Saving Awrilth
Continued from previous log . . . . .
Numerous four legged creatures with rough grey fur spring from the surrounding wood. Snarls rise from mouths of bared white fangs, and hungry yellow eyes disect the world into it's most basic elements: food and danger. Wargs! Many of the oversized wolves now move in closer to the struggle.
Sasha sidesteps the counterstrike, taking a rapid step backwards in unison with another swipe at the human's feet. As Sasha is a few steps from his opponent again, he rasps loudly into the air, "You flee and I'll have your heads, maggots!" He apparently wants to say more, but his attention is taken by Nimir.
Guldhek's attack is rather easily parried by the human. As the human steps back, slashing at Guldhek and missing, the Orcish Dog leas forward and swings low at Stanson's knees.
Guldhek attacks Stanson with his Scimitar, but Stanson parries the attack with his Short Sword!
Sasha attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
"Awrilth!" the Taurdain Lord, Arolyn cries aloud over the din of the battles. Wrags can be heard now, and for the first time - genuine fear fills his heart, "Nimir, we must fall back! We will be torn to ribbons!" With his words, he ducks by the attack of dutrock, and swings the butt of his spear at his face.
You attack Dutrock with your Spear...
Your attack against Dutrock severely wounds him!
Stanson bringing his short sword down and across quickly he slaps the blade with his enemies with a loud clang as he keeps on moving slowly backwards, thrusting with his short sword to put distance between him and his oppenent.
A truly massive Warg with only one eye lunges forward, snaping at Nimir's calf, even as the Orc Sasha engages the Dale-lander.
Stanson attacks Guldhek with his Short Sword, but he misses by a hair.
Dutrock looks up to see the effect of his attack just in time to see the butt of a spear heading towards his head, it hits, and it hurts. His nose is broken and bleeding black blood profusely, and it knocks him back to the ground, he snarls in pain and instinctivly kicks at the back of the human from the ground, hoping to knock him into the fray of the battle.
Dutrock attacks you with his Bare Hands!...
...and he misses!
The axebearers hesitates at the words of what seems to be a superoir cheiftain, but are still powered by some external power urging them on. Encouraged by the arrival of the wargs, the logaz throws a last slash at the fleeing human.
Krugtuk attacks Awrilth with his Axe, but he misses by a handspan.
Another warg, this one lean, leaps at Stanson, it's powerfull jaws seeking out his forearm.
Awrilth swings at The armoured uruk as he backs away towards his freinds his blood polling beneath him
Awrilth furiously attacks Krugtuk with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!
The wargs run past, snapping and snarling at anyone near. A slight chill feels the air, a brief wind hitting your body as you begin to notice an unfamiliar feeling, not a good feeling. A loud bark comes over the crowd, sort of shriekish, and the hounds change their formation, ripping at humans closest to them.
Arolyn takes but a step to his side, looking down upon the crumbling uruk. Again, he sneers as he speaks, "Now you shall taste death. May your soul find peace at last, beast." With that, he raises his spear and thrusts down at the uruk's belly.
You attack Dutrock with your Spear...
You have defeated Dutrock!
Your attack against Dutrock fatally wounds and defeats him!
Awrilth continues to back away his sword sweeping in front of himself to hold the enemy at a distance
Awrilth says, "Move move let us away now"
Awrilth glances quickly to the sides looking for an escape route
As Stanson wildly swing around his short sword and is moving backwards further, Guldhek yells over to Krugtuk "Hey I got a coward paleface that's trying to escape here!" Meanwhile he dodges another attack from the human, followed quickly by another swing at the humans head with Guldhek's scimitar.
Dutrock the weakend uruk begins to faint from loss of blood, but remains awake just long enough to be killed, the spear enters his belly, and it slams into the ground below him, black blood pools out from the uruk's dead body, and seeps into the shoes of Arolyn.
Guldhek attacks Stanson with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Nimir_Osprey again avoids the blow, continuing with his backpeddling. He hears the shouts of Arolyn and takes a quick look about him. As one of the wargs lunges at Nimir, the big man strikes with his shield and knocks the big thing off course and into the brush nearby. With a quickness pressed further by terror, he reaches to his belt and draws a horn to his lips, sending a call long and urgent. It echos ofd the trees and fills the air.
Chajakh stumbles up the slopes back toward the garrison, his wounds seem to slow his movements and the blood seeps from his wounds heavily. Nevertheless, he stands his front toward the man, as he steps back slowly withdrawing while fighting off the foe.
Chajakh attacks Awrilth with his Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.
Stanson seeing the sword coming he moves to the side, swinging at the creatures leg to give him some room.
Arolyn turns his eyes from the uruk as his spear embeds itself, turning to find where Awrilth stands again. Pulling it out with a grunt, a sickening thuck eminates, and he rushes to Awrilth's side, batting at the creatures with the shaft of his spear. "Awrilth - move! Now! Come to my side!" Again, he sweeps at another uruk's leg.
You attack Chajakh with your Spear...
Chajakh parries your attack with his shield!
Awrilth ducks swearing and stabs out one last time before running
Stanson attacks Guldhek with his Short Sword and lightly wounds him!
Awrilth attacks Chajakh with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!
Some of the nearby hounds attacking sniff out the bleeding corpse of Dutrock. They rush over and circle it, covering the corpse with their noses before taking a few small bites, followed by a feast.
Awrilth turns to sprint away stoping near the clearing as he calls out to his friends "Come noe lets go dammit "
The foul Wargs fight savagely, hunger fueling their every menacing growl, and deadly snap of their jaws. Blood is drawn from many cruel wounds upon human flesh. In many cases groups of the creatures gather to overwhelm the humans, and often fighting alongside the Orcs.
Sasha snarls as he sees the humans rout before his eyes. He motions with his scimitar for his own troops to follow. "Press on uruks! We carry the day, take their heads!" The snuffler himself continues cautiously after the humans, his weapon at the ready. His eyes go from retreating figure to another, then back to Nimir. "You cannot flee what you cannot outrun!" Sasha takes a long stride, standing very near his target and pushing the black scimitar horizontally at his opponent's chest.
Dwar looks to the sky and lets loose a long and shrill scream.
A shrill and high-pitched wail, full of despair and evil, echoes over the area.
Sasha attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but Nimir_Osprey parries the attack with his shield!
The two men upon him seem to be taking their toll on the Uruk. Chajakh stumbles to the sloping ground behind him and laying back upon a tree uses his shield to block aside some of the thrusts given to him. His axe flings out as a response.
Chajakh attacks you with his Axe!...
...and he misses!
Guldhek takes another insignifficant cut in the shin from Stanton as he continues to swing. He grins and growls "Paleface will never get Guldhek. Paleface will die!" Suddenly a heavy and dark feeling comes over him as a high-pitched scream echoes over the premises. "Nazgul!" passes through the snuffler's mind. He is unable to move for a few moments and completely forgets about the human he was fighting.
Arolyn squints as he looks skyward, a chill causing the hair upon his neck to stand on end, "Mecry upon us . . ." he mutters and quickly turns to search for Stanson. Spying him in his fight, he bats away at another warg - smacking his shaft upon it enough to back it off momentarily, he looks up in time to catch the uruk attack, and sidesteps it - answering with a thrust of his own as he attempts to pass the uruk on his way to Stanson.
You attack Chajakh with your Spear...
Your attack against Chajakh lightly wounds him!
Nimir_Osprey grits his teeth as he once again knocks away the orc's attack. Even in this show of defiance, the fear in his eyes is very evident. He hacks madly at the orc's sword-arm.
Nimir_Osprey attacks Sasha with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.
"If we go - we go now, Stanson!" Arolyn shouts as he rushes to his friend's side.
Dwar carefully treads the path uphill towards you.
Dwar has arrived.
Awrilth turns from the cleariong edge and seeing his friends commited returns to thr fight cautiously
Keeneye gorges her scared muzzle in the butchered gut of a fallen man. All the while her spitefull eyes stare over her kill towards the battle.
Chajakh throws aside his shield and lashes out at the fleeing man with a two hand grip upon his axe..With all his force he attempts to drive it into teh man's knee's to send him tumbling down the slopes.
Chajakh throws his shield to the ground.
Chajakh removes Orcish Shield.
Krugtuk attacks Awrilth with his Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.
Chajakh attacks you with his Axe!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 8 hp's by Chajakh's attack...
...you have 72 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
Dwar quickly stomps in from the west. His cold blue eyes gazing over the battlesecene as he shakes his head. In anger, his lifts the mace amongst his right hand to the side, and swings it nonchalantly, clipping down a smal tree. He points forward with his left hand and hisses, "Houndssss, fetch the heathensss!" He hisses, followed by a loud bark in order.
Sasha dodges the hack with a quick move of his body. He slows down at Nimir's side, sharp teeth biting his lips as he attempts again to hit his opponent, this time bringing the curved blade from above his head, aimed at the human's shoulder. The snuffler's breathing is ragged and produces a rasping, tortured sound. The small uruk works at a frenzied pace, driven by the fear he has for the favorites of the Eye and a need to prove his worth.
Sasha attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.
Awrilth closes on the armoured orc as he hurries forward his face drawn into a mask of rage and hate
Stanson fear gripping him coldly, he backs away wildly, not paying attention to the one he was fighting.
Awrilth attacks Chajakh with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!
Dwar growls out to the hounds, with each syllable leading to a new command. He lowers down his armored arm and again shakes his head, "By the eye, thisss is pitiful!" He steps froward, his eyes focusing on Awrilth, his eyes glowing in either suspicion or anger in the heat of the battle.
Arolyn's leg crumbles from the force of the blow to his leg, toppling over onto his face as he lands sprawled upon the grass. Cursing and he rolls quickly, he glances to see the blood that trickles from under his armor. Pushing himself to his feet, he wobbles and wavers as fear grips his heart. hearing the tree crash, he pushes himself to his feet and darts back several steps, "Stanson! Now!"
You forego your chance to attack.
Awrilth says, "You all owe me one get out of here that is command stanson"
The blades force crashes down upon Chajakh and is fended away by his mail, yet the blow still draws up a pain to his shoulder where it struck. Lashing his axe back and force to keep the man away, Chajakh's face furiously enraged shouts out," To me!! Krugtuk!! Get thsi maggot off of me..To Your Tek'Rak!!" Chajakh lashes out.
Chajakh attacks Awrilth with his Axe and mildly wounds him!
Slowly becoming able to move again, Guldhek turns to Stanson again, his scimitar pointing at the human's throat and hisses "You ain't fleeing from the Eye! You heard the Naz!" He waits and quickly throws a look over his shoulder to see if any other Uruk is coming to help him yet and awaits Stansons move.
Nimir_Osprey goes to his knees, his eyes leveling with the orc, "Kill me then, coward. Take what you haven't earned."
Slowly becoming able to move again, Guldhek turns to Stanson again, his scimitar pointing at the human's throat and hisses "You ain't fleeing from the Eye! You heard the Naz!" He waits and quickly throws a look over his shoulder to see if any other Uruk is coming to help him yet and awaits Stansons move.
Dwar continues to stand next to the snapped tree. His eyes focusing on Awrilth, but doing nothing more. The hounds whom made their kill make their way back to Dwar, only to look up at him and snarl, then head back to the scene in order. Dwar remains quiet, motionless, but for his eyes...
Awrilth attacks Chajakh with his Longsword and badly wounds him!
Stanson seeing the creature before him look over his shoulder he makes a wild dash back to the southeast
Arolyn limps quickly to Stanson's side as he attempts to fall back. He sizes up Stanson's opponent in an instant as he rushes to his side, thrusting at the uruk to back him off, "Back beast!"
You attack Guldhek with your Spear...
Your attack against Guldhek moderately wounds him!
Another pain strikes Chajakh, yet his Orcish endurance keeps him awake and aware..As teh Lake-man retreats, Chajakh with one last effort brings both hands upon the axe and draws it over his head to throw it upon him.
Chajakh throws an axe...
Chajakh's axe throw hits Krugtuk, lightly wounding him!
The axe lies now upon the ground now at his feet.
Awrilth back away quickly turning on his heel to stand beside arolyn and trying to get him to back away
Sasha freezes as Nimir falls to his knees before him. The uruk spits at his face, then his features form a strange look. He takes a step backward, looking suspicious and cautious. His head looks from side to side, notices some uruks engaging and harming Awrilth. His eyes widen, then turn back to Nimir. "Perhaps later, human.. now, be off with your nightmares." The snuffler leaps to the side, darting towards Awrilth and the embattled uruks. Halfway there he rasps, "Gundruls! Hands off that human!"
Awrilth ducks as the axe sails past sl;ashing out at the Uruk who did it
Chajakh reaches to the ground to lift up an axe.
Chajakh reaches down to pick up the hide covered shield.
Stanson dodges aside Guldhek, and manages to escape!
Stanson has left.
As the axebearers of Krugtuk pursues the retreating Dalelander with blood in their mind, the logaz is suddenly hit with a axe that klongs into his helmet. He stops, hissing and making skidmarks in the soft ground, to see who the offender is, while the other uruks continue their pursuit.
Stanson tries to flee the Uruk, heading southeast. He is about to engage a pursuit as another human fighter comes rushing in on him from his side. Guldhek quickly throws his shield to his left but is too late and gets cut in his arm. Thick black blood drips from his wounds as Guldhek shouts out behind the fleeing humans "This is not the last you've seen of me coward paleface!". As Arolyn is no match for Guldhek, he retreats from the human warrior and joins his Logaz Sasha, recovering from the fight.
Dwar takes his glance away from Awrilth and continues to shake his head in anger. He slowly raises his armoured hand and barks out, "Control thessse heathens, or disrespect the Lord's command. Choossse one!" He turns his back ever so slightly and stomps off, "Be paid for your duties, or pay for your dutiesss. Decide, Buub!"
Dwar descides to follow the narrow road leading downhill.
Dwar has left.
Awrilth stops to one side out of sight of the dale-landers and bows to the Nazgul dropping to one knee
Nimir_Osprey manages to get to his feet. His legs are unsteady as he peers around, he watches to wear Sasha goes and mutters quietly, "Honor among scoundrels, eh..."
Sasha notices Guldhek retreat from the lines, he stops in his tracks and points a finger at the fleeing humans. "After them, you maggot!" With that, the angered logaz storms towards Krugtuk, "Get up and attack that!", he points at Arolyn, and looks at the uruk on the ground.
Arolyn takes a few steps back - his eyes darting from side to side, "Run like dogs you cowards! Run from Lynhirryn lest you join your cousins upon her metal!" He continues to fall back cautiously.
Guldhek nods and gathers his final strength. Then, following Stansons track and smell, he starts to run very quickly towards the southeast, motioning another snuffler dog to follow him.
You forego your chance to attack.
Guldhek dodges aside Arolyn, and manages to escape!
Guldhek has left.
Half blinded from the blood of the injure the axe caused, he looks stuidly at the snuffler Tekrak. Suddenly realising the order he charges forward at the other human lord.
Krugtuk furiously attacks you with his Axe!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 7 hp's by Krugtuk's attack...
...you have 65 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
Arolyn raises his shiled as he watches the uruk press his attack. With a grunt, he stumbles back a step - the axe blade passing into a few chains of armor, his blood now flowing slightly from his side. With a grunbt, he rapidly spins his spear overhead, and using the momentum thrusts at the uruk's chest.
You attack Krugtuk with your Spear...
Your attack against Krugtuk badly wounds him!
Nimir_Osprey stumbles towards Arolyn, shouting, "Where's Awrilth??"
Sasha's form heaves with a heavy sigh as he sees the uruks turn upon the enemy once again. The snuffler turns to the enemy lines, watching Awrilth for a moment before starting with long strides towards the humans, rasping, "Flee from these woods now, your coming here was a grave mistake which will bring misfortune upon your lines!"
The battle crazed axeberer loagx krugtuk, watches with a roar as his axe bears into the chainmail of the tall human. As his strike is responded, he is spitted in the side of his chest, his heavy leather apron taking most of the trust broad ribcage the reat. He hisses at the pain and glares at the human with fiery red eyes. In the corner of his eye he sees the other axe men taking of, either in pursuit or in flight. He jerks himself free and tries to follow them.
Krugtuk dodges aside Arolyn, and manages to escape!
Krugtuk has left.
Nimir_Osprey feels newly invigorated, his eyes burning with rage. He turns to Sasha, "Will you come and face me now? Now that your precious Nazgul has let you to fend for yourself?"
Arolynturns as he sees the uruk flee, calling out to Nimir as he turns to sprint back towards the camps, "Nimir! We have our chance!" And with that, he begins to dart off, pauing to look over his shoulder at Nimir and sighing. "Nimir, we must go - NOW!"
Guldhek comes rushing in from the se, followed by another snuffler dog. He scans the area and sees Sasha. Guldhek runs to join his Logaz and reports, catching his breath "I tracked 'em down to the Grassy Knoll Logaz, ran into their encampments. There's two dwarven camps and one Dale. Lot's of enemies there, armed to the teeth.
A harshm rasping laugh echoes in the morning woods. Sasha looks at Nimir, "The Eye sees all and his weapons are amongst you. There is no escape." With that, the logaz stops in his tracks, forgetting pursuit and turning to Guldhek ..
A slight shadow moves soundlessly through the trees on the outskirts of the battle. Keep downwind from the Yrch no sent or sound gives its presence away as it crouches between the trees silently watching
Nimir_Osprey looks to Arolyn and slowly nods, "Alright...."
Arolyn waits for a moment, to be certain that Nimir follows - and then, he vanishes towards the camps.
Arolyn comes staggering into the camps, holding a bloodied spot on his side where the armor was breeched, and limping a bit.
Nimir_Osprey comes staggering down the hill, behind Arolyn. He appears uninjured, though he has a very pale color. He stops and turns, throwing his sword and shield to the ground. He then turns and faces the dark forest, raising his fists in the air, a enormous shout rushes forth from his lips as his fists wave defiantly, "IF IT TAKES ME TO MY LAST DAY I WILL CLEAN YOUR STAIN FROM THE EARTH!!" With that, he collapses to his knees and begins to weep.
Arolyn turns about on his heels, though a bit less graceful than normal. Sighing as his lips curl into a frown - Arolyn hobbles to Nimir's side and takes a pained seat at his side upon a rock, "My friend . . ." he is lost for words to comfort.