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Recon into Dunland

Garjin moves south.
south
You follow the trail away from the clearing, and back deeper into the woods.

Caerdh Woods - Dunland <<Caerdh County>>
Deep in the Caerdh Wood here, the trees have begun to grow closer together, than at the fringes. A
large hill lies directly to the east, a path seemingly skirting it, heads to the north, and the southeast, while
another steep path, seemingly heads up the hill.
The normal sounds of a forest can reach your ears, birds calling out to one another, the occasional rustle
in the underbrush...
Contents:
Traek
Krista
Rab
Nightshade
Sid(#25255IVnp)
Gathering of Tents
Callum
Dunland Forest
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Caerdh Woods - Dunland <<Caerdh County>>
Deep in the Caerdh Wood here, the trees have begun to grow closer together...
Contents:
Name Gender Species Who Combat Type
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Garjin Male Uruk-Hai IC ARMED PLAYER (0s idle)
Traek Male Human IC unarmed PLAYER (3m idle)
Krista Female Human IC unarmed PLAYER (12s idle)
Rab ??? non-combatant Puppet <Kieran>
Nightshade Male Equine .. IC non-combatant Object <Hakuna>
Sid ??? non-combatant Puppet <Onoc>
Gathering of Ten Male non-combatant Object <Sirus>
Callum ??? non-combatant Puppet <Kieran>
Dunland Forest ??? non-combatant Object <Combat_Master>
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Vamkur arrives from the north.
Vamkur has arrived.

You hear a rustling in the darkness that has fallen upon the forest to the north. You can faintly make out
two figures creeping through the darkness.

[Traek(#21062)] Darkness sweeps across the land as the sun once again ducks down under the horizon,
encompasing everything in the dull shades of blacks and greys that come with night. All is dark, save for
the few scattered fires that now burn brightly about the Dunlending encampment, their red and orangish
hues casting eerie glows upon the sentries who patrol aimlessly about the perimeter, scanning and
searching for any sign of movement within the underbrush, their eyes straining in the dim light for what
may or may not be there. Nonetheless, they continue to look, as does Traek as he sits near his own fire,
though with not nearly as much persistance. The man seems more entangled in his own thoughts at the
moment to think of anything else, or to notice any figures looming just off in the darkness. The faint light
of the fire burns in the man's eyes as they glance occasionally towards his bow and into the darkness
beyond, his thoughts now are ones of uneasiness, a cold chill runs through the man's spine as he seems to
almost 'sense' the oncoming threat of evil, though from where or when he does not know...

[Krista(#26594)] Kneeling at the campfire, Krista is working on a man's wounded leg. Wrapping
the clean bandage around his leg, she curses the orcs as she works. "Only Kiern knows when all this be
over." She winks at the man, "Then I can go back to serving drinks, you drunks." The man grins, as he
takes a large swig from a flask to sudue the pain or forget this war.

From out of the darkness, a vague shape can be seen travelling across the ground. It looks to be a piece of
clothing flapping in the faint breeze, but it is moving against the wind! You can now see the shape come
into closer focus. It is now obviously one of the dark races, attacking from the camp to the north. The grey
cloak hides most of its features, but you can see the distinguishing outline of the great barbed mace of
Garjin. As the figure rapidly approaches you can make out the faint glow emanating from the beast's eyes,
lit by the fires that torment the beast's soul day after day.

Vamkur approaching from around the side, concealing himself as best an orc can in the foliage, he
approaches, wary of the enemy but confident of his own strength and battle prowess, after all he was
trained by his own tribe's chieftain in the art of combat. Moving quickly and fairly quietly he spies a
woman and quickly moves towards her.

A gust of wind rustles in the trees.

[Traek(#21062)] The fire continues to flicker lightly before the man, the embers glowing blood red in the
dim evening light, sparks float carelessly upwards into the sky and northwards on the wind, only to
cascade slowly towards the ground again, far off into the forest and out of sight. Traek yawns deeply as he
seems to snap out of his trance, his eyes now searching the darkness from the north, scanning the
underbrush for signs of movement, though upon finding none, he yawns once more and stands from the
rotted log, his kilt waving about gently in the wind as he approaches his large bow, moving slowly and
clumsily through the darkness. The man grabs at the bow and the nearly empty quiver of arrows as he
begins for the camp, though for some reason he pauses, his ears perk up at the sounds of the night, the
quiet chirping of birds, the rummaging of small rodents in the brush. These things, though, he does not
hear, only silence and the clamour of the Dunlending camp. Another cold fealing arches up towards the
man's mind, though from what he still cannot tell, and cannot see.

Like a rustle in the grass, the Uruk slides across the field towards the camp of men. Raising his lethal
mace to attack, he is nearly upon the man, he recognizes the guard as the archer, whom he has fought
many times but never finished. He thinks to himself "Today is the day!"

Wrapping the clean bandage around his leg, she curses the orcs as she works. "Only Kiern knows when
all this be over." She winks at the man, "Then I can go back to serving drinks, you drunks." The man
grins, as he takes a large swig from a flask to sudue the pain or forget this war.

Krista lets out a large yawn and stretches out her back. Leaning up against the log, the man begins to spin
his tale about his battle with orc.

Garjin finally breaches the boundries of the camp and emits a horrible shriek which evolves into a wailing
battle-cry, EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!! "<Uruk> By the teeth of the Balrog you
and your kin will fall this day!" The grey cloaked danger falls upon the archer bringing a massive swing
to bear upon the smallish target. The ugly barbed tool sliding through the air like a shadow through
darkness, whistling softly careening towards the man's torso.

You attack Traek with your Mace...

Your attack against Traek mildly wounds him!

Vamkur comes closer to the encampment where he spies the woman, quite striking, he thinks she must
have a orc in her. Sneaking up behind the tree she is leaning on he quickly tries to make a grab for her,
thinking that she will make a great slave or prize of some sort.

[Traek(#21062)] The archer now moves more swiflty, still quite some distance from the Dunlending
encampment and any help that might be provided from it, though for some reason he stops, standing
motionless within the darkness, his body tense, but his mind loose as he scans the immediate area with
great attention. Almost unconsciously the man slides an old knotted arrow from his leather quiver and
within mere seconds has it ready and in place on the bow, though he still does not yet know for what.
Moments quickly pass as Traek's eyes strain in the darkness for the sight of anything, a man perhaps, a
small rodent, but he finds nothing, nor hears nothing as of yet, perhaps it is simply the ale he had earlier,
but nothing can be for sure...Then, in a flash, the arrow is fired into the underbrush, almost directly
towards the approaching Orc, but missing by only mere inches as the figure draws ever closer.

[Krista(#26594)] The wounded man and Krista hear the battle-cry and look up to see Traek being
attacked. The Dunlending ma catches the other orc coming out towards them out of the corner oh his and
screams "Lassie, behind you." She grabs the mans staff and swings it around behind her, in hopes to get
the orc to trip.

[Traek(#21062)] The archer is caught almost completely offguard by the Goblin's surprising attack, using
the brief, but valuable, few moments between the battle-cry and the swing of mace to step to the side,
catching only a slight hit to his side in the attempt. Furious with anger the man stands now at full height,
his bow of no use at this range and is flung towards the ground, as is the small quiver, the few arrows that
remain inside now scatter about the ground where it lands. A dagger is now drawn forth with incredible
speed as Traek makes out his attacker to be none other than the Orc he had faught earlier, the blade dull
and ultimately unthreatening in the dim evening light. The man chuckles towards the creature and
manages to sputter out a few words in haste as he closes in, the dagger held high with strength as he
thrusts it at the creature's midsection with great precision, "Come back fer more eh?, now ye will die!!"

[Combat(#13388)] Traek reaches down to his belt and carefully unsheathes his mighty dagger, its blade
scintillating in what light strikes its metal surface.

[Combat(#13388)] Traek puts on Studded Leather Helmet.

Traek attacks you with his Dagger!...
...and he misses!

Vamkur feels the imminent capture of his prey his body is tensed and ready to leap, he feels the wind
slowly cool his skin as he waits for just the right moment to make his move. He suddenly feels that
now...now when her attention is completely diverted he can pounce upon the helpless young creature, his
legs shoot him into the clearing like two powerful springs he leaps into the clearing moving quickly on to
her and suddenly he sees her move quickly around and barely ducks out of the way as the powerful staff
misses his head by inches. Humans never make anything easy do they.

Krista scrambles to her feet and faces the orc with fire in her dark eyes. Holding the staff straight in front
of her, she motion for her kinsmen to go into the tent. Her knuckles turn white clutching the staff, as she
hisses the orc.

The warrior Uruk managed to duck out of the way of the deft stab at his midsection, by spinning himself
into a squatting position, maintaining the brital mace's forward momentum. Garjin's cloak spreading out
behind him like the fog on a summer's morning. The grass sways all about, causing the move to appear
more graceful than threatening. The black barbed mace continues to swing around but aimed towards the
human's knee in an attempt to cripple the puny archer. With a menacing grin the ugly visage spits out
towards the man, "You, I will take to da ground you puny light lover! You will fall before me as Balrog
fodder! You and all yer kin! Fall before me you miserable wretch!"


You attack Traek with your Mace...
Your attack against Traek moderately wounds him!


Vamkur laughs happily at the woman's apparent bravery as he readies his newly forged axe, he
appreciates how the metal seems to almost glow in the dark and his senses are heightened when that
cursed orb is not troubling him in the sky he yells,"Ho waman Iam Vamkur...you are brave but no match
for me...lower your weapon and live" hardly expecting her to give into his demands he does not wait for
an answer but rather growls a war cry and charges.

[Traek(#21062)] For a brief moment the full moon shines through the forest canopy, its bright light
causing an eerie glow about the large Goblin, disorienting the man for only a second, but that is just what
the Orc needed as the mase comes crashing down towards the archer's knee, one of the barbs ripping out a
small piece of man-flesh as Traek once more attempts to sidestep the attack, unfortunately not in time. A
great howl resinates about the forest as the man screams out in pain, almost not like a man at all the
sound seems to suggest, but soon he regains his composure and spits towards the Goblin, "Ye will die fer
yer actions foul creature!" With that he lunges once more, a blind furry overcoming the man as he charges
towards the creature, his dagger fully outstretched towards Garjin's neck, not to simply cripple him, but in
an attempt to slash the wretched things throat.

Traek attacks you with his Dagger!...
...and you block his attack with your shield!

Krista grips the staff tighther as she glares the vile creature. Ignoring his words, she glances behind her
for a quick second. Watching the orc charge towards, she steps to the side at the last moment. Smiling, as
the campfire is right behind her.

Foul laughter erupts for the grinning maw of the horrid creature as his swing hits home, smashing
through armor to bite into the man's knee forcing a sqeal like the pig he is. The Uruk-Hai comes to his
feet as the human wrestles with his balance, and prepares himself for yet another assault on the archer.
With his laughter resonating throughout the camp, the Uruk-Hai raises his heavy weapon above his head
and proceeds to send it crashing down towards the opponent's helm in an attempt to both crush the skull
and drive it deep into the torso of the this archer. The banshee-like laughter, however, raises attention
from within the camp, rousing warriors from their sleep. The time left for the attack becomes short before
reinforcements arrive.


You attack Traek with your Mace...
Traek dodges your attack.

Vamkur sees that the woman does not react to his charge, and thinks to himself that this will be over in a
matter of minutes, and so swings his axe hard at where the woman should have been standing but instead
slices cleanly through their camp fire sending sparks and brightly colored ashes throughout the camp
along with a lot of soot.

[Krista(#26594)] Watching the axe cut through the fire, she is blinded a bit by the smoke and
scattered ashes. She coughs loudly, as she grips her staff and makes a wild swing in the direction of the
orc's back.

[Traek(#21062)] Blood now trickles slowly down the man's leg, his face showing obvious pain, though in
his eyes there is none, simply a cold and vile hatred which burns now like the fires in the encampment.
The horrid laughter of the foul Goblin sends the man reeling backwards, further into the forest.
Apparently just in time as the mase comes crashing down swiftly through the position, where just
moments before the man had stood. With hands clenched tightly about his ears in vain to block out the
sound he now speaks, his voice still strong with the Dunlending spirit, though a faint murmer of fear
might be made out if one were to listen attentively enough, "Ye will die now and return ta tha hole ye
came from vile monster!" His breathe now becomes heavy as he slowly closes in on the Orc, the dagger
unmarked from the battle, but prepared to change that as he leaps forwards towards the creature, swinging
madly at its torso.

Traek attacks you with his Dagger!...
...and he misses!

Vamkur howls in anger because his axe striking the fire has momentarily blinded him with small dazzling
sparks coming from the wood. He madly swings his axe out of the flames and let's out a deafening bellow
as he feels a glancing blow of the woman's staff impact upon his back.

The fell beast's anger is expressed in a low growl filled with rage directed towards the dagger wielding
man. His beady glowing eyes seem to be emitting a light of their own, and staring deeply into the man's
eyes opposing him, which forecast his attack with enough time for the Uruk to spin slightly to prohibit the
blade from doing more than glancing off the links. As the heavy mace crashes towards the peat forest
floor, the warrior changes his stance just slightly to allow the mace's momentum to continue as his arms
windmill around bringing the mace downwards again towards the skull of the man. During this motion he
advances two steps bringing him directly before the archer in time for the cruelly barbed weapon to come
crashing down upon him. No sound, only fierce concentration is emitted from the fell beast. Noise can be
heard from the camp beyond, but still too far away to concern this warrior.

You attack Traek with your Mace...
Your attack against Traek lightly wounds him!


Krista catches her breath as the wind blows the smoke away. She jerks back, as she sees the axe flying.
The axe catches her and slices her right arm slightly and she screams out. She musters her strength
together and swings back again, aiming for the orcs back.


Vamkur feels his axe slice into the woman and feels a bit of satisfaction, but only for a moment, before
another blow thunders down on his back driving him on to one knee. He slowly staggers back to his feet
as his full vision is being regained.

[Traek(#21062)] Lantern lights begin to bob and weave about in the forest, steadily but slowly closing in
upon Traek and Garjin, their luminous light spreading to every corner, every inch of the forest as they
approach, followed by the fierce cries of the few Dunlending warriors, now completely roused by the noise
of this seemingly minute battle among many that have gone before. Traek does not hear these sounds as
his attention is completely drawn towards the beast, completely oblivious to everything and everyone else
as the mase crashes down once more towards him, compacting hard upon his armoured shoulder, though
causing little damage as he moves now behind the great Orc. His eyes burn now brightly then ever, though
they still show no emotion but blind rage which the man now acts upon as he lunges back towards the
Goblin, his dagger thrust forwards towards its chest, his movements swift and strong as his legs propel
him forward at a great speed.

Traek attacks you with his Dagger!...
...and he misses!

Krista seeing him fall to his knee, makes her a smile bit. But the smile doesn't last long as she sees him
stand back up. Ignoring the seething pain in her arm, she swings the staff again, this time aiming for his
head.

With a roar of pleasure, the great Uruk takes a half step back while turning in an attempt to bring the
mace crashing down again towards the injured knee of the frail man. As the barbed black mace swings
around in a viscious arc careening towards the already bloodied knee of the archer. The din of the forces
of men beginning to sink through the battle lust of the beast bred for combat. It knows only battle and
focuses intently on the task at hand, forcing out the sounds and concentrating on bringing the bloodied
mace home to the target.
attack/8 traek

You attack Traek with your Mace...
Traek dodges your attack.

Vamkur is building has regained his bearings and his sight, and none too soon, for he sees a stout pole
end heading straight for his head Quickly he whips his axe hard against the pole barely deflecting it in
time and turns a deadly blow into one that missed him by inches.

[Krista(#26594)] The weight of the axe slamming against her staff jerks her back a few steps back.
She says a prayer to Kiern and rears her staff back and swings with all her might towards the orc's back
again.

[Traek(#21062)] A light gust of wind blows swiftly through the area, leaves rustle, plants sway about
gently, almost in a graceful motion, masking the bloody combat which takes place within these very
woods. Traek lands hard to the ground after his miss, but takes little time in rest as his eyes manage to
catch the wretched sight of the mase swinging with great speed at his leg, missing by mere threads of
distance as he moves to the side, using a tree to brake his fall. With the Dunlending warriors now swiftly
approaching, their battle-cries growing ever louder in the dim darkness that is night, Traek once more
charges at the Goblin, his dagger still held firmly in one hand, his knuckles bone white in death grip as he
runs forwards, slashing violently at the Uruk's neck, once again in the hopes of slitting its throat, but
knowing that is not to be.

Traek attacks you with his Dagger!...
...and you parry his attack with your Mace!

Garjin can no longer drive out the sounds of the advancing army of men, and he shouts towards the
smaller Uruk, "<Uruk> Away! Back to the forest as their army is returning! Quick, back to the forest to
the north and then on towards camp." But then Garjin turns at a sudden motion from his opponent to see
the flash of a dagger flying towards him in the pale moonlight. Bringing his mace up quickly in an
uppercut fashion aimed at striking the warrior on the chin, the spiked ball of the mace drives the archers
hand up and away from the Uruk's neck causing the blade to cut the air above his shoulder. Continuing
this dance in darkness, the cruel mass of black metal slides silently towards the chin of the man. The beast
bred of darkness screeches loudly again in a loud battle-cry. AAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!! shattering the
darkness and sending a flight of birds flying off into the night.
attack/9 traek

You attack Traek with your Mace...
Traek dodges your attack.

Vamkur feels an ache in his back from the earlier blow and so jumps back and out of the way as he sees
the staff heading for a now purpliush bruise on his back and so jumps out of the reach of the staff

[Krista(#26594)]
Seeing him jump back, she sees her chance and takes. Krista turns around and glances at him, as she runs
through the forest. One arm holding the staff and the other hand covering her wound.

[Traek(#21062)] The giant mase comes streaking up past the man's shoulder as he swifly ducks under its
swing, the dagger quickly thrusting upwards in retaliation, its blade now glistening softly in the lantern
light of the approaching warriors, of which Traek still seems to not have noticed as he continues to battle
the Goblin. His eyes now full with rage and fury as the dagger moves in a wide arc towards the creature's
chest, his lips managing to mutter out a few words in response as he does so, "Now ye will die fell
creature and be dinner fer mae kin!"

Traek attacks you with his Dagger!...
...and he misses!

Vamkur hears the bellow of his Muzgak and reluctantly fades back into the woods, but not without
leaving a message,"Woman I must go now bt you have not seen the last of me, you will one day either be
dead or my slave" and with that he scrambles through the woods as quickly as he can, navigating quite
well in the darkness through the Dunland forest and back into his camp

Suddenly without warning, the warrior Uruk-Hai turns from the foe and races back into the darkness from
whence it came. Like a shadow slipping back into an even deeper darkness the fell beast goes. You see
anger in his lope as the grey cloak flaps in the air behind him. The darkness finally overtaking the
retreating figure, as it passes through a small band of less seasoned warriors. You hear the clash of steel
on steel and a howl of rage in the distance followed by the wail of a man screaming in pain, before falling
eerily silent. You see two of the four lanterns go dark in the distance as the men again take the field.

Krista turns around, to see that orc retreating. She walks cautiously back to camp. As she clutches her
arm, she sees the orc that attacked her kinsman, retreating as well. Reaching the fire, she sits down on the
log with a sigh.

[Traek(#21062)] Complete darkness now overwhelmes the injured man as he stands motionless within
the small clearing, the dagger still held firmly in one hand yet the creature has gone, vanished into the
chilling darkness of the forest, but to return he does not know. Only a few thoughts now race through the
man's mind as a lone figure approaches his position, a large lantern burning brightly in its hand, the light
sheding relief upon the man as he limps towards the figure, surprised at the sight of one of his own, but
deep down somewhat disappointed as the fight has ended. Nonetheless he returns towards the camp with
the figure, refusing any help of any kind as he approaches the encampment, limping silently through the
underbrush, his dagger placed back into its sheath and his bow and quiver now strapped tightly about his
back, though a few arrows remain lost, back in the darkness, back with the Orcs...

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