Logfile from Elendor.
East Bank of Anduin
You stand atop the eastern bank of the great river
Anduin. The bank is composed of rip-rap intermixed with coarse sand forming a
natural levee on this side. Around you the damp and warm plains spread out in
all directions, while nearby sparse willows and alders litter the area, and
splayfoot reeds dominate the banks.
In the dim light, the branches of the willows moving in
the breeze take on an eerie feeling, as if they were searching around for
something to latch on to. Underfoot, the coarse rock and sand make walking
difficult as you follow the path along the top of the levee.
The sky is clear. The
Contents:
Arathil
Diarmund
Mol
Horvak
Laelerach
C'zakh
Duruial
Gundhosh
Zimbacht
Wautlan(#13205PCueAcf)
Uzghash
Klob
Snoggy
Ashlub
N'kyata
Badog
Durbmog
Uruk Camp
Guzlug
Laerecht
Gaerangol
Chiayk
Z'macht
Gozguk
Gazburg
Gondhim
Turoryn
[Z'macht(#27431)]
Across the floodplain, rippling tall grasses near the Anduin's east bank, a
chill wind blows. It's the last of the chill winds: Summer comes soon and
already the snowlines of the toothy mountains to the West have began receding.
They glint in the moonlight, echoing the sparling stars above.
However, there
is something foul to this scene: A rather large train of orcs makes their way
south across the plain. They toil and tug in the mud, cracking whips and
driving their slaves.
"Oi!
Faster!"
Z'macht, the
Morian Underruler, sits slumped in a wagon near the train's tail end. He is
crisscrossed with wounds but still converses actively with the uruks at his
flanks.
"Faster uruks!" Huzghash bellows from near the
middle of the Morian horde, his boots sloshing through the mud. "To the
mines!" Huzghash's armour rattles and rings with each slogging step, his
bow held strung in his right hand. Crack! A whip snaps nearby. "Faster I
say!" Idly Huzghash's hands reaches under his armour to scratch at
something.
[Badog(#20766)] The Mordain encampment, a collection of
wagons and large pavilions, sits quietly in the center of a shallow valley, and
while it doesn't give the orcs inside great sight of the surrounding area, it hides
them pretty well. The sun had long ago melted into the horizon, drowning the
area in shadows and pale moonlight. A lazy mood covers the Mordain encampment,
after all, they were ordered to do nothing but stay vigil. Apart from the odd
scuffle, the camp remains silent...
Near the northern edge of the encampment is a small group
of orcs and Uruk-hai and a rather large and brutish troll. "Being fed
well, Troll?" Badog asks curiously as he eyes the looming troll carefully,
squinting his narrow eyes. A hungry troll wasn't a great thing to deal with.
[Gozguk(#13908)]
An apprentice guard follows close behind the Morghash Talashakh, black
cloak flapping in the breeze. Two red eyes glare hatred at the world from the
shades of death beneath his hood, and the blood-reddened mace in his hands
swings threateningly as he walks. The frightening look is heightened by the
wicked claws gripping the weapon's handle, and the red tongue which flicks
every now and then across the fangs just visible under the black cowl. Of
course, the puny size of the uruk completely destroys the fearful effect.
[<#23460>] The lumbering strides of a hideously
large uruk squelch in and out, in and out of the tracking mud left by the
digging wheels and feet alike of the Horde of the Deeps. A grim face Laerecht
wears, mangled tusks so rankly askew as the creature keeps a wary eye upon the
being perched above, a meaty hand resting supportively upon the cart to his
right.
"<Morian Uruk> How long will our
pace push the lads this night, Latadurub? Does the Gothshaka wish such a swift
return?"
You paged Gazburg with 'Across the floodplain, rippling
tall grasses near the Anduin's east bank, a chill wind blows. It's the last of
the chill winds: Summer comes soon and already the snowlines of the toothy
mountains to the West have began receding. They glint in the moonlight, echoing
the sparling stars above.However, there is something foul to this scene: A
rather large train of orcs makes their way south across the plain. They toil
and tug in the mud, cracking whips and driving their slaves. "Oi!
Faster!" Z'macht, the Morian Underruler, sits slumped in a wagon near the
train's tail end. He is crisscrossed with wounds but still converses actively
with the uruks at his flanks.'.
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob pats his
belly haphazardly, glancing about the camp with the flighty interest of a
child. As he realizes that he is being adressed by one of the Bosses, the Troll
twists his bloated lips into a foul sneer, but he does bring his attention to
the creature.
"Huh?"
Klob asks, and he wipes the back of his wrist across his nostrils.
[Durbmog(#29406)]
A tall, broad-shouldered Orc trudges along beside
Z'macht's wagon. He is armed to the teeth; his gauntleted right hand never
strays far from the handle of his great hammer, and his mail armor -- burnished
to a black shine above his waist, spattered with mud from marching below --
catches the light as he moves. A great black helm sits atop his head, visorlike
mask upraised; his face is lean, almost ascetic. Splash; squick, splat. The
tall orc strides through a puddle, the mud sucking at his iron-toed boots. For
now, Durbmog of Moria is silent.
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Slipping his
scimitar back into his sheath and away from the group of Orcs, an Uruk and a Troll,
Uzghash's somewhat tall, sly form is seen striding to an out-of-the-way area
about the encampment. He seems somewhat absorbed in his own thought, but seems
fairly alert otherwise as he glances from side to side. His long hair tied back
into a tight tail trailing down from the base of his skull moves only slightly
as his bowed head keeps low, slipping into the shadows.
[Chiayk(#29498)]
Moves easily with the horde as they make they way homebound. She looks up into
the night sky and then turns to view the Latadurub as he hastens then faster.
She sniffs the chilled air with a snort. It has the edge of death to it and she
grasps her mace a bit tighter as she goes.
She turns and
peers at the companion at her side and she speaks evenly. "I feel and edge
in this air Laerecht, Perhaps we have some luck on the way home" She
nudges him with her hand and gestures to the Latadurub. "You speak to him
yet about what we spoke earlier?"
[Guzlug(#31676)] A
gangly uruk shuffles along with the war-band, club-hand soccassionaly grasping
at the ground idly. Every uruk marches southwards and Guzlug walks alongside,
the wagon wheels to his left slushing through the mud. For the time, his mind
not occupied on any subject apart from the fire of moria and return.
[Zimbacht(#31819)] Zimbacht huffs and puffs as he tries
to keep up with the rest of the Morian horde, however with his short stumpy
legs he's forced to run twice as hard to achieve the same speed, which is quite
a quick pace. He hand clutches at a pocket in his meager rags, keeping recently
gained spoils close to him, lest he drop them.
Chiayk moves easily with the horde as they make they way
homebound. She looks up into the night sky and then turns to view the Latadurub
as he hastens then faster. She sniffs the chilled air with a snort. It has the
edge of death to it and she grasps her mace a bit tighter as she goes.
She turns and
peers at the companion at her side and she speaks evenly. "I feel and edge
in this air Laerecht, Perhaps we have some luck on the way home" She
nudges him with her hand and gestures to the Latadurub. "You speak to him
yet about what we spoke earlier?"
[<#27431>] Z'macht says in Morian Uruk, "The
Gothshaka is hard to pin down," replies Z'macht to Laerecht. "But he
has made it clear that he is very interested in our newfound item." Clomp!
Creak! As the Latadurub speaks, the wagon upon which he sits lurches and leans
in the mud, leaving deep ruts in its tracks. Z'macht eyes the she-Uruk, Chiayk,
as she speaks.
[Ashlub(#19984)] Amidst the gathered orcs of the Mordain
camp, the black clad form of Ashlub stands watching another of his elite group
from a distance. Clearly they have undertaken some form of discussion regarding
training as the warrior shakes his axe in the direction of Snoggy with a look
of derision, "Well? You'll not challenge a wounded swamp donkey if you
dont learn yer skills you blithering fool! Get back here and bring your boys
with you. I'll show a few tricks." Snarling toward Badog, he closes with
the uruk-hai and mutters quiet words, "Yer trying to get sense from that
rock? May as well speak with the trees. Stand aside now you lot, while the
Ushataar Krimpatul shows you how we train in the real army."
[Mol(#17618)] Mol blunders along with most of the
Morians. His big head rolls a bit as he walks and it doesn't make him look too
smart. Occasionally as he walks past an orc he bends and sniffs them,
commenting to them, "You smell tasty." Or "Mol eat you
next." As a result most orc's give the troll a wide berth as he plods
along.
[<#29717>] Treading along with the train of orcs is
Gazburg, more aged than those about him it seems. In his hand he twists and
spins an axe, the other is clasped tightly about the strap of a turtled shield.
"<Morian Uruk> C'mon lads, pick up the pace, we aint home yet,"
he barks to a couple of uruks that stumble near him.
[Snoggy(#26193)]
Growling quietly, the looming Ushataar Krimpatul Sergeant Snoggy nods at
Ashlub. The Uruk hefts his cruel Battle Axe in one hand and trots towards the
Krimpatul section of the camp, bellowing out orders. The Elite Ushataar
Krimpatul orcs rise from their duties and begin strapping on armor and weapons.
Snoggy curls his black lips and snorts through his pierced nose, turning, he
trudges back towards the Krimpatul Rakarg, the Ushataar Krimpatul Uruks falling
into place behind him.
[<#23460>] A
deep chuckle curdles Laerecht's lips as he reins in upon the words of his
comrade.
"<Morian Uruk> I've yet to mention
the matter to the Latadurub, Chiayk." Said perhaps a bit louder than the
giant needed, the Maaluk turns again to his scrutiny of the road ahead and the
dangerous ruts therin.
"<Morian Uruk> And how go's our
efforts? Have you been able to locate any more of our brethren?" The
Thrakburzum's steadying hand lurches forward down the wagon's rail as the
contraption jounces upon a sneaking pothole.
"<Morian Uruk> Onward!" Huzghash bellows
his bow hand pumping out to usher the Morian horde ever onward.
"<Morian Uruk> Smell the air Gozguk. What is it that you can
smell?" Huzghash smirks, his deep crimson eyes pourin like blood over the
land around the morian horde.
[Gozguk(#13908)] Lifting his head high in response to
Huzghash's order, Gozguk takes a deep sniff of the air. A frown passes onto his
face. "I smell something, but I know not what it is. Uruks, but not of our
halls." He takes another whiff, but the frown remains.
[Gaerangol(#31398)]
Stars -- a blanket of diamonds glittering in the sable
span above, made more brilliant by the glow of the argent moon...this is the
glow that reflects below in the churning swirls of the might Anduin. The chill
breeze that buffets the tall grasses upon the hills howls as it sweeps over the
woods and waters, as if the scent of the evil creatures here was a wound in the
very fabric of the air. Yet inky blackness does not lay dormant to the south.
The mutted sound of horses, on audible if one were to
perk their ears to here, floats upon that same wind. From the south, pinpricks
of light, also barely noticable, appear upon the southern horizon. Twinkling
mimicks of the stars above, standing idle upon the distant velvet background.
If one had the eyes of a hawk, they might see men in sable and silver, with
winged helms atop their heads. They might see the tall horses, and bright
blades...but alas...the dark is deep tonight.
[Badog(#20766)] Glancing towards Ashlub, Badog frowns,
before glancing back up at the troll. "Garn. You'd be surprised what a
loyal troll can do." Badog whispers back to the Rakarg. Badog sighs and
glances back up at the troll, rubbing his temples with an annoyed sigh.
"Never mind, Troll." Badog hisses as he sets his arms about his
chest. He pauses, sniffing the air and dipping his head. Badog crouches to the
ground, dipping his fingers in the mud, then glancing around at the surrounding
area. His eyes widen. Badog mutters something to himself before stand up and
elbowing Ashlub in the side. "Never mind that you ape. I want scouts on
the north, east, south and west ridges, and I want them up there now. This
doesn't smell right. The air doesn't sound still either. Gar.." Badog
hisses, clutching his scimitar hilt.
Chiayk looks into the eyes of Laerecht and then shoots a
quick look to the Latadurub. She nods and knows the Kings second will not miss
the statement. With a shrug she passes off the potential blunder and then turns
her attention to the road and the ruts that threaten to spill any caught
unawares. Occasionally she glances ahead and sniffs the air. Perhaps it is just
a feeling she is having. Perhaps not.
Z'macht groans as his transport jolts and jaunts his
bones. Wincing, the Latadurub puts a hand to his side and withdraws it. Black
blood. Sticky. He mutters an inaudible curse and looks backwards to where the
Warlord marches in mud nigh to his knees. The corner of Z'macht's tattered
mouth curls: up ahead he can hear a chorus of scouts start laughing. Then the
laughter dies. They converse in hushed and nervous tones. Is the train slowing
down? Yes. Seems to be the case. But why?
Mol shuffles along at his own pace, sometimes faster than
the orc and at other times slower. His gaze lingers on some of the plumper orcs
as he walks by and his mouth starts to water. Finally his hunger gets the best
of him as one fat snaga walks by. His back bends over and his teeth snap at the
orc's posterior. A large hunk of his tender backside is removed as the troll
masticates the flesh loudly and the snaga screams in pain.
[Zimbacht(#31819)] Realizing something is amiss, and
noticing a distinct feelign that the entire hoarde is slowing if not stopping,
Zimbacht glances around as other Uruks grab at their weapons. He too sniffs the
air, and smells something... different. Reaching down he picks up the largest
rock he can find in the darkness, just in case.
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob squints
suspiciously at Badog, his beady eye glittering warily at the little Boss's
response to his polite request for clarification. The troll's sneer widens, and
he hefts his club menacingly. Reluctantly, the beast repeats his question,
"Huh?!"
Turoryn rides at the forefront of the patrol. His uniform
bedraggled and stained both with mud and blood from the bloodbath of a journey
up from the city of
[<#19984>] As the Krimpatul troops emerge, Ashlub offers
a satisfied grunt and swings his axe a few times in mental preparation for the
upcoming exercise in melee, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" The
Ushataar Krimpatul do not break ranks, instead forming into a collection of
smaller squads of roughly twenty well armed orcs. Perhaps it is a practiced
action, for without communication, the elite uruk warriors of the
[<#23460>] And indeed the orcish train does slow.
Feeling the slacken in pace within the
trundles of his hand-rest, Laerecht's once mirthfull features turn down but
slightly as he quits his post by the cart. Moving slightly to the side, the
huge beast attempts to peer further up the line for the cause of the halt.
Then back to
Latadurub and Warrior: "<Morian Uruk> Aye, m'lord. The pace slacks..
something... something sits not well on the air." A quick glance at Chiayk
and the monster rumbles again, "<Morian Uruk> Be ready, comrade.
Something is amiss."
Both of the creature's massive palms
unconsciously caress the forge hammers swaying easily at his waist as he
rotates his gaze further into the darkness.
The Master Guard and Talashakh Huzghash continues to
trudge ever onward even as the horde slows. "<Morian Uruk> No
Gozguk. We know the Mordain are near, but I smell something entirely different.
No matter, it may have been the winds." Huzghash snorts, his eyes again scanning
over the black blanket that coats the land. "<Morian Uruk>
Drums!" Huzghash says, hearing the faint sounds in the night,
"<Morian Uruk> Ready yourselves! The Mordain are near!"
[Guzlug(#31676)]
The uruk train slows to a halt, gutteral calls for silence. Guzlug
stops, awaiting orders. There is some discussion, up ahead and at the rear,
Than the steady beating of a lone wardrum, then several. And Then Guz can feels
it, there is the smell of blood to be let.
[Moria ZMO(#20000)->Huzghash]
Chiayk notes that the pace is defiantly slowing and she
looks as far up the road as she can. Her nostrils flair as the air is snorted.
She nods in self satisfaction.. Muttering softly she intones "I knew
it." To no one in particular. She moves out to the side a few paces from
the main column and scans the flanks looking for movement. She glances to
Laerecht and nods. "I will remain close."
[<#29406>]
Durbmog barks a sneering laugh at the jeering scouts; and
then, as drums begin to beat, he frowns, brow furrowing. His claws clamp about
the hammer-head of his weapon; he slides it out of his belt-loop, begins to
start towards the head of the column, mud falling in beads and ropelets from
his armored legs as he makes it up onto a spur of ground not yet worn down to
the much. Now he makes more headway, moving to the fore. "<Morian
Uruk> DRUMS!" he bellows. "<Morian Uruk> Drums! Prepare
yourselves! The van shall form up!"
[Gondhim(#15552)]
Gondhim pulls
up on the reins and brings his lean, red piebald to a stop. From the fluting
nostrils at the end of its narrow head the horse snorts, whickering in disdain.
"There
now, Wath. Easy," he whispers quietly in the piebald's turning ear. The
Captain of the Silver Ship Company straightens in the saddle and reaches up to
slip the small loop of wire free so that should he need to, he could draw his
greatsword with speed.
he Telpekhiri
turns towards the lieutenant and nods affirmatively, though his eyes narrow
dangerously. He speaks once more, in tones equally hushed. "A great gaggle
of the foul things. I can smell them from here. I pity poor Wath and the rest
of our horses. Let us see what foul things are afoot. Observe only men. Let us
try not to be observed ourselves."
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Overhearing the
concerns of the other Mordain Orcs, Uzghash looks up and around, mostly
concealed by the darkness of a remote area, yet still well within the camp.
Drawing his scimitar slowly and quietly, he attentively listens with his head
cocked to one side, though due to response of the others or his own hearing is
not immediately discernible. He keeps himself in a stiff, half-crouched
position, his slightly bent and bowed Orcish form slightly tensed and silent.
Snoggy lets out a long, soft snarl as he motions for his
battle hardened squad to follow him. The Krimpatul orcs lurch into motion,
walking towards the North Eastern section of the camp. The Sergeant smiles as
the Drums beat loudly, echoing across the plains. The Krimpatul squad comes to
a slow halt at the edge of the camp, keeping a good distance from the outlying
sentries so as not to cause suspicion. The towering Sergeant adjusts his armor,
cinching the leather straps and tests his Axe head on a carcass of some unknown
creature.
[<#13908>] Obeying the order immediately, Gozguk brings
his mace up into a ready position. Many uruks move forward, following Durbmog,
forming positions and formations in the darkness, but Gozguk sticks by the
Talashakh, and he speaks quietly to Huzghash: "<Morian Uruk> Where
shall I be of most use, Master Guard?"
[<#27431>]
Z'macht's gaze at Durbmog does not waver as drums throb in the distance.
"<Morian Uruk> We have company," he says in a low, growling,
tired voice. "<Morian Uruk> Form up ranks to combat an enemy we have
met before." He pauses. "<Morian Uruk> This time there will be
no survivors!" Blood trickles down the Underruler's chin as he speaks. The
creature lowers himself from the healing wagon when it stops, leans on the
cart's wide wheel, and set about stringing his bow. "<Morian Uruk>
Archers! Loose lines! Squared with the blasted river and lining the top of
yonder levee!" Doom boom! Doom boom! Morian drums answer those in the
distance.
Mol keeps on walking as the rest of the Morans stop. Not
one for stealth, Mol simply pushes his way forward. Once up front the grabs up
a loose boulder and peers down at the orc. "Where you want Mol? I's not
whimpy like you orcies." The olog pats one of the orc's on the head, like
it is just a small child.
[<#23460>]
"<Morian Uruk> Quickly, Chiayk! To the rear with the guard!"
A pair of
well-worn hammers sprout in the thundering uruk's hands as he acquiesces with
the Warlord's command. Barreling through a group of snaga struggling with the
horde's ratty water supply, the Maaluk thunders again. "<Morian
Uruk> Skai, worms! Arm yourselves and to the rear as if the Flame itself
were upon you, Gash!"
Hastily organizing the rear defenses, Laerecht
signals with an upraised weapon for the She-hai. "<Morian Uruk> Then
we finish the deed, eh?! Bah! Let them come!" Faint snatches of laughter
roll from the creature's maw as he touches the Gashobazog tattoo on his cheek
with first one hammer, then the other.
"<Morian Uruk> Stay with the horde, Gozguk. I
will rejoin you in time. Stay alive, eh?" Huzghash lets his lips curl into
a sadistic grin as he moves near the rear of the horde, joining ranks with the
archers of Moria.
[Wautlan(#13205)] Another set of human ears is pricking
forward, this one not belonging to a Gondorian. A lone Woodman lays prone on
the bank of the river, his lower half still half soaking and hidden by the
reeds that grow there. As the sounds of different groups travelling, speaking,
and preparing for a fight, he slowly begins to creep along, axe over shield.
[<#31819>] Zimbacht clutches his rock tightly now,
clambouring up onto a nearby cart. He lies there, his stout form crouching as
low as it can, hoping for perhaps more spoils tonight.
[<#31398>]
Gaerangol, Lieutenant of the Silver Ship, reigns his own
mount to a halt beside his Captain. Nodding wordlessly, he pats the neck of the
horse beneath him, calming the beast. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"
His blue-gray eyes try to pierce the inky blackness, but his ears are the only
source of evidence this dark night.
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" His visage is
grim, and he turns to the other two men, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE
SPEECH>"
[Duruial(#29055)]
Sitting rather awkwardly yet keeping his horse as quite as possible a huge
Sailor lightly pats his horse as the captains orders come for quiet observance.
A helm covers his dome as his armor peaks out from his armor, a large Warg
Tooth lying upon it as it hangs from his neck. His arm is freshly healed and
his sword held firmly in his right hand. He leans forward slightly as he
listens for the officer's orders.
[Ashlub(#19984)]
Ashlub nods as his own troops await his command, the force of twenty elite
warriors falling into his wake as he salutes Badog on his way south through the
camp. Parallel to his movements, another officer of the Krimpatul matches his
unhurried pace as the paired lines of orcs winds its way up the valley slope.
Already the scouts are far ahead enough that they are lost in the shadows.
[Badog(#20766)] "Troll," Badog utters with a
sigh, shaking his head. "I'll make sure you're eating fresh boar, every
day, if you follow my orders." Badog calls out to the mamoth before
glancing around him. He shrugs lightly, glancing over at Ashlub. "Get the
tents packed up. At any rate, I don't like this place. We'll be moving
soon." Badog muses, moreso to himself. He glances around at the moving
orcs about him. "Skai! I said get the tents moving. What are you waiting
for? Move it, you filthy apes. And get those wagons in a decent row. All arms
spared, make a circular paramitar around the camp. And don't doddle, or I'll
take your heads an' all, see?" Badog continues shouting random orders and
insults at the orcs before turning to look up at the troll. "Follow me,
Troll." Badog turns swiftly and begins to march towards the north,
climbing up the edge of the shallow valley.
Turoryn's head rises up and twisting in the saddle, he
pumps up his fist into the air and then splays out his fingers both eastwards
and to the west. Silent in his execution of the Captain's orders. Making sure
none of the Silver Ship company need ride alone without at least one of the
Silver Horse to ride with them.
Clearing his throat and taking a deep breath and speaks
softly "We should be careful Sir. If they are who I suspect they are. We
have been fooled twice before by supposed stragglers." he pauses and
glances back to the Nimothan and nods his head "Stay far enough away for
it not to matter, if they come to us, we ride away, we are here to kill wargs,
not fight a war so far from our borders. Let the damned tree freaks deal with
these uruks."
[Klob(#13193)]
Some of Klob's
anger seems to ebb at the talk of food, and although his sharp little eye
retains its squint, the giant allows his fat lips to relax and hang slack once
more. He watches Badog for a few moments before heaving a tired sigh and
shuffling after his Boss, stone club over one shoulder.
[<#29498>]
Chiayk moves as the drums sound into the night. Within a few steps she is at
the side of Laerecht. She nods in acknowledgement of the order and begins to
form to the rear with the guards. She moves quickly ands easily loping over the
ruts and mud keeping the Maluuk within a arms reach or so. "<Morian
Uruk> I felt we'd have a chance to kill some think .. Good fortune smiles on
us yet again I see."
Z'macht limps away from the healing cart, sloshing
through mud and holding his bow at his side. Mud splashes high on the
creature's boots, mingling with blood already there, and the same goes for the
Latadurub's face: Grim and set, it's hard to tell if flesh really lurks beneath
the grime. He marches across Durbmog and shouts. "Scouts! Get me a scout!
Master scout, apprentice scout - someone! Now!"
[Gondhim(#15552)]
Gondhim purses
his lips, his grey eyes hawkish beneath the spread wings of his helm.
"Wise council. Let us parrallel them from here, and observe. Lord Denethor
would want a detailed account of the goings on here, and it is my aim to give
it to him." The Telpekhiri clucks Wath into motion, letting the horse guide
itself over the perilous ground as he positions himself to a better vantage
point.
[Ashlub(#19984)]
While the mordain slave orcs hurry to achieve their tasks of pulling down the
camp, the bulk of the warriors therein make their way toward the borders of the
camp, setting a defensive perimeter as ordered. The squads of elite orcs that
pass beyond the southern border, some
Between the vale and the Gondorians, a scattering of
scouts make their cautious way south, fanning out as they move. They are the
Ushataar Gimbatul; the elite snufflers of the Mirkwood region and no scent
escapes them on the trail. Silent and aware, they shift amongst the rocky lands
with skill.
[Gozguk(#13908)]
Unsure of where to go, Gozguk moves barely a step from his former
position. Then as Z'macht calls for a scout he scurries over to the leader, and
bows slightly. "I am no scout, but perhaps I can help, Master
Latadurub." He pauses, waiting for orders.
[<#29717>]
"<Morian Uruk> C'mon now lads, you gots to keep movin if you're
gonna get in front of those archers before they loose." The old hand
Gazburg claps an orc on the back with the flat of his axe, driving the poor
creature forward and into the ground, only to be tread upon by those following
him. "<Morian Uruk> The Flame wants more blood, so we'll give it more
blood, won't we lads?!"
[<#23460>] "<Morian Uruk> Latadurub! The
rearguard awaits directing! In the meantime, Chiayk and I can act as scouts if
you wish?"
Looking sidelong at the she-hai to his right,
the Maaluk utters again for her ears alone, "<Morian Uruk> First to
the fray and finish what was started."
Twin hammers poise at the ready before the
monstrous creature as he awaits further instruction.
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Sliding in
between shadows, Uzghash strides quietly near the edge of the Mordain camp. His
brow is furrowed slightly, and his eyes glint somewhat in the dim light caused
by the stars and moon. He keeps a steady hold on his scimitar's handle, and
peers out, trying to listen above the din of scurrying Orcs.
[<#31398>]
Nodding, the Nimothan gives the reigns a slight pull, his
horse moving silently away from the main body. Fanning the line of Gondorians.
Ever to the north does he spy, his eyes searching for more signs...such that no
glint of steel or iron, no passing shadow upon the dark grasses, would escape
his notice.
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" His voice
barely hisses to his companions, such that they alone would hear it.
Mol stands around waiting for directions. He tries to
stop one leader type orc but fails. It seems everyone wants to have the glory
to themselves, Well mol won't stand for it. He storms over to the Latadurub and
bends down close to him. He yells, quite loudly to get the orc's attention.
"Where you want Mol?"
[<#27431>] Z'macht watches the fighters run to the
front and hears archers trotting backwards, drawing ranks perpendicular to the
river in the west. The great Anduin is barely audible among the rumble that
forebodes battle.. perhaps. "<Morian Uruk> Very well," Z'macht
says to the small uruk tha approaches him. He points westward. "<Morian
Uruk> Lead a detachment of fat moving pukes like yourself west and south.
Flank those drums in the distance." He pauses before giving more
directions to the Morian recon force. "<Morian Uruk> Sight the enemy
and report back at once."
[Badog(#20766)] Badog finally scrambles to the top of the
hill, standing up tall and tugging tightly on his armor. "Hrm," Badog
snarls to himself, rumaging about in his backpack as he notices a .. glitch in
the distance. He takes a dirty looking black, leather bound 'looking glass',
with Harad inscriptions on it. Badog lifts the dirty thing to his eye, closing
the other as he looks towards the area to the north.. Indeed, there was
something moving towards them. "Gar.. They could be men from Mirkwood,
unlikely.. Elves from the forest yonder.. I doubt that. Those bloody prats
would squeel and bolt the moment they could smell us." Badog scratches his
dirty chin as he mumbles silent to himself. "What do you thin--"
Badog pauses as he looks up towards the troll, his two gleaming crimson globes
peering at the titan, before blinking slowly. "Never mind." Badog
turns about to the camp, where two Uruk-hai in black cloaks wait silently for
Badog's orders. "All arms to the north! I want a defensive wall, and I
want a pike-wall. And hurry up you bloody slow hairy mongrals!" Badog
calls. A state of excitment and panic shudders through the Mordain encampment
as they begin to organise themselves... Slowly.
[Gondhim(#15552)]
Gondhim wheels
his steed in the muck. "<Sindarin> Someone, ride back a ways-
observe our flank. The scouts our flanking parts of either of these parties
could stumble onto us unawares." The Captain frowns into the darkness,
tasting the air himself this time. His mouth turns down sourly.
"<Sindarin> You are right, Turoryn... "
[Klob(#13193)]
"Huh?!"
Klob bellows, angry creeping up his face once more. Oh yes, it is apparent.
He's being overlooked. His advise in unwanted. This seems to infuriate him, and
thus scorned, the beast lashes out with a heavy-handed slap to Badog's belly as
he hefts his club once more.
"Fine!"
he says, his voice somewhat hurt, and slightly defiant. The troll turns on his
heel, though, and strides up to the north, obeying the orders though he may
mutter.
Klob attacks Badog with his Bare Hands, but Badog parries
the attack with his Scimitar!
[<#29498>]
Chiayk's eyes sparkle as the Latadurub gives his orders and the She Hai turns
to the Uruk Maluuk and says clearly "<Morian Uruk> Meet you in the
middle" With that the she if off like a bowshot to get a better vantage
point of the undefined battle lines. Within a few steps the she is free from
the main column and picks her way forward with her aim on speed instead of
stealth.
[Ashlub(#19984)]
As messengers arrive with the word of Badog, Ashlub snarls in frustrated
protest, "Bah! Just like him, the flea bitten fool! The Lugburz orcs come
among us and think they can run it all. Ill will come of this tactic, I know
it." With a sweep of his hand, he orders the southern defensive line to
fold and move back north. The scouts remain further ahead though, though now
they have no defensive forces at their back.. unbeknownst to them of course.
[Gozguk(#13908)] Given command of a detachment, Gozguk seems a
bit at a loss for a moment, but then quickly mimics the orders of other
leaders, taking a dozen uruks off to the south west. Unused and unready for
such leadership, he doesn't do the best job, but he does it.
[Zimbacht(#31819)]
Realizing that the immdiate danger has passed, and that there will be no spoils
this close to the camp, Zimbacht scrambles down off his post towards the melee
line that has formed to the south of their position, skulking around in the
shadows just behind it, still clutching his rock.
[<#6806>]
Turoryn pulls on the reins of Brondmeldis, wheeling the grey charger who
despite the lateness of the hour and the days of hard riding the spirited beast
is still excited by the scent of uruk and the possibility of a fight. Muttering
to his horse he mutters softly and then rides off to do the Captain's orders.
Keeping the few Gondorian hostmen far enough away from the camps as to keep
them safe, or at least that is the idea. He mutters to a sailor who rides nearby
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"
[Laerecht(#23460)] Grinning as the she-hai takes her
leave of the horde, Laerecht salutes with a mighty fist to chest pound.
<Morian Uruk>"Aye, Chiayk! The
Gashobazog flame burns bright again this night!"
And with that, the monstrous creature's
pumping legs carry him headlong beyond the scouts, his roving eyes scanning the
landscape quickly for a way into the sure to insue conflict.
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Striding
quickly to the Northern front of the Mordain camp, Uzghash keeps a steady, keen
eye to the front. He grips his scimitar's handle, squints up and arrives near
most of the arraying forces of Mordor; baring his teeth a bit as he snarls, he
mutters something inaudible and half-scowls.
Gazburg has reconnected.
Z'macht watches Gozguk dart off into the darkness with a
small battery of scouts. His face is grim, though bloodied, and he walks back
into the ranks of the archers. Standing at the fore of the line, he says.
"Fire not until the command is given." He pauses and looks at the
milling black mass far in the distance. It seems to prickle with longpoled
weapons. "We do not want to fall into a trap."
[Badog(#20766)]
Looking over at Klob as he draws back, Badog simply offers the Troll a
dumbfounded look. It wasn't often that anything would attack Badog. Atleast not
without his order. Still not quite sure if the troll is going to strike or not,
Badog watches the huge hand sweep towards him. Badog frowns thoroughly before
whipping out his scimitar in a deflecting to motion at his hand whilst lunging
backwards. "Quit that carry on, Troll! Or you'll soon find yourself without
a fly to eat!" Badog cries with a hiss. He watches the troll move to the
north. With a hiss, Badog springs after him. "Hold it, Troll! We'll stay
here, and let them come towards us.." A sneer passes over Badog's lips as
he glances up at the titan. ".. And you can be Emissary for the Eye.
Happy?" Badog hisses snidely with a cruel tongue. "But let me do the
talking.." He quietly adds, glancing back towards the north while the
Mordain camp marched into a .. somewhat organized formation.
Horvak moves through the gaggle of orcs to stand near his
Latadurub. The troll reaches into a pouch and drops two putrifying objects on
the ground. "Do well, Z'macht, for the Flame watches us this day. Here are
the fingers you loaned me. The Warlord payed your debt." Horvak nods
reassuringly.
Gazburg and 'his lads' come into formation at the
forefront of the Morian melee soldiers, their feet clamoring upon and molesting
the ground beneath them as the impatiently wait for something, anything.
"Steady there lads, there's still plenty 'o time for killing,
plenty." The old hand smirks crazily and sweeps his turtled shield around
to the front and throws back some stray hairs with the blade of his axe.
"A silver penny for each kill ya get lads," he adds almost idly.
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob looks over
his shoulder as he walks, and stops half a step later, focusing his narrow
glare back on Badog. It seems for a moment as though Klob will continue his
rebelion against the stern authority of his Boss, but in the end his laziness
wins out. Even the small handful of spirited strides the beast has taken seem
to have tired him, and he wipes sweat from its brow, patting his bulbous belly
idly.
He steps back
to Badog, more slwoly this time, and the Orcs of Mordor rush past him to the
North. He gazes down at Badog for a moment, and then says, "Huh?"
[<#29055>]
Staying near to the Lord Rovacil as the lieutenant speaks to him the large
sailor nods in response and softly and quickly responds,
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Duruial's eyes dart around the
surroundings as he and his horse move slowly and silently looking for any signs
of enemies.
Snoggy cocks his head to the side and listens carefully.
He eyes his squad of Elite Warriors, "Wonder what all thats about..."
and he grunts loudly. The Sergeant growls orders at his squad and they begin
trudging with the rest of the army, Snoggy's eyes scan the plains for any sign
of the enemy.
Z'macht nods to Horvak, stooping to pick up his severed
fingers. "There is more where that came from," he says through blood
encrusted lips. "Our pockets grow fat with the spoils of war. It will be a
pleasant summer." Z'macht picks at a healing wound on his forehead with a
four-fingered hand. He watches the ranks up front solidify and the scouts work
their way southwest across the inky floodplain, toward the small depression and
brisling black mass.
[<#31676>]
At the mention of siilver pennies, Guzlug's glazed expression animates.
Eyes now fixed forward, draws his sword and with a smirk adds; "<Morian
Uruk> Hope your rich enough,
Guzlug wields twin blades, they being better than one
[Ashlub(#19984)] It is not long before Ashlub and his
troops jog into sight from the south side of the camp, the
Mol is still ignored by the leaders. They want all the glory and the females.
The olog shakes his head, never will he let that happen.
"Mol gonna go kill someone, ok?" He waits for any acknoledgement but
gets none. The troll then shuffles off with the rest of the orc's towrads a
fight of some sort.
[<#13908>] The scout party continues in a southerly direction,
making an attempt get westwards of the Mordain camp, fixing their position by
the sound of the drums. Gozguk mutters to himself and calls out
"<Morian Uruk> Quiet now!", and then the group continues on,
now making as little noise as possible.
[Wautlan(#13205)] The lone Woodman on the riverbank
continues to slowly creep up, moving inch by excruciating inch in an effort to
keep his mail from clinking. As his head just now reaches the crest, he squints
into the moon-swept plains and catches his breath as vague glances of
silhouettes reach him. It is there that he stops, content to see how the battle
might play out, if it plays out.
[Badog(#20766)] A
dismissive hand is thrown at Klob. "Just kill anyone I don't like."
Badog howls at the Troll, "And I'll make sure you're fed well for the rest
of your life." Badog states dryly before looking back to the north, the
orcs positioned behind him in the valley, standing still and waiting for any
further orders. "Now we wait." Badog murmers as he prods at the
stitched wounds on his face, crusted blood cracking annoyingly over his wounds.
He glances over his shoulder at Ashlub, narrowing his eyes at the Rakarg.
"Look behind you, plonker. Do you see an enemy to the south? I certainly
don't. And unless they're going to spring up through the mud, nothing
threatening will escape past us to the south. No. If this is the Morians coming
towards us, we'll need our strength at the front. Should they charge us,
they'll fall into a pit of chaos. Then we get to feast and get out of this
bloody cursed land."
Chiayk flits over the terrain like a jackrabbit. It's not
till she is well forward that her pace slows and she adopts a more cautious
approach. She glances skyward and catches a glimpse of blackness obscuring the
stars but lingers nor her eyes there. Her attention is forward and what is it
that lays perhaps in wait. Her eyes strain to catch movement. Nothing. And then
motion. "Ahh yess" She glances rearward and see if the Maluuk is
keeping pace. Her heart quickens and a dryness overcomes her mouth.
[<#6806>] Turoryn seems about to say something else.
But no sooner does the sailors response come then he spots a shadow, lifting
high the blade of Laegceredir, a wafting scent of mint from the polish used
carries to the scout of shadow, but too swift is the horse of the Rovacil Lord
and too sharp is Laegceredir as the heavy hooves thunder on the ground and the
blade drops like a star to cleave apart the head of the uruk like an over-ripe
melon. But even this letting of blood does not draw more then a satisfied grunt
from the Silver Horseman as he rides back towards where he group has set up to
the east of the Gondorian scouting lines.
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Sinking to one knee at a depressoin in the plain, Laerecht peers from the cover
of the tall grass. Counting quickly the Mordain scout patrol, the monstrous
uruk adds them again atop outhrust fingers.
<Morian> "Hmmmmm.. a good fight for
these worms." Chuckling to himself, the giant uruk is almost surprised as
he sees the stealth of the concealed she-hai only just ahead. Grinning broadly,
the Maaluk looks back to the horde once before assessing the front yet again.
Long distance to Lorthoron: Huzghash checks
[<#31398>]
Something catches the eyes of the Nimothan
Lieutanant...the moonlight falshing off a piece of metal? Raising his hand in
signal to the rest of riders, he slowly moves his horse to the west, eyes intent
on the spot where he spied the gleam. Without word, his blade is leveled
alongside the horses flank. As the movement becomes more clear, his horse
pounds into motion.
Without a snort, the beast ploughs foward, and Taragmoth
sings through the night air. The Uruk scout has little time to react before the
blade descends, casting an arm high as the steel rains down. The blades bites
clean, crushing through the arm, then the skull of the Ork. As black blood
sprays high, he whips around, carefull to keep the horse quiet again as he
slowly works towards the rest of the Gondorians.
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he whispers.
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob looks
over his shoulder warily towards the south, squinting into the night. He looks
back, and his deep voice thunders, rough and harsh, "I don't see nothin',
Big Big Boss!"
Klob looks
back down to Badog, and grins cruelly. He reaches out with his massive hand,
and pushes Badog from behind with a clumsy chuckle.
[Gazburg(#29717)] "Aye lad, I've got the money to back
that up," Gazburg replies to Guzlug, "But you've got to show me some
proof before I pay you, ya hear?" The elder grins crazily again and begins
to slowly beat the butt-end of his axe head against his shield.
Mol follows a few of teh Morian scouts. As he progresses
the olog goes into 'stealth' mode. He bends over alomost bouble and half crawls
along behind the orcs. Occasionally he dives to his stomach and pauses, peeking
throgh the grass to see what he can see.
Horvak signals to his Latadurub, "Lead my archers
well. I see you have already been in a skirmish. You have been beaten severely.
If your archers fail to provide cover for my warriors, I will have all your
remaining digits cut off. All nine of them." The troll looks meaningfully
at Z'macht before moving toward the front lines.
The troll alters his path to take him near a pile of
boulders. He reaches down and grabs hold of one and then continues on.
[<#29406>]
Durbmog stands near the front of the Morian train. His
pale eyes flicker this way and that, bright in the gloom. "<Morian Uruk>
Steady," Durbmog rumbles, pacing the front of the Morian column. Slosh,
slosh. "<Morian Uruk> Steady on ... we shan't charge into the thick
of a fortified position if we can avoid it."
[Gozguk(#13908)]
Gozguk's party now drops low, and crawls close to the Mordain. A gesture
of the Apprentice's hand and they stop, barely a hundred yards from the enemy.
There they wait, looking to the main van for the exact moment to attack.
[Gondhim(#15552)]
The Telpekhiri
leans sideways in his saddle, a grin alighting at last upon his catious mein.
"Let us hope they meet like a riptide of an inlet, and tear each other
apart." The Captain draws his greatsword from its sheath athwart his back
and rests it across his thighs.
[Ashlub(#19984)] To the south, above the -shallow- vale,
the scouts of Mordor have realized their mistake and set to retreat, scampering
across the plain with heads bent on their personal survival. A small pack has
however united in withdrawal, perhaps foolishly attempting to stave off the
mounted enemies with a hail of arrows and a defensive spear apexed perimeter.
Ashlub grunts his acknowledgement of Badog's word and
slides his axe back into his belt, taking a moment to secure it before
unslinging and stringing his warbow. "I will join the archer line."
With little fanfare, he gathers his small guard about him and strides past
troll and uruk-hai to find a place there behind the defensive line.
Holding in line with the Morian Archers is Huzghash, bow
held at the ready. A black arrow is knocked, the string ready to be pulled taut
and let fly. "Come now, Archers!" Huzghash bellows in Westron.
"Be Ready!"
[Diarmund(#16643)]
Tall
and fair, bearing the timeless features of Numenor, rides a man behind the
Lieutenant Gaerangol, grim faced with eyes like smoke. Silent encouragements
are given to his steed for haste coupled with the soundlessness of starlight.
Naked is the Man-at_Arms Diarmund's sword, shielded by the tail of his raven
cloak, gaze searching the immediate surroundings for the foul minions of
Mordor.
Snoggy looks around impatiently, muttering to himself,
"Where the bloody heck....." The Logaz points to his Dogs,
"Allright Boyz, Krimpatul not supposed to be rear guard!" and he
begins trudging towards the center of the Mordain lines, his squad of Elite
Warriors following closely.
Z'macht nods to the King and watches the giant Horvak
stomp to the front of his lines. "As soon as the scouts report, we will
take action," he says.
[Turoryn(#6806)] As the scouts of Mordor start to flee,
so many of their number having been cut down already. Too close need he ride to
cut down those who might flee like dogs into the night, Turoryn instead bring
to bear a short bow, designed it would seem for hunting a'horseback, but the
arrow he nocks unto the string is designed for war, the vicious barbs hammered
smooth to penetrate more easily the leather armor so often preferred by the
foul creatures of shadow. Wheeling his horse to a stop he holds up one hand to
signal those who ride with him to halt as well "Archers only. We need not
take chances unless needed. They seem eager enough to rip each other, let them
do that and Gondor will clear the field come morning."
[Gazburg(#29717)] "Yes yes, avoid a fortified
position, let the archers take care of that lads," Gazburg expands upon
Durbmog's comments just before the beating upon his shield becomes more
frequent and more intense; a number of orcs near him also take up this ritual.
Chiayk moves forward easily and quickly through the
terrain. She lays low, her belly to the ground. She counts to five and then
stands to her full height. Her eyes scanning the full horizon. She begins to
count again. When she reaches 10 she drops flat like a felled beast to avoid
any attack. A scout she may not be but the tactic works. A substantial mass
lays a head. She turns and makes way towards Laerecht.
[Badog(#20766)] A series of muttered curses escapes
Badog's maw as Klob pushes at him. "Don't start! I'm warning you
skai!" Badog hisses sternly, pointing a finger at the troll.
"Ofcourse you don't see them. But you will soon." Badog turns to Ashlub,
and frowns. "Archer line? You couldn't hit the ground if you fell on it,
you fool. Why don't you use that battle axe of yours, maybe you'll kill a
snaga!" Badog shouts at the Rakarg as he turns back to the line.
"Bloody goblins." Badog utters to himself before looking back up at
the troll. He sighs to himself, "What have I done to deserve thi-- Oh
right, now I remember." Badog hisses, scratching at his teeth. As usual,
he seems to remain remarkably calm and confident for an orc perhaps on the
brink of destruction.
[Z'macht(#27431)] In the distance, harsh cries fill the
air and drift back above the Morian army. Tension. The evil creatures, whether
melee or archers, shift weight from side to side and make nervous jokes.
[Klob(#13193)]
"I was
just kiddin' Little Big Boss," Klob says with a toothy grin. The tiny
one's anger seems to amuse him. However, nothing can hold Klob's interest for
long, being a discerning and complex being. The ugly Troll point his scowl now
to the north, now to the south, and his knobby hand massages the stone haft of
his club, sending rivers of dust from it.
Mol slithers forward on his rotund belly. He peeks his
round head up above the grass to gain his bearing. As he comes up on the scouts
he pauses. "Hey...Whats down dere? You orcies goona fight or be eflies and
hide?"
Z'macht frowns as he waits. His ironshod boot taps in the
mud. "The scouts are either dead or dump." The Underruler raises his
strained voice. "Morian army! March forward, slowly....!!!!" Drums.
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Still squatting in the shallow indentation, Laerecht risks a quick look toward
the Mordain host, the silhouette of Chiayk flitting into the view. Chuckling a
deep rumble, the monstrous uruk beats his chest menacingly with both hammers.
<Morian> "We feast upon their
worthless hides, hah! Should've scurried back to their pathetic, weeping eye.
Come, Chiayk, let the Gashobazog prepare for blood!" Turning slightly to
rest upon his haunches, the leviathan looks for and aft several times before
steeling for the oncomming rush.
[Zimbacht(#31819)] Skirting arounf behind the front
lines, Zimbacht is slightly disturbed by the though of actually marching into
battle. It would have been much, much safer for him to just stay where he was.
Still, the taste of gold and goods was in the air, and, staying behind the
forward line march forward he does.
[<#29406>]
The Warlord raises his heavy shield into ready position.
He forebears to strike the THUD-thud-THUD of challenge which so many of the
Orcs in the Morian vanguard take up; his gaze roams the field warily. His
expression is all commingled tension and excitement, the corners of his mouth
drawn up, his brow wrinkled.
At last, a call to advance. The Warlord slams his visor
down with a crash of iron on iron, booming, "<Morian Uruk> Advance!
For the King and the Flame!"
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Eyeing the
front lines of the Mordain troops ahead of him warily, Uzghash keeps his solid
grip on his scimitar and stands straighter, keeping his eye level a bit above
many of the other Orcs. His teeth are bared more in a snarl, and his eyes squint
a bit under his brow as he hisses under his breath.
[<#13908>] Gozguk says in Morian Uruk, "The
troll coming upon them gives Gozguk quite a surprise, and he hisses to it
quietly: "We will fight, and you can feast upon the bodies of the
slain!" Turning to an uruk beside him, he gives it a quick order:
"Run back and report to the Latadurub, quickly!"
"<Morbeth> For the Flame!" Huzghash
bellows, his words coming slightly clumsily. Moving forward slowly with the
lines of Morian Archers, Huzghash still holds his bow at the ready; prepared to
fire his first volley at the drop of a snaga. 'Stay loose, archer.'
[<#13908>] The troll coming upon them gives Gozguk
quite a surprise, and he hisses to it quietly: "<Morian Uruk> We
will fight, and you can feast upon the bodies of the slain!" Turning to an
uruk beside him, he gives it a quick order: "<Morian Uruk> Run back
and report to the Latadurub, quickly!"
[Ashlub(#19984)] Muttering a string of curses, Ashlub does
join the archer line, despite the derisive comments from his superior, the uruk
fitting an arrow to the string as he waits for a target to become obvious in
the darkness ahead. "Make ready you swine!" Behind the defensive line
of armed warriors, the archers set arrows to string in preparation if the
Morians sweep down upon them. Drums boom from the camp, sending waves of
daunting menace across the troops to fill them with aggression and lust for
blood.
Chiayk grins broadly to the uruk and then motions her
intent to report. She reaches out to pat the Maluuk on the shoulder and then in
an instant she is gone , lost to the covering grass and darkness. She makes her
way this well past her last position and then stands, running for all she is
worth back to the Kings second. Back to the Latadurub of Moria. Her legs pound
and her foots falls keep time to the rhythm of her heart. The distance
dissolves between her and the Morian horde.
[Arathil(#26692)]
Arathil rides among the company of men, his fingers flying
fast and sending deadly arrows across the open plains. Before him drop Mordain
scouts.
Guzlug The amassed horde of the front lines, on hearing
the fatal words of their leaders, initiate a slow tramp of advancement, looking
east and west there are uruks. Guzlug feels the dark bristles on the neck
standing up, as swords are waved and to the beat of the wardrum the Pit horde
prepare to meet the enemy. Figures slowly coming in to view, here an there and
some falling
[Z'macht(#27431)] As he marches forth with the rest o the
Morian troops, Z'macht spies Chiayk returning. "How fares the night?"
[Badog(#20766)] A
wicked grin spreads across Badog's face as the drums beat rythmicly in the
distance. Morian drums. And then, the Mordain drums. Deep bass rattles through
the air, sending deep vibrations through everyone, through the cold night sky.
Badog glances up at the troll before peering north. An interesting site for the
frontline Morians when they approach. A tiny Uruk and a massive troll,
seemingly alone. "I love this part." Badog sneers softly, sliding his
buckler on.
Horvak takes a couple of steps forward as he hefts his
large boulder. The troll cocks his arm back and prepares to toss it at his
enemies. Alas, if only trolls were as well coordinated as orcs. Halfway through
midstride, the troll loses his balances and drops the rock on his foot. Horvak
howls in agony and begins a complicated dance. One involving the troll hopping
up and down on one foot while cradling his other. All the while the troll wails
loudly.
[<#13908>]
Gozguk's scout returns to Z'macht, and quickly reports: "<Morian
Uruk> Master, we are to the west of the Mordain, and await the moment to
attack." He waits, banging his scimitar shield and adding to the general
hubbub with yells and shouts.
[Ashlub(#19984)] From the south, a horn blares in warning
at the edge of the vale as the southern mordain scouts finally reach the camp.
The sound carries over the Mordain like a wave of fear to combat even the drums
that beat toward the north. Shouts of fear and confusion echo among the Mordor
orcs now, rumors of attack from behind coming swift to the officers at the
fore...
Snoggy looks around the plains warily, glancing in the
direction of the advancing Tarks, and then in the direction of the Morians. The
Sergeant stamps one foot and growls quietly, "Whoever gets here first gets
their head removed..." and he grips his Battle Axe tightly in both hands.
[Klob(#13193)]
"Yeah, me
too," Klob says with a bellowing chuckle that finishes off in a rather wet
sounding belch. Klob's tiny eye widens for a moment, but he quickly makes a
gulping motion and regains control of his larynx.
The troll's
free hand gives his belly a compassionate squeeze, and he shakes he nods
slightly, "Me too."
Chiayk reaches her goal and bows to the Z'macht. "My
lord. There are may before us. They take positions of defense and their smell.
" Her brow furrows. ."Uruks. Mordain" she motions with her arm
and points out where the lines are and roughly how far ahead. She turns and
looks the Latadurub square. "And something else. More scent on the air.
Horse I believe but faint. Hard to say from my vantage. " She sucks a
lungful of air. "Shall we rush forward my lord?" her body tense in
expectation.
[<#6806>]
Turoryn spits and curses as he lets fly another polished arrow towards the
hovering scouts remaining still within range, glancing over one shoulder
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he pauses and clenching his free hand
to emphasize this point "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"
[<#31398>]
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Gaerangol
hisses, turning to Gondhim, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" He checks
his blade, the moonlight shinning like molten silver off the etched surface.
[<#13908>]
Another scout from Gozguk's party approaches the Latadurub, and bows
quickly. "<Morian Uruk> Lord Z'macht, there is a smell of horses
and," he says with a sneer, "<Morian Uruk> humans. To the
south."
Mol's ears perk up. Two sets of drums. The olog giggles
slightly and picks up his rock. He leans closer to the scout orc. "Lookie.
Dis is fun, if you get bigger you can try." The olog gets up on his knees
and sights down in on the Mordain. His attention goes to the back of the ranks
and the archers. Something beyond them catches his attention for a momanet but
the troll soon disregards it. He leans back and then throws himself and the
boulder forward swiftly. He lets the rock go and watches it arc down at the
Mordain from his perch.
Z'macht nods as Chiayk speaks to him.
"Excellent." He says. "We will lose many uruks, but the King is
thirsty for blood." He leans in to Chiayk. "Relay this to the front:
Melee ranks, charge! Archers, one hundred paces and fire!"
[Combat(#13388)] Mol throws a boulder...
Mol's boulder throw hits Klob, mildly wounding him!
The boulder lies now upon the ground now at his feet.
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Staring
straight ahead towards the sound of the approaching Morians, Uzghash squeezes
the handle of his scimitar and hisses, snarling further. He keeps his body a
bit more hunched up, as if expecting a sudden blow. Firmly planting his feet
into the ground, he shifts his weight a little as he was waiting impatiently.
Cruel fingers with merciless claws grip the handle of his scimitar ever
tighter, and the edge of the weapon glints cruelly in the pale moonlight.
[Wautlan(#13205)] As the clamor of battle reaches his
ears, Wautlan grips his axe and shield both tighter, until his knuckles turn
white. He glances around, unsure of what to do, as he's ridiculously alone
wherever he goes. Slinking back down the bank towards the river, he starts
edging towards the south, where the sound of horses and elvish speech drift to
him.
Huzghash continues to march ever on with the ranks of
archers, his bow finger growing anxious. "<Morian Uruk> Come now
archers! We strike the first blow against the one-eyed dogs!" Huzghash
grins, his eyes turning to the south.
[<#13908>]
Gozguk seems a bit confused about what to do with Mol, but eventually
just hisses at him, "<Morian Uruk> Just kill!" Glancing
impatiently at the main host of the Morians, he waits for the return of the two
scouts.
[Badog(#20766)]
Badog spins around as the horn blows. "Skai!" Badog howls, whistling
loudly. Suddenly, two Uruk-hai pop up from a shrubbery near by, garbed very
much like Badog. The rather secretive, mysterious Black Guard is what they're
rumored to be. They run up towards Badog, "What is it?" Badog hisses,
though he could already guess. "Scouts from the southern end have come
back. Looks like they've been roughed up, Master." Badog sighs, a feral
growl hissing through his teeth. "Split the spear lads in two, have them
guard the south, and have them close to the northern line. Go." The two
officers nod and quickly sprint off down to the northern row, issuing Badog's
orders. Badog sighs, shaking his head, he begins to turn around when that
ominous whistling sound is heard and a gigantic rock hurtles through the air,
smashing into Klob. Badog leaps away from the troll, a heckling laugh escaping
from his throat as he peers to the north. His keen eyes could see them now.
"Lo! Lo Goblins of Moria! Dirty trick that is! It seems more then just
Orcs roam this battle field, unless you somehow learned how to fly! Lo I say!
Will you strike now! Gar! We are no longer just a scoutting party. It would be
a folly, to both our armies!" Badog calls out, making a cone about his mouth
his long-fingered hands.
[Duruial(#29055)]
The sounds of the horn pierce the burly Sailor as already orders come from the
Lieutenant, instructing them to fall back should the enemy forces attack.
Grabbing the reins of his horse the Sailor tensely scans the surroundings
keeping his horse in pace with the movements of his companions. Duruial's hand
tightens on his blade as he prepares for anything.
[Diarmund(#16643)]
Stoicism finds a place on the countenance of
Diarmund scanning the horizon echoing with the voice of drums and grizzly calls
of the vulgar creatures that beat them. The conceilment of his weapon no longer
prudent, Minuial sweeps in a pale arc like a new moon to his side, glimmering
waves of brilliant light flowing along its length. One gloved hand slides to
the forelock of his mount to cultivate calm in the beast.
[<#27357>] Horvak
clearly piqued hobbles forward and picks up his rock. He turns around
and observes a group of orcs standing about talking with Z'macht. He targets
the Latadurub with his boulder. One step. Two Step. And...
A flurry of activity begin about the Latadurub as he at
lasts orders the attack. Horvak barely holds onto the boulder, flying forward
and into the ground with the momentum. The troll curses merrily and then roars,
"<Morian Uruk> By the Flame's Whip! Attack!!!"
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob's stomach
seems to be doing okay, and he even musters up the enthusiasm to give Badog
another good-natured shove. He lets out another hearty chuchkle, and then
glances haphazardly up to the north, a wide toothy grin upon his face . . .
. . . And is struck promptly in the nose by a
massive blouder. It fits him square in the face with a sickening thump and
crack, as though of stone striking stone.
"Ahhhhh!"
Klob bellows, grasping his pointed nose as thick, tarrish black blood spills
between his fingers, "Gar! My nose!" The Troll's voice has become
gummy, thick, and pinched.
In a rage,
Klob drops his club, and picks up the boulder, throwing it bacl at Mol over his
head.
Chiayk spins on her heels immediately upon the
instruction of the Latadurub. Again she runs though the landscape like a
maddened jackal. Any who are before her she shoves and monitions all forward.
"Move Maggots. Time to die for King and flame" Around her uruks begin
to move forward picking up speed. As the place where she left Laerecht
approaches she stops and yells clearly. "ALL melee fightes..CHARGE
NOW!" She drops for cover hoping to throw any archers bead on her off and
grins at Laerecht. "Lets get some glory for the flame shall we?"
[Combat(#13388)]
Klob throws a boulder...
Klob's boulder flies wide, doing no harm.
Klob removes
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Laerecht peers earnestly back at the she-hai and Latadurub. Fists clench and
pulsate regularly upon the hafts in their grasps waiting for the call to war.
<Morian> "Come, now... bring them,
bring them!"
An unidentified
missile careens above his head, the Maaluk's topknoted cranium bobbing and
ducking as he attempts to find it's propulsion.
What's this? The enemy yells? Reining in upon
the discourse with a scowl, Laerecht turns again to the rear, hands cupped to
his mouth as he booms a relay message toward the Latadurub. "The Mordain
worms have something, m'lord! Something else to fight?! What say you!?" A
beefy arm thrusts itself out to motion the she-hai to wait for further
instruction.
Z'macht screams as battle erupts. "Archers,
fire!" He lets loose an arrow along with the Morian ranks.
Z'macht launches an arrow...
Z'macht's bowshot hits Snoggy, lightly wounding him.
Mol snorts into the grass as he hit the Mordain troll in
the face. His joy is short lived because the troll returns the boulder in a
most unpleasent manner. Mol snuffs up around three pounds of grass as he tries
to get out of the way of the rock. He rolls just to the side as the stone dents
the ground just beside him. "Dat not funny!" The Olog vents his anger
by tossing the boulder back into the Mordain lines.
Mol picks up a
"<Morbeth> Flame guide my arrow."
Huzghash whispers, drawing his bow to full length. 'Fire away!' Whoosh! A
flurry of arrows is released from the back of the Morian horde, black crooked
arrows fly high in the sky as they arc towards the Mordain. huzghash releases
his own arrow, aimed high in the hopes of catching a Mordain unawares.
[Combat(#13388)]
Mol throws a boulder...
Mol's boulder flies wide, doing no harm.
Mol removes
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
You fire off an arrow at Uzghash...
Your arrow flies wide of Uzghash, doing no harm.
[Laerecht(#23460)] "Bah! To war, to war!" A
hearty grin toward Chiayk, and the monstrous uruk quits the depression for the fight
to come. Short hammers pumping in dripping claws, the massive creature looks
over his shoulder briefly for the she-hai.
"For Flame! For Gashobazog and
Flame!"
Hurrying forward, the leviathan quickens his
pace to near the Mordain lines.
[<#29406>]
Durbmog begins to wade forward, shoving a snaga aside
with his great shield, snarling as he elbows a beefy orc-soldier out of the
way. "<Morian Uruk> The King commands ATTACK!" he bellows,
ironshod boots crushing muddy turf underfoot, splashing muck every which way.
"<Morian Uruk> Charge!"
The Warlord and the vanguard of the Morian army charge at
the Mordain forces in a cacaphony of crashing iron, great drum-beats, and the
constant thudding of orc-feet. "<Morian Uruk> Attack!" the
Morian thunders. "<Morian Uruk> For the glory of the Flame!"
[Gozguk(#13908)]
The two scouts return to Gozguk's party, and whisper something to him. A
small gesture of the Apprentice's hand, and the whole group moves further away
from Mol, wary of falling boulders. Again they wait, Gozguk meanwhile pointing
out the best places to attack.
[Badog(#20766)] Badog watches the arrows soar over head
with calm, calculating eyes. "Hrm." he murmers, turning around to
look back a the Mordain orcs. "Let them have it lads. Flame archers, fire!
Fire!" Badog howls, turning around and standing, perhaps in a crazy
manner, yards infront of his army, alone. It was doubtfull the Troll would save
him should he get into trouble now. He waits patiently for the whites of their
eyes..
[Gundhosh(#26642)]
For those who happen to be looking to East, off in the not too far distance,
runs a big troll. It seems to be getting bigger as it approaches the chaos in
full stride. It seems to be a couple minutes away still.
[Ashlub(#19984)]
Standing grimly amongst the archers of the Mordor line, Ashlub scowls at the
announcement to defend the south line now, his lips pulled into a grimace,
"Told him so, did I not!? Well now we're in the fire, may as well give as
good as we get. Fire!" Arrows of streaking flames launch skyward in an arc
that terminates among the morian orcs as the advance, their number thick and
accurate despite the darkness. Ashlub too looses his arrow only moments after
it is lit.
Ashlub launches an arrow...
Ashlub's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Chiayk glares down at the Maluuk and for an instant and
feels rage well within her as he does not charge forward on her orders. The
moment is short lived though, as after the message is passed the Maluuk takes
to action. A new warmth rolls through her as the death drug adrenalin begins to
flow into her. It is a heady drug and she takes only a moment to savor it. Then
in a flash she is up charging along side the Maluuk. Forward into the lines of
the Mordain.
Horvak rises to his feet. An angry expression on his
face. He cocks back his arm and takes a running lead toward the Morian lines.
At last. At long last the troll releases the boulder intent to reek havoc on
the Mordain orcs.
[Combat(#13388)]
Horvak throws a boulder...
Horvak's boulder throw hits Ashlub, moderately wounding
him!
The boulder lies now upon the ground now at his feet.
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob continue
to wail and shriek, his single beady eye wide and wild with fury, rolling about
in his stony skull. His once sharp and beaklike nose is swelling visibly, and
is already bloated to a shiny black, like the shell of a beatle.
Klob fumbles
about for his club, and picks it up suddenly, his lips quivering with rage like
fat worms, "My nose!"
Huzghash draws again, another arrow at the ready. The
Guard's face is one of pure tension as his jaw is locked and muscles flexing.
"Fly true." Huzghash whispers, again allowing the string to snap
forward and send his arrow hurtling through the air. Thwack! The arrow is gone,
another knocked in its place for a third shot.
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
You fire off an arrow at Badog...
Your arrow flies wide of Badog, doing no harm.
[Z'macht(#27431)]
Woosh! Zip! Zap! The battered and bruised Z'macht ducks as missles rain around
him. Troops fall dead. Some fall wounded and bristling with black shafts.
"Fire!" comes the command again and a volley comes forth.
Z'macht launches an arrow...
Z'macht's bowshot hits Ashlub, mildly wounding him.
[Gozguk(#13908)] Still waiting for the best moment, Gozguk
whispers a command to his detachment, and they all rise into a crouching
position, ready to run into battle at a moments notice.
[Ashlub(#19984)]
Even as Ashlub's arrow streaks away into the darkness, a hail of arrows answer
in kind, falling amongst the Mordor line with vicious tenacity. "Skai! You
slime drinkin'..." His words are cut short as out of the night comes a new
darkness that brings with the promise of prolonged sleep. It is a boulder and
it strikes his helm a glancing blow that drops him instantly to the mud.
Mol curses as his rock misses anyone. The olog gets to
his feet slowly, not in any hurry to be high enough to take arrow fire. He
takes up his battle axe and slowly plods after the scouts, keeping his head
low, for that is not a mistake he will make again.
[Gundhosh(#26642)]
Now well within sight, the rogue troll running in from the East slows down his
pace, looking around wildly in confusion, wondering what could be happening
here. Closer to the Morian line, he begins to walk in their direction to find
out more.
[Badog(#20766)] Nodding to himself, Badog slowly turns
his back to the Morians, well within earshot now, and heads back to the Mordain
group, arrows flying all past him, like zipping hornets. He leaps down the
small hillside, and slowly stalks past the ready warriors, growling like dogs
waiting for a lump of meat. "Take their heads. All of them." Badog
calls alloud as he shoves his way through to the back line where he can
observer both the south and north line. He slides his buckler onto his shoulder
and sheaths his blade whilst taking his short bow out of his backpack and
knocking an arrow onto the bow.
[Arathil(#26692)]
Arathil paces nervously atop his horse, younger soldiers
bunched behind him awaiting orders. But yet no Mordain forces advance, so the
Gondorians hold their ground.
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob, on the
other hand, rushes North towards the miscreat Morians and the boulder-throwing
trolls. His rage is still hot, and he pushes Mordain Orcs roughly and easily
aside as he makes his way to the front lines. The sound of stone grinding and
crunching comes from his club hand, and there is bloodlust in his eyes.
"My
nose!" he screams shrilly, vengefully.
[Z'macht(#27431)]
Marching fills Z'macht's ears as does the violent twang of bowstrings. Though
smeared with week old blood,his face holds a deathly grin. "Leave no
survivors. These Eastern maggots have treaded long enough on our ground."
He raises his weapon. "Rally to the King! .. on penalty of death!"
Raising his bow once more Huzghash takes aim again to
loose another arrow upon the Mordain camp. "Kill them all!" Huzghash
bellows, releasing his arrow into the black night. Crimson eyes glaring ahead
Huzghash then tosses his bow to the ground and gathers his spear and shield to
his person. Getting situated, Huzghash struggles to attach his shield.
[<#6806>]
Turoryn watches the press of inhumanity beyond, though still tense and with the
bow already fixed with an arrow, yet with no targets it rests in one hand
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he speaks rather interested in what
he is beholding, but can make out no details in the shadow beyond the rustle of
movement and the visceral shouts. The sky lit by fire arrows give his gaze
something else to latch upon.
[Snoggy(#26193)]
The lumbering form of Snoggy wavers as a crude Morian arrow plunges into his
upper chest. The uruk lets out a loud bellow of rage. Bloodlust enters the eyes
of the physcotic Uruk, he shoves his way towards the front of the Mordain
lines, closest to the oncomming Morians. He raises his Battle Axe up over his
head and bellows a high pitched challenge.
[Badog(#20766)] Watching the Morian forces charge to the
top of the ridge, Badog slides the arrow back, his hand shaking as power builds
in the taut string. His keen eyes watch through the darkness, waiting for the
right moment.. The assassin Uruk-hai blinks as he lets the string go, the small
black missle zipping over the ridge in a tight pitch to crash into the center
of the Morian lines.
Horvak watches as his boulder arcs toward the Mordain
line. He laughs gleefully as the stone careens off the helmet of an
orc...possibly an officer. Slapping his knee, the troll looks around for
another boulder. He spots one not too far away and heads toward that direction.
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Dodging the careening olog and his hosing nose, Laerecht bellows loudly into
the Mordain onslaught behind outthrust tusks. Shouldering the Eye's fodder uruk
in the front lines with the spikes of his axe, the monstrous uruk basks in the
already oozing black about him.
"Are there none to face, Laerecht!"
A few meaty swings of his mace, "Grunnu's revenge am I! Come Mordor,
come!"
[Guzlug(#31676)]
The melee is joined by Guzlug as he and the other uruks on the front
lines swell forwards, and teem forwards into the Mordain. Weak bellys are
sliced, quickly spilling their contents, some thick skulls are split and some
are trampled by the onrush of the odd troll. The uruk, Guzlug is among them
legs propelling him into the enemy
Raising his bow once more Huzghash takes aim again to
loose another arrow upon the Mordain camp. "Kill them all!" Huzghash
bellows, releasing his arrow into the black night. Crimson eyes glaring ahead
Huzghash then tosses his bow to the ground and gathers his spear and shield to
his person. Getting situated, Huzghash struggles to attach his shield.
[<#29406>]
Splashes of mud rising every which way, kicked up by
dozens upon dozens of orcish feet, the Morian vanguard advances and closes the
range.
Their leader's pale eyes blaze from within the visored,
masked helm he wears, orcish stare and iron sneer. His voice waxes metallic as
he roars a challenge in Westron. "<Morian Uruk> Orcs of Mordor, flee
before our faces! Flee, flee, or we shall savage you, maul you, despoil you!
Run away while you still can!"
With that, Durbmog presses to the fore of the charging
Morian van, apparently eager to be the first to strike a blow. Seeing Snoggy,
the Uruk-Hai makes for the axe-wielder with a purposeful, savage glee.
Badog launches an arrow...
Badog's bowshot hits Z'macht, badly wounding him.
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
You fire off an arrow at Badog...
Your arrow hits Badog, mildly wounding him!
Mol takes his sweet time coming down onto the Mordain. He
is in no hurry to hit their lines first, let the fool orc's do that. Mol just
avoids arrow fire and follws the scouts towards the sore-nosed troll.
[<#26642>] The rogue troll finds himself some
Morian snaga at the edge of the advancing line, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE
SPEECH>" he asks to no snaga in particular. As he waits any kind of
response, he once again looks around, confused as always.
Z'macht looses his weapon as he gives the command to fire
to the Morian archers. Suddenly, blam! A shaft buries itself deep in teh
Latadurub's shoulder
Z'macht launches an arrow...
Z'macht's bowshot hits Uzghash, moderately wounding him.
[<#29055>]
Duruial says in Sindarin, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"I see...
their lines are quiet unorganized,"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"They
have fallen into a bedlam."
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Uzghash
quickly hisses a shortly cut gasp of pain as an arrow finds its way through
part of an arm. "Bah, a flesh wound," he hisses, as he snarls and
somehow also grins mercilessly before charging forwards towards the onrushing
Morian hordes, brandishing his scimitar and baring his teeth with his glaring
hate.
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob continues
his mad dash towards his foes for a few more paces before noticing the vastly
superior numbers he would be facing. The troll frowns pointedly, and gasps,
sucking in hoarse breath from his brief job.
Coming to a
sudden decision, Klob veers off to the north, and shuffles quickly towards the
melee, already in progress. He keeps Mol in his sights, however, as he rushes
into the fray.
[<#29055>]
Nodding slightly to the words of the Lieutenant the Sailor watches the great
battle with interest. Calmly Duruial pats his horse upon its head to keep it
calm as he remains quiet and near the Lord Rovacil. Looking upon the beats a
slight sneer crosses his face, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" He
sits back slightly upon his beast, his knuckles still white as he clenches his
sword ever aware of his surroundings, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"
[Ashlub(#19984)]
At the southern side of the Mordor camp, the uruk warriors of the Eye are
gathering in force to face the Gondor men, lingering on the vale's border while
their numbers increase. Crimson eyes form a bobbing wall of malice, but the
uruks hold back, loosing arrows toward their enemies from the relative safety
of the darkness. With a great shout, a small contingent of orcs, numbering
perhaps thirty sprint forth from the line. They wield great battle axes and are
taller than the common orcs, for they are the Uruk-hai of Mordor and fear no
man.
Ashlub
meanwhile has awakened face down in the mud, clutching angrily at the feathered
dart that protrudes from his armor in the region of his shoulder. Rising, he
peers left and right before clutching and placing another arrow to the string.
The thing protests as he raises it and looses it into the oncoming morian
troops.
Ashlub launches an arrow...
Ashlub's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
[Gaerangol(#31398)]
Silent, Gaerangol watches the massive clash of filthy
creatures. His hands grip Taragmoth loosly, the blade draped over his lap. No
words does he speak, but his face is grim.
[Gozguk(#13908)] One eye on the enemy troll ahead, Gozguk
hisses to Mol, "Kill that troll! It threw the boulder at you!" He
then leads his scouts down, and with a wild yell they throw themselves on the
enemy from the side. Gozguk sees the form of Ashlub in front of him and brings his
mace down towards it, the metal spikes screaming towards the enemy's skull.
[Snoggy(#26193)] The Krimpatul Sergeant lets out a loud
roar. Gripping his axe tightly, Snoggy sprints forward and charges the horde of
Morian Uruks, his bloodred eyes spotting Durbmog. The Logaz lowers his head and
charges, the Uruks combined momentum bringing them within striking distance of
each other within seconds. Snoggy ducks down and brings his Battle Axe in a
curved arc infront of him, aiming his Blade at the Warlords torso.
Gozguk attacks Ashlub with its Mace and moderately wounds
him!
[Combat Function Library(#15)] Ashlub's bow is knocked
out of his hand!
[Wautlan(#13205)] Glad that the orcs are too occupied
with each other to notice him sidling towards the Gondorians, Wautlan, as he
nears them, rises to his feet, brandishing both axe and shield as he remains
unsure of the other men. As silent as possible for his bulky frame, he advances
towards the Gondorians tentatively.
Snoggy attacks Durbmog with his Battle Axe, but he misses
by an arm's length.
[<#20766>] Badog says in Mordain Uruk,
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"Front line ready! Stab those
louts!"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"For the Eye! Destroy the
traitors of the Eye! Fight or Die!"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"
[<#20766>]
As his arrow zips through the night sky, Badog knocks another arrow onto his
line, drawing it back quickly and letting it fly into the advancing line of
Morian uruks. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Badog cries alloud, the
front line quickly drops to their knees, and points their sharped,
barbed-headed spears up at the hill top, waiting for the first line of
unfortunate Morains to rush in.. One or two would probably find a pointy death.
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Badog rallies with a coarse,
sinister-filled voice.
[Gondhim(#15552)]
His pulse
tapping ode an ancient ode to bronze, the Telpekhiri sits ahorse likewise-
cultivating silence, observing the unorganized and bloody carnage northwards of
their position.
Badog launches an arrow...
Ow! You've been injured for 4 hp's by the bowshot.
ARB: Please RP this injury accordingly.
[Laerecht(#23460)] Sighting the ravaging antics of the Mordain troll thundering
through the Morian forces, Laerecht gives a second deep
below before hurtling to the towering creature's path. "Aye, Chiayk! The
Flame blesses us with a beautiful prize today, eh?!"
Twin hammers
stretch from the Maaluk's hands as he hurries forward toward the monstrous
Mordain leviathan.
[Morclax(#21561)]
From the scattered, disorganized pairs and knots of struggling warriors from
Moria and Mordor emerges another orc, nondescript and wielding a battle axe.
Her eyes dart about the field of battle, seeking a foe. Laerecht's words draw
her attention and, readying her axe, she grits her teeth and charges toward him
from the side, aiming a wide, sweeping blow at the orc.
Mol turns as the Mordain turns. the axe in his hand seems
quite ready as he tries to stalk the other olog. It seems the Modain troll is
afraid of Mol. Teh Olog chuckles and quickens his pace, hoping for a real fight
this time, not just orc killing.
Morclax attacks Laerecht with her Battle Axe and
moderately wounds him!
[Chiayk(#29498)]
Trails of light streak the night sky as flaming arrows fly to their targets as
the occasional boulder peppers the ground or a hapless victim. She keeps pace
with the Maluuk and flanks him. Whichever target they encounter will get a double
helping. She nods to his words and hungers for a target.
Horvak arrives at the boulder and struggles to remove it
from the ground. At long last the troll frees the boulder and hefts it. He
looks carefully about the battlefield and spies a new target.
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Snoggy's axe swishes through the air at Durbmog, the wind
of its passage hissing against his armor even as the Morian Warlord leans out
of harm's way; as he regathers himself to strike at the axe-wielding Mordain,
the tip of a pike grazes the side of the Uruk-Hai's armor, striking sparks and
bringing a grunt and a hiss of expelled breath from the Warlord. Savagely
Durbmog rounds about on the pike, snarls, striking it a splintering blow with
his hammer -- and leaving him open for redoubled attack from Snoggy.
"<Morian Uruk> Skai!" huzghash shouts as
an arrow cuts through his arm. Snorting Huzghash sprints forward, cuttting through
the Morian lines to find an opponent. Spear held tightly in his right hand,
Huzghash continues to pound forward, eyes searching for a foe.
[<#26642>]
Impatient at the lack of reply from anyone, the rogue troll picks up a Morian
snaga shuffling by his feet, and shouts at him, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE
SPEECH>" The snaga replies in some language the troll doesn't quite
understand, his eyes taking on a displeased expression, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE
SPEECH>" he shouts at the uruk, twisting his head and tossing him to
the ground. He takes a few steps away from the Morian line, picking up a rock
as he does so. He then looks to the Mordain army line and shouts in vain,
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Catching the movement of a small she uruk towards his unprotected flank,
Laerecht flings up a thick arm to deflect the creature's half-hearted blow. The
smallest of nicks trickles ink down the beefy orc's appendage as he wheels
instinctively upon his interceptor.
"Bah! A quick kill to wet my appetite
before yonder prize! Ghash!"
The trailing arm
of the monstrous creature laces toward his new foe's midsection as he attempts
to disembowell it there and then.
Laerecht attacks Morclax with his War Hammer and
moderately wounds her!
Turoryn lifts up the bow, the arrow pointing directly at
the strange man who approaches "Who are you and give me one good reason
not to shoot this arrow through your head." the rather sudden arrival of
someone so close when his attention had so been afixed at noticing all movement
seems to have unnerved the Lieutenant and there is little preamble or grace to
his speech.
[Ashlub(#19984)] Ashlub does not bother to watch his
arrow as it streaks away in a flash of flame, instead reaching for another from
his quiver. At that very moment however there is a clash of orcs directly ahead
of him and a morian uruk streaks through an appearing gap to strike viciously
enough at him to cause him to release his bow. Shaking off the shunt to his
helm, the mordain warrior seeks his enemy but he is forced backward and quickly
looses sight of it. Snarling, he slams an orc who closess with him and draws
forth his axe with practiced ease.
[Snoggy(#26193)] The insane Krimpatul Logaz screams at
the top of his lungs. Snoggy crouches low, spreading the grip on his axe to
allow for more intricate manouvers. The Uruk hooks forward with his axe, the
notched blade aimed at the Warlords ankle tendons.
Morclax takes the hammer blow in the side, but had
twisted aside with a practiced move to avoid greater damage. Still, the orc
warrior winces in pain and, gripping her axe, aims a backhanded, flat-bladed
strike in retaliation at the orc's outstretched weapon arm.
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Uzghash
continues to hiss and snarl, and finds himself a target after being wounded.
Glaring greedily at the Orc, he seeks to draw his own share of blood, striking
in fiercely with his gleaming scimitar at his newly-founded adversary's arm.
Morclax attacks Laerecht with her Battle Axe, but she
misses by a handspan.
Uzghash attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and you block his attack with your shield!
[Ashlub(#19984)] Ashlub does not bother to watch his
arrow as it streaks away in a flash of flame, instead reaching for another from
his quiver. At that very moment however there is a clash of orcs directly ahead
of him and a morian uruk streaks through an appearing gap to strike viciously
enough at him to cause him to release his bow. Shaking off the shunt to his
helm, the mordain warrior seeks his enemy but he is forced backward and quickly
looses sight of it. Snarling, he slams an orc who closess with him and draws
forth his axe with practiced ease.
Chiayk runs in pace with her Maluuk and their footfalls
strike the ground as one, though she is a pace behind him and to his side. Her
eye catches the movement as the Maluuk gets attacked. She gives him room to
swing and flanks his target, her mace at the ready. Her forward foot strikes
the earth firmly and she uses her momentum to swing the mace towards the uruks
side.
[Badog(#20766)] As Badog draws another arrow, his ears
twitch at the booming voice of the rogue troll. Turning to look at the troll,
Badog pushes himself to the outter lines. "Oi! Hola troll! Ofcourse we're
bloody fightin' for the Eye! What're you doing? What garrison are you from,
Troll? I don't remember bringing two Trolls with us!" Badog calls out
loudly through the chaos of battle. He quickly lets his arrow fly towards another
victim before knocking another arrow onto it.
Chiayk attacks Morclax with her Mace, but she misses by a
mile.
Snoggy attacks Durbmog with his Battle Axe, but he misses
by a long shot.
Badog launches an arrow...
Badog's bowshot hits Z'macht, badly wounding him.
Shield flashing up to protect his neck, Huzghash deftly
deflects the incoming scimitar. "Die snaga." Huzghash taunts, his
spear diving in towards the Mordain uruk with ferocity; its angle heading for
the uruk's stomach.
You attack Uzghash with your Spear...
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
Your attack against Uzghash badly wounds him!
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob bellows
madly, his face turning nearly black with rage. He spots Mol, and rushes
towards his fellow Troll, the thick mud caking his oblong feet. His heavy club
is held behind him, and as he approaches he gives it a vicious golf-swing
towards Mol's belly.
Klob attacks Mol with his Club and lightly wounds him!
[Laerecht(#23460)] Retracting the arm targeted by
Morclax, Laerecht curses hotly.
"Bring me a challenge, Mordor! Your
weeping eye produces the most miserable drabble. Gash!"
The pulled back
appendage returns with it's shoulder to bear down upon his opponent while it's
counterpart laces upward in a vicous upercut aimed at the Mordain's chin.
"We show them true mettle, eh, comrade!?"
Laerecht attacks Morclax with his War Hammer, but Morclax
parries the attack with her Battle Axe!
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Feeling the
burning strike of the Morian's spear driving into his stomach, Uzghash screams
as his eyes flare with pain and rage. Reeling back as blood drips down his
armor, he even more recklessly slashes in for another attack towards the Orc's
neck.
[Durbmog(#29406)]
A hiss of surprise; with jarring speed, Durbmog spins,
leg sliding out of the axe's reach. "Skai!" the Morian snarls,
chagrin evident; then -- rapidly -- he counterattacks, the backspike of his
hammer whirring towards Snoggy's head from the side.
Uzghash attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he misses!
Durbmog attacks Snoggy with his War Hammer and badly
wounds him!
Chiayk curses as the mace head sails harmlessly past the
Mordain. She spits in anger and wheels about to square herself with her foe.
"Die Mordain dog." She brings the mace back and then swings sideways
trying to ravage the Mordain's shoulder.
Mol has his axe raised to attack the troll from behind
when he turns and strikes Mol in the stomach. "Offff" The olog lets
out a huff of air and takes a step back before he tries to attack. His legs
twist and set his torso turning. His arms lash out and his axe flies out at the
troll's already injured nose.
Mol attacks Klob with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds
him!
[Morclax(#21561)]
With a great display of dexterity, Morclax ducks her head to avoid Chiayk's
hissing mace, then springs aside to dodge the blow from Laerecht's hammer. She
grits her fangs, eyes ablaze with eagerness for battle. Pulling her axe to
herself, she suddenly lashes out with the spiked tip of it, using it almost as
a thrusting boar spear, stabbing up and outward at Laerecht.
Morclax attacks Laerecht with her Battle Axe, but
Laerecht parries the attack with his War Hammer!
Chiayk curses as the mace head sails harmlessly past the
Mordain. She spits in anger and wheels about to square herself with her foe.
"Die Mordain dog." She brings the mace back and then swings sideways
trying to ravage the Mordain's shoulder.
Horvak picks his target carefully. An enemy troll dares
to engage one one of his trolls. Horvak must aim carefully, but what will be
the target? The creature's large belly and bulbous nose are both tempting
targets. Nose or belly. Nose or belly. Horvak is undecided. He takes a running
leap forward and chucks the rock into the air. The rock is aimed at the troll's
nose.
Chiayk attacks Morclax with her Mace, but Morclax parries
the attack with her Battle Axe!
[Combat(#13388)] Horvak throws a boulder...
Horvak's boulder throw hits Klob, mildly wounding him!
The boulder lies now upon the ground now at his feet.
[<#26642>]
As the rogue troll looks to the Mordain army, he notices the humans beyond
them, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he shouts out, now running away
from the Morian line toward the Mordain. As he approaches, he hears Badog's
words and turns his course toward him, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE
SPEECH>" he yells out, now standing close to Badog, huge boulder still
in hand.
[Ashlub(#19984)] "Your challenge lays here,
maggot!" The bellow escapes Ashlub as he closes with Chiayk, Morclax and
Laerecht, his own weapon streaking in to find purchase upon his enemy.
Huzghash chuckles as he steps back, his spear dancing to
another position. "Is this all that Mordor has to offer me?!"
Huzghash mocks in vain, his spear switching angles to stab for the uruk's leg.
Thrusting downwards with his spear Huzghash leans in to the strike, hoping to
immobilize the Mordain.
Ashlub attacks Laerecht with his Battle Axe, but he
misses by a hair.
You attack Uzghash with your Spear...
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
Your attack against Uzghash moderately wounds him!
[Z'macht(#27431)]
Seeing that any further attempts at archery will likely
lead to Morian casualties, Z'macht puts down his bow and busies himself giving
orders. "Archers. Put away your bows and brandish blades!" He points
to the west. "Flank westward and south." Whether the archers will
obey the battered Underruler remains to be seen.
[Snoggy(#26193)]
The Warlords Hammer clubs the physcotic Snoggy in the side of the head. The
Uruk staggers on his feet, speaking loudly between globs of thick blood that
pour from his mouth, "That..... All... You got?" The Uruk steps forward,
bringing his Battle Axe down in a chopping blow towards the Warlords general
body area.
[Badog(#20766)] Eyes trailing from the Morian frontline
down to the deepening backlines of Mordor.. Spotting Durbmog knock around a
Sergant, Badog hisses a smirk, before quickly knocking another bow and shooting
a precise arrow at Durbmog, aiming for his weapon's arm.
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Slightly surprised as his hammer is deflected, Laerecht grins only slightly as
he returns both hammers for a downward smash toward the she uruk's bobbing
head.
"So they teach you maggots deflection?
Hah! Won't save you from the Gashobazog hammer for long!" Mangled westron
gurgles from his lips as he taunts his foe a second time.
You paged Uzghash with 'Your choice, just let me now'.
Laerecht attacks Morclax with his War Hammer and badly
wounds her!
Badog launches an arrow...
Badog's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Snoggy attacks Durbmog with his Battle Axe, but he misses
by an arm's length.
Morclax flails backward from the strike, spinning about
with blood and rings from her ringmail flying through the air. She recovers her
balance with some difficulty, sees that another orc has arrived to assist her,
and with a snarl, springs toward the uninjured orc, axe swinging.
Morclax attacks Chiayk with her Battle Axe, but she
misses by a hair.
[Ashlub(#19984)]
(REPOSE) At the southern side of the Mordor camp, the uruk warriors of the Eye
are gathering in force to face the Gondor men, lingering on the vale's border
while their numbers increase. Crimson eyes form a bobbing wall of malice, but
the uruks hold back, loosing arrows toward their enemies from the relative
safety of the darkness. With a great shout, a small contingent of orcs,
numbering perhaps thirty sprint forth from the line. They wield great battle
axes and are taller than the common orcs, for they are the Uruk-hai of Mordor
and fear no man.
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Feeling the
bite of the spear drive through a little of his leg, Uzghash is still quite
mobile, as evident from his glaring eyes, shifted stance and returning blow.
Grunting, he slices ever more recklessly at the Morian Orc, aiming for the
throat with his sharp scimitar while he curses and snarls.
Chiayk blinks in disbelief as the Mordain deftly keeps
Morians at bay. "Skai! This one be posessed by the eye itself!" She
steps out to avoid the counterattack and then drives the mace in hard towards
the head of the Mordain.
Chiayk attacks Morclax with her Mace, but Morclax parries
the attack with her Battle Axe!
Uzghash attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he misses!
[Ashlub(#19984)]
Howling with rage as Laerecht avoids his initial attack, Ashlub spins on his
heel, driving forward to close with the morian orc. Raising his axe again, he
sweeps it down again in a wicked arc toward the torso of the morian orc.
Ashlub attacks Laerecht with his Battle Axe, but he
misses by a handspan.
[<#26642>]
Gundhosh the rogue troll says to Badog, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"
The troll looks off toward the humans behind the Mordain army, and begins
workign his way through it, crushing the occasional unsuspecting snaga on his
way.
Morclax dodges the mace strike, crouches, and feints a
couple of times with her battle axe...not the easiest thing to do. Dodging and
sidestepping to near her foe, she approaches Chiayk and, with a sudden twisting
lunge, jabs again with the spike of her weapon.
Morclax attacks Chiayk with her Battle Axe, but she
misses by an arm's length.
[Laerecht(#23460)] A rumbling laugh tears from Laerecht's
tusked maw as he percieves the iminent doom of the she-uruk.
"A pity I couldn't prolong your misery..
ahhhh well."
Slightly surprised as Chiayk's attack is again
avoided, Laerecht deftly spins beneath Ashlub's swipe only to aim another
savage bludgeon toward's Morclax's gullet.
Laerecht attacks Morclax with his War Hammer and lightly
wounds her!
Huzghash tilts his head back after the blade has passed
again. "Come now, snaga. Hit me" Huzghash taunts again, his spear
circling for another strike at the uruk's chest. Thrusting from an overhand
position, Huzghash pushes downwards with his spear to give the uruk's lung
another whole.
You attack Uzghash with your Spear...
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
Your attack against Uzghash badly wounds him!
Chiayk moves deftly to counterstrike at the she Mordain.
It is af if all the skills of the warrior are brought to naught at this
juncture. She rolls to her right and then lashes out at the shoulder or
Morclax.
Chiayk attacks Morclax with her Mace and badly wounds
her!
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Durbmog drifts back, a black-fletched shaft whirring past
his head; his pale eyes are bright with battle-glee. "The best I've
got?" he repeats mockingly, helm lending his words the clangor of iron.
Another shaft whirs past him on the other side, fletching beginning to buzz in
midflight. "Guess!" he sneers, prodding at Snoggy tauntingly with the
spike on the head of his hammer.
Durbmog attacks Snoggy with his War Hammer and mildly
wounds him!
[Badog(#20766)] It
seems Badog is a tad too busy to listen to Gundhosh for now.. Or care. He had
other things on his mind. The Liuetenant of Barad-dur quickly shifts to the
side as his view is interrupted. An arrow then zips through the air and slices
into Badog's armor. A hiss is offered as the black Uruk yanks the arrow from
his shoulder. He quickly knocks another arrow and shoots again at his target,
intent on striking Durbmog now.
Badog launches an arrow...
Badog's bowshot hits Durbmog, lightly wounding him.
Morclax takes one blow after another from the two orcs,
the ringing maces and hammers slamming home time after time. Morclax gamely
continues the attack though, doing her best to protect her flank, but focusing
her attacks on Chiayk.
[Ashlub(#19984)] Hissing in frustration, Ashlub lets
forth a string of curses again, his horrid maw twisting into a scowl. Jostled
and buffeted from all directions, the uruk lets forth another bellow of blood
lust and leaps toward Laerecht again, his axe sweeping low toward his
opponent's legs.
Morclax attacks Chiayk with her Battle Axe, but she
misses by a mile.
Ashlub attacks Laerecht with his Battle Axe and
moderately wounds him!
[Gondhim(#15552)]
Gondhim
tightens the strap upon his winged helm, and looks aside at Gaerangol.
"Look at that, they are silly enough to weken themselves to make a stab at
us. So be it." He clucks his red peibald into forward motion, and flicks
his head towards the adcancing Uruks. "Pass the word. Ride in hard, and
engage. Let us see if we can hasten the Mordain into the Morian's- and befoul
both of their lines, but be prepared to withdraw on my command. Our numbers do
not support a long clash here." The Captain clicks his heels harder, and
wath begins into a long legged run.
Snoggy lets out a howl of rage as the Warlord prods him.
The Logaz brings his Axe over his shoulder and slashes forward in a chopping
blow aimed at the Warlords arm.
Snoggy attacks Durbmog with his Battle Axe, but he misses
by a handspan.
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Now faced with two opponents, Laerecht laughs even louder.
"Absolutely pathetic. /You/ I will deal
with momentarily."
A single hammer
points at Ashlub to accentuate his intentions before the Maaluk streaks past
him, only to catch the edge of his battle axe beneath the tender portion of his
armpit. Coursing blood, the Gashobazog curses madly at the Mordain before
lacing a full out, double hammered attack at the she-uruk.
Laerecht attacks Morclax with his War Hammer and
moderately wounds her!
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Wearied with
multiple wounds, Uzghash feels a spear bite into his chest, though it does
little more than shed more blood. He twists away and stumbles before his
bloodshot eyes glare back at the Morian Orc, and swings his weight into a
harsher blow as he hoarsely bellows with pain and hate.
[<#31398>]
At the command of Gondhim, Gaerangol raises his blade in
the air, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" His cry is not loud, but
clear to the fellow men of Minas Tirith. He spurs foward, the blade of his
father flashing argent in the night. Leaving a trail of shadows, he chrages the
advancing Orcs.
Horvak roars as his rock missle scores a hit. The
troll-king reaches for his axe and readies his shield. With his weapon set,
Horvak lets loose another roar and charges across the field toward the Morian
lines.
Chiayk grins to herself. At last redemption as the mace
bites. "You move like an unholy animal she Mordain. But you die now
OK" She jabs the mace straight towars the chest of the she.
Uzghash attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Chiayk attacks Morclax with her Mace and badly wounds
her!
[Gromshnakt(#10007)]
Soon another war cry is issued forth as more Dark orcs seem to pour out from
the Mordain side, Clad in black, but however, one thing stands out as they do
come, running at full gait, to join his kind that go to stand off against the
men in the south.
"Tarks to the Rear!" rumbles out a cry from the
one leading the Dogs. A logaz, by the looks of rank, if there was ever rank to
the horde. He moves quickly,his short legs brining him to come and join those
at the south. Black Steele'd Scimitar is raised as froth and foam cling to foul
teeth and lips. Yellow feral eyes widen, as Gromshnakt raises his sword.
"Protect the rear! Puulgooor for the Eye!"
comes his hoarse cry as he starts off to meet the advance with the others.
"It bites!" Huzghash taunts, his eyes flicking
to the wound on his left arm. "Now I return the favor." Huzghash
shoots forward spear coming in at sternum level to hit the Mordain square.
"Your death comes quick, snaga!"
You attack Uzghash with your Spear...
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
Your attack against Uzghash badly wounds him!
[<#13205>] 'Same reason I don't hurl this axe right
through your pretty little face, Lakeman.' replies Wautlan. He draws himself up
to his full height at the other man's threat, the orcs forgotten for now.
'You're a long way from your lake, and we're not far from my home, so as I see
it, you're the one who ought-' Any further speech is cut off by the orcs, and
the fact that the Gondorians have forgotten him in the charge of the Uruks. He
lets out a few gutteral, animalistic sounds, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE
SPEECH>" With the Gondorians charging forward, he lopes along behind them
as fast as he can, axe raised.
[Ashlub(#19984)] The mordor orcs engaging the Gondor men
upon the south flank suddenly spring forth in a wave to coincide with the push
of the uruk-hai pack. Running into a flanking manouver, the orcs run with
surprising speed even as the initial thirty orcs charge heedlessly toward the
mounted charge. Arrows streak in upon the men, seeking mount as often as rider.
Morclax takes another pair of clanging hits, both sending
her reeling backward. Her reddish eyes dart from one enemy to the other, sizing
them up, axe wavering defensively before her face. She makes a decision and
springs toward Laerecht this time, aiming a somewhat awkward blow at his
midsection.
Morclax attacks Laerecht with her Battle Axe and mildly
wounds him!
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Durbmog sneers at Snoggy, sidestepping and canting
himself such that his arm draws rapidly back, simultaneously avoiding the
Mordain's axe-chop and setting him up to counterattack -- then he roars, head
tilting back, as Badog's arrow sinks into the mail over his left shoulder,
opening a shallow gash. Wildly, Durbmog strikes at Snoggy, maddened by the
sudden pain.
Durbmog attacks Snoggy with his War Hammer and terribly
wounds him!
Grosknabr emerges from the back of the ranks, wielding a
spear of dubious make rather inexpertly. A few beads of sweat trickle down his
thick forehead, finally running off his snout. As he moves forward at a trot
his boots crunch into the ground, making him lurch with every pace. His head
bobs to and fro and his eyes follow as he looks for an easy target. Thus, Grosknabr
makes his way over towards Durbmog so that he might reinforce the vulnerable
Warlord.
[<#26642>]
Gundhosh charges through the Mordain orcs, anxious to collect some bodies for
the cause, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he yells with insane
overtones. He begins to ready his boulder, aiming at the nearest Gondor as he
approaches the front of the Mordain line facing the Gondor army.
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Blow deflecting off the chain at his torso, Laerecht grimaces darkly as a half
step back resets his attack. No taunts echo the Maaluk's deeds this time. Only
death. Death personified in the monstrous uruk's eyes as he rears upon the
she-uruk with a bellowing howl.
Twing hammers lace
in from each side as they careen head on to meet in the middle of Morlax's
cranium.
Laerecht attacks Morclax with his War Hammer, but Morclax
parries the attack with her Battle Axe!
Chiayk growls in rage that this Mordain dog still lives
and breathes. She rears back and raises the mace high overhead. She grabs the
shaft with both hands and readies herself to drive it completely through the
body of the Mordain dog.
Chiayk furiously attacks Morclax with her Mace and
mortally wounds her!
[Diarmund(#16643)]
Like
bleak thunder from the night, the mounted men of Minas Tirith spur their steeds
to flight behind Gondhim, cloaks snapping like banners and weapons raised
before them willing death to the gruesome band of Uruk.
Among them, the Man-at-Arms Diarmund levels
Minuial at the side of his hip, posture upright and proud, reins clasped
between the first two of the four horns adorning his cavalry saddle. As the
Lieutenant ushers a warcry from those assembled, adds: "It is a good day
to die!" Clear and loud bellows his voice like the call of an ancient
champion over the hordes of the East.
[Diarmund(#16643)]
[Combat(#13388)]
Gundhosh throws a boulder...
Gundhosh's boulder throw hits Gondhim, badly wounding
him!
The boulder lies now upon the ground now at his feet.
[Badog(#20766)]
Quickly sliding his bow into his backpack, Badog glances over his shoulder to
the south. "No! Those tarks couldn't kill their own mothers! Force the
Morian into the hill! Crush them!" Badog roars hoarsly, his fangs gritting
together. The skinny orc slides through his fellow Mordain as he draws his
shield and scimitar with a bit of effort. Like some sort of shark, he swims
through the hordes as he finds his way to his target: Durbmog.
[Ashlub(#19984)] Ashlub grunts with effort as he attempts
to aid Morclax against the pair of Morian orcs. Howling with rage, the warrior
sweeps his axe backward, splaying black blood before bringing it in a
roundhouse attack toward Chiayk's exposed flank.
Ashlub attacks Chiayk with his Battle Axe and badly
wounds her!
Morclax dodges yet another attack, but in doing so
exposes her flank to the hissing mace of Chiayk. On death's doorstep, the
bloodied and broken form of the Mordain orc raises her quivering axe for a
final strike.
Morclax attacks Chiayk with her Battle Axe and severely
wounds her!
Snoggy opens his mouth to send another taunt at the
Warlord, but is quickly silenced as the Warlords Hammer smashes into his chest.
Ribs snap like twigs as the Logaz is sent reeling backwards into the horde of
Mordain Uruks. Snoggy's body disappears almost entirely into the horde of
fighting Uruks.
[Laerecht(#23460)] Pure rage courses through Laerecht's
black veins as his foe eludes him once more.
"No more games, worm. Now you go to your
precious eye."
And with that, the
hammers return, a careening mass of tempered iron scathing for the swaying chin
of the she-uruk below.
Morclax collapses to the ground, defeated by Laerecht!
Turoryn lowers the bow, the arrow dropping into the
quiver at the fore of his saddle, and without even responding to the strange man,
he hears the commands being passed down the line and reaching over one shoulder
to pull forth his blade, he applies spurs to his horse and leading the eastern
flank down towards the Mordain lines to spill some blood of his own. Only a
passing glance towards where the remaining troops wait to make sure they are
following the orders.
Chiayk the deadly fury leaves the morian hai totally open
and she pays dearly for the neglect. She spits blood from the counter attak of
her fow and from another. She staggers and spits blood and swings blindly at
her secondary foe.
[Morclax(#21561)] Ever obedient, Morclas goes back to her
precious Eye as Laerecht's hammer catches her a clipping blow on the chin,
putting her lights out for good. She stumbles back a few feet, axe clattering
to the ground from her nerveless grasp, before she collapses into a black,
bloody heap, twitching.
Chiayk attacks Ashlub with her Mace, but Ashlub parries
the attack with his Battle Axe!
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Spinning swiftly, Laerecht is just in time to see the assault upon his comrade.
"Skai,
Mordain maggot! Here is your fight!"
Leaving the slain body of his foe for further
disruption later, the massive beast tears headlong towards Ashlub, a single
hammer lacing for the uruk's knee as the other redies itself protectively
before his chest.
Z'macht sets his jaw and marches westward with the former
Morian archers. Off to his right flank, he can see the bloody mess being
fought. Mordain and Morian are slain alike, staining the field black with
blood. Up ahead he focuses his eyes. What's this? "Shield on the
righ!" he shouts from the rear, not willing to risk his battered form in
battle .. yet.
[Ashlub(#19984)] Spittle flies as Ashlub sets his axe to
orcish flesh, his attack slamming into Chiayk with deadly accuracy. Bringing
his axe up, he steps over the now prone form of Morclax to slam against the
weapon of the female with a loud clang. Grunting, he ducks low before bringing
the axe upward toward her face.
Ashlub attacks Chiayk with his Battle Axe, but Chiayk
parries the attack with her Mace!
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Spinning swiftly, Laerecht is just in time to see the assault upon his comrade.
"Skai,
Mordain maggot! Here is your fight!"
Leaving the slain body of his foe for further
disruption later, the massive beast tears headlong towards Ashlub, a single
hammer lacing for the uruk's knee as the other redies itself protectively
before his chest. (REPOSE)
Laerecht attacks Ashlub with his War Hammer, but he
misses by a hair.
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Fate conspires to bring Durbmog and Badog face-to-face,
it seems, for the press of battle forces the Morian Uruk-Hai steadily closer to
the Mordain leader; the Morian's pale eyes widen. "At last," he
rumbles, catching sight of Badog through a momentary break in the wild combat.
"a foe worthy of me!"
Without any further ado the Morian thrusts forward his
shield, hurling himself at the Mordain warrior; his hammer rises, then falls
whistling towards the other warrior's helm.
[Uzghash(#11319)]
Reeling back
from another blow, Uzghash, half-blindly and dripping with blood, decides to
use his momentum to throw himself out of direct combat. Stumbling through the
ranks, he somehow manages to disappear quickly within the hordes of the Eye
while cursing and bleeding; his scimitar which barely tasted blood practically
trailing behind him as he spits and flees from combat.
Durbmog attacks Badog with his War Hammer, but Badog
parries the attack with his shield!
Mol has his axe raised to attack the troll from behind
when he turns and strikes Mol in the stomach. "Offff" The olog lets
out a huff of air and takes a step back before he tries to attack. His legs
twist and set his torso turning. His arms lash out and his axe flies out at the
troll's already injured nose.(repose)
Chiayk recovers somewhat from the double blows and her
eyes clear as instincts come to bear. She lets the Maluuk take the lead and
tries to flank the mordain Ashlub. As he strikes at her she parrys then drive
the mace in hard towards the chest.
Chiayk attacks Ashlub with her Mace and lightly wounds
him!
[Badog(#20766)] As Badog, quite small for an Uruk, slides through the wild hordes, he notices Durbmog has noticed him. Sliding out of sight for a split second, Badog suddenly bursts out of the mass, expecting Durbmog's attack, shield already raised high above his head. A modest block is offered to defy
Durbmog's attack, and wasting no time on speech or even
physical taunts, Badog stabs straight for Durbmog's heart!
Badog attacks Durbmog with his Scimitar and moderately
wounds him!
[Gromshnakt(#10007)] The Modrain Orcs continue their
press into the advancing Gondorians, Mounts and orcs are taken down as the
battle rages, the force of Thirty Uruk-Hai still urging them on. From the
sides, the other orcs fire out hail of Arrows, hoping to help the southern
Defenders chances. Still, the Pulgor charge, led by a ragtag group of Logaz's.
"Skai common!" curses Gromshnakt as he waves
his scimitar, urging dogs to fight and die. "Hold the South and our
brethern shall win in the North!"
[Klob(#13193)]
First stone,
and then axe strike the unfortunate Klob's skull. He growls sharply, and looks
about confusedly for the source of the boulder attack, leaving himself open to
attack from Mol.
[Ashlub(#19984)] Fortune has smiled upon Ashlub even
though his attack is parried, for his sudden movement has carried him clear of
the attack of Laerecht. The speed of Chiayk's next attack catches him off guard
however, bruising his chest painfully enough to drive him backward a step.
Hissing with fear and anger, the mordain uruk strikes again at the female, his
war axe seeking the flesh of her head.
Ashlub attacks Chiayk with his Battle Axe, but he misses
by a hair.
Mol cackles madly as his axe hits the rebel olog and then
a boulder. Before he can recover an arrow hits his ear. Mol staggers backward
trying to bite hisear and stop the pain. For a second it seems like he might
but then he goes back to the fight and sets his feet again. His axe goes up and
then swings down backward. Before it hits the ground the olog pulls it upward,
aimed at the underside of the trolls chin.
Mol attacks Klob with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds
him!
Chiayk sidesteps the strike and rolls to her right
swinging the mace outwards to the shoulder. she breaths heavily and blood flows
from the gaping wounds, mixing the earth at her feet into mud.
[Laerecht(#23460)] Taking Ashlub's momentary lapse of
attention, Laerecht hurtles inward again, the corner of his eye watching the
confrontation with the she-hai closely.
Taking the opportunity, the Maaluk swings
swiftly, deadly, and pointedly at the smaller Mordain's globular skull.
"And you may
join your pathetic little brood wench, maggot!"
Chiayk attacks Ashlub with her Mace, but she misses by an
arm's length.
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Durbmog roars in pain as Badog's scimitar shears through
chainmail and slides along his ribs -- but deadly penetration remains
unachieved. Without so much as a word's snapped reply, the Warlord hacks at
Badog with the deadly backspike of his hammer.
Laerecht attacks Ashlub with his War Hammer and badly
wounds him!
Durbmog attacks Badog with his War Hammer and badly
wounds him!
[Gozguk(#13908)]
Gozguk fells a snaga before him and glances around, his gaze lighting on
Durbmog and Badog. He charges to the side of the Warlord, brandishing his mace
and yelling. "Death! Death to the Mordain!" As Durbmog stabs at
Badog, the Apprentice screams and swings his mace down over his head toward the
enemy's back, putting all of his strength into the blow.
Gozguk attacks Badog with its Mace, but it misses by an
arm's length.
[Arathil(#26692)]
"A Troll marches upon us!" Arathil cries out
from his saddle, and immediately lifts his bow. "All archers, commence
fire!" Immediately a line of Gondorian soldiers behind him lift their bows
to the sky, taking aim against the massive and easy target. Arathil too lifts
his bow. He draws back and fires.
Arathil launches an arrow...
Arathil's bowshot hits Gundhosh, mildly wounding him.
[Klob(#13193)]
And the axe
strikes true, sending Klob's lower jaw snapping shut. He howls wordlessly, and
sticks out his tongue, which now bears sharp bite marks.
"Ba tug!
Ah bit ba tug!" he screams, and then lashes out once more with his club
towards his assailant.
Klob attacks Mol with his Club and mildly wounds him!
Horvak continues his charge to join his brother troll
fight the enemy troll.
Losing his opponent in the fray Huzghash curses, his eyes
scanning for another opponent. As a few of the Mordain break ranks and retreat
Huzghash spies fighting going on south of the Mordain lines.
"Humans.." Huzghash murmurs, his feet beginning to carry him at full
tilt through the whole in the Mordain line and towards the Gondorians in the
rear.
[Z'macht(#27431)] Reaching their destination, Z'macht
raises his hands and the flanking Morians slow their march to normal speed.
They begin closing on the Mordain from the west, eyes wide with the unexpected
sight of men on horses. Some uruks falter by the latadurub urgest them on.
"skai! Be a coward and the kiing will have you for breakfast!"
[Ashlub(#19984)] A
loud clang sounds as Laerecht slams his warhammer atop the head of Ashlub,
staggering the smaller uruk backward into the foray. Grunting, he does his best
to shake it off and attacks again, this time gracing the more powerful orc with
his attention.
Ashlub attacks Laerecht with his Battle Axe and badly
wounds him!
[Wautlan(#13205)]
Ducking as well as he can behind his shield, the Woodman, Wautlan, charges
forward despite a few arrows catching in the wood. He continues growl and snarl
under his breath, and raises his axe over his head, ready to sink it into the
first orc he comes into contact with. As the Gondorians begin to square off
against the mordain line and the troll, he himself charges towards the group of
Logaz, specifically aiming for the one in the lead, Gromshnakt.
[Badog(#20766)] Badog tries to lunge backwards, but
Durbmog's warhammer sinks into his colar bone, through the fleshy area. Badog
rips himself away from the hammer, a loud hissing cry spewing from Badog's
mouth as a spurt of blood spits out of Badog's wound. Catching Gozguk's
movement in the corner of his eye, Badog ducks quickly, avoiding the strike.
Badog backs away from the pair, keeping his shield up high and his scimitar
outstretched.. Sliding backwards, Badog keeps up a defensive position as he
jabs lightly at Durbmog's face.
Badog attacks Durbmog with his Scimitar and moderately
wounds him!
Chiayk breaths easier as the attack moves from her for
the moment. She sets her feet and rallies her mace high and arcs i ttowards the
neck of the Mordain. "This is really starting to make me angry" As
she speaks blood srays from her mouth.
Mol starts to laugh and point at the rebel troll but his
jubilation is cut short by his club. The club hits Mol right in the forehead
driving him back a few feet and his eye buldge with the pain that explodes in
his skull. He weakly swats at the troll just to try and keep the enemy off him.
You paged Turoryn with 'Well I'm running towards the lot
of you. Give me someone to fight and we shall ;)'.
Chiayk attacks Ashlub with her Mace and moderately wounds
him!
Mol attacks Klob with his Battle Axe and moderately
wounds him!
[Laerecht(#23460)] A mighty bellow parts Laerecht's lips
as he stumbles backwards from the blow to his chest. Flinging a few loose links
to the earth, the mighty uruk attacks again with but one hammer, it's
counterpart protecting the rend in his chest.
"I agree, comrade. Let us finish this
worthless drivel."
Laerecht attacks Ashlub with his War Hammer, but Ashlub
parries the attack with his Battle Axe!
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Half of the iron visor that protects Durbmog's face
crumples with a groan of metallic protest; the scimitar scores a long, deep
gash upon the Morian's cheek. Yet his eyes blaze, hideously focused; his brow
-- for it is visible, now, with half the maask gone -- is furrowed with
concentration; adrenaline thunders in his veins. Wordlessly the Warlord brings
the spiked hammer back up, swinging it across his body left-to-right, trying to
lay open Badog's ribcage.
Durbmog attacks Badog with his War Hammer and badly
wounds him!
[<#26642>]
Gundhosh pays little attention where the boulder lands, as he stops to pull out
his mace from behind his back. A few arrows prick his hide, causing the troll
to swat at the air, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he chuckles out,
mace now readied in his right hand. He seems to be waiting for the Gondor
advance.
Turoryn charges towards Huzghash, though the speed of the
horse and the weight of the blade, held in one hand is too much, so holding it
close to his body, letting the hip rest the hilt and using it much like a
lance, or perhaps a scythe he rides down upon the Mordain, the horse not
slowing at all, steel shod hooves striking as he runs. Leaning out to one side
he tries to plunge the length of the blade into Huzghash
[Gozguk(#13908)]
His suprise blow defeated by Badog's quick movements, Gozguk begins to
fight more methodically, concentrating on feinting at the enemy. Then he swings
the mace sideways, trying to get the spikes around the edge of the Mordain's
shield.
Turoryn attacks you with his Greatsword!...
...and he misses!
[Gromshnakt(#10007)] A Laugh leaves the Logaz, as the
orcs continue to hold their own, a slight grin, as he pauses to look up, eyes
narrowing for a target. And soon, do they snap wide open, as a grin comes
across his tusked maw.
"You!" comes out the accented Westron as he
brings his Scimitar up, charging towards Wautlan, till he quickly meets up with
charging human, and much like the earlier clash, another is about to happen as
he swings his scimitar down, going to hack anything of the woodman that comes
close.
"Tase my blade Tark!" cries Gromshnakt, as he
tries, to scare the man he fights..Diction does that.
Gozguk attacks Badog with its Mace, but it misses by a
long shot.
Gromshnakt attacks Wautlan with his Scimitar, but he
misses by a handspan.
[Diarmund(#16643)]
Terrible and fair, the men of Gondor speed
into the fray with the possession of battle consciousness, flying like hawks
into midst of a flock of sparrows to take only the one they had first marked.
Backs are bent, chests resting on the necks of their steeds to dodge the swarm
of airborne missiles.
Diarmund, striking to either side like an oarsman,
swings Minuial in a great, pallid cresent like the new moon at the appaling
troll. Riding on among his comrades, the Man-at-Arms wheels his mount about,
sword-arm poised for another strike at the beast, sword lifted high over head,
face contorted into the scowling mask of an old man gritting his teeth.
[Z'macht(#27431)]
As the flanking Morian force marches slowly, painfully, fearfully towards the
clashing of Mordain and horse and human, Z'macht is faced with half his force
turning tail and running! "Get back here!" he says and clobbers one
snaga with his mace. "Die one way or another! Get in line!"
[Ashlub(#19984)] Again the mace of the female morian
bashes against Ashlub, glancing off his shoulder but it does little to distract
the warrior from his defensive measures against Laerecht. The weapons clash
noisily, vibrating the hands of Ashlub but still he attacks, his axe sweeping
with malice toward Laerecht again.
Ashlub attacks Laerecht with his Battle Axe, but he
misses by an arm's length.
Diarmund attacks Gundhosh with his Longsword and mildly
wounds him!
[Laerecht(#23460)] Swiftly ducking under the swishing axe
of the Mordain below, Laerecht flits to the other's rear in follow through,
both hammers stinging out to lash at the creature's unprotected back.. a
crippling blow.
"Come,
she-hai! We finish this worm for Gashobazog and Flame!"
Laerecht attacks Ashlub with his War Hammer, but he
misses by a handspan.
Chiayk wheezing, Brings the mace back to the ready. Black
blood froths at her mouth and her eyes grow glassy. Still the will and training
are strong and she circles for a opening. "Both possessed by the eye. It
must be some trickery here." As Ashlub attacks Laerecht, she makes her
move and drives the mace to the backside of her foe.
Chiayk attacks Ashlub with her Mace, but Ashlub parries
the attack with his Battle Axe!
Seeing the horse bearing down on him, Huzghash dodges
aside, the sword turned spear missing him completely. Even as the horse barrels
ppast, Huzghash stabs upwards for the rider, trying to dismount the human
rider.
[Grosknabr(#11299)] On account of the chaos of battle,
Grosknabr is standing beside the snaga Z'macht the latadurub saw fit to brain.
As grey matter splatters upon his armor, the stout orc decides flight is not
much of an option and turns to stand tall. Digging his heels into the ground,
Grosknabr holds his spear out, as if daring any horseman to charge at him
without taking a tumble. Nonetheless, the orc's nervousness manifests itself
through more sweating and a slippery gaze.
[Badog(#20766)]
Hoping backwards, it seems Badog is distracted by Gozguk, Durbmog's attack
landing square on and dragging through the flesh under his ribs and tearing his
chainmail. "SKAI!" Badog squeels as he slides from side to side, his
shield arm covering his wound again.. He hisses now as he breathes, eyeing
Durbmog before making another light jab at him, this time towards his throat!
Badog attacks Durbmog with his Scimitar, but he misses by
a hair.
You attack Turoryn with your Spear...
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
Your attack against Turoryn lightly wounds him!
Dugzash comes up on the Morian force with Z'macht in the
lead, and seeing the uruks running the wrong way, shouts at them, "Do as
the Latadurub says! There's no reward for worms that are too afraid to swing a
blade." The shaman himself holds a bow in front of him, moving forward and
encouraging others to go along with him, not quite so brutally as Z'macht does.
[<#26642>]
Diarmund's sword nicks at Gundhosh's thigh. The troll looks pretty happy about
this, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he belows down at the little
human, taking a swing of his troll mace at the morsel before him.
Gundhosh attacks Diarmund with his Mace and severely
wounds him!
[Ashlub(#19984)] "The warriors of the Ushataar
Krimpatul speak less and cut more. Shut yer dribbling traps and fight!"
Ashlub dodges and weaves between the paired warriors of Moria, his axe clashing
again in a fierce parry. With an overhand chop, he attempts to drive the female
back from him.
Ashlub attacks Chiayk with his Battle Axe, but Chiayk
parries the attack with her shield!
[Klob(#13193)]
The blade
slices across Klob's flimsy chest, making a small tear, but his rage is
engrossing, and the gash isn't deep. Klob swings his club downward towards Mol
again in a vicious poundign motion.
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Klob attacks Mol with his Club and mildly wounds him!
[Wautlan(#13205)] And Gromshnakt's scimitar does crash
down on the woodman, or his shield, at least. Though the tusky grin doesn't
shake his resolve, the impact slows him down. Wautlan jars to an abrupt stop,
losing much of his momentum, but manages to swipe over his head with the axe.
After one final growl, he doesn't answer the orc's taunting, his teeth clenched
grimly for now instead.
Wautlan attacks Gromshnakt with his Axe, but Gromshnakt
parries the attack with his shield!
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Pausing momentarily, Laerecht studies his opponent closely.
"What is this devilry. Quickly.. let us
destroy it."
Unnerved by the
Mordain's odd skill, Laerecht attacks once more with both hammers, the pair
descending menacingly toward the nape of Ashlub's neck.
Laerecht attacks Ashlub with his War Hammer and lightly
wounds him!
Chiayk steps back and brings her shield up. -Clank- The
resounding sound of ax on wood. She eyes where the blade hit and is grateful
the sheild does not split. She brings the mace low and arcs it hard towards the
dog's groin.
Chiayk attacks Ashlub with her Mace and severely wounds
him!
[Z'macht(#27431)] With Grosknabr and Dugzash, Z'macht
(albeit from the rear!) urges the warriors forth. Slam! Crash! The first few
ranks catch blades in the head. Decapitation. Dismemberment. Mutilation. Blood
runs thick in the ground where these three forces meet.
Turoryn is carried beyond the individual he was attack, and
lifting up the greatsword in one hand, the blood of Numenor coming to the fore
again in this display of strength, but even so he is stabbed in the backside by
the spear, but not enough to do more then draw a trail of blood across the
skin. Kicking out with one boot to fend off an uruk he wheels around looking
for a target, guiding his horse with his knees as he holds now upon Laegceredir
in both hands, the blade ready to fall heavily upon the heads of any who might
come near enough.
[Durbmog(#29406)]
White bone peeks from beneath black muscle and
black-spattered ash-dark skin; yet the unmistakable expression on Durbmog's
face as he steps out of the path of Badog's wicked slash is one of utter
triumph. Like a demoniac he grins, the corners of his mouth twisting back,
sharp fangs bared; blood runs from the deep wound upon his face; yet he leans
into his next strike -- a full-bore swing of the heavy end of his hammer
towards his rival's horn-helmed head -- with utter self-possession.
Mol's head is driven down onto his almost non-existant
neck. The olog blinks twice as his already hurting head is hit again.
"Oww.. Dat not nice!" Now the fury within the olog breaks out and he
starts to press the attack back upon the rebel. He swings his massive battle
axe high at the troll's shoulder.
Durbmog attacks Badog with his War Hammer, but he misses
by a mile.
[Gozguk(#13908)]
Again missing his target, the Apprentice Guard edges sideways, trying to
get round his enemy as the Warlord attacks. Then he darts round, trying
desperately to get one hit, if only one, on the Mordain. The mace swings across
again, but then with a sudden thrust is pushed directly towards Badog's face.
[Arathil(#26692)]
The Lieutenant Arathil draws a second arrow, wasting no
motions as he drops from the saddle. His back braces as he pulls taut the
longbow's string, and again he looses his barb upon Gundhosh. It little seems
to fluster him that his previous arrow was brushed aside so quickl, so bent is
he upon his task.
Gozguk attacks Badog with its Mace, but it misses by a
mile.
Mol attacks Klob with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds
him!
Arathil launches an arrow...
Arathil's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
[Diarmund(#16643)]
Before his weapon can fall a second time, the
foul monster's bludgeon bruises the air in a whicked wave like a gust of wind,
smashing into Diarmund's chest like a falling star to the earth.
Lifted
clear from his saddle, breath banished from his battered lungs, the man is
swept with the tide of the troll's strike, laid unconscious upon the bloodied
yellow grass beneath. The riderless horse, statled and neighing pitifully, runs
in a wide circle to charge away from the battle.
[Ashlub(#19984)] Ashlub easily bears the brunt of the
twin warhammers upon his helm, laughing at the weakness of the attacks, but his
courage is premature for with his attention shifted, he finds no time to defend
his most precious of regions. The mace of his enemy strikes unprotected flesh,
launching the smaller uruk skyward to land some few feet distant, clearly on
the verge of unconsciousness.
[Klob(#13193)]
This time the
slice sinks a bit deeper, and Klob's wailing increases in pitch. The cut in his
poorly wrought vest is more than enough to finish it, and the tattered cloth
falls from his shoulders along with hot, inky blood.
"Wetweeeeet!"
Klob screams around his throbbing tongue and, frightened now by the vigour of
his foe, he begins to push his way back into the Mordain lines, trying to Push
Mordain Orcs between himself and Mol.
[Z'macht(#27431)]
Z'macht feels an arrow brush past him (from Arathil), as he marches in the rear
ranks of his forces. Ahead, the scene is chaos and his view of the field is
limited. Grosknabr has disappeared from his side and the one known as Dugzash
is no where to be found. In front of him he sees orcs slashing orcs to pieces
and ahead of that mounted figures. The wounded Latadurub bears his teeth and
goes onward.
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Staring at the airborne Mordain, Laerecht laughs uneasily.
"Possessed it was, comrade.. finish it
before something worse comes of it. I like it not."
Shuddering
slightly, the massive uruk clutches his rent stomach as he sinks down to the
fallen Morclax, frisking it for any worth it might have. No war cry comes from
this surprised Morian's gullet as his frazzled nerves allow him naught.
[Gromshnakt(#10007)] A loud CLANG! resounds off of the
shield as the uruk's hand quickly shoves his shield up to block the the axe,
and does successful job of it. but no more words leave the Orc as the Scimitar
quickly raises again to come with a slash toward's the woodman's face
Gromshnakt, all the wile says no more words, and continues to grin.
Gromshnakt attacks Wautlan with his Scimitar and
moderately wounds him!
Chiayk sighs and wipes her bloddy mouth with the back of
her hand, her mace strike clearly taking the fight out of the mordain. But
there is more here on the battlefield. perhaps a debt to be paid or a score
settle for wounds recieved. She walks to the body and brings the mace before
the face of the mordain and drops it home.
Chiayk attacks Ashlub with her Mace and terribly wounds
him!
Huzghash grunts, only able to draw a small pittance of
blood with his spear. Glaring at the passed rider, Huzghash readies his spear
for a throw, again hoping to knock the rider from his perch. "Guide my
hand.." huzghash mumbles, leaning back and then rocking forward with a
jolt as he sends his spear arcing into the air towards turoryn.
[Badog(#20766)] Ducking beneath Durbmog's attack and
jumping backwards from Gozguk's jab, Badog hisses at the pair of them, spitting
at Gozguk and eyeing Dorbmug. "Nice one, Moria Goblin. But don't expect to
win the battle. We'll meet again, Masked Goblin.. And death will find you..
Skai!" Badog hisses, and quickly falls backwards, throwing himself into a
backwards roll then quickly springs to his feet, and attempts to sprint
eastwards, way from the battle, hissing words of Mordain tongue as he passes
his troops..
[Combat(#13388)]
Badog tries to flee from Durbmog, but he fails!
You throw your spear at Turoryn...
Your training fails you as you throw your spear in the
crowded room: Uzghash gets in the way of your shot!
Your spear hits Uzghash, terribly wounding him!
[<#26642>] As the Gondorian flies off and unconscious
from Gundhosh's blow, the troll turns his attention to the horse. He swings his
mace toward the foul beast, hitting it square in the head. The horse's limp
body falls to the ground.
[Dugzash(#25662)]
With bow in hand, and now an arrow nocked and ready to fire, Dugzash looks out
past the ranks of advancing orcs for a target to shoot at. Spotting a group of
Gondorian archers, the Morian shaman pulls back his arrow and lets it fly,
aiming to arc upwards over the intervening forces.
Dugzash launches an arrow...
Dugzash's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Turoryn sees the spear coming for him, and watches it
sail wide, not caring where it went but more where it came from. His bearded
face grinning now, spotting the one he charged at before. So it is that he sets
the spurs to the flanks of his charger, both hands upraised and as he nears he
leans out from the saddle, the tip of his blade glittering in the dim night
light, aiming to split Huzghash in two at the waist.
[Mol(#17618)] The rebel troll is on the run! The
She-trolls will be all over Mol when he returns with his tale and these wounds.
With a grin on his face the olog half chases the enemy troll. His axe lashes
out as the posterior of the rebel, not a killing blow but one that makes
sitting painful for a long time.
Turoryn attacks you with his Greatsword!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Mol attacks Klob with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds
him!
[Ashlub(#19984)]
Ashlub can do little in defense as the morian female strides to finish him, his
mind flicking weakly toward unconsciousness. As the mace whistles down toward
his helm he does not react at all, the metal caving in horridly as black blood
spurts forth. For all intensive purposes, the uruk looks dead.
Wautlan's attempt to catch the scimitar with his axe only
partially succeeds. He manages to stop the axe from hitting him in the face,
but instead of completely stopping the blow, it's only deflected to his
shoulder. Now it's the Woodman's turn to laugh, "Felt like a little bee's
sting." he comments, his axe answering in kind and attempting to relieve
Gromshnakt of his head.
Huzghash winces as the Gondorian sword cuts a line into
his shoulder. Rolling forward with the strike, huzghash gets up in a full
sprint for his thrown spear. Arriving at the weapon, Huzghash pulls it from the
ground and readies it again in his hands even as he turns to face the rider one
more.
Wautlan attacks Gromshnakt with his Axe, but he misses by
a handspan.
Chiayk stands over the Mordain blood dripping from her
face onto the body. She breaths and then moves to squash the live from the
uruk.
Chiayk attacks Ashlub with her Mace, but Ashlub parries
the attack with his Battle Axe!
[Durbmog(#29406)]
"Stay a moment," rasps the Warlord, his voice
awful. "We must trade gifts that we may remember each other." Even as
blood trickles from the gash over his cheekbone and into his mouth, down his
chin, the Morian sprints after the Mordain captain. Raising his hammer, Durbmog
swipes savagely at the other orc from behind -- but at a strange angle. The
blow is aimed at the other's shield, as though the Morian seeks to break his
foe's arm from sheer impact.
Durbmog attacks Badog with his War Hammer, but Badog
parries the attack with his Scimitar!
[<#29055>] Charging with the Lieutenant, the Sailor
notices the Lord Rovacil's missed swing. As the beastly Uruk drives its weapon
of choice towards the Lieutenant the Sailor drives his horse towards a burly
Uruk.
Duruial wields his long sword more then with a slightly
sloppy manner as he approaches the foul beast, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE
SPEECH>" The Horse barrels towards the Uruk with great speed as the
Sailor swings his Long Sword downward at the front of him, hoping to meet with
the enemy beast's head
Horvak halts his charge as he observes the Morian troll
has things well in hand. With great disappointment the troll turns toward
another part of the battlefield intent upon wreaking death and desrtuction of
the Mordain. "Moria!! Moria!!"
[Gozguk(#13908)]
As Badog tries to flee, Gozguk snorts with laughter but sneers as
Durbmog's blow is blocked. Then he too leaps forward, this time attacking
recklessly, arcing the mace downwards for a heavy blow to the enemy's midriff.
Duruial attacks Grosknabr with his Longsword and mildly
wounds him!
Gozguk attacks Badog with its Mace, but it misses by a
long shot.
[Arathil(#26692)]
Arathil now stands at the side of his horse, his bow
drawn and ready to fire yet another arrow at Gundhosh. But yet suddenly an
arrow not of Gondorian make whistles past his steed. He instintively ducks
away, and searches for the source of the arrow... and his gray eyes narrow upon
Dugzash. He swivels upon the orc and quickly fires.
[Gromshnakt(#10007)] But the Orc is a quick one, a slight
laugh as he draws his scimitar back, eyes watching the Woodman's Axe, as he
quickly pivots to the left, watching as the whizzes by him, a low grunt leaves
the Logaz as he feigns a swing to the left, before jabbing the blade to the
man's right side. "We'll see Tark, how the bee bites.." a low
grin,coming on Gromshnakt's face.
Gromshnakt attacks Wautlan with his Scimitar and lightly
wounds him!
Arathil launches an arrow...
Arathil's bowshot hits Dugzash, moderately wounding him.
[Ashlub(#19984)] Such is the jostling of battling orcs
among the frontline of battle that the blow of Chiayk goes astray, instead
cracking with force against the battle axe that Ashlub clutches still across
his chest. With a shout, many of the Ushataar Krimpatul push forward, intent on
defending their fallen officers. Hands reach to drag the still form of Ashlub
backward into the camp.
[Turoryn(#6806)]
Brondmeldis, the horse of Turoryn, has been well trained to maneuver in battle
under only the lightest of touching to spring the horse to one side or even
turn full around, but his pale eyes do make out the creature that is wielding a
second spear. Knowing well what is about to happen, the Silver Horseman spurs
dig deep, drawing rivulets of blood through the grey flanks of his horse and
charges back towards Hruzghash and swinging overhand now trying to cleave the
shoulder of the animal before it can throw.
[Combat(#13388)]
Ashlub tries to flee from Chiayk, but he fails!
Turoryn attacks you with his Greatsword!...
...and you block his attack with your shield!
[Z'macht(#27431)] Grievously wounded, his wounds from
previous battles coming unmended and streaming blood down his body, Z'macht
falls back in the flanking ranks of the Morians engaging the clashing forces of
Gondor and Mordor. He sways visibly, preferring to watch his troops turned to
mincedmeat rather than himmself! He backpedals.
[Grosknabr(#11299)] It's Hello Sailor time for Grosknabr
as a mounted seaman charges into his upraised spear. At the last moment, the
orc's will breaks and he dives out of the way in a yellow display. As he moves
to the side, Grosknabr is clipped by one of Duruial's horse's forehooves.
Smarting but not really hurt, Grosknabr raises a cry and stabs his spear at the
horse-and-rider combination, aiming to give the flesh a poke.
Chiayk resoulve steels in the eye of the she hai and she
will not have her prey wretched from her. The mace Raises high and then she
crashes it down towards the chest of the Mordain warrior.
Grosknabr attacks Duruial with his Spear and lightly
wounds him!
Raising his shield as the riders sword comes clashing in,
huzghash deflects the blow. Quickly, Huzghash follows his deflection with
another attack aimed for the riders ribs, hoping to pierce deep within.
[Gaerangol(#31398)]
Within the sudden clash and chaos upon the Gondorians,
Gaerangol whirls this way and that, striking from on high with his antique
longsword. The Liutenant of the Hosts wades from horseback into the charging
Uruks, his face grim, and flecked with black blood. Yet on does he fight.
Dugzash watches his arrow pass amongst the enemy and
disappear, but all too soon another shaft is heading his way, striking against
the orc's armour and deflecting away. Still, Dugzash rubs a hand over the area
where the arrow hit, feeling for the wound underneath, before drawing another
arrow of his own, setting it to his bow, and attempting to send it back to
Arathil.
You attack Turoryn with your Spear...
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
Turoryn dodges your attack.
Dugzash launches an arrow...
Dugzash's bowshot hits Arathil, mildly wounding him.
[Gondhim(#15552)]
Wath paces
round and round, as Gondhim hangs sidelong from his saddle, wheezing
desperately in pain. The thrown stone had /not/ been narrowly avoided. Though
seeing it, and jerking Wath hard to the side- the small boulder had ripped past
and glanced off hard his leg. Blood was filling his boot from the crushed press
of his chain mail into his thigh, and he was quite sure his leg was broken. The
Gondorian straigtens in his saddle and steadies Wath with a pain wrought
word... as his face purples with the unbridled rage that ever follows pain. The
Telpekhiri looks for an enemy.
Ashlub collapses to the ground, defeated by Chiayk!
[<#26642>]
Gundhosh's guard goes down, as he bends his knees to pick up the horse,
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he mumbles to himself. He flings the
horse over his shoulder, and for some reason, turns his back on the battle,
beginning to walk toward the North, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"
he says, stomach growling.
[Badog(#20766)] Hearing Durbmog's voice, Badog spins
around with his scimitar hard at bay, making contact with Durbmog's hammer and
sending it awry. He watches Gozguk's attack and leaps away from it with ease. A
hissing snicker passes Badog's teeth as he peers at the two. "I will give
you a gift. SKAI!" Badog suddenly lunges at Durbmog in a mock attack, only
to quickly move his blade around to stab at Durbmog's gut!
Badog attacks Durbmog with his Scimitar, but Durbmog parries
the attack with his War Hammer!
Turoryn's horse is faster it would seem then the strike
of the spear from Huzghash. But with toes pointing inwards to slow the horse,
the Rovacil twists in the saddle. The horse turning to give the Gondorian a
better range of vision and then a quick tap on the right flank starts the horse
almost in a parade trot, heading almost sideways as the blade is swung once
more down upon Huzghash.
[Klob(#13193)]
"Wetweet!"
Klob screams in terror as Mol advances and lands a blow upon his rear. He
pushes snaga along with him and topples soldiers behind him in order to create
ample distraction.
Turoryn attacks you with his Greatsword!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
[Ashlub(#19984)]
The attempt to retrieve Ashlub is abandoned as his ribcage is crushed, black
blood showering from him as broken bones puncture lungs and heart. Those
dragging him release him to fall amongst the other dead, the officers of the
Ushataar Krimpatul two of many to fall in the vicious, bloody battle.
[Arathil(#26692)]
The grim sky rains arrows upon Men and Orc alike. And
chance does not favor Arathil-- Dugzash's barb falls from the sky and
penetrates the armor upon the Lieutenant's side. Arathil grimaces in sudden
pain, though his training allows him to quickly react. He simply snaps the
arrow shaft off, and answers with an arrow of his own. He sights and fires
again at Dugzash.
Arathil launches an arrow...
Arathil's bowshot hits Dugzash, lightly wounding him.
Huzghash winces again, another line of blood emergin from
the sword strike. Still though Huzghash's spear returns to strike out at the
passing rider. Hoping beyond hope to knock the human from his mount. Stabbing
fiercely Huzghash leans into his strike, putting as much of his weight behind
it as possible.
You attack Turoryn with your Spear...
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
Turoryn dodges your attack.
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Durbmog's great hammer snaps back at the last minute;
sparks fly as Badog's scimitar scrapes the metal-bound haft of the hammer,
clicks against the end of the hand-guard. The Uruk-Hai of Moria shoves his
shield at Badog, snarling hideously -- the gaze in his mouth, puckering like a
second mouth, hightens this impression of bestial savagery. And then Durbmog's
war hammer comes up, hacking at Badog backspike-first. The angle is poor, the
attack chancy, but there is deadly force behind the blow.
Durbmog attacks Badog with his War Hammer, but Badog
parries the attack with his shield!
[Wautlan(#13205)]
"Aye, we will see how the bee bites, little goblin. We just did!" he
yells, as this time, the scimitar doesn't even manage to punch through the
chain. It has the same effect, and the guide grunts. He doesn't utter another
word this exchange, but merely chuckles fiercely a bit. This time, the axe is
launched upwards towards one of his opponent's arms or armpits.
Wautlan attacks Gromshnakt with his Axe and lightly
wounds him!
[Gozguk(#13908)] "Cursed Eye-filth!" Gozguk mutters,
and leaps forward again. "You will die, spawn of tarks!" he shouts at
Badog, fangs glistening in the red of his open mouth. Then, abandoning adefence
in an attempt to wound the Mordain, he places his right foot forwards and
attacks with his mace again, this time aiming for the legs of the enemy.
Gozguk attacks Badog with its Mace, but it misses by a
hair.
Turoryn's horse almost stationary now and the spear
missing only because the horse seems to dance in place, and the rider being
flung in the saddle as if riding a bucking bronco, but it is at the tail end of
being flung back that with the added weight of his full body behind it that he
swings down upon Huzghash.
Turoryn attacks you with his Greatsword!...
...and he misses!
Mol now lets the rebel troll go. "Fear da Flamer,
Moredoorsers!" Mol cackles and starts to hack up snagas, Mordain and
Morian both. For the most part Mol seems to not care about the rest of the
battle, just getting more food.
[Dugzash(#25662)]
Another arrow lands on Dugzash, and this time it holds fast in his thigh.
Letting out a yell of pain, he proceeds to yank it out, ignoring the pain and
throwing it away. The shaman is unable to fire back just yet, intent ofn
pushing against the bleeding wound, and stopping any more black fluid from
seeping out.
Chiayk turns to look at the future chieftain and points
north. "Let get out of here. These grounds are possed surely.
[Badog(#20766)]
Watching Durbmog's attack sweep in, Badog hefts his shield up to deflect the
attack. A heavy shatter shoots up Badog's shield-arm as the hammer makes contact.
Watching Gozguk's strike go in, Badog squats and avoids the attack, before
pushing at Durbmog's hammer, and slicing down upon his weapon arm's joint!
[Gromshnakt(#10007)] Black blood finally comes from the
Goblin as the Axe, barely bites under the shield arm. Blood spraying forth like
paint from a brush. Eyes narrow as he moves to the right again, a loud yell
erupting from the monster as he attacks again, moving his scimitar down and to
the left, hoping to bring blood from the man before him. Gromshnakt, is angry
Badog attacks Durbmog with his Scimitar, but Durbmog
parries the attack with his War Hammer!
Gromshnakt attacks Wautlan with his Scimitar, but Wautlan
parries the attack with his shield!
[Duruial(#29055)]
The spear of
the foul Uruk manages to find flesh upon the leg of the Sailor who steadies his
horse. The wound, while causing some pain is merely a graze upon the flesh of
the Huge Sailor. He reels for a second as he steadies his beast and turns
towards the Uruk again.
Again Duruial
drives towards the enemy upon his horse. This time however, instead of driving
straight at him, Duruial holds tight upon the reins with his left hand and
leans from the right side of the horse as they approach. Upon nearing the
Sailor wields his sword in a horizontal arc at the Uruk's Abdomen.
Mr.Incognito has disconnected.
Duruial attacks Grosknabr with his Longsword and
moderately wounds him!
Huzghash dodges the blade once more, his nimble feet
keeping him relatively unharmed. Then Huzghash stabs upwards towards the human
rider, the point of his spear aimed for the ribs of the human. "Feel the
power of Moria, Human!" Huzghash calls, his eyes burning with renewed
intensity.
You attack Turoryn with your Spear...
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
Turoryn parries your attack with his Greatsword!
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob runs like
the fat coward he is, making to reatreat to the east. He screams, throwing his
heavy club about and knocking orcs from his path.
[Z'macht(#27431)] Now to the west of the battlefield,
Z'macht starts to stagger and eventually crumples to his knees from loss of
blood. He is peppered with black shafts, barbed, and slick with sweat and
blood. He crawls deperately further from where battle rages.
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Limping slightly and clutching his leaking chest, Laerecht turns from the
grisly circle of fallen Mordain piled around he and the she-hai. Following
Chiayk's outthrust arm, the huge uruk follows indeed.
"Yes, yes.
You are right.. An evil air is about this ground."
Looking not again at the fallen creatures, the
Maaluk follows the she-hai from the field, his stray hand exchanging hammer for
bandages as he begins to slowly wrap them about his bleeding torso.
"Chiayk. When we reach the rear, I will
attend to you wounds. Evil this is.. evil."
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Durbmog's hammer moves again, quick as a flash; no sparks
this time, only a solid ring of metal on metal. The Warlord of Moria hisses,
stance changing subtly; then he skips forward, hammer coming back, plunging
towards Badog. This blow is different from the rest; it is calculated to open
up the distance between the two warriors, to give Durbmog leeway to disengage
from the lightning-quick Badog.
Durbmog attacks Badog with his War Hammer, but Badog
parries the attack with his Scimitar!
[Turoryn(#6806)]
Again the Rider of Gondor is kept out of danger by the knowledge of his steed,
well used to pitched battles, if none quite so confusing as this before.
Turoryn is positively grinning now, though no mirth, only a grim satisfaction
at the progress of this nights work. Turoryn lifts up the blade and swings it
low to try and strike the short Huzghash.
Turoryn attacks you with his Greatsword!...
...and he misses!
Chiayk reaches down and grabs the
[Gundhosh(#26642)] Horse still flung over his shoulder,
mace held tight in his hand, Gundhosh slowly makes his way through the Mordain
army. He seems to be paying no attention to the battle around him anymore as he
makes his way to the NORTHERN LINE of the Mordain army.
[Gozguk(#13908)] Taking a quick glance around, Gozguk turns
back and, crouching, pauses a moment. Then he leaps forward and upward, mace
thrusting up towards Badog's face. The apprentice screams again, the sound
wailing through the hubbub of the battle, as he leaps right off the ground.
Gozguk attacks Badog with its Mace and lightly wounds
him!
Grosknabr receives a vicious slice precisely where
Duruial aimed. His ring mail is cut open by the long sword and within a few
moments black blood begins to pour into the crevice. The orc lets out a fierce
bellow, his nostrils flaring and a frenzy beginning to seize him. With little
practice and improper footwork, Grosknabr throws his weight forward once more
at the horse and rider, as though the desired end result were both roasting
upon a spit. What words pass through his lips are incomprehensible to friend
and foe alike.
Grosknabr attacks Duruial with his Spear, but Duruial
parries the attack with his shield!
[Wautlan(#13205)] Another sizable gouge is taken off the
Woodman's wooden shield as he barely manages to get his shield in front of
Gromshnakt's scimitar. He falls back a step, but only for a moment as he
redoubles his efforts, charging in behind is shield and lashing out in another
over-head chop.
Wautlan attacks Gromshnakt with his Axe and moderately
wounds him!
Again the Morian Talashakh is faster than the sword,
dodging easily aside the blade. "Come down here and play, human!"
huzghash taunts again, his spear stabbing out to strike Turoryn in his chest.
"Come!" Grinning in positive malice, Huzghash's strike darts forward
seeking human blood.
You attack Turoryn with your Spear...
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
Your attack against Turoryn mildly wounds him!
[Arathil(#26692)]
As his last arrow hits, Arathil offers a grim smile to
the skies and lowers his bow. He pulls a metal shield from its strap on the
horse next to him, and straps it over his forearm even as he pulls his
longsword. He steps forward into the fray, bashing away one orc with his shield
even as he narrows his sight upon the previous victim of his arrows. He draws
near on Dugzash.
Gromshnakt growls as more blood is loosed from him, as
the axe's head, manages to bite some more flesh and free blood from him,
"I swear.." murmurs the orc as he brings his sword up aiming for the
woodman's neck. "This should be easier..."
Gromshnakt attacks Wautlan with his Scimitar and mildly
wounds him!
[Laerecht(#23460)] Reaching the rear with the Warrior,
Laerecht turns to her wounds.
"A valient fight, comrade. The strength
coupled with those of our brothers waiting in the Deeps will be most
impressive." Grinning, the monstrous uruk flicks a few golden coins toward
the she before wrapping the lacerations pocking her leaking abdomen.
[Badog(#20766)] Quickly slicing at the oncoming
warhammer, Badog lunges to the side, away from the hammer as he deflects it. He
quickly moves to slash at Durbmog when Badog takes a shattering blow to the
face from Gozguk's mace, setting Badog in a short dizzy-spell.
"Skai!" Badog hisses, before his attention turns back to Durbmog.. He
slowly circles from side to side around Durbmog, before slashing with a fierce
force at Durbmog's neck!
Badog attacks Durbmog with his Scimitar and lightly
wounds him!
[Turoryn(#6806)] The greatsword too heavy to block such a
fast attack as Huzghash now gives, but the chainmail beneath the black tabard
blocking most of it, so again, it is only a slice that draws barely any blood
of Turoryn, not enough certainly to slow him down. Though his horse does seem
to have relaxed enough to let the rider swing the great blade down once more
attempting to finish this creature of shadows.
Turoryn attacks you with his Greatsword!...
...and he misses!
[Diarmund(#16643)]
The
polished steel of Gondor kisses the tarnished iron of Mordor, the mounted Hosts
of Minas Tirith mingled with Uruk Hai in a fierce contest of life and death. As
the great troll flees, the horsemen wheel about in a tacit effort to rally for
a second charge. However, like sleeping kings, some remain on the field, still
proud and stern of visage, grey eyes closed to in acceptance of the gift of the
Valar.
Some
moments pass under the starlight, chill breeze fouling the air with the odor of
blood and metal, thunder of hooves rumbling in the midst of raging battle. With
another warcry for Gondor, bearing the White Tree upon their breasts, a second
press of cavalry is made into the disarray of the Mordain southern front. Grim
their weapons flash, Uruk set to flight many fewer than before.
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Durbmog takes the blow with a grunt of pain as his iron
collar catches the slash, drives the scimitar into his shoulder.
"SKAI!" he roars, hammer rising with a great swish, falling towards
Badog's helm once more. Durbmog puts immense force behind this blow; his eyes
burn, wild, savage.
Durbmog attacks Badog with his War Hammer, but he misses
by a hair.
Dugzash looks up from his wounded leg to find his
previous target coming closer. Now with an even easier shot available, the
shaman draws another arrow with his bloody hand and sets it to his bow. Pulling
the shaft back, he aims towards the Gondorian's chest, and lets it fly.
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob is
suddenly overcome. As he runs screaming, he looks back over his shoulder and
sees not far from him the Litle Big Boss, and he was in peril! A conflict
struck over the Trolls face, but within a moment it was decided. If there was
even the slightest chance this orc could keep him well fed forever, it would be
worth the risk. Continuing to scream, Klob lunges into the frey and swings
about wildly in an attempt to give Badog a wider berth.
Dugzash launches an arrow...
Dugzash's bowshot hits Arathil, moderately wounding him.
[Gozguk(#13908)]
Gozguk sneers at the Mordain before him. "Can't waste time on me,
ey?" he jeers at the Mordain, before darting forward again. It is only a
feint, however, and the real swing comes soon after as he brings the mace down
towards Badog's head.
Gozguk attacks Badog with its Mace and lightly wounds
him!
"Not good enough, human." Huzghash says as he
dodges yet again. Sidestepping to the right, Huzghash draws his spear back to
send another strike hurtling for the humans side. Then Huzghash snaps forward,
spear darting out ahead to seek Turoryn's ribs.
You attack Turoryn with your Spear...
[Combat(#13388)->Huzghash]
Your attack against Turoryn lightly wounds him!
Mol makes his way towards the Gondorians. "Mol not
eat Horsie before." The Olog trots up towards their lines, hoping to kill
something.
Turoryn manages to back up enough to avoid being stabbed
in the cut, but the spear slices through the leather pants, sinking deeper into
the leg, but still it is only a minor cut. And with only a glance at the wound,
the Rovacil Lord lifts up the blade, the orc a slippery one must die before the
recall order is given.
Turoryn attacks you with his Greatsword!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
[Badog(#20766)] Badog hisses as he leaps away from
Durbmog's attack, clearing out of the heavy strike only to have his head
rattled again by Gozguk's attack, smashing into his thick metal helm without
causing too much injury. Badog tries to work away from Gozguk, not want to take
his eyes of the more dangerous target, Durbmog. As he unsettles his balance,
Badog takes another swipe at his neck, only this time a fatal swipe...
Badog attacks Durbmog with his Scimitar and moderately
wounds him!
Chiayk rests with the Maluuk and grins. "This is a
day born of glory. The stage is now set for you. As in battle I will be by your
side. A blood bound. Forged in battle.." She extends her bleeding arm to
the Maluuk. "Chieftain"
Ashlub has arrived.
Mol watches a fellow Morian stabbing a human and being
stabbed. The olog rushes over and raises his axe. "Mol take de
horsie!" the Olog aims his swing down at the human but mostly at the horse
he rides.
[Wautlan(#13205)] The bulky woodman can't dodge and
doesn't manage to raise his shield in time. He tries to backpedal out of range,
but still, the tip of the scimitar manages to nick him right below the jawline,
opening a shallow, if unnecessarily bloody cut in his beard. "Bah, I'd a
perfect beard til now." he growls out, and lets his axe hang from its
thong. Instead of using it to attack, he simply leaps forward, trying to tackle
Gromshnakt and bring him to the ground.
Mol attacks Turoryn with his Battle Axe, but he misses by
a mile.
Wautlan attacks Gromshnakt with his Bare Hands, but he
misses by an arm's length.
[<#29055>]
The sailor
sees the foul Uruk again lunge at him and barely manages to lift his shield to
his defense in time. The blow from the muscular Uruk is enough to cause the
Burly sailor to reel upon his beast. Duruial barely manages to regain his
seating upon the beast after the creatures attack.
Grasping reins
he manages to pull himself forward as his horse trots slightly to the side of
the critter, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" the Sailor arrogantly
swings his sword for the arm of the beast with a vicious force.
Duruial attacks Grosknabr with his Longsword and
moderately wounds him!
[Gundhosh(#26642)]
After a few minutes of trudging through the Mordain army, Gundhosh finally
makes it to the Morian line, horse still over his shoulder. He now decides to
turn toward the East, walking along the lines of fighting, oddly enough,
leaving himself open to Morian attacks.
[Arathil(#26692)]
At close range now, Arathil snarls in the face of
Dugzash's raised bow. He lifts his shield to block the arrow, but
miscalculates--the Mordain arrow clatters off of his shield and directly into
his chest! Blood quickly seeps from the wound and tear in his armor, and
Arathil falters. But so close to his foe there is no time to recover. He
winces, and raises his longsword high overhead, bringing it straight down to cleave
Dugzash in two.
Arathil attacks Dugzash with his Longsword and badly
wounds him!
"SKAI!" Huzghash yells, his body being hurtled
through the air, by the humans sword. A deep gash angles across Huzghash's
body, black blood seeping from the wound. For the moment Huzghash lay
motionless, his breathing rasping in pain.
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Another jarring blow, this latest slash sends Durbmog
staggering back, blood dripping from a fresh scar from chin along cheekbone.
The Morian spits black blood; driving all his weight forward, he snarls,
"Flee me, fool, while still you have the chance!" His hammer hacks at
Badog's face, now, blunt end first.
Durbmog attacks Badog with his War Hammer and terribly wounds
him!
Gromshnakt sidesteps as Wautlan sends himself hurtling
by. A slight laugh leaves the orc as eyes watch the beraggled woodsman, throw
himself to the ground. "For shame.." he merely comments as he goes to
stab him in the back
[Laerecht(#23460)]
Taking the bleeding arm in a firm grip with his own scratch-mangled limb,
Laerecht allows both bloods to intermingle as his grasp tightens.
"Indeed, my second. Indeed! The Flame has
granted us It's favor this day. Truely are we destined for this path." And
with that the pair stride limpingly back toward the awaiting Morian's.
Gromshnakt attacks Wautlan with his Scimitar, but he
misses by a mile.
[Gozguk(#13908)]
As Durbmog's hammer hits true, Gozguk screams once again and leaps,
trying desperately to distract the enemy. He puts all his weight behind the
mace, the spikes jutting evilly outward towards Badog's chest.
Gozguk attacks Badog with its Mace, but it misses by an
arm's length.
[Diarmund(#16643)]
Like
the rendering of frozen earth, the mounted men of Gondor persue the fleeing
Uruk into the phalanx of archers, threshing them as wheat in passing. Then the
looming figure of another troll is collectively seen, and the formation of
cavalry becomes a charging line, tufts of grass flung in their wake. As each
passes, a fell blow with longsword or spear is aimed at Mol, some in perfect
juxtaposition to strike twice at once, a figure-eight forming about the beast
in this way.
A
handfull they number, pallid and gruesome like wraiths of old to smite the
terrible monster of Mordor.
[Klob(#13193)]
"Bnoooooooooo!"
Klob wails as his Little Big Boss is attacked. With a bld fury, the angry troll
lashes out savagely with his club towards Durbmog.
Klob attacks Durbmog with his Club and badly wounds him!
Turoryn watches with satisfaction as Huzghash goes
flying, by a movement out of the corner of his eye at the frightening visage of
something else attack him, and kicking the spurs to Brondmeldis to get out of
the way, in the process coming closer to Huzghash, and despite the fearsome
creature behind him, he cannot stop just yet to swing against at the Uruk,
instead he rides out slightly further and then turns the horse to be able to
see any who might attack him.
Grosknabr takes another blow from the sailor, this time
the overhand coming to a conclusion in his shoulder. Grosknabr cannot help but
let go of his spear with one hand, rushing it immediately to the wound. Blood
spurts on high to match the cut to his belly and the orc grimaces, baring his
yellowed fangs. Like a javelin thrower, only too close to launch a middle,
Grosknabr lunges upwards with a one handed strike of his spear. In broken
westron Grosknabr deliberates, "I will see who is tastier later. I already
know who is uglier, lightwalker."
Grosknabr attacks Duruial with his Spear, but Duruial
parries the attack with his shield!
Dugzash grins as his arrow hit again, but all too quickly
Arathil's sword is slicing down at him. Trying to defend himself with the only
thing at hand: his bow, the shaman manages to deflect the attack just slightly,
causing it to slice a long cut through his arm, rather than his chest. The blow
does force the orc to drop his bow however, but he simply draws a mace from his
side, and taunts his opponent, "See if you can take getting smashed with
this now."
[Wautlan(#13205)] Somehow, Gromshnakt's scimitar catches
Wautlan's chainmail at an odd angle, and instead of slicing or even bruising,
glances off his side. The woodman, unfortunately, hits the ground with his
wounded shoulder, and is quite slow coming back up to his feet due to the pain.
He drags himself halfway up and clutches his axe again.
[<#26642>]
As he wanders down the line, Gundhosh sees the orc that addressed him earlier.
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he shouts over Badog over the
fighting crowd.
[Gozguk(#13908)] "Curse you, stone spawn of the
Eye!" Gozguk snarls as Klob attacks the Warlord. Without thinking, he
attacks the great stony creature before him, swinging his mace upwards between
the creature's legs, knowing full well that as it's a weak spot on smaller
creatures, it ought to be a weak spot on larger ones.
Gozguk attacks Klob with its Mace and mildly wounds him!
[Mol(#17618)] A horse may be fast but a 13 foot troll can
be just as fast. As the man and horse start to run, Mol runs after, desperatly
wanting to eat a horse. "Wait! Mol kill you quick like!" The Olog
slaps out at the man on the horse to try and get him to stop.
Witch-king goes Out Of Character.
Mol attacks Turoryn with his Battle Axe and severely
wounds him!
[Arathil(#26692)]
Arathil laughs maniacally in the face of Dugzash's taunt.
"You do not know who you face," he grunts grimly even through his
pain. As Dugzash moves to wield his mace, Arathil winds up, twisting his torso
to the side before uncoiling in a powerful and fearsome strike with his
longsword at Dugzash's midsection.
Arathil attacks Dugzash with his Longsword and badly wounds
him!
[Gromshnakt(#10007)]
"Lets try this again.." commentrs the orc as he swings at the
Woodman, waiting till he gets back up at least, much like a hunter toys with
prey. Gromshnakt grins as the Sword again goes for an unprotected area of the
woodsman
Gromshnakt attacks Wautlan with his Scimitar, but Wautlan
parries the attack with his Axe!
[<#20766>]
The blow to Badog's face is devestating, ripping open Badog's wounds from the
last encounter with the Morians. It sends Badog spinning like a top, and
crashing to the ground. Blood spills from Badog's face as he scrambles to his
feet, scrambling away from Durbmog as an unexpected life-savoir arrives, Klob's
lunging at Durbmog is enough to distract the masked orc hopefully. Badog
quickly stumbles away, darting off towards the east, until he notices Gundhosh,
"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Badog cries alloud, his voice
scrambled as blood oozes into his mouth and he tries to spit it out whilst
talking.. He quickly bolts to the east..
[Combat(#13388)]
Badog tries to flee from Durbmog, but he fails!
Writhing in pain on the ground, Huzghash slowly gathers
his beaten form from the ground and begins to stumble back for the Morian
wagons. Crimson eyes as furious as ever, Huzghash uses his spear as a walking
stick to guide himself from the fray.
Gundhosh nods his head to Badog, and he drops the horse
to the ground, "You stay..." he says, now running full stride toward
Badog to aid him...
[Wautlan(#13205)] And the woodman is lucky indeed he raised
his axe, as he just manages to catch the most recent attack on the axe and turn
it away. "Aye, goblin, let's try this again." As the blade of the axe
is stuck catching the scimitar, Wautlan doesn't bother flipping the axe around
and sends the weighted side of it up towards Gromshnakt's face.
[Duruial(#29055)] %R Again
the blow from the Uruk comes and again the Sailor manages to barely avoid the
blow through the use of his shield. The Uruk is a mighty foe who, even in a
blocked blow, almost dismounts the Sailor. The Sailor reels from the attack
barely grasping the reins after the block and settling himself again.
Duruial riles
his horse for a second, "I shall rid the land of your poisonous presence
yet, For Gondor!" The cry comes from his lips as his sword descends
quickly, this time aimed for the skull of the despicable desecration of the
land.
[Dugzash(#25662)] Another great slice is cut into Dugzash
body, as he is unable to block Arathil's attack and the sword cuts across his
mail. He stumbles back a step or two, taking a moment to look at the Gondorian,
and his bow on the ground just in front. The bleeding wounds apparently make
his decision for him though, as Dugzash turns tail and run, attempting to just
get away from his opponent.
Wautlan attacks Gromshnakt with his Axe, but he misses by
an arm's length.
Duruial attacks Grosknabr with his Longsword, but he
misses by a mile.
[Gaerangol(#31398)]
Turning through the melee, Gaerangol's eyes fall on the
Troll bearing down on Turoryn. With a cry of, "Gondor!" He spurs
foward, riding hard toward the Olog, his sword held high...
[Combat(#13388)]
Dugzash tries to flee from Arathil, but he fails!
[Turoryn(#6806)]
Several ribs snap, and it is only because his feet are locked into the stirrups
prevents Turoryn's being thrown completely from the saddle the greatsword
hanging limp in one hand, and consciousness fleeing his mind. Blood trails down
his lips as the horse attempts to flee to carry the rider away.
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Klob's club strikes Durbmog mid-chest, lifting him bodily
and sending him hurtling a fair distance. The Morian curls into a ball at the
last minute, rolling; he comes to a halt, gripping his hammer convulsively;
with a snarl of exertion, the Morian forces himself to his feet by sheer
willpower and adrenaline. Holding his war-hammer defensively before him, the
Morian begins to back away, trying to keep the distance between himself and the
club-bearing troll sufficient that he can avoid it and retreat.
[Gondhim(#15552)]
Gondhim wheels
his horse, with one hand waving his greatsword in the air above his head before
returning it to the sheathe athwart his back. "Men of Gondor!
Retreat!" The Telpekhiri winces in pain as he guides Wath through the
desperately fighting figures, and he cries out with pain wrought anger as he
leans over and grasps Durial's front. With a mighty heave, he pulls the
unconcious soldier upwards enough that he can then use his other hand to pull
the inert man over the front of his saddle... and then they begin to ride away,
while the Captain continues to sound the retreat.
[Combat(#13388)]
Turoryn tries to flee from Mol, but he fails!
[Gromshnakt(#10007)]
Another laugh as he moves quickly to the side, senindg the wieghted part of the
hatchet to the side of his face. "Lay on Tark! calls the goblin as he brgins
his scimitar back, to attack the woodman again, this time, stabbing towards his
eye.
Gromshnakt attacks Wautlan with his Scimitar and lightly
wounds him!
[Klob(#13193)]
"Ha!"
Klob bellows sharply, the laugh turns into a hissing growl. He leans far
forward, his long arms extended offensively before him, but he does not move to
persue Durbmog. Instead, he lashes out at Gozguk.
Klob attacks Gozguk with his Club and moderately wounds
it!
[<#26642>] Gundhosh slows down as he closes in on
Badog's opponants, mace raised up and ready to strike, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE
SPEECH>" he yells down at them, still not quite in mace range of them.
Grosknabr darts out of the way of Duruial's attack and
gathers himself sufficiently to reapply his offhand to the spear. Once more,
his heels dig into the ground and he braces so that he might thrust. But this
time, Grosknabr fakes a poke before stabbing to the left of where he originally
motioned. Spitting a wad of green phlegm up at Duruial, the orc proclaims,
"Your skull will make a great mug - if I don't bash it in too badly."
Grosknabr attacks Duruial with his Spear, but Duruial
parries the attack with his shield!
Mol stops running as his axe hits the man. He watches,
waiting for the man to fall over dead so he can claim the horse for dinner.
Alas the man does not fall but stays in the saddle. The olog snorts and starts
to look around fro another horse to eat.
[Gozguk(#13908)] Alone with the troll, Gozguk blanches, but
then screams a warcry to the great creature above, "Morghash and the
Flame! Death and blood to the Mordain!" He is about to yell more when
Klob's club descends, swiping his legs from underneath him, cracking the bones
with a loud 'snap!' The uruk screams, and then, still on the ground, brings his
mace over and down towards the great foot before him.
Gozguk attacks Klob with its Mace, but Klob parries the
attack with his Club!
[Diarmund(#16643)]
The
high call of a horn leaps to the nebulous clouds of stars and echoes to the
horizon with the command given by the Telpekhiri. Singularly or in small groups
slashing their way though the pressing mass of orcs.
Similary leaning from their four-horned
saddles, other men bearing the White Tree collect the bodies of their fallen
comrades , both dead and wounded. Thunder bellows before them as they hound the
Commander in retreat.
[Gaerangol(#31398)]
"Nimothan! Gondor!" Gaerangol closes the
distance finally, approching Mol from the rear. Taragmoth he raises high,
swinging a wide arc toward the back of the troll's knee. His eyes blaze, and he
roars as he charges, foam flying from the mouth of his large stallion...
Gaerangol attacks Mol with his Longsword, but he misses
by a handspan.
[Arathil(#26692)]
Arathil, breathing heavily in pain and exhaustion, raises
his sword again, ready to hack again viciously at the orc's body. Dugzash
attempts a retreat, but the bloodsoaked and muddy earth foils the Orc's
efforts. Arathil raises his blade again, ready to strike, when a call for
retreat sounds from the ranks of Men. "Think of me when you're dying
slowly," Arathil hisses after Dugzash's broken body. He turns away and
quickly jogs toward the other men of his company.
[Durbmog(#29406)]
Durbmog begins to stagger away, a snarl plastered to his
lips. He moves back towards the Morian reserves and baggage train, bellowing
...
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob's
horribly wide mouth breaks into a sickly grin, and his foul breath reeks into
the air as his posture become more hunched, his spindly legs further apart. The
Troll brings his heavy club about, deflecting the attack against him, and then
brings it about once more to descend upon his Orc-foe's shoulder.
[<#29406>] Durbmog says in Morian Uruk,
"Retreat! We have inflicted great damage upon our foes! Retreat!"
Klob attacks Gozguk with his Club and badly wounds it!
Mol turns, looking for someone to hit. What luck! A horse
and rider charging down on Mol! The olog steps aside the man's sword and swings
his own axe at the rushing back of the man on horse. "Mol want
Horsie!"
[Turoryn(#6806)] Brondmeldis is freed from the attention
of the Troll, apparently suffering from attention deficit disorder, lucky for
the Gondorian Rider atop of him. And running at full gallop Turoryn is spirited
away from the fight towards the south, but after a short distance the horse
stops to wait for something.
Mol attacks Gaerangol with his Battle Axe and severely
wounds him!
Dugzash turns, perhaps expecting a sword blow about to
slice into his back, but finds the human who fought him moving away. After a
moment of thought, and glancing around at the various parts of battle still
going on around him, the shaman goes back to where he ran from, retrieving his
bow from the ground where it fell.
[Wautlan(#13205)]
It seems today is Wautlan's lucky day. He manages lucky dodge after lucky
dodge. Trying to duck out of the scimitar's way, it misses his eye and catches
the rim of his helmet, then skips down to open a trace of blood on his
forehead. As blood begins to drip down into his eyes, the guide swings his axe
wildly, trying once more to make Gromshnakt's shoulders an uninterrupted line.
Wautlan attacks Gromshnakt with his Axe and badly wounds
him!
[Gaerangol(#31398)]
The axe of the olog strikes, and the Nimothan cannot so
much as cry out ere he is cast from teh saddle, his horse falling in a heap
before the troll, even as his body is flung far ahead. Where he lands, blood
soaks the ground, and lays prone and motionless.
[Gromshnakt(#10007)] A low howl leaves the logaz, as his
flesh is hewn by the axe, which cuts down into his shoulder. a slight blink as
black blood adds another tributary onto his bleeding torso. Howver, that was
his shield arm. And his sword arm, moves quickly to repay the favor.
Gromshnakt attacks Wautlan with his Scimitar, but he
misses by a mile.
Grosknabr heeds the Warlord's order and abruptly
disengages from Duruial, turning tail and running away. Perhaps not the most
prudent thing, but fleeing en masse always beats fleeing alone. In order to
lighten his load, Grosknabr throws his spear far ahead of him, impaling an
unfortunate snaga racing ahead - no matter, the weapon can be retrieved and thrown
again.
Smoke pours from
The smoke clears as good triumphs and the database saves.
[Gozguk(#13908)]
CRUNCH! The troll's blow falls upon Gozguk's left shoulder, the bones
breaking and his arm twisting underneath him as he collapses. Struggling to
rise, Gozguk rolls several metres before finally getting to his feet. He
staggers upon the wounded limbs, and tries to retreat back to the Morian van,
glancing around at the fallen at the same time.
[Combat(#13388)]
Gozguk tries to flee from Klob, but it fails!
[Gundhosh(#26642)]
Just as Gundhosh gets to where Badog was, he looses sight of him, and his
opponants, "Where's dey going?" he mumbles to himself, looking around
for other traitors of the eye.
[Arathil(#26692)]
Arathil forces his way through the mess of battle,
hacking through bloodthirsty orcs and stumbling over his fallen brothers. But there
is a clearing in this battle, swept free by the giant of a Troll Mol. Arathil
cringes as Gaerangol is tossed aside limp. "Lieutenant!" Arathil
screams, and wasting no time he charges upon Mol, hoping to distract the
creature away from the helpless body. He runs straight in, thrusting with his
longsword like a puny lance at the Troll's thick hide.
Arathil attacks Mol with his Longsword and mildly wounds
him!
[Wautlan(#13205)]
This time, at least, Wautlan manages to actually dodge, and not by luck,
either. He twists backwards, out of the scimitar's path, at the same time, he
sends his axe at Groshnakt's arm, and his shield-hand reaches up to try and
wipe some of the blood from his face.
Wautlan attacks Gromshnakt with his Axe and moderately
wounds him!
[Klob(#13193)]
Klob just
laughs after the maimen Orc. A look of ugly, bloodthirsty delight crosses his
face, and he moves swiftly after the crippled Orc, raising his club above his
spine and brining it down again with a savage swing.
Mol cackles with glee as the man falls from his steed.
The olog then grabs the horse by the head and twists. The neck of teh beast
snaps and just as it does a sword pokes his hide. Spinning wildly the olog
swings behind him to swat whatever was foolish enough to hurt him.
Klob attacks Gozguk with his Club and terribly wounds it!
Mol attacks Arathil with his Battle Axe and badly wounds
him!
Dugzash wields his bow again, mace unused, and begins
following after the Morian uruks moving back northwards in retreat. The shaman
keeps his face looking forward towards the fighting that continues onward,
slowly making his way backwards on the uneven ground.
[<#26642>] Gundhosh shouts out to anyone who cares
to listen, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he asks, walking back over
toward the horse he dropped a few moments ago.
[Gromshnakt(#10007)]
The orc moevs so as to try and block Wautlan's attack again, but he is not
qwuick enough this time, and another cut comes along his shield hand. A snarl
is all Gromshnakt affords as his blade is sent back with ferocity of a wounded
beast, towards his attacker.
Gromshnakt attacks Wautlan with his Scimitar, but Wautlan
parries the attack with his Axe!