RP Log - Saving Awrilth

Saving Awrilth

A lone figure stands at the edge of the human encampment, his eyes staring out across the horizon - fixed upon the treeline there as he stands in idle thought. A glass of wine rests in his hand, while the other lays comfortably at his side. Raising it to his lips, he drinks of the liquid without any extraneous movements.

Stanson looking around, he finally heads to the lone figure, a hand resting on his short sword.

A sigh passes the man's lips, his breath becoming a bit more visible as it rises into the air before him in a fog. Watching it contemplatively, the young man simply holds his glass still - at least half the wine is still present, and looks as though has been for some time. By now, his features are a bit more prevelant - firelight passing over them occasionally.

Stanson coming up beside the man he looks out into the night, "How goes it?

Arolyn jumps with a start as he hears a familiar voice. Turning quickly, his hand flits to the dagger at his side, though his fingers relax somewhat as he recognizes Stanson. With lips curling into a grin, he inclines his head in greeting, "Well enough, my friend. When did you arrive? Or have I simply been that distracted so not to have noticed."

Stanson chuckles, "Probably a little of both, But I arrived just a couple nights ago", looking to the young lord, "And who did it go with the elves?

Arolyn shrugs his shoulders - turning to gesture over his left at the camp behind him, "As you can see, there are quite few present. In fact, Malachai and Rhuarc are but the two arrived thus far. I hope that more shall come soon. Aran Thranuil was a bit wary about sending any. It took me hours to convince him."

Stanson nodding as he thinks, He turns back to the night, "Can't say that I don't blame them, But this is their fight also if not now than later.

Arolyn nods, sipping at his wine. His visage is an odd one. A man looking son content and almost formal with his stern posture and glass of wine. Yet - across his back is strapped a weapon tainted with blood, and a bow to match. "Aye - as is what I told them as well."

Stanson nodding, "Well they might have something else in their home lands who is to say not us.

Arolyn sets his glass down upon anearby rock, and glances back to Stanson, "Aye - they were most concerned about their own homelands while the warriors were away."

Stanson nodding, "As I feel since we took a lot from ours.

Arolyn's hand strays up to the back of his neck, rubbing there at the tension that seems to prevade in every movement he makes, "That we did, but any chance to spill the blood of the uruk, I shall accept. I usually wish to avoid violence, but in this case . . . I cannot say it saddens me to hear their cries of death and pain."

Nimir_Osprey comes out of his tent, putting on his cloak. He approaches a nearby fire that appears to be dying out and adds a few pieces of kindling. He peers out into the dark forest, his face filled with concern.

Stanson nods, "Aye there is that, running his hands through his hair he peers back in the night shrouded woods.

Nimir_Osprey approaches Arolyn and Stanson, "Excuse me, lads, I need to speak with you about something."

Stanson nods as lets his hand rest on his short sword, "And I also sir need to speak to you also.

Arolyn nods, turning as he hears Nimir approach.

Nimir_Osprey says, "Near midnight, I sent a party of scouts out to scan the area nearby for the enemy. They haven't returned yet, and it's almost dawn."

Arolyn nods in thought, reaching over his shoulder, he lightly touches his spear with a smirk, "Shall we go find them then?"

Nimir_Osprey says, "I don't have time to get together another unit. Would you two mind coming along with me to find them? I know both of you are worth several good soldiers."

Stanson nodding, "Aye, I watched them leave also but have not seen their return", as he reaches under his cloak he pulls his studded helm out from underneath, caked in dirt.
Stanson puts on a studded leather helmet.

Arolyn inclines his head, "Of course, my friend. You know I am always ready."

Stanson unstraps his lether shield, "shall we then?
Stanson straps a small rounded shield to his right arm.

Arolyn reaches across his back and pulls the shield from it's spot there. gesturing with his spear, he nods to Nimir, "Lead on then, my friend."

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.
Nimir_Osprey nods as he arms himself, "Follow close."

Stanson unclasps his short sword but leaves it in the sheath
Stanson nods as he follows in behind the men.

Nimir_Osprey disappears into the northern forest, going north west.
Nimir_Osprey has left.

You go north west, entering into the domain of the northern Mirkwood forest.

Western side of Emyn-nu-Fuin
The mysterious and dangerous Emyn-nu-Fuin, the Mountains of Mirkwood, suddenly rise high and threatening east of you. There is a sea of dense fir-wood on the hills ahead and the cool and damp, but nearly overgrown old trails criss-crosses up to the hills.
The before dawn is dark and noisy, unknown creatures sneak by in the wood around you, howling and crying, causing the blood to freeze in your veins. Your light seems so small, it reflects in staring eyes between the trees then thins and fades out in the darkness. Huge, moss eaten and downfallen trunks, too slippery to climb over, cause a sickening smell in the cold air, blocking your way to the northwest.
No light from the stars or the full moon manages to break through the canopy this night, though the slight glow of backlit clouds can be seen at odd intervals.

Contents:
Nimir_Osprey
Chajakh
Sasha
Guldhek
Krugtuk
Awrilth
Mordor Forest
Obvious exits:
East, SouthWest, NorthEast, SouthEast, and West

Chajakh attacks Awrilth with his Axe, but he misses by a long shot.

Stanson makes his way through the forest from the south east.
Stanson has arrived.

Sasha looks behind him, rasping loudly at the group of uruks engaging the human, "There's enough of you to kill a dozen of them, get your sorry behind's here, I sense movement up ahead!" The logaz Sasha is crouching behind a tree with another snuffler, marked only with the Lidless Eye emblem. Behind the two, is the fight proper, several orcs, apparently of varying tribes and occupations, are circling the embattled human. The head snuffler's eyes gleam a bright yellow in the darkness as they sweep over the area before them. A long metallic rasp echoes through the night air as the logaz draws a curved, black blade.

Krugtuk places a large metal helmet on their head.

Awrilth slams theblow aside with his shield and hacks at the Uruks shoulders again

Awrilth attacks Chajakh with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

The axe bearer krugtuk takes a swing with his huge axe at the blueclad paleface with renewed vigour.

Krugtuk attacks Awrilth with his Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.

Awrilth moves more slowly to block this tiome obviously tiring though just managing as he is knocked against the tyree with the force off the blow

Chajakh knocks the longsword away with his shield and closes in on the man. The Uruk's steps seems to be twisting and shifting in stance as he attempts to turn Awrilth's back to the other Uruk forces. He lashes out with hi saxe to strike.

Chajakh attacks Awrilth with his Axe, but he misses by a handspan.

Nimir_Osprey comes plodding slowly up into the forest, Arolyn and Stanson close behind. He doesn't seem to be trying to be very sneaky and peers from side to side, as if looking for something.

Awrilth rolls his wrist to turns his sword in towards the Uruks legs in a quick slash

Guldhek wildly hacks at the human, under a loud "For the Eye!" and aims for his left knee.

Awrilth attacks Chajakh with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Guldhek attacks Awrilth with his Scimitar and lightly wounds him!

Arolyn strides but a step behind Nimir, his spear in hand used as more a walking staff at present. The sounds of clinking and screaming reach his ears, and his eyebrow quirk in the direction of the sound, "My . . . what is that noise?" he looks to Stanson and Nimir.

Awrilth swears as he is struck going down slightly before with a grunt forcing himself upright

Dutrock limps onto the scene, wearing only leather pants, with a blood stain on the back calf. His head snaps up at the sight of the fight, and starts to snarl, drooling a little, but ignoring it. His red eyes flash like the sun and he begins to walk sideways, foot across foot, staring at each and every person consecutively, eyes traveling around the camp.

Stanson coming up behind the two men he listens as he draws his short sword from its sheath.
Stanson pulls a short sword from his left hip.

Nimir_Osprey spies the lantern light up ahead and moves toward it warily, finally getting close enough to see. He motions to Arolyn and Stanson, then whispers something to them.

Nimir_Osprey pages Stanson and Arolyn: IC whisper: "When we leap from the bushes, try to make as much noise as possible, it may drive them off."

Between the fight and the new threat of humans, lie two dark forms in wait. Both of them spy the newcomers with yellow gleaming eyes and weapons drawn. They lie quietly at the moment, but after a moment's observation their steps begin taking them slowly backwards, towards the fight.

Arolyn nods in response to Nimir's words, and slides forward.

The dark shapes of wargs circle the fighting Uruk and men as if taking pleasure from the fight. Their fierce eyes gaze with what can be mistaken as blood in them ffrom the angle that the light hits them. Chajakh in the meantime, neary falls over as his balance is set off by Awrilths strike to his leg. As one of the few unarmored parts of his body, the black blood seems to flow without restriction other than the flapping of his flesh that blots it. Chajakh roars out," Damn ..fish-man!!Your skin will decorate the chambers of Khalekk for that!!." Chajakh slashes his axe down to catch the man with an attempted fateful blow.

Chajakh attacks Awrilth with his Axe, but Awrilth parries the attack with his Longsword!

Dutrock continues to walk for a short ways, then stops, crouching over to make his form even smaller, red eyes glaring out from the shadows, ready, waiting for any attack that might come, but deciding not to attack. He whips his head back and forth from form to form, noticing each one, but not all at the same time, his lips form a cruel snarl and he emits a slow hiss from clenched teeth.

Awrilth flpis his blade quickly to turn the axe slash off to one side attempting to throw the Uruk of balance as he slashes at his legs again all the while his eyes glancing around himself for means of escape

Awrilth attacks Chajakh with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Arolyn ocks his head to one side as he approaches the battle before him. A few bedas of sweat begin to form upon his brow as he looks to Nimir for the order.

Himself bleeding from many wounds and as more of his axebearers fall from the slashes of the paleface's sword, their logaz Krugtuk roars in hatred and strikes with a blind maddened force at the head of the blueclad Dalelander hoping to severe his head.

Nimir_Osprey leaps from the bushes with a shout, clanging his sword against his shield. He does not charge, thought, he merely stands were he has landed calls out, "Flee, agents of the Enemy! Flee for your lives! The host of the Lake is upon you!"

Stanson nods as he follows a little behind the two men in front of him, his short sword poised in front.

Krugtuk furiously attacks Awrilth with his Axe and lightly wounds him!

Guldhek pauzes to sniff in the air. Suddenly he moves to his Logaz, who is well-hidden and reports to him "You smell 'em too?There's more of them coming this way" He then grunts and sniffs again, gazing into the darkness.

Awrilth howls and curses as he is hit again this time the blood starts to run down his sword arm as his breathing becomes laboured and catches occasionaly

Arolyn jumps behind Nimir, his spear banging sidelong against his own shield as he shouts into the night's air. Features flush red with rage, and it seems to be quite difficult to constrain the urge to lunge into the fray.

Sasha appears from the darkness, leaping to stand between Nimir and his group of humans and the fight. Another snuffler waits several steps to the side from him. The logaz spit to the ground and points a clawed finger at Nimir. "Halt, human! The Eye is upon us. You may flee." The small uruk's voice is tortured, threatening and distinctive.

Stanson jumping out behind Nimir and Arolyn he stays a little behind the two men, waiting for further orders as he makes his way to the side of Nimir, cluching his short sword.

Chajakh stumbles back from the point of Awrilth's blade. The prick from its point seems not to hurt much but the difficulty seems evident of the Uruk gaining a reach inside the human''s longer blade. Yet, still Chajakh seems determined and with a forceful arm throws his shield to his front and swings his axe down upon the Lake-man.

Chajakh attacks Awrilth with his Axe, but he misses by a handspan.

Nimir_Osprey cuts his eyes to Sasha, "Come then, orc! Come and prove your might! Do you have the will?" Awrilth leans back as the blade whistles past and starts to grin his eyes lighting up as his comrades appear and the volume of his chant rising highing as he leaps onto the offesive

Awrilth furiously attacks Chajakh with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!

The defiant logaz, hunches lower, his yellow eyes boring into Arolyn as he steps forward. "Fool! I can hear you." The uruk raises his shield to rest before him and points his scimitar to the side, calmly in wait. The uruk looks behind him quickly, rasping, "Uruks! Gather around here.. new blood awaits you."

The wind whips through the predawn sky, whistling through the treetops high above, tugging at them as it does any bit of clothing about your person. The wind is bitter cold, hinting at the winter which is mere weeks away. Far far above large black clouds creep their rolling paths across the indigo sky.

Suddenly, Sasha's form crouches even more and he looks with wide yellow eyes around him, a snarl baring his teeth. Soon, his attention turns back to the human's ahead of him, "Fools! I said the Eye is upon you." He takes a long stride forward, looking from foe to foe. "You will regret you were ever born, manling."

Krugtuk, the axe uruk, sniffs the blood og the pale and hated apparition in front of him, gurgling. Suddenly he is caught of a few rays that seeks their way down through the canopy of the trees. The remaining of his compatriots suddenly look hesitant. Krugtuk cursees madly, but swings his axe at the Paleface.

Arolyn's eyes narrow and peer into Sasha's own - the deep eye of the human seeming to suck in the details of the uruk like the void. As he speaks, his lips nearly spit, "Know this - your kind have killed many of my kin and friends, and I myself take it upon me to deal the pain back to you tenfold." He pauses, and quickly glances skywards as the sensation passes over him, a quick shiver.

Krugtuk attacks Awrilth with his Axe and lightly wounds him!

Awrilth staggers back now bleeding heavily from his wounds Dutrock begins to emit a louder snarl from the bushes and his eyes glare like a beacon in the night, seemingly illuminating his face, he begins to move forward, snarling loudly, moving towards the human Awrilth, hands out stretched, ready for any sudden turn and attack by the human, but it doesn't come yet, and he creeps up on his back, ready to pounce.

From deep within this black wood, seemingly countless miles away, a faint cry can be heard. Low and mournfull, feral in nature, it rides the cold winds and lingers just on the edge of being completely inaudiable.

Stanson looking at the force before him he makes eye contact with one as he heads off to the side giving the rest of the men he is with some fighting room, holding his short sword out before him.

Dutrock attacks Awrilth with his Bare Hands, but he misses by a handspan.

Chajakh is thrown off guard by the sudden onslaught of the vigorous man before him. He striks his shield up and his axe to parry fury of thrusts and jabs taht come to him. With backward steps, Chajakh bumps into a nearby oak tree and his thus cornered for the time being. Parrting of the blows with the occasional push back against the man, Chajakh, growls out," Krugtuk...Stretch the man his length upon the ground..He has teh speed of a devil.."

Chajakh attacks Awrilth with his Axe, but he misses by a long shot.

Dutrock realizes his attack has failed, and snaps his head to the side, shuddering suddenly, as he senses an evil. He backs up a little, then looks back to Awrilth, growling slightly.

Nimir_Osprey looks around, a look of indecision in his eyes. His voice quavering a bit, he manages to point to Awrilth, "We must hurry! We have to save Awrilth and get away as quickly as possible."

Awrilth grins more broadly and stabs forward with his long sword aiming for the throat of the armoured Warrior in front of him speaking in the foul orcish tonuge

Guldhek growls and spits as he positions himself at the left side of his Logaz Sasha, slightly behind him. Noticing a smaller and less experienced looking human distinct himself from his group, Guldhek jumps aside, in front of Stanson and gnars "You will feel the wrath of the Eye Paleface!". He then leaps forward, stinging at the human's left shoulder.

Awrilth attacks Chajakh with his Longsword, but he misses by a hair.

Guldhek attacks Stanson with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.

Sasha moves one step to this side, then back again. His form twictches nervously and his yellow eyes narrow into cruel slits which peer back at Arolyn. "Ten fold shall be prayers you say to the night." The small uruk stands at ready, watching the human's every move.

The cry is echoed, loud and distinct, from what seems to be just a few feet to the south. It's source can not be seen for the shadows that choke this wood.

Stanson twisting his form out of the way barely, as fear tries to grip at him, cold sweat forms on his head, as he brings his blade slashing back across trying to spill the orcs blood on the ground before him.

Stanson furiously attacks Guldhek with his Short Sword and lightly wounds him!

Arolyn nods to Nimir, his eyes passing hatedly to Sasha as he quickly sideteps and rushes towards his friend, raising his shield as he possibly crosses Sasha a bit too closely. With a cry of battle almost musical, the Lord charges - spying one uruk and thrusting his spear at his midsection, "Back, spawn of the void! Leave my friend be, lest you end up slain by my hands!"

You attack Dutrock with your Spear...
Your attack against Dutrock lightly wounds him!

Suddenly a wave of determination and hatred moves through the few reamining uruks with the axes. Despite the coming of the cruel face of the sky and their many wounds they renew their attacks. Screeming "For the Eye and der Wolf!" They charge the Dalelander.

Krugtuk attacks Awrilth with his Axe, but he misses by a handspan.

A snuffler who holds himself to the back, crouches to the ground, looking into the skies. It's cry is shrill and fearful, "Nazgul! Nazgul!" It stares wide eyed at the morning sky, awaiting the arrival of his nightmares.

With his back against the tree, Chajakh throws aside Awrilth's attack and jabs and waits for an opening before lunging forth. Pushing off of the tree, his form is forced upon Awrilth and his axe his held up to come down with wrathful vengeance.

Chajakh attacks Awrilth with his Axe and moderately wounds him!

Dutrock, not noticing the aproaching human, gets stabbed in the side with a spear. He screams loudly, it is only a scratch, but it bleeds profusely with black blood, his hand reaches down and he touches the wound, grimacing, then he yells loudly in the orc tounge, "You humiesss will die!" hissing as he speaks, he moves forward towards his attacker, takes one long stride, then swings his fist directly towards the face of Arolyn.

Dutrock attacks you with his Bare Hands!...
...and he misses!

As Arolyn runs before Sasha, the snuffler uses his surprising quickness to to put him closer to his path. As the human passes by, the logaz slashes with his scimitar, aiming at the human's back. The snuffler maintains his shield before him, awaiting a retribution.

Sasha attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and you parry his attack with your Spear!

The howls are not heard again for some time. The din of battle rises to the heavents, steel crashing on steel, interspresed with righteous shouts and hideous battle cries.

Guldhek misses his target and clumsily stumbles forward. As he passes by, the human cuts his arm slightly as if trying to warn the Uruk. Regaining his balance and combat attitude, Guldhekpauzes briefly and listens to the loud cry. After a very short moment a grin appears on his face and with renewed courage swings at Stanson's chest.

Guldhek attacks Stanson with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!

Awrilth staggers as the blow strikes him driving him to his kneesbut not cutting off the flow of the chant as his eyes begin to glaze over stabbing upward from where he crouches down on one knee

Awrilth attacks Chajakh with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!

Dutrock jolts with fear halfway through his swing, and his prey gets away, he looks about him, snarling a little, then hissing. He stands completely straight for a minute, and his back cracks as he stands up, from not being straight for days.

Nimir_Osprey charges at Sasha as the small orc turns to attack Arolyn. Fearful determination fills his eyes as he stabs at Sasha's side, "Eru, guide me!"

Nimir_Osprey attacks Sasha with his Longsword, but Sasha parries the attack with his shield!

Arolyn ducks as he pulls his spear from Dutrock's body with a jolt. His face twists into a snarl as he hears the whirl of another attack. Quickly - and in the same motion - he slings his spear to his side and meets Sasha's attack. he notices Nimir charging, and once again whirls to face Dutrock, sweeping at the creature's legs.

Stanson feeling the fear grip him even more, he brings his shield around a little late, as he feels the enemies slip past the studded leather and into his chest, catching his breath he takes a step back catching his balance as hatred flashes in his eyes. attack dutrock

You attack Dutrock with your Spear...
Your attack against Dutrock moderately wounds him!

The uruks in heavy aprons and axes gets rekindled again by the mysterious power saturating the woods. With eyes like hot coals and bared fangs their leader hacks at the neck of the pale human, slumped by the tree. He's two comrades awaits their chans to strike right behind him, snarling and gibbering.

Sasha manages to bring his shield between him and his new opponent as he catches movement from the corner of his eye after a failed strike. The snuffler takes several backward steps, leading the human into following him, but slashes from abobve his head at the human's torso as he withdraws. From between ragged breaths he rasps, "The Shadow upon your Eru. The Shadow upon your lives!"

Sasha attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but Nimir_Osprey parries the attack with his shield!

Dutrock, still standing straight, again does not notice the oncoming spear, and is stabbed again in the same region, this time worse, and the blood does flow. It pours freely down his side, pooling on the ground, he begins to appear faint, and moves forward to attack Arolyn again, it is a weak attempt, but he trys to tackle him, jumping forward with arms outstretched.

Dutrock attacks you with his Bare Hands!...
...and he misses!

Krugtuk attacks Awrilth with his Axe and badly wounds him!

Awrilth moves quickly to get himself beside his friends spinning all the while his shield raised high

Chajakh ignores the pricking blade from the man and forcing hsi weight further upon the man, attempts to strike him to the ground with one last blow. His shield is moved aside to give him a stronger positioning. Guldhek notices that his last succesfull attack completely knocked Stanson off guard. He takes advantage of it by immediatly launching another attack, a little more carefull this time. He holds his shield in front of him as he slashes at the human's head.

Chajakh furiously attacks Awrilth with his Axe and moderately wounds him!

Guldhek attacks Stanson with his Scimitar, but Stanson parries the attack with his Short Sword!

Awrilth slams upwards even against the force off the blow as he throws his weight behind it.

Awrilth attacks Chajakh with his Longsword and badly wounds him!

Dutrock again, weakend by his loss of blood, stumbles as he jumps too Arolyn, and misses completely. He gets back up to his feet, head whiping from side to side, and then he looks back to his opponent, intent not to be stabbed again.

A chorus of chilling howls rise up from the surrounding wood at once. The cries seem to rise spiraling into the freezing air, you are surrounded, on all sides it would seem, though the source of the cries lies hidden in the wood.

Stanson seeing the blade come at him, he brings his short sword across to clang with his enemies as he takes a few steps back, before stepping in slashing at his oppenents leg, as his breath comes in a ragged breath, as hte blood flows down his armour.

Nimir_Osprey knocks the attack away with his shield, but does not follow his foe, "Cowardly orc! You must take me for a fool! I know your game. If you want me dead, you will have to come and take me!"

Stanson attacks Guldhek with his Short Sword, but he misses by a mile.

Arolyn once again crouches to avoid the flying uruk, raising as he passes by airborn. With a smirk, he spits on the uruk, and charges back a few steps towards Awrilth, yelling above the fight, "I am coming Awrilth! Death to you all!" and with that, he thrusts at the legs of a nearby uruk.

You attack Krugtuk with your Spear...
Your attack against Krugtuk moderately wounds him!

Sasha's low form stops in his tracks, his cruel eyes looking at the larger human. The uruk's face twists into a frozen snarl as he reverses his direction, coming again towards the human, his scimitar slashing at the human's feet this time. The small uruk presses on, ironically doing as human suggested.

Dutrock gets up, wiping the spit from his chest, and, unusualy, walks up to the human form that spit upon him, and draws his arm back, then snaps it forward, heel of his hand aimed directly at Arolyn's head.

Sasha attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but he misses by a long shot.

Dutrock attacks you with his Bare Hands!...
...and he misses!

The force of the blow into the near defenseless Tek'Rak doubles him over for an instant and causes him to totter back. As it seems th eman will soon approach again, Chajakh lahes out defensively and jerks his head looking about fo ran escape.

Chajakh says something unintelligible.

Nimir_Osprey steps back again and avoids the attack, hacking at the shoulder of his short foe.

Chajakh attacks Awrilth with his Axe, but he misses by a handspan.

Nimir_Osprey attacks Sasha with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

Continued Here!