Osgiliath: Western Ruins - Gondorian Garrison

        Amidst the ruins of the former splendour that was Gondor's capital of old is a fully-operational battle camp. At least a dozen tents are scattered around the ruins of the city here, each flying a small pennon of the White Tree on a black field that flaps in the daytime breeze. Guards in similar livery patrol the area here, dressed at all times in shining silver mail and with Halberds on their shoulders.
        The guards here seem very uneasy, though they try to hide it...their gazes cannot help but hover eastwards, to the black wall of the Ephel Duath and the dark land that those mountains enclose..
        Even on a cloudless, sun-filled day such as this, a dim haze seems to hover over the mountains to the east...a haze that darkens as you look further and further into the skies of the black land. Perhaps it is your imagination, but you fancy you see a dull red glimmer on the eastern horizon...
 

Kylier rides in, his horse fresh, his clothes perfect as he tries to keep him self. He continues on into the camp. A young Gondorian attempts to stop him which only gets a stern glare from Kylier. Seeing many that he knows, he rides on into the camp.

Malahir stands with a guardsmen at a post on the western perimeter of the camp. His stare continues to be on a horseman that approaches swiftly. Making toward him, he calls out to the guards that halt his unexpected arrival, "Ho there rider.", looking upon the face darkened by shade of the fort. Shading his own eyes from the morning sun, Malahir demands to know, "What is your business here sir?".

Kylier trots his horse on up, the armor around his horse, and about his own body, make for a clatter. Upon reaching the speaking man, who he now recognizes as Malahir, he reigns in Dorin "Well Malahir, I was asked by a nice messanger to come here, he gave directions, so..." He looks about the camp and then leans forwarn on the sadle "If I was mistaken then I shall leave, well enough good sir?"

Malahir blushing face is illuminated by the early rays of the sun, causing him to figit nervously with his silver belt buckle. Shaking his head, he motions the rider forward into the camp with a quick wave of his hand, "Lord Kylier, it is you..I pray thee come, I believe that you have genuine business here, you wouldn't have known where we are otherwise. Did the messenger inform you who gave him the message?"

Kylier still leans forward in his sadle and nods "Aye, it was a friend, Analdin it was." He sits up and nods his head and speaks the name again Analdin. Then as the rucus is raised in the camp he looks forward to see what could cause such.

Malahir places his hand on the rider's horse, patting the beautifully groomed main, "Fine horse Kylier. Yes, Analdin is resting yet, I will inform him you are here. I understand, our lieutenant is acting very strangly of late. I have reason too believe his trips to his home town village are not just to get away from the stress of duty."

Kylier nods and pats Dorin's neck "Aye, that would be well. I had hoped to see Analdin right away, but..." He shruggs "I can understand the rigors of running such a camp." He watches Malahir for a moment, his eyebrows crease slightly "Well things can worry even such a strong man as Lt. Analdin, I would not pay it much mind."

As the pair approach, a number of noises can be heard from within Lieutenant Analdin's tent. Along with the tell-tale sounds of a man moving about, if rather slowly, and of mail rustling and the clang of metal on metal, there can also be heard a low voice grumbling. A rather loud curse comes at one point, right after more metal hitting some of its kind is heard. The voice that floats into the morning air is not, however, the lieutenant's normal tone. Other than the obvious cursing and growling of a soldier, behind all that is a hint of sadness.

Malahir nods, and takes Dorin's reins, "The Lieutenant's tent is over wonder, but could I have you take your steed over to the stable post, it's not much shelter for him, but it's all we have", squinting up at the lord ontop of the magnificent beast, "Why shouldn't I worry, he is my friend sir".

Kylier thinks for a moment, his reluctance shows then he nods. He drops the reigns and swings his leg over the horse as he leaves the saddle. He nods and looks at the pointed tent "Aye, I see it, there, that one?" His own arm comes up and points to one in particular amongst those that are about the camp.

Yet more noise comes from the Lieutenant's tent, and the sounds grow louder as it is approached. More grumblings, rather loud at this point, and curses can be heard. The men about the camp, though they give the tent worried looks, walk wide out of the way to avoid it.

Malahir looks toward the direction of the Rohir's outstretched arm and shades his own eyes with his hand, "Aye sir. That empty wooden post there, with the trough by it. We only use it to rest up couriers steeds. I can ask the scouts if you can use their ad hoc stable, but I wouldn't want to presume", walking on the opposite side of Dorin, he peers across his back at the tall Rohir, "Why are you so far from home Lord?"

Kylier turns his head from the horse and looks at Malahir, intently. "To speak with you sir!" With that said he makes his way to Analdin's tent, his back now to Malahir as he takes careful strides. His cut blond hair contrast with his green cloak, yet it flows as if there was a wind as he walks.

Analdin steps, finally, from the tent. His eyes the dark blue they tend to favor when he is angry, sweep over the camp shortly before he moves away from the shadow the canvas casts on the ground. A brow rises as he catches a glimpse of the Rohir striding toward him, and he sweeps a lock of hair from his eyes, grimly watching the man approach.

Elidran steps out of the fort, glancing about at the various other guards scuttling about.

Malahir raises a brow and forces a cough, "I see sir, I'm off duty tonight, you can meet me at the camp fire if you'd like...", trailing off as he espies his lieutenant appear from his tent.

Kylier continues on, seeing his old friend, he smiles, the chain mail catching the glint of the morn sun as he strides forward, strong powerful strides. As he reaches Analdin he bows his head slightly "Ah Lord Analdin, I did get your message, tis good to see ye again. I do hope ye fair well."

Malahir goes through the motions of saluting his superior, stepping aside to let the Rohir make his greeting.

Analdin remains where he has stopped, and as Kylier approaches, he returns the slight bow of his head. Yet his eyes narrow slightly, and he says in a quiet tone, "I fare well enough, Lord Kylier, and 'tis good to see you again too." This he adds, his tone a bit softer in volume, though harder in tone itself, "I am a simple soldier, and hold no lands nor title. I would ask you, call me Analdin or Lieutenant, but never," his voice lowers, almost dangerously, "never lord." With that, his whole look lightens, and he adds with the hint of a smile, "Though I am most certainly glad you recieved my message. Tell me, how fo you yourself fare this day?"

From the fort, Vorlain enters the encampment. On their first sweep his eyes pick out the form of Kylier and smiling he jogs over towards him and calls out, "Kylier!! It has been to long? What brings you here? We are about to go east and most likely to battle...."

Kylier chuckles and nods "I fare well *Sir* Analdin, come, let us take a walk if ye be so inclined, seems that I have much to speak with ye about." He looks about the camp, noticing the familar battle look of it, before he glances at Analdin. He holds out a hand in a direction from all those about, though it is hard he motions in that way, to Analdins left. "Please sir, I can only ask of ye to do so."

Looking up to see his rovacil cousin and lieutenant of the White Tree company, Malahir salutes sharply, his face serious as he awaits further orders.

Elidran watches Analdin and the other speak as he steps from the fort, adjusting his sword belt. Contemplatively, he glances over the men milling about.

Analdin shakes his head silently, eyes also going to the soldiers ready to march and the general look of battle, "I would most certainly enjoy a walk, even if it be just around this fortification, but..." trailing off, he turns his gaze to Kylier, "I cannot. We are prepared to march to battle, and I cannot in any way escape it." He adds an almost muttered phrase to that. Though he casts Malahir a quick look, his eyes turn quickly back to Kylier, "If you wish to, you may join us in it... but I cannot leave it. We march as soon as -" he cuts off, seeing Vorlain come from the fortification, "Too soon." is all he adds to that.

Malahir catches the look from his chief and nods knowingly. Turning swiftly he gathers his lieutenant company with a blow of a wooden whistle, "Company ho. We march, form a line now", accessing the quickness of the trained men with a smile.

Kylier sighs and quickly speaks, though he attempts to hold his voice down it still carries "I would be honored to do so sir, if you would find my blade useful. But I cang only say, I see a change in ye, but tis not the time to show it to ye men. Be strong and what ever ills ye, we can speak, if you wish, later. But for now Analdin, your men look up to you and see the anger and hurt that ye show, tis time to be strong for them. For if it be a battle, some of them shall not be going home." His voice grows strong "Be strong for them." He nods and looks about the camp as he speaks and walks away, to his horse.

Analdin nods silently to Kylier, though he purses his lips and says nothing save, "'Tis time for battle. For up with me and my men, if you wish, or wherever it is that you think you may be of most use for," pausing a few moments, he adds, "You will be of help wherever you fight." With that, swiping another vagrant piece of light hair from his eyes, he turns and steps toward his company, watching those other officers about and waiting.

Vorlain turns to the assembled party and says, "You've been here long enough now to know the drill I believe. Our goal is a suspected barricade on the east side of the bridge. We shall get as close as we can without being seen then attack. OK?"

Malahir shakes his head, but remains stoic in front of the officers gathered for this small raiding party.

Boromir steps from the entrance of the fortification, his shield already on his arm. He almost hurries down the steps so eager is he for battle. Stoping as he draws near to Analdin and Vorlain he says simply, "Are we ready then? If so let there be no further delay."

Kylier listens to Vorlain as he gains the saddle of his horse, his sword now ready. He can only simply nod as he then looks at Analdin and smiles. "I Kylier of Rohan can only say that I pride myself in fighting along side such as those gathered about. I feel privledged to do so." He looks at the blade, sunlight glimering off it "To fight along side such as here can only give me strenghth."

Analdin steps up beside Vorlain, listening as he speaks. And, as Boromir approaches, he nods solemnly, "Quite ready, sir." he says softly, looking about at the others assembled, eyes falling espicially on Kylier.

Malahir dismisses the company, giving the quarter master a scroll to aid in how the defense of the camp should be arranged while the officers are away. The guard nods to the corporal and leads the rest of the company to their posts.

You walk onto the bridge, heading towards East Osgiliath.

You move along the bridge, coming ever closer to East Osgiliath.
Osgiliath: The Great Bridge - Center Section
        Once the center of Osgiliath, shining far above the mighty waters of the Anduin, the center of the bridge has fallen into hideous disrepair. No longer do minarets sparkle into the air with their presence casting dancing shadows onto the water. No more do the pinions flutter, proclaiming with pride the strength of a swelling nation. Instead the mighty towers have been cast down into the waves, their broken corpses hidden among the raised earth and grim, stoney pilons. The bridge itself is functional; large stones weathered and cracked, but still supported by roots neither the hands of time nor those of Eastern hordes have dared to destroy. There is room enough to march an army here, despite the few sorry gaps that leer like broken teeth along the length of the central bridge.
 

Faramir lifts a trumpet to his lips and lets out a long and echoing call, it finishes on a high note. The call of Faramir! and on the bridge to the east marches the looming beast Tarnok and his kin and the ranger stands tall high upon a thrown down ruin of a once tower, "For Gondor! Gondor!" he cries.

Llachhal follows Faramir from a distance, then closes it rapidly as he hears the horn call. He comes into sight of Faramir, where he stand on the bridge, moving to stand behind him and to the right, his hand on his sword hilt.

Kylier turns his head as he hears the trumpet. His horse is held up slightly as he does. Then with a mind of his own Dorin begins to stamp his feet and paws slightly. He urges Dorin on. He tries to gain the direction of which note came from.

Tarnok stands in behind his scout by a good 20 yards. AT hearing a cry for farthe up the bridge he glances up and hisses to the uruks "Tacks!! make yourself readly for battle!1" he then bends down and picks up and large rock. bringing it to the readly he waits till the humans get with in he range so he can toss at the on coming force.

Boromir strides at the for of the group approaching from the west, heeding his brothers call to battle.

A broad-shouldered, black-clad shape skulks along edge of the great bridge a short distance ahead of the Olog-hai, slipping around the broken holes which gap it's weathered stone surface. The Uruk-hai, Gorbag, carries a broad-headed spear in his two-handed grip, it's sharpened point sticking upwards as he walks. Narrowed eyes glint in the morning light as he turns sharply to stare westwards, his teeth gritting behind helm's facemask at the Warlord's booming command. Instinctively drawing back several steps, he lowers his weapon's point and watches for the oncoming foes.

Analdin follows in quietly behind Boromir, his shield already helt at the ready for battle, and his hand on his sword hilt. Glancing around, his grim look becomes grimmer, and he keeps a wary eye on the enemy before them.

Malahir walks in stride with his lieutenant, his eyes darting from one side of the ruins to the other. The all to familiar battle ground begats a shudder from the stoic guard.

Lupbort moves quietly with his captain, the party arranged carefully to scout the area. Turning his jet black eyes form left to right he lets their hollow gaze stare codly at the troll, mumbling something about how their to big for this type of mission and then grasping tightly the hilt of his scimitar and hugging closely the metal ring of his shield he continues to slither forward, his senses perched to their edge and thin flakes of steam creeping from the tips of his flaring nostrils.

From the west, spurred by Faramir's call, Vorlain surges forward taking up the cry of, "Gondor! For Gondor!", he moves to take up a position on Boromir's left flank, almost he overtakes his Captain but he checks his pace a little at the last moment and moves level with him.

Relkin moves towards you from the west.
Relkin has arrived.

Kylier spurs his horse onwards and as he gains Boromirs side "comand me, I ask ye for Gondor shall I fight, where do ye want me M'Lord." Though he speaks he nevers takes his eyes off the foes before him.

Elidran surges forward alongside Vorlain and Analdin and the others, whipping his sword fropm it's sheath!

Tarnok hisses faintly then smiles as he thinks the human are now with in his rang to throw rocks at(about 100 yards), he then brings up his rock and takes aim at the oncoming mass of tark flesh and lets his rock fly into there ranks. Hopeing that this will slow there advance.

Faramir turns to the elder man by his side and nods his head curtly, "Come O Llachhal, bring with you your Bow and stand tall beside me old friend. For the Lord Boromir shall stand well before these that menace us, we will draw our arrow-point upon them!

Tarnok throws a boulder...
Tarnok's boulder flies wide, doing no harm.

Relkin put's the shield on his shoulder.

A piercing hiss escapes through Gorbag's tightly-drawn lips, his slitted eyes darting nervously from side to side as he watches the approaching enemy. "Blasted rebels..." He growls, dropping low into a crouch and drawing back another step. "Ho, Lupbort! Come shield my side, maggot... " His rough voice trails off, eyes focusing upon the nearing men of Gondor.

Analdin draws his blade, the sound of metal slicing through air as he pulls it smoothly from his scabard. Taking a couple quick steps, his brings himself up even with Vorlain, looking carefully about. His eyes narrow at the sight, though a twinkle of light can be seen shining off them as he peers at the foe. Holding his blade at the ready, he looks questioningly to Boromir, though says nothing and simply continues advancing.

Boromir slows his pace towards the foe, pausing to say, 'Vorlian! You and I shall take the troll. Analdin! You and our Rohir friend the other. The rest may guard our flanks. Not waiting for discussion the son of Denethor again puts on speed towards the enemy before him.
A shadow flashes across Malahir's line of sight, and the corporal instictively raises his noble families shield. Ducking to add protection from the unknown object, a boulder lands with a crash into the ruins beside him.

Lupbort slowly places his shield behind his back as the boulder is thrown and drawing forth his own bow he carefully places a missle in its string. Pulling back gently with a tug to the fabric he snarls and turning the blazing heat of his black, bottomless eyes on the distant shapes of the tarks he moves to aim the projectile towards one of their unfortunate forms, his mind caculating the distance as well as it can before launching the arrow freely.

A scrawny Orc, completely and absolutely naked excepting an oversized horned helmet that rests loosely atop his head charges from the ranks lining the eastern side of the bridge. In one bony hand he clutches a dented scimitar, which he whips around over his head. A shril cry of "Death to the Tarks!" rises up from the strange creature as he awaits the charge.

Tarnok hisses fainly as his rock misses it mark, he then bends down quickly and grabs a large bit of rubble to use as a weapon. He then frowns as he has some trobble bringing this to the readly as he pick up a large, but crumbling bit of rubble.

Kylier spurs his horse on, and quickly kills the orc attacking as he outgains those that he fights with. A yeall of Helm comes from him as he continues on.
Vorlain doesnt hesitate but follows Boromir a step behind. As he charges he manages to call out, "Yes Sir!", with an explosion of air.

Llachhal glances at Faramir, then back at the enemy, especially the leaders. His eyes gleam with hatred, but his voice is low as he addresses Faramir. "My lord, give me leave to fight this night with sword, not bow. For I would fain take down one of those who were there when Ra was killed, even if I may not reach the troll to engage him." Looking back over the black orcs between him and his target, he adds quietly, "Though if you commmand it, I will do my best to shoot them down instead."

Elidran follows Boromir and the others, his sword held high, "Gondor!" He cries resoundingly as he faces the enemy.

Lupbort launches an arrow...
Lupbort's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

At the Captain-General's words, Analdin nods sharply. Looking about for a moment, he finally catches sight of the horsed man, giving him a quick shout and jogging toward him, dodging away from any blow that may come toward him. "Kylier!" he calls, "Come, take that one with me!" he motions toward Gorbag, finally catching up with the Rohir.

The naked Orc bangs the flat of his scimitar against the top of his helmet, growling fiercely.

Boromir draws nigh to the massive troll before him. It dawns upon the stalwart that he has seen this one before. He bellows a warning to Vorlain, 'Ware this one! His hide is tougher then that of a Mamuk of the south!" But still this past experience does not worry him.

Some of the onrushing Gondorians are forced to dodge and swerve as arrows whistle through their ranks.

Kylier turns his horse sharply to the right as he catches Analdins words. Dust flies as Dorin catches his footing. He swings his blad ready and heads for the large creature, foe to him and his friends.

And lifting his great Longbow before him, Faramir reaches for one of his green fletched arrows. Glancing sideways to Llachhal he bows his head respectful of the older ranger, "You do not need ask of me your leave my friend. Go! go forth and strike fell blows for Gondor, I shall watch o'er thee and with each arrow-point I too shall remember the good Scout Ra klar..go now and do not tarry!" Then with that he draws tightly back on the bowstring and lines the arrow point down upon the fighters before him. At the last he holds his breath and the arrow is let loose

Malahir looks behind his shoulder at the officers as they direct the plan of battle, hearing his role in it, he recovers from his defensive crouch and runs in rear echolon, behind the small raiding parties charge.

Tarnok readling this new rock, he sees that the human are much closer now and he will not have time to grab another after he tosses this on. The troll then toss the rubble into the tark force(poorly aimed at that) then grabs his hammer from his belt and , what looks like a large chain net-like thing, and headys both of them for combat in close range.

Faramir launches an arrow...
Faramir's bowshot hits Lupbort, lightly wounding him.

Tarnok throws a boulder...
Tarnok's boulder flies wide, doing no harm.

Vorlain blanches visibly as he come close to the troll, but his resolves is stiffened by the sight of Boromir at his side. He raises his axe on high as he closes in on his enemy.
Relkin moves in beside the Lord Faramir and gives a silent nod in greeting. He brings his bow to bear on the enemy, but does not shoot an arrow yet.

Gorbag casts a glance towards his Uruk companion, snarling out a fierce warning in his own tongue. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" His eyes turn to Analdin, gleaming with a rage behind his helm's iron mask. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" He growls mockingly, holding the spear across his chest and ready in defense, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

The naked Orc charges forward into the oncoming men, his sword clattering upon the bridge behind him. He leaps towards the front ranks with a high pitched cry, and his long black claws rending the air. The cry ends with a wet gurgle as harsh swords strike him down, rending his flesh and cracking his bones.

Lupbort gives a rough grumble as his missle misses the group quite thoroughly and throwing his bow onto his back grabs for his shield again and draws his scimitar with a metallic ring that echoes codly in the air. Crouching carefully he lets the vision of his dark eyes scan the horizon and the approaching tarks, his legs carrying him forward as softly as they can with his captain, Gorbag. A snear vibrates across the rim of his lips and hugging his shield tightly to his body he waits for the moment of contact.

At the sound of a second boulder wizzing in mid flight, Malahir watches the missile fly over the heads of the charging fore front, and land a few steps ahead of him. Avoiding the rubble adroitly, he rambles onward, looking under his winged helm for unseen enemy.

Llachhal reaches behing him for his shield, slipping his arm inside it, then draws his sword. Nodding gratefully, he starts to move forward, using the ruins between himself and the orc's nearest him as cover from the enemies arrows. Look though he will though, it appears he needs to go though the large black orcs to reach the troll, and his attention focuses on them first.

Boromir ducks under the rubble thrown his way that crumbles in the air even as it flies past, leaving a shower of dust and gravel. With a wordless shout he hews at the tree like leg before him keeping his shield angled against he hammer that awaits.

Boromir attacks Tarnok with his Large Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Vorlain brings his axe down and sideways in a scythelike motion towards the troll's massive thigh, attempting to land his blow immediately after his Captain's...

Vorlain attacks Tarnok with his Axe and mildly wounds him!

Faramir lets out a sigh of relief as he finds a mark. His green gauntleted hand begins to reach for another arrow even as Relkin comes to his side and he pauses to look to the other, "Captain Relkin!, this fairs well to have you with us my friend.." he turns his attention back to the forray, his grey eyes scouting about and the onimous figure of the great Troll a sight he cannot ignore, "Look yonder!..that is what we should make our marks, for if that fell beast cannot be swayed ere this day, little hope can we hold. And look! Lord Boromir is upon it!" He looks on proudly for a moment, his brother, beloved and there the smaller bravely stands. "Let us aid him as we can"

Analdin's eyes narrow as he continues to close the distance between himself and the large Orc, though his horsed companion yet has some length on him. Holding his sword up at the ready, he jogs ahead at full speed his shield raised to fend off any small attack as he makes his way to his foe.

Kylier nears the one Analdin pointed out and has dropped his reigns now. He leads his horse by leg actions alone. His sword held ready, as is his shield. He nears the foul one and takes a swing.

Kylier attacks Gorbag with his Longsword, but he misses by a long shot.

Relkin nods his head at his Lord's words and he shifts his gaze and aim to the mammoth troll. He lets his first arrow fly, the bow seeming unfamiliar to his hands.

Tarnok hisses faitly as he is slow in readlying his weapons. The faint *clangs o* of metal on his stone like flesh remind him of this. He then sees he has two targets to attack. He when begins to swing his chain-like weapon and tosses it at Boromir. This weapon now shows it's self to be a net of somekind. At the same time, the Troll then swings out at the second target with his hammer, and hopes to aim a blow at the Axe-man's head.

Heavy Chain Net has arrived.

Tarnok tosses a net made of chains at some unluckly target that he hope to make his next victim.

Tarnok attacks Vorlain with his War Hammer, but Vorlain parries the attack with his Axe!
Lupbort's dark, black eyes lock on the encrouching army of Gondor and from their blured bodies which cast thin traces of light in the rising sun's rays he see's the sudden shape of a speeding arrow. Unable to dodge or even take action the arrow hits him firmly in the side, piercing his rough hide and causing a trickle of black blood to run from the swelling wound. Growing, he leaves the arrow there, and turning towards his captain mutters something in foul tongue of his kind, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

Llachhal spots Analdin moving towards the larger orc, and notes the Rohirrim, Kylier, somewhat ahead of the Lt and attacking. Spending not time on surprise at seeing his friend here, he skirts the other way through the ruins, on a course that will bring him around to the orc's far side, hoping to manage to come up behind silently. One glance is all he spares for the troll and Lord Boromir, as he moves even further away from them.

Gorbag's eyes lift behind the facemask, following the movements of his nearest foe, Kylier. Crooked legs carry him back and to his left a pace, out of the horse's path but still within reach of the human's weapon. With a low grunt, the Uruk-hai ducks aside and just under the sword's swing, his own spear rising to strike Kylier in the chest, point first in an attempt to knock him off his mount.

Gorbag attacks Kylier with his Spear and moderately wounds him!

Boromir catches the net on his shield which is quickly wrapped by it. Discarding the now heavily weighted shield as useless he throws it to the ground. Grasping Angring now in both hands he moves to strike at the troll again but is delayed.

With surprising agility for a man of his size, Vorlain manages to get his axe up in time to deflect the massive blow. He shudders as the force of the blow rips through him but nis natural strength prevails and he feints right before attacking the legs again with his axe.

Vorlain attacks Tarnok with his Axe, but Tarnok parries the attack with his War Hammer!

Kylier takes a hit, his shield to slow to protect him. The blade catches his in the leg as he is knocked from his horse. Dorin continues on a head as he falls heavely. He lays there for a moment before he attempts to gain his feet.. His sword now almost useless as not only did the hit take much out of him, but so did the fail. He shakes his head and backs up slightly.

Faramir raises his Longbow once more, tall and terrible he stands, his face unmasked there being no need and his face grim. Hardened are the features of the dunedain of the south and within a blink of an eye an arrow is being nocked and he lifts his aim to fall from high and with a whisper to "Orome" to bless his aim he lets the arrow fly!

Faramir launches an arrow...
Faramir's bowshot hits Tarnok, mildly wounding him.

After a few final strides, Analdin reaches the orc, sword up and ready. Yet he pauses a moment upon seeing the attack of his fellow, stopping beside the Rohir, "Are yo alright, Kylier?" he asks quickly, eyes barely on the man rising before him, but more often straying to his target. Continuing on, past the horseman, Analdin brings his sword to bear on Gorbag's shoulder with a heavy swing.

You attack Gorbag with your Longsword...
Gorbag dodges your attack.

Tarnok hisses as he net misses it's mark, as well asseeing the axe-man was able to blow his blow. Brings his hammer down, he is able to block the Axe-man's attack. And seeing that the other human is still dealing with the net, he brings his hammer up quickly un a upward motion and trys to slam his hammer into Vorlaid chest.

Llachhal moves faster now, seeing Kylier knocked from the horse by a massive blow. As Analdin comes up to wark the Rohirrim and attack, Llach slips around another block of stone, moving towards the orc from what is hopefully his blind side and so far unseen and unhindered by any other of the enemy. Only a few more feet and he can strike almost from behind.

Tarnok attacks Vorlain with his War Hammer, but Vorlain parries the attack with his Axe!

Gorbag's lips curl with satisfaction as he watches the horseman tumble to the ground after his landed blow. Spotting Analdin's approach, he draws back a pace and swings the haft of his spear upwards, barely deflecting the swung blade before it has struck his mailed shoulder. "How honourable, man of Gondor!" He sneers mockingly, eyes flashing with an eager light, "To fight so bravely with such overwhelming odds against a weaker foe!" His twisted form darts forward and past Analdin's side, crouched body bent as he thrusts the spear's blade not at the swordsman, but at his fallen companion, Kylier.

Lupbort see's his captain assaulted by several tarks and moving to cover him raises his own scimitar with a deep set grunt. Opening the foul hole which is his mouth he spurts out a few words in his own tongue, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" and then swings towards the closest human, Analdin, hoping to not only take the soldier by surprise but bring damage to him as well as the head of his blade is arched to come down on the human's back side.

Lupbort attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he misses!

Gorbag attacks Kylier with his Spear, but Kylier parries the attack with his shield!

Once again Vorlain just manages to deflect the jarring blow aimed at his midsection. He steps awkwardly as a result and his follow up swint with his axe has far to much behind it as he almost over-reaches himself...

Vorlain attacks Tarnok with his Axe and mildly wounds him!

Kylier quickly brings up his shield as Analdin gives him time to attempt to catch his breath. He takes the blow, which is heavey, and takes a step backwards, but with a quick movement he spears with his sword at his attacker.

Boromir growls black curses as the net delays him in aiding Vorlain and delivers a two handed blow aimed again at the leg of the troll. Needing not the specialized moves and thrusts that he has spent so much time learning. He only swings with all his might at the hide of Tarnok's leg.

Boromir attacks Tarnok with his Large Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Kylier attacks Gorbag with his Longsword, but Gorbag parries the attack with his Spear!

Faramir frowns, even though his spent arrow finds it mark upon the great beast the missile breaks and causes no effect, "Curse its hide!, Tis like the earth itself.." He grits his teeth as his eyes dart quickly from foe to foe.."There!.." He spies a better target, one of the large Orcs and as he calls out his free hand slips an arrow from his quiver and sets it in place. "Let us give aid to the others if naught my kin.." He draws the bowstring back, the tension showing on his face, the weapon bends for a moment...then snaps back as he lets the missile sour!

Faramir launches an arrow...
Faramir's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Analdin gives the orc a hard glare for his words, but holds his tongue, and steps to the side. Seeing the attack on Kylier, his glare turns to a snarl, and he rushes once more for the large orc only to be cought from behind by yet another. Though the orc misses, Analdin turns quickly on his heal, and brings his sword up and then around at Lupborg's shouler.

Tarnok hisses as the sounds of metal hitting his skin ring clearly in his ears. He then takes half a step back to see his to foes, then swings out in a wide arc, aiming a bow at Boromir, hopeing to shatter his right arm with a powerful blow.

Tarnok attacks Boromir with his War Hammer, but he misses by a long shot.

You attack Lupbort with your Longsword...
Your attack against Lupbort moderately wounds him!

Relkin lets a second arrow fly towards the troll. The missle bounces harmlessly off of its thick hide. He scowls darkly at the result and moves to pull another arrow from his worn sheath.

Gorbag's swift strides carry him past Analdin and into Kylier's sword range, his body twisting as he turns his steps to keep both men in his sight. The spear once again twists in his grip, it's shaft swing out to deflect the Rohirrim's thrusting blade. "Coward and dog!" He growls, twisted lips parting to reveal a row of yellowed fangs, "You'll rest on my spear, yet!" Unaware of Llachhal as the ranger creeps towards his side, the Uruk-hai thrusts heavily with his weapon, the broad head aimed low for Kylier's stomach.

Gorbag attacks Kylier with his Spear and moderately wounds him!

Boromir ducks the blow that whistles past his head and moves around behind the troll keeping well away from Vorlain so that the beast can only attack one of them at once. And avoiding the chance that a might blow aimed at one could strike the other. The tendons of the trolls knees provide a tempting target, one that Boromir can not pass by.

Boromir attacks Tarnok with his Large Longsword and lightly wounds him!

Vorlain takes advantage of the troll's attack on Boromir to regain his balance and deliveer a more controlled blow. His attack mimics Boromir's in that he abandons finesse and style and simply hacks away at the huge monstrosity before him.

Lupbort's dark eyes dart back and forth, narrowingly allowing his quick reflexes to miss the incoming projectile from singing his flesh. Unfortunately as his attention is turned from his opponent the fell sting of his blade bites deeply into his flesh, cutting into his shoulder and side and brining forth a gash which like a pump gurgles forth the blackest of blood. Turning his head to glare at the new wound cut into his skin he snarls and turning the fire of his hatred upon Analdin he raises his scimitar and swings for the human's gut, the sharp end whistling through the air as it is jousted forward in a powerful thrust.

Vorlain attacks Tarnok with his Axe and mildly wounds him!

Lupbort attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he misses!

Kylier twists and the spear now catches him on the side, just below his chain mail. He knocks the spear away fearing anymore damage and swings his blade, a low side swing.

Kylier attacks Gorbag with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Llachhal bites his lip as he nears, seeing Analdin drawn away by an attack from behind and his friend, Kylier, hit once again, though he cannot see where. As the orc moves closer to the Rohirrim to attack, Llachhal slips a little further to the side to come up behind him. With a snarl, he thrusts the sword at the orc's back, hoping for a lucky strike that will slip through to the spine.

Llachhal attacks Gorbag with his Longsword, but Gorbag parries the attack with his Spear!

Elidran moves in closer to a nearby fight in progress, and lashes out at Lupbort, aiding his fellow guard.

Elidran attacks Lupbort with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

Tarnok hisses loudly as more bows bounce off his skim, to some of the blows now leave marks on his hide. He then fallows though on his swing, hopeing and his ace will be able to slam into Vorlian's right side and hopeing to knock this human back from him.

Tarnok attacks Vorlain with his War Hammer and moderately wounds him!

Analdin's full attention torn away from his injured companion, keeps it rivited upon his new target. Though he does not turn his back completly on Gorbag, turns far enough not to see the action there. Dodging the new orc's blade which was aimed heavily for him, he twists to the side, moving his feet quickly enough to miss being skewered. Lifting his sword in a sideways motion, he swings for Lupbort's side with the razor sharp edge of his blade.

Malahir runs up behind Elidran, seeking his aide in striking down the enemy. He awaits an opening to swing his outstretched longsword.

You attack Lupbort with your Longsword...
Lupbort parries your attack with his shield!

Gorbag's darting tongue slips out of his mouth, licking hungrily at his black lips as his spear strikes Kylier. With a low growl, he twists aside and back, flinching painfully as the tip of the man's longsword catches the side of his right thigh. A sudden snarl to his rear and right catches his attention, and the Uruk-hai springs back a full step, spinning around in time to see the ranger's attack. Desperately, his spear's haft swings around, just barely in time to knock away Llachhal's longsword. In the same fluid, circular movement, Gorbag swings his spear's haft around to slap at Llachhal's face.

Gorbag attacks Llachhal with his Spear, but he misses by a handspan.

Lupbort is backed into a corner as two humans take it upon themselves to fight him. The hollow, emotionless gaze of the two coal like orbs set into his eye sockets glaring at each of them. Snarling his gray tongue lashes over his withered lips, wetting them and in the common he says, "Foul tarks! No honor you have, aye, taking on a few orcs with a whole army like this." And then crouching closer to the ground he swings with the blade of his scimitar towards Elidran's side, thrusting forward his shield to block an attack swung at him by Analdin.

Lupbort attacks Elidran with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.

Boromir's attention is focused on the task before him. The heat of battle raging in him causing him to not notice that the hammer has at last hit home. Again and again he hacks at the leg, hoping one will find it's way through the steely hide of Tarnok.

Boromir attacks Tarnok with his Large Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

Vorlain yells out in pain as the troll's blow passes through his guard and impacts onto his chain-mail. He staggers back somewhat but manages to swing a blow towards Tarnok's midsection though the effort causes him to grunt with pain and exertion.
Elidran pages Analdin and Malahir: Gotcha, boss. :)

Vorlain attacks Tarnok with his Axe, but Tarnok parries the attack with his War Hammer!

Elidran attacks Lupbort with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

Faramir lowers his bow as his last shot falls astray and ponders the effectiveness of further firing into the fray, he looks to Relkin and shakes his head, "I fear we do little good from here, let us get down from this mound and meet the foe hand to hand. There we can do the better for all." And with that he shoulders his bow across his back. When it is set in place he takes his hilt and draws forth his blade and prepares his light shield for use.

Elidran dodges Lupbort's attack upon him, deftly slipping to the side, his training showing. Agilely, he lashes out at the orc again, and misses.

Relkin follows Faramir's example, leaving his bow in favor of a longsword and small shield.

Malahir overhears the scream of his cousin, and looks up to see the huge beast that strikes him. Without a word, Malahir charges for the troll, his longsword recklessly swinging with abandon.

Analdin chuckles, a deep, humorless sound at the moment. His own eyes blazing deep blue, he says quietly, "Would you like to see our army, Orc? I could arrange that... We are but a few, be glad we saw no need to bring more." With that, he gives Elidran a quick glance and a silent nod before tightening his hold on his blade and thrusting it towards the Orc's midsection.

You attack Lupbort with your Longsword...
Lupbort parries your attack with his Scimitar!

Elidran holds his shield up as Analdin attacks, and nods grimly to his commander.

Kylier steps to the side, after he was stricken and as his blade struck. He readies his shield and sword as he moves to the far side of the fould one smiling at Llachhal.
Malahir runs from the trolls side, aiming his straitened longsword for the very heart of the beast, or at least where his rib cage seems to be..
Lupbort growls, and locking his scimitar with Analdin's blade shoves it aside. Then, as if hearing the distant whislting of Elidran's own blade he manages to step out of harms way, the wind of the close cutting edge sendinger shivers against his flesh and blooding which already pours from it. Bending his neck with a heavy crack, his deep gruff voice replies to the tarks, a smile bending upward over his haggard lips, "I would love too tarks, though it would be puny in comparison to the whole might of the Eye..." and then with a hefty swing of his scimitar, the arches his blow towards Analdin's neck.

Lupbort attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he misses!

Malahir attacks Tarnok with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

Tarnok is able to side step Boromir's attack, and as he brings his hammer back he is able to block the Axe-man's incoming attack. The troll then swings out at the humans swing from left to right this time. As he swings a new human comes into his arc, saddly this human is the first target of this power attack.

Tarnok attacks Malahir with his War Hammer and moderately wounds him!

Llachhal ducks under the orc's blow and the spear passes over his head. From the corner of his eye, he can see Kylier moving to come behind the orc, but the most of his attention is on their opponent. Moving in under the spear and raising his shield to ward it off, he thrusts for a weak point in the armor, at the armpit of the left arm.

Llachhal attacks Gorbag with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Elidran snorts through his nose in disdain at the foul orc's speech, and arcs his blade upwards, attempting to stab the foul creature.

Elidran attacks Lupbort with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

Analdin ducks agiley out of the scimitar's way, taking a step back and bringing his head back up. A few strands of light hair have fallen from beneath his helmet, but he ignores them in the heat of the battle. "Even your whole might stands nothing compared ours. Perhaps in numbers, if you brag rightly, but never in pride nor spirit." Yet, at Elidran's attack of the orc, he holds off just a few moments, long enough for his guardsman to get out of the way before bringing his own sword about in a tight arc towards the orc's side.

You attack Lupbort with your Longsword...
Your attack against Lupbort mildly wounds him!

Boromir's face is a mask of fury and suddenly one of wonder as he realizes that the creature that towers over him has not even bothered to attack him in quite some while. Glancing up just in time he sees his young corporal take the brunt of the blow. Bellowing, "Coward!" he again hews at the leg but works his way between Malahir and the troll.

Boromir attacks Tarnok with his Large Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Malahir's longsword doesn't quite reach the intented target, his body halted by the square hit of the trolls war hammer on his shoulder gauntlets. The impact causes him to fall to the ground. While on his dorsal side, the guard, whose injury stung slightly, swipes at the tough legs of the troll.

Malahir attacks Tarnok with his Longsword, but Tarnok parries the attack with his War Hammer!

A momentary expression of surprise and shock passes over Vorlain's mien as Malahir rushes in and receives a nasty blow. A roar of anger rips from his throat as he cries, "For Rovacil!!", as he launches a ferocious attack and swings his axe in a wide arc, attempting to hew one of the legs of the 14ft Nemesis..

Vorlain attacks Tarnok with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.

Jomum moves along the bridge from the east.
Jomum has arrived.

Gorbag hisses softly with frustration, his darting eyes following Llachhal's rapid movements as his spear blow is avoided. "Have the men of Gondor..." He starts, springing away from the ranger and twisting away from the blow, only to have the sword's point catch his midsection. "No honour?" He spits, eyes widening with pain from the light injury. His partly-bent legs carry him backwards with quick steps, his crouched body turning so as to have both Kylier and Llachhal in view. "Two against one!" He spits, suddenly shifting his footing and leaping for Kylier, the spear's sharp head aimed directly for the man's chest.

Gorbag attacks Kylier with his Spear, but Kylier parries the attack with his shield!

Jomum unleashes the mighty battle axe that sings a song of death

Into the forray enters the green glad Captain of Gondor, with his blade held upon high and shield held tightly to his side he calls above the battle, "For the White Tower!!"
Lupbort has reconnected.

Lupbort grunts as Elidran's blade digs into his flesh and draws a wound across the side of his chest, thick layers of blood pouring forth like tar from some foul pit. Having narrowly missed Elidran's own assault on him he growls and spins his neck like a trapped animal between the two, yet this time he holds his tongue, biting down on it and with a muffled snarl he swings his scimitar towards Elidran, the blow arched for the human's open neck. The pupil's of his dark eyes shine in their fire, and the lust of battle dictates his crude movements, his assault on th tark clean and skilled with his weapon.

Lupbort attacks Elidran with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!

Tarnok smiles darly as blood lust begins to build with in the chest of the Troll, still keeping his arc from this powerful swing it moves towards the the Axe-mans left side. he then lets out a howl of rage as he trys to power his weapon thought his attackers.

Tarnok attacks Vorlain with his War Hammer and moderately wounds him!

Jomum begins to twirl his mighty battle axe about in front of him as he glares at the tarks sprawled out in front of him. Letting a snarl escape his lips, he picks his victim. Raising his battle axe above his head he charges towards Faramir.

Malahir senses a chance to regain his composure and attack the huge troll from a different angle, standing up gingerly, he shuffles around to the backside of Tarnok.

Kylier takes the blow, his shield quickly brought up to protect himself. Though he moves slowly on his feet, still his hands are quick. With a stagger back he sizes up his foe, looking for a weak point and spies one, to the lower side of his left arm. He back swings at the creature, blade almost singing as it is swung in the air.

Elidran yelps as he's cut, instinctively fliching back as a somewhat deep cut is grazed along his leg by the passing blade. He snarls angrily, and lashes at the beast.

Kylier attacks Gorbag with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

Elidran attacks Lupbort with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

Vorlain cries out in pain and rage as Tarnok's hammer lands a blow onto the left side of his torso, impacting his chain armor deep into his side, he falters slightly and steps back. He breathes heavily for a moment as he waits for the dizzyness of the pain to wear off.

Faramir allows a look toward his brother and he calls out in the elf tongue of old, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Then he looks back to the foe ahead, the large Orcs swinging wicked blade and Axe and he lowers his blade now to be before him and strides with purpose into the fray, sighting a beast that stalks in from the east to join its fellows.

Llachhal sneers as the orc choses to attack the already wounded man, "Honor? What would one of your kind know of such a thing." Attempting to draw the orc's attention from Kylier, he moves in quickly, his blow following close upon his friends, this one angled to slice downwards across the orc's legs in the hope of crippling him.

Llachhal attacks Gorbag with his Longsword, but Gorbag parries the attack with his Spear!

Analdin's own blade follows not too far behind Elidran's as he strikes it out at the orc's gut. Giving a quick look to the guardsman beside him, he steps in and makes the thrust with his longsword. Having been uninjured as of yet by the orc, and having had the enemy's attention on the other guardsman, he takes the advantage to attack.

You attack Lupbort with your Longsword...
Your attack against Lupbort moderately wounds him!

Relkin keeps close behind Faramir, his blade flashing out to strike at any orc who comes close. He keeps an eye to his Lord's back, never straying far.

Teeth gritted in anger, fear and desperation, Gorbag utters a low curse as his weapon's blade strikes the foe's shield, the impact jarring in his grasp. His bulky frame is quick to spin around, placing Kylier and the ranger in his sight once more even as he pulls back both arms and stumbles back a pace to avoid the swordsman's blow. The spear's lower haft swings downwards and to his right, knocking aside Llachhal's blow even as he snarls his reply, "Enough, now play!" The spear's tip swings straight down, it's thick haft aimed to strike at the woodsman's head.

Lupbort grunts as his scimitar hits Elidran but takes his attention off of Analdin completely, his large blade cutting roughly into the lining of his stomach and bringing forward a deluge of black blood that soils his mail. Turning his neck to look at Analdin his black eyes glow almost, reflecting the human within them, and growling with a deep set frown he swings his scimitar towards the tark, leaving the woundeed Elidran alone as he swings for a narrow miss.

Gorbag attacks Llachhal with his Spear, but Llachhal parries the attack with his Longsword!

Lupbort attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and you parry his attack with your Longsword!

Jomum's teeth gnash together as he continues charging towards Faramir. As Jomum nears Faramir, he lowers his battle axe, swinging it to towards Faramir's chest as he plants his right foot to the side a few paces away from him.

Boromir brings his blade at the troll in another two handed swing. This time though he avoids swinging at the seemingly immune leg. Leaping high he attacks the neck of the troll as Tarnok bends low in his attack on Vorlain.

Boromir attacks Tarnok with his Large Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Tarnok's swing, now weaken by hitting two of his attackers, trys to power it into the 3ed. He now trys to end this swing by slamming it into Boromir's left side. His hope is that he will be able to push back this last human like he did with the other two. He then yells, "For the EYE!!!" as he finnishes off his swing.

Tarnok attacks Boromir with his War Hammer, but he misses by a mile.

Jomum attacks Faramir with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a mile.

Elidran takes advantage of the brief moment that the orc is turned to attack Analdin, and cries, "GONDOR!" as he strikes.

Elidran attacks Lupbort with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Malahir, with the Troll's attention entirely on those gondorians that attack from the front, moves around to the back of the massive foul smelling beast. He poised for a well timed strike for the back of the knees, in silent prayer that his tactic works..

Malahir attacks Tarnok with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Analdin brings his sword up to parry the attack brought on by the orc, rather suprised to be attacked already with Elidran so nearby. He laughs, a deep and rather pleasant sound at the moment. Eyes grinning at the orc, while his expression seems almost a snarling grin, the lieutenant gives Elidran another glance, shootting him a quiet, "Good move" before bringing his own blade around in a wide arc for the orc's head.

You attack Lupbort with your Longsword...
Lupbort dodges your attack.

Kylier takes a step to the side, a move practiced many a time in his long career of fighting such foul creatures such as before him. Though he limps slightly he still can move. The sword is held high, but then comes again quickly side arm as that seems to work for him. A grunt comes as he swings.

Kylier attacks Gorbag with his Longsword, but Gorbag parries the attack with his Spear!

Boromir curses as his latest blow has as little effect as the others. Just in time he sees the hammer coming towards him and turning his shoulder both avoids the blow and gains leverage for an attack on the beasts leg as Boromir drops down to a knee.
Elidran salutes Analdin with his bloody, drilling sword, smiling grimly.

Boromir attacks Tarnok with his Large Longsword and lightly wounds him!

Faramir plants his own feet sqaurely in place and comes to a sudden halt, he arches himself backward and the great axe cuts through his cloak as it flutters about him, "Come enemy! tis here that thee shall feel my wrath!" The Ranger lunges suddenly, the biting cold ignored and his eyes gleam from out his pale face. His blade, sharp and well looked after stabs out, reaching his thrusts the tip at the enemy.

Having recovered somewhat in the brief seconds of respite, Vorlain composes himself as he advances towards the troll and seeks to deliver a heavy blow to Tarnok's midsection.

Faramir furiously attacks Jomum with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!

Vorlain attacks Tarnok with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.

Lupbort head ducks the swinging assault of Analdin as it passes over with a loud whoosh. Having turned his attention away from Elidran he is met with a surprise as the human's blade cuts into the flesh of his back, drawing blood beneath his chain which trickles down his skin like a filthy river which emptries with a heavy drip onto the ground. Opening his mouth with a wild howl, the pain stinging him, he takes a step back and gives a mad glare at each of his two opponents, finally slashing at Analdin again in hopes to bringing harm to the tark.

Lupbort attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

Llachhal manages to bring the longsword up and block the haft of the spear. When Kylier makes his move, atacking more from the one side, Llach slips a sideways step as well, the sword pulling back a few inches before he thrusts in the hopes it will slide upwards through the links at the orc's chest. The battle around him is heard and judged by long practice, but his attention is focused on only the three of them.

Llachhal attacks Gorbag with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Relkin moves in beside Faramir to help in the attack on the large uruk. He attacks as he sees Faramir's blow hit home, his own sword blade directed towards the orc's legs.

Tarnok hisses darkly as he feel a blow hit him on his back and to his right, as he turns to look at this human, he snales as Boromir's blade finds his way past his scails and in to his flesh. He then brings his hammer up high and yells "I am though with these games, Now Die Tark!!" with that he swings out at Malahir, and trys to shatter his skull.

Jomum lets a hiss of anger as he tries to pull back his battle axe in time to kncok aside the thrusted blade, but his own momentum throws him off-balanced. Only being able to twist slightly, the blade scores across his left side, a small trail of black blood marking the spot. As his eyes flash in anger, he swings his axe backwards towards Faramir's exposed arms.

Tarnok attacks Malahir with his War Hammer, but Malahir parries the attack with his shield!

Jomum attacks Faramir with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds him!

Analdin's laughter trails off into concentrated silence as the blade comes whistling toward him. Taking a hopping step to the left and bringing his shield up, he misjudges the speed of the scimitar and doesn't move quite fast enough. The blade takes him in his shield arm, slashing all the way down. With a sharp breath, the young officer ignores the blood flowing from his arm, the red dripping down and making his hand sticky, and looks up at the orc. With a shout, he brings his own blade against his enemy, slashing for the beast's head.

You attack Lupbort with your Longsword...
Your attack against Lupbort mildly wounds him!

Gorbag's black-clad form moves with incredible speed, shoulders hunching as he twists his body to defend from Kylier's strike. The spear haft's left end shoots upwards, knocking away the swung sword before continuing it's circular path around and across his chest. Too late, the solid weapon knocks aside the ranger's blade, which scores a glancing strike off his mail-protected side and draws a gasp from the Uruk-hai. "You've all come to taste the dirt..." He growls in pain, stooping forward and swinging the shaft of his weapon in a low, wide arch aimed for Llachhal's knees.

Relkin's blow is spoiled by the orc's quick recovery and he quickly redirects his sword to the orc's midsection as it swings at Faramir.

Relkin attacks Jomum with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Gorbag attacks Llachhal with his Spear and moderately wounds him!

*Whooooosh* The deadly axe cuts another arc through the air, glancing upon Faramirs forearm. The man flinches but quickly counters, pulling his blade back and thrusting again, his feet moving quickly to compensate his balance as avoiding the Battle Axe is no easy task for any man. Several drops of red blood stain the ground...

Boromir moves behind the troll again. Keeping himself away from the hammer as well as hopefully adding confusion. He calls out, "Vorlain! His legs are like tree trunks, surely your axe can chop through them!" As he says this his own blade is not idle. Twice it chops at the back of the trolls leg. The first blow rings off the hide. The second bites more deeply.

Faramir attacks Jomum with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

Boromir attacks Tarnok with his Large Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Vorlain quickly follows up his previous attack as Tarnok's angry swing is deflected by his cousin's shield. He steps forward and to the seft and brings his axe back across his body at shoulder height, attempting to find a chink in the troll's skin and cut into Tarnok's right leg.

Vorlain attacks Tarnok with his Axe and mildly wounds him!

Malahir smiles slightly at the blood dipping from the slice in the back of the burly monsters knee, the softest skin appearently. But his smile quickly vanishes as the creature turns to strike him down. Bracing for the slow but heavy attack, Malahir raises his shield to block it. The hammer slams into the shield and with great effort, Malahir returns the attack with a stauch defense. Bowing down to his knees in order to hold the weight of the hammer.

Elidran lashes out at Lupbort in a controlled, powerful slash that aims for his exposed back again, as the beastial orc battles with Analdin.

Elidran attacks Lupbort with his Longsword, but Lupbort parries the attack with his shield!

Kylier sees the creature go for his friend and ally, and then sees the strike. His anger almost overcomes him as he lunges forward, sword held high. He arcs it abouve his head and then brings it down on the back side of the thing.

Kylier attacks Gorbag with his Longsword, but Gorbag parries the attack with his Spear!

Lupbort growls as Analdin's blade again digs into his flesh, his shield blocking Elidran's assault. Shifting the black orbs of his eyes between the two humans his rough voice again penetrates the cold morning air, "Tarks, you'll see the power of the Eye, I am but one orc...many will rend you apart." and then chuckling as if to comfort his gory self he then stands up tall and slashes his scimitar at Elidran, the blade whistling through the air as it aims for his neck.

Lupbort attacks Elidran with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!

Malahir grunts with the effort exerted on his injured shoulder, but maintains the shield above his head as he strikes upward with his longsword, attempting to find the flesh under the great eye on the beasts chest.

Malahir attacks Tarnok with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Tarnok hisses and now steps back from his attacking foes, feeling that the humans are trying to force him to his knees. he then looks to toward the axe-man and smiles darkly, he then hisses "Now it's your turn Tark!!" he then brings his hammer back and swing out at this axe-man and trys to land his hammer on this human's head.
Elidran cannot help but cry out in agony as he's hit again, a deep cut across his chest this time. "Analdin, I cannot continue!" He gasps out, and attempts to flee.

Tarnok attacks Vorlain with his War Hammer and badly wounds him!

Elidran dodges aside Lupbort, and manages to escape!
Elidran has left.

Llachhal grits his teeth as one of his own attacks is turned on him. Though he starts to move, tis not enough and the spear's blade takes him lower down in the leg, across the left calf. The wound is deep enough that he can feel the hot blood run down into his boot. Almost stumbling from the cut, he blocks further thought for the moment and puts his weight on his right leg, his shield dropping to nid level and the sword slashing across at the orc's weapon arm.

Llachhal attacks Gorbag with his Longsword, but Gorbag parries the attack with his Spear!

Jomum's axe swings about in a deadly arc, his eyes ablaze in the fury of the battle. As the axe crosses over, Relkin's quick sword scores and tears into his chain. Gritting his teeth at the pain, he spots Faramir's sword and manages to avoid the edge. Falling back a step, he turns about trying to keep both of them in front of him. With a flex of his muscles he swings the battle axe in a low arc, the blade first aiminf for Relkin.

Jomum attacks Relkin with his Battle Axe and severely wounds him!

Analdin holds his tongue, not responding to Lupbort's attack with words. At Elidran's cry, he nods quickly, "Retreat then, Elidran, and I will finish him..." trailing off, he adds in a much quieter tone, "In revenge for him injuring one of my men." Looking back to the orc, he swings his blade about, bringing on momentum for an attack at the orc's side.

You attack Lupbort with your Longsword...
Your attack against Lupbort lightly wounds him!

Boromir rises to his feet once again and screams as Vorlain again absorbs another blow of the hammer, "Attack me O tree! Do you fear to damage your hammer?!" The blows do not stop falling whist he speaks however. Again he hews at the easy target before him.

Boromir attacks Tarnok with his Large Longsword and lightly wounds him!

Relkin stumbles slightly as he tries to avoid Jomum's attack, bringing him more fully into the blade. The axe bites deep into his leather armor and he is barely able to scramble back out of the uruk's range.

Lupbort turns as Elidran flees and smirks with a wicked grin, focusing his heartless black eyes on Analdin. Speaking in the common he says mockingly, "Now it's just you and me tark..." and then taking a deep whiff of the cold air to shrug off his bleeding bodies pains he is surprised by the rage filled swing of the human's sword as it bites into his flesh with a searing pain. Gasping almost to absorb the new cuts blood and the stinging of his other he then snarl, drool being flung from the edges of his mouth, and raises his own scimitar slashing at Analdin in retaliation.

Lupbort attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he misses!

Faramirs eyes show the pain of injury, not his, but too his fellows and he quickly makes to step between the Orc and Relkin. As he darts forth his blade leads the way and he slashes from right to left, aiming to hew the beast with a mighty blow if it lands.

Faramir attacks Jomum with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Tarnok's hammer connects with Vorlain's metal helm causing a large dent in it and a deep, penetrating cut on the top of his head. Blood seeps down his face as he reels back in a disorganised fashion. He swings his ack almost blindly in the direction of the Olog...

Vorlain attacks Tarnok with his Axe and mildly wounds him!

As Tarnok turns to strike Malahir's cousin, the guard stands up and resumes his striking of the fleshy wound on the back of tarnok's knee. Swinging wildy.

A film of cold sweat covers Gorbag's face, dripping slowly beneath his hot and heavy iron helm, his muscles already tremble with strain from the fight. The spear continues in it's circular swing, rising even after striking Llachhal to deflect the other human's blow with one end of it's sturdy shaft. With terrible speed, the Uruk-hai turns the weapon swiftly in both hands, using it's iron-clad end to knock aside the ranger's blow. As he steps away from Llachhal, Gorbag glances back to Kylier and thrusts the butt end of his weapon directly for that human's face.

Malahir attacks Tarnok with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

With blood yet running down his arm from the long gash there, making him hold his shield at an akward angle, Analdin gives Lupbort a grim look, though keeps his own words unspoken. Dodging the orc's attack by ducking to the left, he straightens quickly and brings his sword up for a heavy thrust into the creature's midsection. However, right before his sword reaches its destination, he shifts it to the side, making his final aim a slash at the orc's side.

Gorbag furiously attacks Kylier with his Spear and lightly wounds him!

You attack Lupbort with your Longsword...
Lupbort dodges your attack.

Jomum lets a soft chuckle gurgle in the back of his throat as he watches relkin fall back. As his confidence is built, he fails to counter Faramir's attack. Jomum stumbles back a couple steps as the blade slices into his chain. Dark liquid slowly swells out between the battered links. Letting a howl of anger and pain rip through the air, he swings his axe out in an arc trying to keep Faramir at bay until he regains his breath and better footing.

Jomum attacks Faramir with his Battle Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.

Tarnok hisses as Boromir's blade bits into his lower leg. He then yells down, "Fool!! do you think weak blows like that will harm one that is blessed by the Eye?!?!" as he truns, to face Boromir, the other two humans score blows on the trolls legs. It is now clear that the number of hack that have been done are staeting to show as faint lines of blood can be seen. He then swing out maddly at Boromir and trys to shatter the humans head.

Tarnok attacks Boromir with his War Hammer, but Boromir parries the attack with his Large Longsword!

Kylier takes a blow from the blunt end of the shaft, his cheeck is now open in a minor cut. He does not hardly notice it as he again brings his sword to play, this time in a faint swings from right to left.

Kylier attacks Gorbag with his Longsword, but Gorbag parries the attack with his Spear!

The age battled orc and wounds which bleed from his sides have not deluted the wits or mind of the warrior that Analdin fights, and as the fient is made towards his side Lupbort manages to perform a narrow dodge from the singing blades tip. Turning his neck downard to look at the sword as it passes thinly by his flesh he returns his flaming gaze back to the human before him, a hefty grunt escaping from his lips as he raises his scimitar up into the air and swings it down with a curved blow towards the tark's mid-section.

Lupbort attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

Boromir's ancient blade rises to meet the hammer as the troll finally turns to face him. Though his arms shiver with the strain he keeps the hammer from stiking. Stepping away to the right his own attack arcs at the now exposed right arm. Though armored in chain and in the natural armor of trollkind Boromir attacks anyway.

Boromir attacks Tarnok with his Large Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Faramir ducks his head to one side in time and the Axe flies past, he grits his teeth as the first sign of fatigue, a drip of sweat, forms on his forehead, "Curse that fell Axe Orc! It shall be your undoing if thee cannot use it upon me!" Swinging his blade down slightly and then aiming the bladepoint forth, Faramir does a quick inward step followed by a deep sought thrust, hoping to put the pommel to the beasts chest if only he were as strong as his brother, yet he aims still to do the most harm as he attacks.

Faramir attacks Jomum with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

Vorlain grins at the troll's words and failed attack before trying to capitalize on his previous success with another fast blow. He cares little where he aims, indeed with the blood and sweat pouring down his face his vision is still slightly obscured. His wild blow aims at Tarnok's right leg...

Vorlain attacks Tarnok with his Axe and mildly wounds him!

Continually staying behind Tarnok, Malahir prepares all his might to trip the battle weary troll with a sweeping action with the blunt of his sword across the knees. He bellows out a fearless war cry, "For the glory of old Rovacil, and the might of Gondor".

Analdin jumps nimbly backwards after watching his attack go awry, but his movements are slowed by something catching his feet on the ground. Tripping slightly, he manages to miss most of the blow, but it yet slides across the armor on his shoulder, grazing somehow through. Grimacing, he still uses that shoulder to bring his arm up, his sword, and make a hard swing at the orc's own shoulder, as though in retribution for the injury done his own.

Malahir attacks Tarnok with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

You attack Lupbort with your Longsword...
Your attack against Lupbort lightly wounds him!

Seeing the strain in the orc before him, Llach limps forward to follow closely upon Kyler's attack, sword raised and coming down at a slant at the joint of neck and armor. The shield seems to be trying to move to block whichever end of the spear comes at him, as the orc uses both ends quite well against them.

Llachhal furiously attacks Gorbag with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Jomum glares at Faramir while managing to use the weight of his battle axe to continue on with a spin to the right. As the sword passes with in mere hairs, Jomum swings his axe up and about and sends it crashing down at Faramir's shoulder.

Jomum attacks Faramir with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a long shot.

Tarnok hisses and then looks to the battle field then yells out to the uruks "Fall back and and Gather the troops for a counter attack!!!" With that he begins fall back to the mordor side of the brigde.

Relkin slowly rises to his feet, unsteadily looking about him. He hesitates for a moment before deciding to stay in the fray, though he makes no move to engage the same uruk whose axe did so much damage. His blade flashes weakly, keeping any enemies away from Faramir's back.

Tarnok dodges aside Malahir, and manages to escape!

Tarnok moves from the center portion of the bridge towards the west.
Tarnok has left.

Faramir dashes desperately forth as the Axe is sent past his shoulder, now putting him slightly behind the Orc and he wheels deftly to face the beast. Looking at its rear right side he swings his sword in a long arc, the blade sours horizontally from near his side to round forth, as it nears the target he dips the aim low, hoping to cut the right leg of the large Orc.

Faramir attacks Jomum with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!

Lupbort feels the burning sting of Analdin's sword cut into his flesh, drawing a thin layer of blood beneath his mail. Snorting a cloud of white mist at the wound he clenches his jaw to absorb the pain and then thrusting his shield forward he raises his scimitar and slashes at the human. The dark center's of his cast the weary glow of the now high sun and stepping back after his swing he looks to his retreating warlord and then back to his opponent, a near fear rising in hatred of his heart.

Lupbort attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and you block his attack with your shield!

Gorbag's quick hands bring his weapon across and down, slapping away Kylier's sword blade even as he attempts to back off from his two opponents. Sensing the ranger's attack, he darts back and to his left, dropping low to avoid the swung longsword. Too late, the sharp weapon cuts a shallow gash across his left shoulder, drawing a pained grunt from the Uruk captain. "Back to the barricades!" He calls out, echoing his warlord's cry. The Uruk-hai's swiftly-moving weapon shoots forward once more even as he draws away, the broad head aimed for Llachhal's chest.

Gorbag attacks Llachhal with his Spear and badly wounds him!

Boromir is taken aback as the troll bellows to his comrades and abruptly leaves the field. Not one to question fortune he lets the troll pass unmolested as he glances about the field. His eyes fall upon his brother as the younger son of Denethor struggles with an axe wielder. Shouting instructions to Vorlain and Malahir, "Seek to aid any who need it! I go to my Brother!" he hurries to his brothers aid shouting loudly, "Denethor!"

The quick flash of steel leaves a small scratch on the right leg of Jomum. Snarling he moves his right leg backwards and reverses his axe. Grunting he swings it upwards hoping to splint Faramir from stomach to throat.

Jomum attacks Faramir with his Battle Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.

Kylier sees his friend hit, the anger begins to swell and seems to take over him. He yells "Helm!!!!" and swings his sword, forgetting all defense, as he goes to protect his brother in this battle.

Analdin allows no room for mistake, moving swiftly about the orc with his side open to attack from the other side by keeping his shield facing Lupbort. The shield itself is coated in red, drops of the color all over the back and some even on the front, most of it from its owner's own arm. As he orc's attack hits his shield, he winces, the pain of the blow shooting down his arm. Taking up a single shout of "Gondor!" he brings his sword down, swinging it up and to the side as he does so, then down towards the orc's legs with all the momentum he can muster.

You attack Lupbort with your Longsword...
Lupbort dodges your attack.

Kylier attacks Gorbag with his Longsword, but Gorbag parries the attack with his Spear!

Malahir's feeble attempt to sweep the Troll off his feet and to the ground manages only a slight off balance wobble. Swinging desperately at the fleeing Olog-hai, Malahir himself throughs himself into a stutter step. Upon returning to his comrades, he nods to the commands, beads of sweat running from his ravage brown curls. He looks upon Vorlain and inquires, "Are you injured my cousin?"

Lupbort takes a step back as the sword is swung towards his, narrowing missing the intended blow. Then turning from left to right he finally brings the glare of his bottomless black eyes back on Analdin, his voice rising above the clammer of battle and the sounds of steel upon steel, "It's time for me to take my leave tark! Don't freat, I'll see you again..." and with a chuckle from the depths of his gurgling throat he winks and turns to run, his legs moving to carry him away from the fighting in persuit of his warlord...

Faramir steps deftly once more, each time he loathes the thought of that wicked axe catching him full on after seeing the devestating effect it had on Relkin. Again and again he counters, leading with a feinted attack then lunging and thrusting, the Gondorian Captain keeps the pressure on the enemy, "Rally soldiers! Press our foe back from whence they came!"

Faramir attacks Jomum with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Lupbort dodges aside Analdin, and manages to escape!

Lupbort moves from the center portion of the bridge towards the east.
Lupbort has left.

Vorlain glances around the field at Boromir's command then turns and replies, "nay not overmuch Malahir, Come. let us attack their captain yonder..", he cries even as he begins to charge towards Gorbag and Kylier, "For Rovacil!!" he shouts, though to his dismay, he sees more and more of then enemy quit they field.

Llachhal's step back is not enough and the spear still hits, it reach too long as he tries to step back and stumbles. The blade takes him in the right chest, pulling a sharp cry from him even as he falls back from the force of it and it pulls free. His injured leg cannot take the wieght and he lands on his back with a grunt, sword still in his hand and in shock from the deep wound. His eyes go up to orc, as the world roars around him.

Boromir, still holding his sword in two hands makes his way to his brother. Avoiding any others in his desire to get there he unleashes a hurried strike in his haste. The blade arcs high as it seeks the joint between neck and shoulder.

Boromir attacks Jomum with his Large Longsword and terribly wounds him!

Analdin lowers his sword but not his defence as the orc makes to run away, shouting something rather unintelligable after him. Turning as Lupbort disapears, he looks around noticing the fewer number of battles going on as the enemy departs at every turn. He makes his way in the general direction of the last fight he had seen raging behind him, though stops short in his tracks as Gorbag is set upon by two other Guardsmen in addition to the others. Shrugging, he continues on, only to meet with Vorlain and Malahir in their charge.

Malahir nods quickly, rushing alongside his noble kinsmen, "For Rovacil indeed he mutters". Swinging his longsword menacingly at the group the two guards rush toward.

Gorbag's arms rise swiftly, bringing the spear's haft upwards to knock aside Kylier's desperate blow. His eyes turn to the falling Llachhal, flashing hungrily as he casts the ranger a venomous glare. "Off with you, maggots!" He growls, springing aside from Kylier and scrambling backwards with surprising agility over a large block of stone. The Uruk-hai casts a last, longing glance towards the pair of wounded humans before turning tail and sprinting back towards the east side of the bridge, where the banners and fires of the Mordain encampment can be seen.

Gorbag moves from the center portion of the bridge towards the east.
Gorbag has left.

Kylier goes and stand by Llachhal. His sword held ready as he is all set to protect his friend. He watches the foe leave. Almost running after him but keep in place as he watches to protect Llachhal.

Vorlain halts in dismay as his enemy flees like the wind. "Coward!" he cries before turning on his heel, looking for something else to attack, but then he notices Kylier and Llachhal looking in a bad way so he goes first to the Rohir and inquires of him, "How do you fare Kylier?"

Jomum turns his head about at the hollaring of his leaders. The sounds of fleeing distracting him from the foe before him. Catching the movement out of the corner of his eye, he jumps bacwards as the blade pierces his chain. Bellowing out in pain, he raises his left hand to his front, black blood flowing out between his dirty fingers. Raising his head, his eyes stare at Faramir for a while. Then from his side he spots in horror a flash of steel. Twisting to face the new commer, the huge blade screeches down towards his neck. As the steel bites into his neck, Jomum's eyes widen as death crosses his vision. The soft crunch marks the swordd passing through his collar bone, the orcs knees buckle under him. Falling to the ground, he lands on his knees for what seems like hours. With a gutteral cry, the orcs battle axe lands on the ground and his heavy body crashes to the ground like a large tree. Bouncing twice with a sickening thud, the dark liquid of his life slowly flows about into a puddle about him. The light in his eyes flickers for a moment as he slowly twists his head to stare up at his slayer, then with a final cough his eyes close in the quietness of death.

Even as the Uruk retreats, Analdin continues onward, stopping right next to Kylier, eyes intent upon the Rohir and the man next to him. Swallowing once, he shakes his head, looking around once more and seeing yet a single fight still continuing. Lowering his shield, blood dripping from the bottom as he does so, he also drops his sword to a more comfortable position, red begining to spread beneath the armor of his shoulder. His eyes siltnyl repeat Vorlain's question.

Llachhal sighs with relief as the orc flees, following almost at the back of the others. Shaking his head slightly, he glances down at his chest, blood now running down the leather armor and the shock begins to wear off, the pain growing. Wanting to get to his feet before it grows to bad, he pulls himself to a sitting position, then stabs his sword into the ground where weeds have grown up in what was likely a flowered spot in some time long past. Looking up at Kylier, he reaches with his right hand, "Can you help, friend, for I would rather try to walk off, than be carried."

Boromir steps on the fallen axe of the orc laying on the ground and says to his brother, "Come now Faramir. Let us clear the field of the foe."

Kylier looks at both, he asses thier injuries "I am fine, but tis you two and here," he looks at Llachhal "Ye need healers. I am fine, tis but small cuts, come take care of ye own wounds." He stands over Llachhel "I am sorry sir I could do no more, but now time to take care of ye self.

Jomum moves from the center portion of the bridge towards the east.
Jomum has left.

Vorlain sees Llachhal in trouble and immediately goes to his side, calling out to Malahir as he does so, "Come cousin, help me carry the ranger."

As the headless body falls to the ground before him Faramir eyes widen with wonder, then he looks to the man beside him..Boromir and as he looks too him for a moment he at first feels the urge to declare 'he could've handled him' but soon any rivallry fades and he nods, "Aye Lord Boromir..let us do such and retire back to the Garrison with our wounded.."

Malahir's gait slows as he approaches the group around Kylier. He hangs back, breathing heavily as he peruses the bloody field. A sad look in his eye as his gaze watches the feeling orcs taunt the weary gondorian forces.

Kylier looks at Malahir as he comes over. He looks and sees blood and worry comes to him. "Are ye well bro..." his voice stops and he regroups "Malhair?

Llachhal growls, though there is no malice in it, "I could likely walk, if one of you would help." His pale face, sweat-covered, belies his words as he suspected and he sighs wearily, his eyes going to Kylier. "I had not thought to fight by your side again so soon, friend."
Analdin shakes his head slowly, eyes on the ground, as he looks to the wounded among them. Remaining silent, then, he turns his back on the small group, and begins slowly walking in a general westernly direction, though at no fast pace nor with any particularly obvious destination.

Vorlain moves from the center portion of the bridge towards the west.
Vorlain has left.

Malahir overhears his name, and reacts quickly to his cousins aide, "Aye Lord Vorlain, I am here", as he takes the scouts from one side, while his cousin occupies the other. On the way to helping the wounded toward the garrison, Malahir turns to Kylier and nods, "Lord Kylier, I am fine. There is no need to worry for me. Accompany me with my men, and we shall talk".

Kylier drives his sword into the ground and strides after Analdin. As he comes up to his side he places a hand gently on his shoulder "Analdin, are ye ok, come lets tend to ye wounds, ye worry me sir!"

Analdin looks up at a hand on his shoulder, looking to the hand, then up the arm, and finally to his friend's face. Eyes dulled, he shakes his head. "Nay, my wounds are simple enough." Though he speaks the words, there is a slight flinch as he adjusts his shield. "There is no cause for worry," he adds, in a bit sharper a tone, continuing his slow meander towards the west.

Faramir moves from the center portion of the bridge towards the west.
Faramir has left.

Llachhal moves from the center portion of the bridge towards the west.
Llachhal has left.

Relkin has left.

Kylier lets his hand drop from Analdin's shoulder and watches him leave. He can only sigh and then turns back to the wounded. He walks to Llachhal and kneels beside him. "Sir, I am no healer, but many a battle wound have I dressed, can I help ye now?

Malahir wanders from the east, having aided wounded to the garrison. He Offers a warm, but weary smile to his Lieutenant, "That was quite a battle sir. Do you fare alright?".

Boromir moves from the center portion of the bridge towards the west.
Boromir has left.

Analdin, after stooping to wipe his sword on the grass, slides it into its sheath with a metallic whisper through the now silenced air. Turning, he gives a look back over his shoulder, but back to Malahir at the voice at his side. "I fare well enough," he all but snaps, eyes still on the ground before him. "And some battle it was, I must say."

Malahir, his longsword long since resheathed, places his hand on his friends side, "You look injured, are you sure you are alright?", loking deep into the lieutenant's reflective blue eyes. "We are alone on a vanquished battle field my friend. There is only Kylier and I, and we understand sir".

Analdin looks up at Malahir, eyes shining dangerously, "I said I fare well enough. I have only scratches, no worse than any I have had before." Stopping still in his tracks, however, his brows come together, "What can you understand?" he questions, rather harshly, "You understand my wound? I should hope you do.. for you to be a soldier of your experience and not know a thing about injuries..." he trails off, glancing around.

Malahir is taken aback, a hurt look drains his face. "You wound me with your words more than the war hammer did sir", shaking his head, "It seems it is you that understands not. I shall see if my aide is needed in the healer's tent. May I be excused of duty for that sir?", reaching down for as distant of a tone the emotional soldier can muster.

Kylier takes up his sword and begins to limp his way to his horse. He resheaths it and struggles upon it. He nods and begins to ride. Slowely westwards.

Analdin nods with a wave of his hand, "If you so wish... I suppose I should at least get this blood stopped," he glances down at his arm, and, though the blood flow seems to have slowed, it still continues. Looking back to Malahir, the look in his eyes is injury, though he does not voice it, and continues on his slow westward walk.

Kylier looks at all those about and turns his horse from the battlefield and begins to ride westward. As he passes Analdin he nods and wiht a smile he bows his head "My *lord* if I may pass?" The words are spoken softly and full of respect, but he nods to him, and pity shows in his eyes.

Malahir salutes Analdin meekly, and looks over to the passing Rohirian rider, allowing him passage. "Good fight Lord Kylier, our allied nations rise to the occation, as the voice of song and prose did in fair Pelargir this fall. I'll accompany you to the healers tent is you wish".

Analdin looks up at Kylier's words, the injury in his eyes growing deeper. "Please, Lord Kylier..." he says, voice almost to the point of breaking. Shaking his head, he returns his eyes once more to the ground, mumbling something to his breath, though the words nobility and injure are able to be heard at some point. Even at Malahir's mention of Pelargir, his expression becomes hard as stone, and he trudges onward an bit faster, as though maybe to outrun the pair.

Kylier leans forward in his saddle and smiles "I would go there, but I do need to take care of buisness it seems. So I ride, and besides," he takes his hand from his side, blood covered," Tis a scratch, I shall be back" he pauses for a moment and looks at Malahir for a long time "Brother." He looks at Analdin then back at Malahir "Take care of ye friend and Leutent, he, I think needs ye now. What ails him is not sword nor hammer, but something more, perhaps Sir Analdin needs more than shield or sword, perhaps a friendly ear. Give him such...

Malahir hears for the second time tonight the word from the rider's lips. He nods absent mindedly, appearantly cought in the emotions of the battle, both with the Olog-Hai, and with his friends troubles. He nods passively, "Aye my friend. I will try to be that what he has been for me"...trailing off as his brother also trails off toward the west.

Kylier spurrs his horse on, across the bridge. One last glance at the two. His eyes linger on Analdin then to Malahir.

Kylier moves from the center portion of the bridge towards the west.
Kylier has left.

Analdin from far ahead, seems not to notice the conversation between the two, his head lowered yet not too the point where his gaze cannot be straight out infront of him. He continues on his way to the west.

You move further west along the bridge.

Osgiliath: Western Ruins - Gondorian Garrison

        A dozen watch-fires are kindled amidst the ruins of the former glory of Osgiliath, and the same number of black-clad men of Gondor patrol the camp, watchful in the encroaching darkness.
        Pennons attached to the tops of the tents snap sharply in the brisk wind. The bright jewel of Earendil's star shines far to the west. Eastwards, Varda's jewels seem to dim to a grey nothingness hovering above the Ephel Duath, the black wall of rock to the east.

Analdin approaches the camp, leaving a light trail of red behind him, as he takes no action against the wound in his arm. Upon edge of the camp, however, he stops, turning to look behind him.

Malahir walks sullenly across the bridge, no appearant injuries plague him physically, although he holds his shoulder gingerly with his unarmed hands. Ironically, like a defeated soldier he walks past the saluting guards, whose pats on the back uneffect the Corporal.

Analdin waits just inside the camp, and begins walking once more in step with the Corporal as he comes past the guards. "Malahir.." he begins, looking at the face of his aide, noticing his defeated look. Putting aside his emotions for the moment, his face softening, he asks, hand on Malahir's shoulder, "You look... like a man who has just lost a fight for his life. Tell me, what is wrong?"

Malahir looks up from the ground, noticing for a second the spots of blood that lie there, "There is much on my mind sir. But my worries remain on your attitude of late. Is there something amiss with the company that you are not telling me. Has my actions displeased you in any way?".

Analdin meets Malahir's eyes for a few moments before turning away, riveting his eyes on the ground. "Nothing about the company." he says, almost shortly, "And absolutly nothing you have done, my friend." His tone is much softer for the last part. "Nothing." Swallowing once, he shakes his head silently, blinking once or twice.

Malahir gently places his hand on the back of his the only close friend he has, "Analdin, we have known each other exactly a year now. You once told me too let my feelings out, and come to you in times of trouble. Is there anything I can do to help you in your own time of obvious trouble. I can only assume what may be upseting you, but it tears me up to not have you confirm my suspisions.

Analdin looks up once more, tilting his head and steeling his shoulders, forcing himself into the soldier's posture he knows so well. "Tell me, Malahir," he asks, voice suddenly forced calm, "What have I done to give you the impression that something is wrong?" The only unsoldier-like thing about him are his eyes as he looks pleadingly up at his friend, "I overheard you and Lord Kylier discussing something outside my tent today, before the battle. And he spoke to me strange words..." Trailing off, he shakes his head.

Malahir shakes back the sudden change of emotion and calmly reflects on the conversation, "I only mentioned that you have taken an off duty trip to your home village. I thought maybe it pertained to the reason Kylier received a message from you. But you ask me what I see, and I see a man with sadness in his eyes. You back down from the men, and from me, and withdraw into silence. That is what gives my the impression something is wrong", looking around to make sure his voice doesn't carry to any observants.

Analdin's brows knit together, "I back down? Retreat? Withdraw?" shaking his head, he breaks into a frown, saying in a low voice, "'Twas something I vowed myself I would never do if unnecessary." Looking back to Malahir, he purses his lips, seeming to bite on the lower one. "Do you remember, Malahir, that evening in Rohan? You were new to the Guard, I myself had mine down. And this out." He reaches into a hidden pocket inside his talbard, drawing out a glinting metal object, one that shines in the light of the campfire nearby.

Malahir looks upon the nail knowingly, it's glimmering having magical powers over Malahir's hypnotic stare, "Aye, I do. It is your first work as a smithy. We talked about something dear to you that night, I believe for the first time you let be a friend for you", his stare now on the blonde officer. "Sir, I suspect that your trip to your home was not a pleasant one?".

Analdin shakes his head slowly, "There was more to it than that, my friend. That was the night I told you of my-" he chokes off, swallowing hard once, and closing his eyes before going on in a soft voice, "My brother." Biting his lip once more, he shakes his head again, "I can't do it, Malahir. I cannot tell you at least, that is, not here. Not with so many about." He begins a firm step towards the infirmary, "And not with my arm bleeding so."

Malahir eyes grow dark, and shadows cast further gloom upon his face. He walks with Analdin toward the fortress. "I understand my friend. I asked you then, and I will tonight", grabing the soldiers arm very gingerly, "If there is /anything/ I can do to help. I am more than your company aide, and I will be there for you.", with that he releases his hold, and waves to the fortress, "no go before they find the ropes to tie you up with again".

Analdin nods silently, straightening against the looks of the men milling about camp. Striding purposefully towards the infirmary, he enters the fortification. By the time he does so, he has straightened his posture and hardened his face to the point where no one would be able to tell him and the man he had appeared a few moments ago to be at all similar - lest they look into his eyes.