Arolyn's First (RP'd) Battle
Hillside
The Sun-shine is glorious in the brilliant blue of a clear Autumn morning.
You have arrived at a crossroads, there is a trail running from the north along the shore of Long Lake and a small ferry can take you around the mouth of the Taurduin to the south. To the west lies the road that follows the Forest River to Mirkwood, and to the east, Esgaroth, or Laketown as it is called.
Contents:
Esgarothan Scouts
Esgarothan Camp
Lake Town Signal Fire
Obvious exits:
East leads to Approach to Esgaroth.
North-West leads to Barren Road.
South leads to South of Taurduin's Mouth.
North leads to Dwarven Road, Along the Lake.
Trail West leads to River Road.
The tent flap of the temporary Taurdain home opens wide, a shadow of a figure emerging in the late morning sun. With a large smile across his face, Arolyn takes in a deep breath - holding it there as he closes his eyes in satisfaction. Releasing it, he reopens his eyes and looks over the camp.
Arolyn moves away from the entrance to the tent, his shirt untucked as of yet, the bottom of which blows gently in the winds. A few strands of his silver-streaked hair wisp by his eyes, obscuring his view. With his grin never ceasing, Arolyn reaches his right hand up to hold them back away from his face - his mismatched eyes gazing casually at those who pass by. His eyes seem to focus upon none of them, however, staring beyond them into some distance beyond: or perhaps another time. As those he knows stray by, the Lord offers them each a nod in turn, though his attentions are distracted.
Nimir_Osprey is near the front gate of the camp, speaking with about a dozen soldiers. They seem to be about to leave. Nimir is leaned against one of the large log posts that support the gate.
Arolyn's eyes meet the form of Nimir, and tucking in his shirt and garbbing his cloak as he walks - he approaches slowly. As he nears, his curiosity rises, noticing them preparing for something. Stooping over, he instictively grabs his bow and equipment, calling out as he nears the gathering, "Going somewhere, my friend?"
The sound of a twig snapping in the woods can be heard
Nimir_Osprey nods to Arolyn, "Indeed, we are going to have a look around south of here to see if there's any trouble about."
Arolyn quirks his eyebrow, smoothing out the remaining folds in his clothing as he listens. "Truly so? Interesting..." He reaches behind him and lightly touches his bow to be certain it is there, "Care if I join you then? I am a bit curious myself."
Nimir_Osprey nods to Arolyn, "Of course. You will be of great assistance."
Arolyn grins and nods, patting his friend on the shoulder, "You have yet to see me wield my weapon," he smirks and steps back again, slipping his hand over his shoulder to grab at the spear shaft there, and pulling it before him to use as a staff for the time.
Nimir_Osprey barks an order to the men at the gate and they open it slowly. The great wooden thing swings open, creaking the whole way. Nimir, Arolyn, and the soldiers depart through the gate and it is shut ominously behind.
Nimir_Osprey takes a ferry south.
Nimir_Osprey has left.
You step on the ferry and cross the Taurduin.
South of Taurduin's Mouth
You stand near the Long Lake at it's south-west edge, in sight of both the Running River to the East, and the Forest River to the North. A bridge crosses the Celeduin (Running) but the Taurduin has a short free ferry ride on a barge.
Contents:
Nimir_Osprey
Dogob
Morgrath
Vakrath
Damaged Tower
Obvious exits:
West, North, and East
Arolyn arrives with Nimir, his eyes scanning the horizon before him - though his face looks a bit too relaxed and casual: a smile ever present.
A small contingent of about 14 men, including Arolyn and Nimir comes in from the north. They move will stealth, staying low to the ground. They move slowly for they seem to be surveying the area for something...
The area about you is quiet, almost too quiet with the normal sounds of the area muffled to none existent
With his body lowered, Arolyn haunches near the center of the group, his eyes flickering back and forth near the area. His senses seem to have returned, and his face now holds an expression more serious - though perhaps his concentration is divided to inner thoughts as well. A gentle wind picks up and lifts the bottom of his cloak, whipping it behind him softly.
Vakrath, having spotted the human camp coming, has ordered his troops to lie low. Only the keenest of eyes would spot the tops of orc bodies hidden amongst the deep grass.
Nimir_Osprey moves at the head of the group, his tall frame making it hard for him to remain unnoticed. The silence of the area is broken as his sword is drawn with a ring. Having grown near to the old tower, he sees uneasy.
Nimir_Osprey brings Stormblade ringing from the sheath. It's blade seems to shine even when there is no light around.
Nimir_Osprey slides the shield from his back in an effortless motion.
Arolyn's eyes catch a glimpse of silver as Nimir draws his blade. swallowing a bit nervously - he reaches over his back and brings forward his shield with a quiet 'slink' sound as the buckles scrap the metal upon his armor. Grimacing slightly, he takes in a sharp breath at the noise.
Morgrath watches the humans from the undergrowth as they enter the area. Turning from them she looks to Vakrath for orders
The humans grow close to the hidden orcs, slowly but surely. The men of the group seem to be growing impatient with the slowness of their travel and the apparent lack of need for it, since there seem to be no one about.
Edging closer to the forefront, Arolyn looks to be growing impatient himself - a few small beadlest of perspiration forming on his brow. As he nears the front, his breathing becomes a bit more raspy and shallow. His palms sweat and he swallows again. Shaking his head, he seems to think perhaps something is wrong.
Vakrath watches the approach slowly. He taps one of the Warriors under his command, he makes a circular motion. The warrior nods, understanding his orders. A section of the orcs, hunched low, begin to move around to encircle the humans. Only a faint rustling of grass can be seen from the movement.
Arolyn's eyes hold open wide, the noises of the area seemingly echoing in his mind as he edges ever closer to Nimir. Stumbling slightly (as it is certainly difficult to manuver like this with a drawn spear and shield) he reaches his friends 'side', muttering in a low tone, "I don't like this, my friend."
Nimir_Osprey, a veteran of many campaigns, spies the rustling grass for their is no wind. He gives a slight jerk of his head to one of the soldiers next to him. The soldiers looks and nods back to Nimir, then turns and whispers to his comrades. The group comes to a halt.
Arolyn pauses himself, sitting back a bit as gazes about, his lips pursing together as he grows ever more anxious. With his shield buckled upon his arm, he reaches up and brushes back a few rouge strands of hair from before his eyes.
There's a faint, slick sound as Vakrath's scimitar is withdrawn from its sheath. He growls and mutters a curse as the group is called to a halt. He makes a sword-across-the-throat sign and points towards the humans.
With a low rumble the Orcs, break from the trees in an attempt to surround the group of humans
Vakrath stands himself a few moments before the rest of the orcs. With a quick flick of his wrist, he spins his scimitar around, making a wooshing sound as it cuts and separates the air infront of him.
Nimir_Osprey barks an order and the soldiers form up into a half-circle, drawing their weapons and shields. Their faces are grim and determined.
Arolyn stands up sharply with an inaudible curse. Tightening his lips, he quickly whirls about to watch as the orcs descend upon him and his comrades. Adjusting his stance, he steadies himself for the worst of it - a silent prayer echoing in his mind as he holds his spear before him.
Morgrath emerges with the others from the undergrowth, her hands gripping the scimitar before her
Vakrath easily selects Nimir out as the leader of the group. He extends his scimitar to point at the human. His voice is low and deep as he calls out, "Human of Dale! Lay down your weapons!" He then grins ferraly as he says, "And you may live.."
Arolyn looks sharply to Nimir, quirking his eyebrow as he stiffly awaits his response, though he expects what it will be.
Nimir_Osprey holds his sword and shield in front of him and abruptly bangs the sword against the shield as Vakrath speaks, "You should be the one worried about dying, invader!"
Vakrath throws his head back and laughs, heartily and cold. He rests his head back to the forward position. His eyes flash a bright red as he says, "So be it." He motions with his free hand to 'forward' the army. "I shall enjoy posting your head on a pike."
Arolyn shakes his head again, sighing heavily and quickly as he pulls himself more straight and proud, holding his shield closer to his body.
The human soldiers meet the onslaught with great skill. These troops are some of the elite of the Dale-lands, hand picked for this mission. Many orcs fall before each.
One of the creatures meets it's end upon the spear-tip of Arolyn. With a great cry of exertion, he thrusts the metal tip into it's heart, the lifless body falling limp and crashing to the ground before him. Arolyn's chest flares and his eyes burn with anger, fire, and rage.
Nimir_Osprey hacks several orcs down, his face curled in a frown and his teeth gritted. He uses his shield doubly for defense and as a second weapon, knocking away orcs that come at him from the left.
An uruk leaps at Arolyn, the young Taurdain Lord takin a bit by suprise as he raises his shield instictively to catch the bulk of the blow. He tumbles back a step, and with shove, flips the orc off of him. Raising his spear above his head - he prepares to thrust downward.
Vakrath carves a path through the grass towards Nimir. A younger soldier gets in his way. With a grunt, he parries the human's blade aside. With a clawed hand he grabs the human by the collar of his armor and rams the human's head against his metal helm. There's a sickly clunk and crunch as the human's nose is broken. As Vakrath lets the human slide to the ground he passes his hooked blade through the human's midsection.
Arolyn brings his spear-tip down into the belly of the orc with sickening 'thuck' as it penetrates through the ground at his back. Ripping it forward again, blood spatter about him and his armor, painting his face and his fierce eyes like some barbaric hunter.
Nimir_Osprey gives a shout as Vakrath slays the young soldier, "Taleth!" His eyes burn with hatred as he looks at Vakrath, "Foul creature! That will be the last atrocity you shall ever commit!" With that, he moves toward the orc, sword at the ready.
Morgrath watches the closest human impales the snaga near her. Gripping the scimitar in her hands tighter she moves towards the human, weapon held above her and then brought down in a sweeping action
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and you parry her attack with your Spear!
Vakrath's eyes gleam with delight at the pain of the human commander. He hisses, "There is one who has died for your foolishness. I only wish I could spare you to tell his family." He laughs and tightens his grim on the scimitar and broadens his stance, awaiting the human.
Arolyn reels back as a blade comes crashing towards him. Steeping back quickly, he flings his spear in whirlwind motion before him, catching the blade with the shaft of his spear and sending it to his side. Bringing his shield before him, his spear completes it's motion and thrusts at Morgrath's midesction as he grunts.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Morgrath dodges your attack.
Nimir_Osprey growls and swings diagonally down at Vakrath's shoulder, "Die, cursed spawn of Morgoth!"
Morgrath jumps back as the spear is thrust in her direction. Laughing loudly, she steps to the side and then slashes with the black blade towards Arolyn's legs
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and she misses!
Nimir_Osprey attacks Vakrath with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!
Arolyn sidesteps the attack again, his lips curling in a grin. Pausing, he stands with a smirk, "Careful, beast. Save your laughter for a more appropriate time," and with that, he brings his shaft towards Morgrath's legs.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Morgrath dodges your attack.
Morgrath jumps above the sweep of the spear and loks at the man, "Is that the best white skin can do? You kill snaga you no kill me!" Sweeping with the scimitar she aims the black blade tords Arolyn's midsection
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and she misses!
Arolyn slips backwards deftly as the blade rushes beside him. Wordlessly, this time he wastes not a precious moment; pushing his own attack while the orc is recovering.attack morgrath
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Morgrath dodges your attack.
Morgrath is carried past the attack as she recovers from her own. Spinning as she passes Arolyn, Morgrath sweeps her blade at his unprotected back
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and she misses!
Vakrath has a few of his chain armor links depressed deeply into his shoulder as Nimir's blade connects, though the armor keeps him from being too badly wounded. He uses the momentum of the impact to swing around and make a cut at Nimir's midsection. He growls like a twisted animal throughout the entire ordeal, grunting when the impact was made.
Vakrath attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Arolyn luckily stumbles a bit forward, catching himselas he extends his shield arm to balance himself. Rising up again, he whirls about and slashes this time sidelong at Morgrath's arm.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Morgrath dodges your attack.
Nimir_Osprey steps back out of the way of the attack, bringing his sword up over his head, he hacks down once again at Vakrath. This time at his weapon-arm.
Nimir_Osprey attacks Vakrath with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.
Morgrath moves her arm as the spear's tip sweeps towards her. Taking a step backwards she pulls back the scimitar and then thrusts towards Arolyn's midsection
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and she misses!
Vakrath easily foils the others attack by swinging under the attack, thrusting his blade upwards to try and sever Nimir's left half from his right. "Gaaaaargh!" He screams as he does so.
Vakrath attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.
Nimir_Osprey sidesteps again, moving into a swing with one smooth motion. This time, his blade moves horizontally towards Vak's side.
Nimir_Osprey attacks Vakrath with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!
Arolyn whirls again, the blade passing by him. As Morgrath's attack sends her forward, he slashes down, attaempting to crash into her swordarm.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Your attack against Morgrath badly wounds her!
Vakrath tries to spin his large bulk out of the way but the tip of the sword catches a weak spot in the armor before he can. A few rings of mail fly off into the surrounding combatants. Blood flows from the newly created wound. Undaunted, Vakrath yells aloud and brings his blade in a large, downward arc to Nimir's shoulder. He seems to have lost self control, acting purely on rage.
Vakrath attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Blood flows freely from Morgrath's arm as the spear's tip slices into her arm. Caught in the anger of facing the human she presses on oblivious to the damage done. Sweeping with the blad she once more aims at Arolyn's midsection
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and you parry her attack with your Spear!
Arolyn's shaft comes crashing down into the blade as it glides towards him. Sending the tip down, he smiles again - taking a step back to look at the damage done, "Were are your words now, beast?" he grunts again, thrusting straight forward.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Your attack against Morgrath badly wounds her!
Nimir_Osprey hops to one side, avoiding the blade and going to one knee. He stabs hard at Vakrath's exposed back.
Nimir_Osprey attacks Vakrath with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!
Morgrath grunts loudly as the spear tip penetrates her side the wind knocked out of her as the spear enters and then is pulled from the wound
ARB: Morgrath has "passed" on her turn to attack.
Vakrath takes the hit to the back, Nimir's blade slicing another shallow wound. However, blood now flows from two places on his body. His Uruk rage, however, allows him to escape the pain of the blade and keep swinging. He spins around to face the agile human, bearing his blade infront of him first, trying to impact with Nimir's neck.
Vakrath attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar and mildly wounds him!
Arolyn pulls the tip out of the orc, standing back with his shield still before him. Smiling again, he pants - takinga moment to regain his stamina in case of another attack. "You grow weary, ugly one. Perhaps I should end your suffering?"
You forego your chance to attack.
Morgrath's red eyes narrow as she lookat Arolyn as he stands before her. Pulling the scimitar back she rushes at him sweeping the bade towards huim as she yells, "For the Eye!!"
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and she misses!
Nimir_Osprey ducks and the blade rings off the side of his helmet. He jerks his head backwards and swings upward at the orc's knee.
Nimir_Osprey attacks Vakrath with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!
Arolyn steps to his left this time, raising his spear overhead and turning it tip down. With swift motion depsite his weariness, he sends the spear thrusting downard, the force of gravtity aiding in it's descent towards Morgrath.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Morgrath dodges your attack.
Morgrath manages to step out of the spear as it moves down towards her. Stopping her motion Morgrath turns quickly swinging the blade before her towards Arolyn's midsection
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and she hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 3 hp's by Morgrath's attack...
...you have 77 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
As the blade finds it's mark, a link or two of chain fling from his armor. Wincing in painfrom the force of the blow, Arolyn stumbles forwards a step, catching himself in time to whirl around angrily, bringing the butt of his spear towards Morgrath's belly.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Morgrath parries your attack with her Scimitar!
Morgrath jumps back as the spear is jabbed towards her. Stepping quickly to the right, Morgrath thrusts her blade towards Arolyn's side
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and she misses!
Vakrath manages to deflect the blade away from his legs by using his off-hand. The blade bites deep, however, causing a heavy dent in his arm's armor. With a growl, he tries to grab on to the human's blade arm by lunging forward. His left hand goes for the weapon arm, his right hand thrust the scimitar towards Nimir's body.
Vakrath attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.
Arolyn thrusts his shield to his side, the blade grazing it as he steps out of the way of the attack. Whipping around 180 degrees, he thrusts again, this time at Morgrath's exposed back.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Your attack against Morgrath moderately wounds her!
Morgrath's armor is slashed as she steps forward and out of the sweep of the spear tip. Turning right, Morgrath thrusts at Arolyn's unprotected side
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and she misses!
Nimir_Osprey uses his shield to foul Vak's assault. As the orc passes, however, he stabs at the orc's ribcage.
Nimir_Osprey attacks Vakrath with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!
Vakrath is barely touched by the glancing blow from Nimir's blade. He responds with a gutteral, "Garn! That the best you can do, human?" He punctuations his statement with a brutal downslash with his blade, aimed for Nimir's shoulder.
Arolyn stumbles backwards, the blade slicing past him as it simply nicks his armor with a clink. Toppling backwards, he falls slightly, catching himself just in time to save his body from being vulnerable
You forego your chance to attack.
Vakrath attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.
Morgrath continues her forward attack as Arolyn stumbles backwards. Thrusting the blade before her she aims at the human's chect
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and she misses!
Nimir_Osprey grits his teeth as the blow bounces off his armor. Scrambling to his feet, he stabs down at Vak's chest.
Nimir_Osprey attacks Vakrath with his Longsword, but Vakrath parries the attack with his Scimitar!
Arolyn rolls over to his side, glaring up at the orc - his deep eye seems to consume any light that comes near it. With great effort, he pushes himself forward, lunging into his thrust with his weight.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Your attack against Morgrath badly wounds her!
There's a clank of metal against metal as Dale steel meets that forged in Mordor. The parry throws Nimir's blade off into a position where it will be difficult to retaliate. Vakrath presses his advantage against the human, completing the parry-repost maneuver.
Vakrath attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but Nimir_Osprey parries the attack with his Longsword!
The human warriors begin to be over-whelmed by the orcish horde. The human blades swing with greather skill, but the larger numbers begin to show their advantage.
Nimir_Osprey bats the attack away with his shield, stabbing again at his foe's chest.
Nimir_Osprey attacks Vakrath with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!
Stumbling backwards as the tip slashes her, Morgrath waves her arms slightly to keep her balance
ARB: Morgrath has "passed" on her turn to attack.
Arolyn smirks again, sweat pouring over his face - a few droplets stinging into his eyes as he watches the orc stumble. Tightening his jaw, he spits his words through clenched teeth - fire blazing in his voice as it rumbles, "I will send you and all your kin that have slain my friends to the balckest of pits, beast!" With these words, he thrusts again.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Morgrath dodges your attack.
Vakrath takes another glancing blow with his chain armor, once again, absorbing most of the blow of the hit. He staggers, briefly at the blow, and knocks the other's sword away before initiating his own attack. His movements are brutish and garish, not belying any skill or fighting style.
Vakrath attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!
Morgrath manages to avoid the thrust of the spear and starts to laughs as she absently wipes some blood from her face as she catches her breath, "Who goes to pits now?"
ARB: Morgrath has "passed" on her turn to attack.
Nimir_Osprey stumbles back from the blow, blood trickling from his chest armor. He smiles at the orc, "You seem to be a little unsure of yourself, orc."
Arolyn 's smirk fades, replaced with an anger that bruns deeper than any he has ever known in his relatively short life. "Enough!" he shouts out loudly, "This ends now!" Wipping his spear overhead, he sends the tip crashing down towards Morgrath.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Morgrath parries your attack with her Scimitar!
The men of Dale seem to rally a bit, pushing back the invaders slightly.
Nimir_Osprey says, "Why don't you take this oppurtunity to save your hide?"
Morgrath blocks the spear on the flat of her sword and twists the blade slightly to disentangle the two weapons. Using the motion she tabs the tip of the blade towards Arolyn's midsection
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and you block her attack with your shield!
Vakrath tightens his grip on his scimitar, blood flowing from the gashes. "Pagh!" Another human screams as he's cut down. Vakrath licks his lips, "Your men die. Can you hear them scream?" He calls, laughing. A small trickle of blood falls from his mouth. "You may kill me, but how many of your men die with me!" His voice cracks with delight.
Arolyn brings his shield directly in front of him, taking the whole of the force on it's falttened surface. With a thud and a crack, he takes a step back to absorb the force. The sounds of the battle now mingle in his mind - all reality blurs. The only thing that remains is this battle, this moment. Wishing it to end, Arolyn persues his enemy, thrusting again, this time directly at the orc's neck.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Morgrath parries your attack with her shield!
Nimir_Osprey's face grows grim, "Alright, then, you refuse." He barks to one of the men still standing, who raises a horn to his lips and emits a long note, "Now you've unleashed the wrath of Bardings on yourself."
Morgrath takes the thrust of the spear in her sheild with the ringing of wood and metal. Reaching the scimitar over her head she sweeps it down in an arc at Arolyn's shoulder
Morgrath attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and she misses!
The remaining soldiers retreat north, back to the hilltop,
Arolyn ducks and glides sideways, the blade passing directly to his side. While still crouched, he sweeps at Morgrath's legs, wary of the horn blast.
You attack Morgrath with your Spear...
Your attack against Morgrath mortally wounds her!
Morgrath falls to the ground bleeding from the last thrust of the spear
ARB: Morgrath has "passed" on her turn to attack.
Nimir_Osprey calls to Arolyn, "Come now, Taurdain! Let the cavalry take care of this lot!"
Arolyn's eys flash as the uruk collapses. Hearing his name, he snaps back into reality, looking over his shoulder as the men of Esgaroth flood the fields. Nodding, though he perhaps cannot see him, Arolyn turns to look at Morgrath's body upon the ground, frowns - spitting upon her as he turns to jog off towards Nimir.
Vakrath holds out his bloody finger to Nimir, slowly backing away from the human whose blood stains his blade. He hisses, "I shall return for your head, human." He grins, "Enjoy burying your dead." He raises his voice to call out to the living orcs, "Morgul! Pull back! Pagh! You useless snagas."
Nimir_Osprey nods to Vakrath, "I'll be waiting!"
Arolyn comes up to Nimir's side, a few scrapes and scratches on his armor. Wiping his mouth clean with his shield arm, he looks back over his shoulder to the ururks falling back, "It seems that there /were/ uruk present, aye?" he frowns.
Nimir_Osprey nods to Arolyn, "We should have come more prepared."
Nimir_Osprey says, "We lost good men today and it is my fault."
Nimir_Osprey says, "It won't happen again."
Morgrath crawls to her hands and knees staying there for several long moments before finally managing to stand though rather shakily
Nimir_Osprey trudges north, his face sullen.
Nimir_Osprey takes a ferry north.
Nimir_Osprey has left.
Arolyn follows behind Nimir closely