Beornings!
Gladden River, North Bank
The Gladden river lies to your south, growing swifter, wider, and deeper as it flows to the east. The sounds of nature abound--the plop of fish, the chirping of crickets, the skittering of small animals. You may move along the bank to the east or the northwest, or you may choose to travel northeast across the open fields towards the dark line of the even larger Anduin River.
A breeze rolls down all the way from the Misty Mountains and over the boundless plains of grass, causing the grass to wave like the ocean. Light sparkles off the river to the south as it meanders by in its shallow bed and the feathery moss waves back and forth in the current. Nearer the river, the grass becomes short and velvety soft, as if inviting you to relax by the water and let your worries float downstream with the water.
The day sky still dumps copious amounts of rain down onto you. The mid afternoon winter air is cold and misty around you.
Contents:
Valnul Camp(#14153uVXeM)
Obvious exits:
East, NorthEast, NorthWest, Into River, and West
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
Garjin looks over the crowd and states simply to the Valnul addressing him, "Let us rest here until the night again overcomes this blasted land.
Gyrr squints up at the harsh sun. "aye, you speak wisely master, as always."
Riant stands inside his black canvas wagon, cracking his green leather whip and slashing the black backs of the unfortunate snaga in front of him. He hears the orders coming from his relatively new chieftain and screams to his snaga, "OK snaga! Stop your marching now! Remember, stop slowly or this thing'll crush ya all!" After shouting instructions to his snaga, they eventully come to a stop. Riant looks around the canvas in the front, shielding his eyes from the bright sun, and notices Gyrr, his craft's newest addition. The master forester barks at the apprentice in a aggresive tone, "Get over here now, snaga!"
Garjin moves quickly towards his tent but stops suddenly as he sees a snaga standing about. He calls over towards where two foresters are standing. "You, come over here." he says pointing to Riant and Gyrr.
Gyrr runs over to the master at full tilt. By the time he arrives, he is breathless. he pants "Yes master? What are your orders? " Gyrr reaches into his pouch to retrive his waterskin, of which he swigs loudly.
Garjin points to the idling snaga standing over by the bushes. "Talk to him and make him dig a cesspool, and if he still doesn't move, cut his legs as practice to demonstrate your craft." The Chieftain grins to himself.
Gyrr looks over at the idle git with a gleam in his eye. He looks to Riant and says, "Do you want to master, or shall I?"
Riant sighs underneath his mask like helmet, losing an oppertunity to yell at his underling. Trying to shrug off his frusteration, he jumps down, and eyes his apprentice with angry crimson eyes as he jogs towards his superior. His mood changes on the outside at he approaches his master, to a more friendly appearing attitude, and replies to the chieftain's orders politely, "Aye, master!" He bows briefly towards Garjin, before turning towards the uruk in need of work. He mutters quickly to Gyrr, "You try and scare that grub into submission, snaga! I'll show you how to do it right when you miserably fail, cobug!" Riant puts his right hand under a strap of his leather bag as he speaks, able to slide off his container at a moment's notice.
Hordrek has connected.
Gyrr grins in delight, and runs over to the Snaga in question, hands tightly fisted.
[Gyrr(#29945)] the snaga cringes as Gyrr's clenched fist connects with the back of his head. "Get your lazy rear of the ground you stupid elf! What's the matter, to preoccupied with looking at all the trees to work? Get a shovel and dig a cesspit here!" the snaga runs of and starts digging. "No here!" screams Gyrr, getting wild at the stupid snaga. He boots the scumbag viciously in the temple. The snaga falls to the ground, but gets up after a few kicks in the stomach from Gyrr. "Get working, worm, or I'll burn out ya pansy elf eyes!"
[<#27161>] Riant mutters dark swearings as the over enthusiastic forester nearly kills the snaga that is supposed to work. He walks over behind him, and aims a quick backhand at the cobug's head, yelling, "<Uruk> Maggot! Don't kill the filthy little goblin! They're more valuble alive than dead! You gotta knock a little bit of sense into him, not beat the life out of him, you grubby little begger!" Riant steps to the side, and crosses his arms across his chest, contiinuing loudly, "<Uruk> Make sure he keeps up the work, but don't kill the pig spawn!"
[Gyrr(#29945)] the snaga digging the cesspit stops his work, staring behind Gyrr. Gyrr spits on the snaga then begins to turn. His head spins back from the viscious backhand dealt by riant, and replies "Yes master, sometimes I get carried away. My apologies." He wipes the blood off his face. and grumbles loudly at the Snaga to continue.
A large number of worker snagas seem to be slaving away with setting up a camp here on the banks of the river. Some are gathering water, and others are starting cooking fires in the fading light.
Cvalnir is standing at the rear of a small but sturdily-built raft, with Raighne sitting on it in front of him. Swinging the raft hard towards the north shore to avoid a rock in the water, the motion comes too slow, and the back corner of the raft shears the rock, splintering as a small chunk of it goes sailing off downstream. Some loud cursing can be heard, and amidst various "Spider be damned this and that", the shorter woodman says, "Well, old man, it's getting dark and the raft just lost a chunk off her, so we best pull ashore here." Using the oar as a pole, he pushes the raft towards the shore, arms straining against the pull of the current. When the water gets shallow enough, he simply hops off the raft and into the water, pulling it ashore, completely oblivious of the fires and noise a little further downstream.
[Hordrek(#27357)] The fat orc yawns, carefully scratching his bum. Walking toward the cookfires, the fat orc grabs a bowl of some unidentified food and slurps it down hungrily.
Raighne leaps ashore when the raft grinds to a stop, carrying a bundle high over his head, to keep it out of the river. Perhaps a futile gesture, as it is being sodden with rain anyhow. He grins and looks over at the younger man. "The light is failing fast anyhow, cubling. We should have needed to shore ourselves within the hour regardless." There is a grunt as he stretches out his tired, stiffened limbs and tosses the bundle to the muddy ground, a few yards in from the bank.
[<#27161>] Riant chuckles at his apprentice's misery, and removes his tan bag carefully, setting it to the grassy floor. He slowly sits down, barking out some more detailed instructions, "<Uruk> Make sure he gets no rest until his task is over, or something more important is happening, understood grub?" Riant sniffs the air, annoyed at the faint, sweet smell coming from the growth beneath him. He rummages through his bag, and takes out a pale clay flask. He empties the contants into his mouth, and rests for a few moments. The Tetrak complains about the weather, "<Uruk> Gar! I hate rain, specially when I have to watch maggots like you work! Do your job quickly, I don't like being out in the rain!" He hisses in response to Gyrr's question, "<Uruk> How the Balrog would I know? You wait till Garjin gives the work, forest scum gatherer!"
[Cvalnir(#13373)] Nodding to his brother, "Aye, ye're right, we'd need to shore soon enough anyway." Head turning around as he looks at the site they've unintentionally picked for the night, "And this is as good as any we'll find, I'd wager." Absently cracking his knuckles, he looks questioningly at Raighne, "Unless ye want to find a softer spot to rest them bones, of course." Saying this, he reaches back onto the raft, pulling out a small bundle of his own and slinging it over his shoulder opposite the battle axe already resting on his back.
Raighne walks stiffly to the large bunde, unrolling it and leaving the tending of the aft to his younger brother. What seems to be a tent is unfolded, and swaddled within the canvas cocoon, a large thick-hafted war axe. The man removes this from the bundle, and thunks it into the ground close at hand while he tries to make sense of the dilapidated canvas tent.
[<#29945>] Gyrr nods his head, and scuttles back to supervising the now lagging slave. "<Uruk> Work, beast, or there'll be no grub, nor arms, nor legs, not for lazy scum like you!" He cuffs the slave, who sets back to the difficult work with a vengance. He seems to be having trouble, as the rain start's to fill the pit.
Raighne says, "This spot is fine, lad. Better at any rate than the bashing of rocks your navigation seems to have treated me to all day." He looks over his shoulder at the younger craftsan, and offers him a lopsided grin in the quickly dying light. "Though with this rain, we might as well be camped mid-stream.""
The rain seems to pick up it's thunderous pelting, and the cold wind blows the rain across the camps, and into the eyes of the laborers.
[Gyrr(#29945)] the snaga, now knee deep in mud, seems to be having a lot of trouble.
[Hordrek(#27357)] The fat orc breaks wind loudly, then stands up and stretches. Wandering over to his tent he hurriedly dons his armor and readies his weapons as the rain picks up its pace. The fat orc then proceeds to the edge of the camp looking out into the distance.
Cvalnir grunts at the joke, obviously taking a little offense to it. "Aye, well, ye'd do no better with the raft in this rain. Makes the oars slick." Continuing his inspection of their haphhazard campsite, Cvalnir looks downstream, straining his eyes in the fast darkening dusk. Peering through underbrush and the like, he seems to stare at the orcs. Pointing down towards the dim fires of the orcs, the woodman says, "Raighne, what do ye make of them lights down there? Ye think they're fires or just me eyes playing tricks on me?"
[<#29945>] Gyrr says in Uruk, " Have you spoted trouble master? should I get the Cheiftain?"
[Raighne(#9621)] The gusts play havoc for the elder woodman as well, catching the fabric of the tent he is struggling with and making a sail of the whole thing. Onlookers would learn a few new Beornic words if they were attentive to the old man's loud protestations. "By the spider!" A thick, booted foot just catches the trailing bit of fabric, stopping its egress. He yells to his brother, over the gale wind. "Give me a hand with this, aye? Or we'll never have rest this night!"
Raighne looks where the younger man has indicated, keeping the tent trapped beneath his heavy foot. He squints into the blinding rain. "If its tricks, they be playing on my eyes as well, lad. Perhaps a forrester's party? Its company, at any rate of it..."
[<#29945>] Gyrr squints into the darkness. "<Uruk> Master? Do you see it as well? I can't Quit make it out..."
Gyrr starts to look Edgy.
[<#27357>] Hordrek suddenly stiffens as he looks out on guard duty. With great happiness he cries back to the camp, "<Uruk> Good. We have visitors. Somebody clean the stew pot, there are humans out there...SOUND THE ALARM!!"
[Cvalnir(#13373)] Snorting, the younger woodman nods. "Aye, perhaps it is a forester's party. We'd best go look and see. They'll have better food than whatever it is ye brought in that there bundle of yours." His head notions over towards the cloth bundle his brother pulled off the boat. "We can just leave the raft here, she won't be sailing off downstream from up on the bank, I don't think." Walking back to the raft, he pulls it further up onto the riverbank and gathers the three oars, shoving the butt of them down into the mud so that they stand straight up in a triangle around the raft.
[<#27161>] Riant grumbles something about how snaga never work as hard as they ought to, and looks through his bag, trying to find his waterskin. He pulls out the empty water container, and blanches in disgust. He mutters as he grabs his axe from the interior of his bag, "<Uruk> I'm going to get some water from the river, if he doesn't finish by the time I'm back, I'll hang you both by your toenails!" Standing up, and gripping his axe in case something attacks, the good muscled uruk walks towards the northeast, sighing at his sad situation. Riant arrives at the river, and crouchs down, filling his skin with the fresh water. The forester stands up, and looks to the north. His red, night vision eyes quickly pick the forms of two.. men, it appears. Riant shouts at the top of his lungs, to the rest of the camp, "<Uruk> Intruders!! Intruders! Someone is to the north, near the river! INTRUDERS!" Noticing his recruiter, Hordrek, noticed the two, Riant takes the initiative and runs towards the two, his black bladed axe above his head, hollering a loud war cry!
[Combat(#13388)] Riant slides the axe "Vengenz" quickly from the bag upon his back. He quickly adjusts his hands into a right position for optimal use of this black axe. It gleams slightly in anticipation for battle.
Garjin emerges from the tent with a roar, his weathered grey cloak becoming instantly soaked in the driving rain. Seemingly out of nowhere, a heavy black mace with vicious barbed spikes appears in the Valnul Chieftains hand. With a roar heard for a league or more the hulking Uruk-Hai races through the slippery mud to where the alarm was sounded. "<Uruk> Skai! What is it? Where have the beasts been spotted?" Glancing this way and that across the muddy field he spots two figures where his keen sight can just make out the Humans. Glancing at the Uruk around him, he shouts, "<Uruk> You, three, come with me. We will take them, quickly! Before they can bring others!" Garjin begins to lead the three Uruk in a mad dash up the hill towards the humans.
[Raighne(#9621)] The gods arent with the wooden as a particularly saage gust not only takes the deflated tent and makes it airborne, it also unfoots the large man, who falls on his back into the wet grass and mud. "OI!" The canvas finds itsef wrapped around a tree, before being blown off again, this time into the heady waters of the river. Grumbling and muddy, the elder man stands, shaking out his hands. "Peh! What luck of it! We've no choice now anyways." With a grunt he unseats his battle axe and throws it over his shoulder like a wood-chopper, walking stiffly to join his brother.
[<#29945>] Gyrr grins, and runs in the diraction of the camp hollering at the top of his voice "<Uruk> We eat well tonight boys, there's humans on the menu!"
Hordrek begins to run toward the humans, his ample belly shaking considerably. Hammer drawn, he whistles happily knowing that soon there will be humans to add a bit more flavor to the stew pot.
[Combat(#13388)] Hordrek wields Stained War Hammer.
[Cvalnir(#13373)] The wind carries the Uruk voices towards the two humans, and Cvalnir grunts, dropping his bundle and placing both hands on his axe handle. Watching Raighne's reaction, he says, "These sound like no men I've ever heard, brother. Sounds more like goblins to me." Squinting towards the rushing figures, he pulls the axe off its harness.
[Combat(#13388)] Cvalnir brandishes a most terrible axe.
Gyrr looks towards the humans, eyes shining in cruel delight, and runs towars the enemy bare fisted and Growling in a low bass rumble.
Raighne stops short, hearing the same thing as his brother. Still, the gloom and his mortal eyes do not pick out any distinctive enemy. He drops the axe to his ham-sized hands and rolls his shoulders. "You always do pick the finest spots to camp, lad. Let theBear give us strength, and the Eagle guide us wise..."
[Combat(#13388)] Raighne wields Double-Bladed Battle Axe.
Riant continues his fast paced trek towards the two, stopping at about twenty feet away to size up the pair. Licking his black lips with his formidable red tongue, he decides to pick off the smaller of the two. Imagine the great flavor of his advisary's flesh, he bolts forward at a terrifyingly swift pace, trying to do a half circle around Raighne to attack the smaller Cvalnir.
Garjin storms up the muddy slope, his feet sliding in the thick mud but he very nearly claws his way up the slope to get at the humans. The familiar reddish glow seem to fill his eyes as a rage fills the Valnul Chief. His grey cloak flapping violently in the wind behind him, his efforts are followed with ragged breathing as the rain washes water into his helm and into his eyes, but he continues on relentlessly up the slippery slope towards the larger of the two men.
Hordrek trudges along happily running toward the younger human knowing his flesh will be sweeter.
Cvalnir nods, "Aye, that I do." His eyes are unable to pick out the figures as well, so in the darkness, the shorter woodman reaches into his pockets, pulling out some flint and steel and quickly striking them towards a lantern resting on the raft. After a second, the lantern catches, and he hangs it from one of the oars. Now able to see the goblins coming at him, he growls, swinging his battle axe in a few practice arcs in front of him. Setting both legs as firmly as can be in the mud, he holds his ground, waiting for whichever goblins deign to attack him.
[+light(#50)] Cvalnir lights his lantern.
[Gyrr(#29945)] A maniacal gleam in his eyes, Gyrr runs through the forrest, seeking out his enemy. He notices his Cheiftain running through the trees, and quickly falls in behind him, matching his speed with some difficulty. As his eyes fall upon his prey, now clearly seen amongst the trees, he lets out a howl of delight.
Raighne growls as the lantern's light gives his own eyes purchase as well. In time to see athe slavering Uruk-Hai Captain closing on him. Caloused knuckles go white as they grip the aen haft of the war axe, and he sets his own stance as well. A howl comes at the back of the chieftan, as another foe sets its sights on the large woodman.
Cvalnir nods, "Aye, that I do." His eyes are unable to pick out the figures as well, so in the darkness, the shorter woodman reaches into his pockets, pulling out some flint and steel and quickly striking them towards a lantern resting on the raft. After a second, the lantern catches, and he hangs it from one of the oars. Now able to see the goblins coming at him, he growls, swinging his battle axe in a few practice arcs in front of him. Setting both legs as firmly as can be in the mud, he holds his ground, waiting for whichever goblins deign to attack him.
Gyrr Screams in rage as the human scum Illuminate the clearing. he veers towards the raft, whilst still staying behind the raging cheiftain.
Riant does not stop running towards Cvalnir, but does make a note of his foe's more impressive weapon. Cursing his luck in battle, he tries to keep his attacking form simple. As soon as he gets within range of the man, he swings his black axe horizontally at the taller being's gut, hopefully spilling its intestines onto the wet grass.
Riant attacks Cvalnir with his Axe and lightly wounds him!
Hordrek waddles up to the left side of Cvalnir, swinging his war hammer lazily before him. From beneath his helm, he smiles grimly as drool falls from his mouth. Hordrek begins to whistle an orcish drinking song as he begins to circle his opponent to avoid Riant's attack on the human. Using his shield to cover his ample belly, Hordrek swings his hammer in a low fast arc toward Cvalnir's left knee.
Hordrek attacks Cvalnir with his War Hammer, but he misses by a mile.
Garjin races forwards and is pleased to have the murky air lit up to see his foe standing backlit against the soaking skies. As Garjin crests the top of the hill, his legs covered with the earth of this foul land, his grinning visage fully displaying his yellowed rotting teeth to the human before him. Garjin's black weapon seems to slide forward like a shadow from darkness to fly in a rapid arc towards the larger human. Backlit as his opponent is, the light fully illuminates the Chief's face as the wet black skin causes his skin to shine as if oiled, but the eyes, those blood red eyes show many years of fury ready to be released upon this foe before him. With a terrifying shriek Garjin yells, "<Uruk> Kill the humans! These light lovers must pay and they will burn in thr fires of the Fire-Demon!! Bring me their heads!" This outburst is followed by a rapid swing towards the larger human's midriff.
You attack Raighne with your Mace...
Raighne dodges your attack.
Raighne grunts as his brother is attacked, the sound of a scored hit on mail distracting him enough to make him glance over at the beasts beseiging his brother. This leaves an opening for the charging chieftan to make his move. An error that could have been fatal, luckilly, is not! He rolls just in time, out of the way of the deadly spiked mace and the crushing blow of the enraged Hai.
Gyrr runs in the direction of the raft, and snatches the Lantern from the Oar, to smash it Upon the humans raft.
[Cvalnir(#13373)] His attention drawn away for a moment by the arrival of Hordrek, Cvalnir almost doesn't notice Riant's incoming attack. Luckily for him, he turns just in time to see the axe coming and attempt to jump out of the way. Now, instead of the attack gutting him, it hits him on the side, barely getting through his mail and leaving him with a small cut. This doesn't distract him from seeing Hordrek's attack, however, and he kicks his leg backwards, avoiding the low swipe of the warhammer. Looking towards the goblin that hit him, he slashes over his head downwards at the smaller goblin.
Cvalnir attacks Riant with his Battle Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.
Raighne grunts as the large black shape whips past him in a foul-smelling tempest of fangs and spikes. He has lost track of the second foe, and so tries to deliver a good jarring hit to the larger uruk. rage and steel seek out the marauder's own midsection, with a level, tight swing of the newly honed axe blade.
Raighne attacks you with his Battle Axe!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 4 hp's by Raighne's attack...
...you have 76 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
Gyrr grabs the lantern in his fist and swings it mightly into the raft. The light is doused, but unfortunatly the raft doesn not catch fire.
Riant jumps backwards with pretty good agility as the wicked looking battle axe screams down towards him, managing to just evade the terrible weapon. Able to feel the wind from that swing, Riant curses simultaneously as he gasps sharply. Spurred on by his master's orders, Riant jumps to the forward and to the left, swinging his axe horizontally again at his hated enemy.
Riant attacks Cvalnir with his Axe, but Cvalnir parries the attack with his Battle Axe!
Hordrek continues his bawdy whistling even as the human dodges the fat orc's attempt to cripple his opponent. A flat note appears in his whistling as he strikes up toward the humans groin with his war hammer.
Hordrek attacks Cvalnir with his War Hammer and moderately wounds him!
Garjin is blinded with both his rage and the torrential rain, misses seeing the incoming blade as it bites through the links in his side, tearing through his padding as well to tear into his ribs with an ugly thud as the air is expunged from the Uruk-Hai's lungs. As fresh blackish blood mingles with the rain to slide in dark patterns down Garjin's legs, he immediately swings his heavy mace towards the human's knee in an attempt to render him immobile.
You attack Raighne with your Mace...
Raighne parries your attack with his Battle Axe!
Gyrr runs in rage at the large human who just attacked his cheiftain. Waiting until the scum swings his axe at the cheiftain, then slips under his arm and, grinning sl;yly, attempts to groin him!
Raighne steps back with the targetted leg, grimacing cruelly and showcasing the black window of the missing tooth in his leer. With his other foot he steps forward, into the snarling foe (Garjin), and bringing the iron-capped butt of the axe up at the tip of the Hais chin, trying to catch some black flesh beneath the helmet.
Raighne attacks you with his Battle Axe!...
...and you block his attack with your shield!
Gyrr lands a solid blow on the ugly beast, and quickly steps away.
[Cvalnir(#13373)] Coming down off its high arc, Cvalnir twists the axe so the fork in the blade comes down on top of Riant's axe. About to bring it in an upstroke at the goblin's head, he tries to stop midstroke to catch Hordrek's Warhammer. Too slow to knock the blow away, the axe's heavy momentum drives the warhammer into the man's leg instead. Grunting at the pain, Cvalnir begins growling ferally, swinging his axe with its blade vertically at Hordrek's shin.
Cvalnir attacks Hordrek with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a mile.
Nearly without thinking the warrior Uruk brings up his shield to intercept the blow to his face as he continues his spin and squats at the same time bringing his mace around in a full arc again towards the intended knee of the foul human before him.
You attack Raighne with your Mace...
Raighne dodges your attack.
Riant chuckles quietly at Hordrek's excellent hit, and quickly vows to match it. Raising his axe up into the air, the blood luster makes a diagonal slash at the man's now exposed back, towards the shoulderblade to the left, to the area just above the right hip.
Riant attacks Cvalnir with his Axe, but he misses by a handspan.
Raighne steps back once again, letting the nasty mace catch nothing but air. But it was close. Too close. With a cry in a gluttural tongue, the large man leaps forward almost as quickly as he lept back, swinging the great axe around his shoulders and over his head, to bring it crashing down towards Garjin's left shoulder. Keen steel seeks foul flesh as the night protests this combat with a weeping rain.
Raighne attacks you with his Battle Axe!...
...and he misses!
Hordrek dances back from the human's axe blow, with a bit more dexterity than his fat form belies. The fat orc's whistling grows a bit louder as he reaches possibly a chorus part of the song. Again using his shield to cover his belly, Hordrek steps forward a bit to deliver his hammer to the human's head in attempt to see if the helm will make a nice ringing sound.
Hordrek attacks Cvalnir with his War Hammer and mildly wounds him!
Gyrr looks critically towards his foe, bouncing lightly on his feet, he soon notices an opening, and leaps towards the human in an attempt to knock him to the ground. Alas, the man is too large for such an attempt, and Gyrr is rebounded onto the muddy grass.
Raighne grunts as he is blind-sided by the weaponless Uru. The check didnt unfoot the large smith, but it eviated his mighty blow enough to make the cruel woodman's axe go stray. It sinks into mud and grass instead of skin and bone.
Garjin's unexpected duck caused the homan's mighty blade to aim short and just miss his shoulder and pass before him like visions of his horrid life. Garjin does manage to then raise himself to his feet with a lurch and manages to drive the spiked ball of his mace straight up direclty towards the face of the shadow before him.
You attack Raighne with your Mace...
Raighne parries your attack with his Battle Axe!
[Cvalnir(#13373)] Turning just in time to see Riant's attack coming, the burly would-be sailor pulls himself backwards, not noticing Hordrek's attack, the warhammer skims off the top of his steel helmet, not doing any serious damage. Now, the Woodman is backpedalling in the mud, trying to get both goblin's in front of him. Still just inside his reach, however, is Riant, and the woodman takes a quick swipe at him.
Cvalnir attacks Riant with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!
Gyrr rolls to his feet, and quickly moves out of reach of the humans large axe.
[Gyrr(#29945)] As the rain thunders down, Gyrr searches for an openning, circling around his foe, trying to get behind him.
[Raighne(#9621)] With a tremendous yank, the larger human pulls his muddied axe from the ground. By sheer luck alone does the action bring the haft up, in time to deflect the slavering Chieftan's thrust. With a thrust of his wn to match that of the Hai, the pike atop the axe is driven towards the dark shape's sternum, as there is not time nor space to properly swing the woodman's great weapon.
Raighne attacks you with his Battle Axe!...
...and he misses!
Riant is hit in the gut, and a small amount of his unholy black blood sprays from the moderately sized wound. Not balanced quite right for such an attack, Riant slips on the slick, slippery ground, and lands onto his face, staining his helmet with a mixture of brown and green colors. The prone, injured fighter lunges forward at his prey, slashing his axe at the man's legs, hoping to knock his foe to the ground.
Riant attacks Cvalnir with his Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.
Garjin fortunately loses his footing forcing him to turn to his side to replant his foot, as a vicious jab from the spiked axe moves past him as it clinks off of his mailed chest. With creat concentration, the Chieftain quickly commands, "<Uruk> Gyrr! Quick, bring others, these are surely the leaders of this filthy race!" Then Garjin takes a half moment to regain his footing and he manages to get a halfhearted swing off towards the ugly human.
You attack Raighne with your Mace...
Raighne parries your attack with his Battle Axe!
Hordrek continues to whistle as he slowly circles his opponent. Seeing that the human has taken a hefty swipe at his tribe mate, Hordrek steps forward whisling merrily as he aims to cripple the human. Hordrek swings his hammer in a low arc toward the humans left knee.
Hordrek attacks Cvalnir with his War Hammer and moderately wounds him!
Riant seeing that Hordrek is distracting the man for the moment, stands up, and limps quickly back towards the relative safety of the camp.
Riant has left.
[Raighne(#9621)] The half-hearted swing is easilly blocked, and the large smith back pedals, giving both himself and his foe a chance to regain their footing in the mucky terrain. The human spits on the ground and delivers a nasty round-house, aiming for the uruk-hai's weapon arm...on the bicep. He falters at the last minute, however, perhaps changing his mind, and an unsure blow flies instead towards the beast's hip.
Raighne attacks you with his Battle Axe!...
...and he misses!
[Cvalnir(#13373)] Moving out of the way of Riant's blow has once again placed Cvalnir too close to Hordrek, and the Uruk's fierce warhammer swings down at his knee. His knee almost exploding in pain, Cvalnir grunts again, clenching his teeth and grinding them to avoid crying out. Obviously favoring his other leg now, Cvalnir swings his heavy battle axe down at Hordrek's head in an attempt to cleave the goblin into two halves.
Cvalnir attacks Hordrek with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!
Garjin simply steps aside of the monstrous human's vague swing, and instead brings a mighty blow across the chest of the stalward being that stands before him unstruck in the rain. With a string of mighty curses accompanying his feirce blow towards it's target, the black mace almost seems to whistle through the air towards Garjin's target.
You attack Raighne with your Mace...
Your attack against Raighne lightly wounds him!
Hordrek dances to the side to avoid the human's axe, but not as fast as he qould have hoped. The axe bites into the fat orc's shoulder. Wobbling through the heavy downpour the fat orc stops whistling. Stepping away from his oppponent, Hordrek realizes he may not be able to swing his weapon arm as efficiently as he once had. Pushing another orc toward the human, Hordrek hopes the rain will obscure him as he retreats into the darkness.
Hordrek has left.
[Raighne(#9621)] More spittle...and blood...fill the air as the viscious weapon strikes the smith full on his bare chest. A gluttral sound of shock comes from the man, and he staggers back a half of a step, not et fullt realizing that it is no longer solely rain which courses down his skin to stain the waist of his trousers a grim crimson. In rage the man spins, as the pain washes over him, and with horrible resolve does he deliver his next blow. Honed steel cuts air and water, seeking more vital targets...like the damned beast's own chest.
Raighne attacks you with his Battle Axe!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 3 hp's by Raighne's attack...
...you have 73 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
[Cvalnir(#13373)] A grim grin forms on Cvalnir's face as the second orc falls back to the camp, despite the pain he is currently feeling. A look of determination sets in on the woodman's face now as he sees his brother locked in combat. Clenching his teeth again, he limps over towards the two, holding his battle axe in hand.
[Cvalnir(#13373)] Seeing this as his only chance to maybe help his elder brother out, Cvalnir swings in an upwards arc, diagonally, trying to split Garjin from waist to armpit.
Cvalnir attacks you with his Battle Axe!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 8 hp's by Cvalnir's attack...
...you have 65 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
Garjin takes the glancing blow across his chest with nothing more than a grimace and he brings his heavy mace up to attack the cretin before him when he suddenly feels a great pain lance through his body as an unseen assailant lands a heavy blow to his back, cutting through his mail and biting deeply into his back. With a wail of fury and pain, the red of his eyes a dark crimson, Garjin takes a vicious swing towards his new assailant.
You attack Cvalnir with your Mace...
Cvalnir dodges your attack.
Raighne sneers as his brother joins the fray, delighting in the look of terror and surprise in the Hai's eyes as he is attacked from behind. Intending a finishing blow for the now lone goblin, Raighne hefts his mighty axe high above his head. But the Gods are not with him. As he takes a step forward tocleave Garjin, he loses his footing...and his breath, as he falls face down into the mud, sorely twisting his ankle.
[Cvalnir(#13373)] Although in pain, Cvalnir has not yet let his reactions slow, so when Garjin takes his swing, Cvalnir is ready for it, and he twists his elbows, throwing them upward while bringing the blade and haft of his axe down to block the mighty swing from the mace. The shock of the blow, however, hits him just right to force him to put weight on his left leg, and upon doing so, it buckles, leaving him on the ground in the mud, but flailing his axe above him.
Seeing the situation worsening for him with two experienced warriors facing him, and nobody to send into combat around him, Garjin makes his move for the camp, knowing that it must be moved immediately. Seeing his chance as the two fall and wallow in the mud like the swine they are, the Valnul Chieftain takes a final swing low towards the prone body of his most recent attacker in an attempt to remove his head from his shoulders Garjin prepares for a low two handed swing using all the force he can muster before fleeing into the darkness, not even pausing to see if his attack was successful or not.
You attack Cvalnir with your Mace...
Your attack against Cvalnir moderately wounds him!