Ambush in the Cursed Wood

Old Forest Road, Grassy Knoll

The Old Forest Road ascends and descends a tall knoll at this point in its longitudinal traverse of the great forest. The autumn forest is somewhat brownish around you, though the trees thin out around the bald knob of the hill. The early night air is chilly. All is dark around you. Stars are cleary visible overhead through the thin path the road cuts through the trees.

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Name             Gender Species   Who Combat        Type
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Ori              Male   Khazad .. OOC unarmed       PLAYER (0s idle)
Tysgin           Male   Khazad .. IC  unarmed       PLAYER (16s idle)
Tholan           Male   Khazad .. OOC unarmed       PLAYER (15m idle)
Khronk           Male   Khazad .. IC  unarmed       Puppet (Gimli)
Dorian           Male   Khazad .. IC  unarmed       PLAYER (47s idle)
Malbuub          Male   Uruk   .. IC  non-combatant Puppet (Buurz)
Black Raven scou ???    Khazad        non-combatant Puppet (Dorian)
Dwarven Encampme ???                  non-combatant Object (Miss_Luin)
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Ralin leaves the safety of the encampment

[Ralin has arrived.]

Several scouts move towards where Tysgin and Dorian and Tandora are wrestling with the prisoner. Dorian breaks free of the Khazad holding him and charges to the monster still on the ground.

Tysgin says, "And where is Tandora or Master Dori, I was told to have a word with him Cousin."

Malbuub +shouts "Guuliob Nazg! Duuuuum Maaaat-Gazaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!"

Dorian raises his axe high as he charges Malbuub...

Malbuub is bound up and coverd by dwarves, he kicks and fights, bitting whatever he can, making as big a racket as he can

Dorian slams into one of the dwarf scouts surrounding the beast, then attempts to regain his stance to bring the axe high above his head. "You will die now!" he yells.

[Tysgin has disconnected.]

Malbuub cackles and coughs as he sees the axe above him, "Yes! Yes end where pig, away away tak-Nazguhl! Malbuub tries to scream as best he can, "Guhlob Nazg! Mat-Malbuub Mat-Gazat Naat-tak ash! obGrunderlob!"

Dorian pauses as he holds the axe high above his head, and screams "You will die now!"

Dorian brings the axe down as other Khazad lunge to hold it back. The axe hits the beast clean in the abdomen.

Malbuub spits at Dorian, "Pah, end Malbuub! Gazat Glib! Crancgh ta naat-guun-shara duum!"

Ralin remains near the entrance to the encampment, his eyes slightly wide as he surveys the scene and the orc the dwarves are attempting to pin. Looking from them he surveys the surrounding forest but does not approach further to assist.

Malbuub wracks with the jolt, the contents of what was obviously quite a largwe dinner spew from his mouth into Dorian's face

Malbuub shudders in pain and contortions, coughing up black blood as his entrails slowly spill on the ground, slowly he light in his eyes fades, he mutteds on his breath, the last words..."Buurguulob Gazat-mat ash duuuuu..." he never seems to finish his final curse.

Dorian steps back as the spew hits him, and he stumbles and lands on his bum, hard. The Khazad scouts start to grab him, but he yells "No" and stands back up. He approaches Malbuub, and sets his axe on the ready, for another strike. thing...

Malbuub 's head flops to the side as his neck is sliced clean through the bonme, but a big mucle and tendons hold it sickly to the side, no blood spews, just ozzes, obvioulsy he is already dead.

Dorian wipes his right arm against his face, to remove the spew there. He breathes heavily as he stands over the smelly mess.

Tholan walks in, looking around as he does so.

[Tholan goes Into Character.]

Dorian stumbles away from the mess, towards a small fire by the camp.

Ralin shifts to the side of the entrance to the encampment, his gaze falling on the slaughtered orc with a slight frown and then to Dorian.

Dorian stumbles to a small fire, near the camp, and drops to the ground. He begins to wipe the head of his axe with some cloth from underneath his mail, while staring at the fire. Soon a fellow dwarf brings him a mug, and he drinks from it before retuning to his wiping.

Dred appears from the forest to the south west.

[Dred has arrived.]

Dred comes slowly up to the camp to the treeline, takeing care not to knock over ant trees as he tose to see what is going on in the Gazat camp at this time.. and watches for any that is walk into the woods...

Dred smiles as he see that that all seem quiet in the camp, he then fingers his weapon as he watches the movement of the Gazats and wait for one to come clse to his hideing spot in order to grab it...

** Real time is: Sat Oct 11 16:22:13 1997, GMT -8 **

Elendor time is: Midnight (about Time for a Midnight snack ) on Monday, 19 September 3012. In the Autumn sky, The last quarter moon sails across the stars like a shimmering ship.

Dorian sits by a small fire, cleaning the head of his battle axe, trying to keep the gore off his hands and into the fire.

Culquesse joins you from the west.

[Culquesse has arrived.]

[Culquesse(#6208)] Fleetingly, a bird-shaped shadow crosses your own.

Dorian places several large sticks onto a small fire near the camp.

[Tysgin has connected.]

Dred hisses faintly and sees that the outer guards are watching the camp and not the woods arourd then smiles as he notes movement in the tree line on the north side of the camp..and know that could only be the uruk from the fort..he then waits for the Cry of attack to come..

[Gurgarath has arrived.]

[Gurgarath(#8828)] The rumble of drums sounds deep in the woods. The chattering of wildlife is stilled in the darkness that surrounds everything in this twisted wood.

[Culquesse(#6208)] Now the shadow shaped like a bird is back, distorted by the light of lamps in either camp. What's this? It seems to be getting bigger.

Dorian stands up from the fire and +shouts "What the....what is this noise!"

Tysgin's ears perk up as he hears the shouting and the earth shaking rumbling and runs over to DOrian with a concerned look on his face.

[Dorian(#17758)] The scouts around the camp stand straighter as drums sound in the woods.

Tholan stands up, glancing around as he hears the drums.

[Culquesse(#6208)] The eagle wonders too, for it begins to circle down on the cold air, at an elliptical path that angles down behind the dwarven guard.. and it lands, inconspicuously, and even not seen save for those at the very rear of the guard.

[Tysgin(#18220)] As the rumling becomes larger with time, Tysgin say to DOrian without hesitation but after he searches the trees for enemies, "Dorian hail.

[Soldiers has arrived.]

[Mardahk has arrived.]

[Gurgarath(#8828)] An earth shaking tempo shakes your ears, seeming to grow louder amid the complete darkness of the forest, and the opressive boughs of it's maligned trees.

[Dorian(#17758)] Several Black Raven scouts rush toward the noise, to set up a barrier, while others step to the rear, to check that area.

[Ori(#607)] An older dwarf near the fire hisses and peers out from the camp in a vain atttempt to pierce the utter blackness of the Mirkwood with his eyes alone. "Drums in the Cursed Wood bode ill, cousins! The wood-elves favor hunting-horns!" he glares at Dorian, "You! With that infernal racket in killing that rukh!! You've drawn something evil upon us.."

[Gurgarath(#8828)] The marching drums rattle onward, becoming louder and louder, nearer and nearer, though the flicker of torchlight is nowhere to be seen amid the shadowed wood.

[Mardahk(#20056)] Vaguely human shadows flit about beneath the boughs of the trees to the northwest...

Dred chuckles faintly at hearing the sounds of the war durms from the north, and at not seeing the large bird land though the over grown tree that shade the road he readlys himself to attack from the south..but waits this the first rush come from the Eyes forces...

Dorian looks around and yells "I did nothing!" as he takes his battle axe into his hands and stands by the fire, looking outward around the camp.

[Culquesse(#6208)] Unseen and unheard, the eagle flies up. For help? Or can you hope for that? With a mighty downstroke, Culquesse launches into the air.

[Culquesse has left.]

Malbuub 's dead body lays slumped over a log, though magngled, a sort of half crooked grin is across his face, perhaps he died with it, ormaybe i's just chance.

Dorian turns briefly at a rushing noise to his rear, then turns again to the noise of drums.

[Dorian wields Dwarven Battle Axe.]

Tholan's hand moves to his axe, dark eyes looking towards the woods.

[Tholan unstraps a steel battle axe from his back. The dwarf holds it in both hands, the axehead gleaming a bit as do the Dwarf's dark eyes.]

With the evil words eminating from the ancient Khazads mouth, Tysgin gasps as he searches the trees once more, this time seeing a faint light, perhaps torches, grow as does the sound of drums. In an instant Tysgin whips his hands to his axe at his side and raises it in front of his face as he stands, facing the Mirkwood trees.

[Gurgarath(#8828)] The tempo rises into a quick roll, and just as suddenly as it began, the druming stops.

[Gurgarath(#8828)] Silence.

[Dorian(#17758)] The Black Raven scouts spread out in a fan formation, to one side of the road at the knoll. They hold ground in the middle of the road. Tholan grunts at the abrubt silence of the drums. He turns to look at Dorian and the other dwarves, before glancing back towards the woods.

Ralin crouches along side of one of the tents, his eyes, large as he peers about in the darkness surrounding the dwarven camp. Drawing forth his hammer in an unaccustomed manner he watches in feer.

[Ori(#607)] The old dwarf draws his cloak aside, revealing a worn axe, favored weapon of the khazad for long ages. He berates Dorian a bit more, while setting his feet wide apart in an familiar, but alarming, stance, "Now we shall see what yours and that rukhs squawking has drawn to us through the filthy woods!" he calls to his fellows, "Do not stray too far from the fire! We don't want to confuse foe from friend!"

As the earth shaking drums come to a halt, Tysgin peers into the silence and solinety of the trees then to the eagle then to Dorian and then back into the trees awaiting another sound. A grunt eminates from his mouth as he says to himself, "Mahal, diminish this devilrey." his voice trailing off. He stands a bit further away from the fire than most but his stance wavers.

[Gurgarath(#8828)] Many dark shapes can now be seen standing just at the edge of the firelight. Twisted squat bodies, and creul gleaming weapons cry louder than words ever could that these creatures can be nothing other than Orcs.

Ralin remains in the center of the camp, dwarves and tents surrounding him and shielding him from immediate attack.

[Ralin wields War Hammer.]

Dred hisses to himself as the uruks seem to be takeing forever to begin there attack...he then jumps forward and lets out a loud war cry and swings his weapon at the closes gazat the can see..that being Dorian...

[Dred attacks Dorian with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds him!]

Dorian yells as a giant figure approaches him, and he tries to step away as somthing comes down through the dark ar him...he is hit in the hip as he jumps sideways, and rolls on the ground...

Gurgarath can be seen standing amid the host from the north, like a mound of earth built up high above the gathered Orcs.

Tysgin stills his body but his hands still shake as he waits in the darkness. In moments as the Olog-Hai screams out, Tysgin turns around and commenses his battle position towards the foul troll.

Tholan glances at the figures that are standing at the edge of the firelight, judging by their appearance that they must be Orcs. The Dwarf holds his battle axe in both hands ..

[Ori(#607)] Exclamations erupt on every side as Dred's huge bulk lumbers into the flickering firelight, "Oi!", "A trool!" and attacks a dwarf at the light's edge. Those dwarves at the van point, "The rakhas are upon us!", "The trool brought friends!", and "Stand yer ground, khazad!"

[Gurgarath(#8828)] A small contingent of Orcs moves forward, the hulking form of Gurgarath among them. The waiting line of troops behind them speaks that this is not to be a full scale assault.

[Dorian(#17758)] The camp comes to life as dark forms begin to dash about..

[Ori(#607)] The air seems to crackle with more than woodchips as the tension explodes into sparks of battle-lust, rising, rising....

[Gurgarath(#8828)] Whistling through the air, many black fletched arrows fall amid the lights of the camp.

[Dorian(#17758)] Several scouts turn to the noise near Dorian and Dred, and begin to charge that position.

Tholan and several other khazad turn and move forward to meet the group of Orcs that Dred is part of..

Dred swoing his weapon in a wide arc as the first gazat fall from his blow, he then swing at the gazat that was on left of Dorian.. that beeing Tholan...and hope that this one will fall as easlly

[Dred attacks Tholan with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!]

[Gurgarath(#8828)] A voice that seems to rise from the earth itself booms out...

Dorian tries to continue his rolling into a stand, and stumbles as he does so. He gathers himself and peers into the dark, snapping his head as things whistle past him.

After a few moments Tysgin backs slowly towards the fire as his eyes set upon the contingent of orcs with the occasional troll. His axe gleaming from the light at his back. With the swarm of arrows he dodges trying to shield himself with what he can come upon. In a second of fear he lashes out towards an orc that stands not far away. He screams through the air, "MAY MAHAL GUIDE ME!!!" he axe spliting the night air as the blade comes upon the orcs arm. It flails and falls on the ground grasping his wound.

[Dori has arrived.]

From the interior of the camp Dori comes rushing out, slamming his shining helm on his head. He draws his axe from the loop in his belt, and he shouts out, "Khazad to arms! enemies near the camp!"

[Dori wields War Axe.]

Gurgarath +shouts "Little ones, you are far from home, you would have done well to keep yourselves out of our wood."

Tholan see's the gigantic troll's axe comming too late, trying to avoid it hopelessly as it cuts into his armor. With a shout of pain, the dwarf stumbles back..

Several arrows land near the crouching, Ralin who stares out upon the fight with cautious eyes, his war hammer gripped tightly in his right hand the head resting on the ground at his feet.

[Tysgin(#18220)] Shouts of pain erupt from around the camp as many are wounded. One in particular, and old Khazad. He holds his arm in pain as blood is squeezed through his fingers.

[Ori(#607)] Rough laughter breaks out amid the trees, gravel on metal noise, as the black arrows rise and fall towards the fire and the shadowy figures milling about in the murk around it. Cries of "Little boys come to play in the woods!", "Gar! What's this, stumpies come fer the fun?", and "We'll have a roasting yet!" join the laughter.

Tholan's dark eyes glance at the lumbering troll, recognizing it as the creature that he and Dorian had 'encountered' in the woods earlier.

Dori sees the large hulking figures engaging the dwarves near the camp, and begins moving to aid his kin. From the camp several dwarves scurry about, strapping on armor and grabbing weapons.

Tholan grasps his axe in both hands, running at the troll and swinging it at him..

[Tholan attacks Dred with his Battle Axe, but Dred parries the attack with his Battle Axe!]

Dorian looks around as if dazed, but soon gathers himself and begins to chase the large shape that caused him pain first.... He runs close, and swings his battle axe toward the walking stump of leg that is in front of him...

[Dorian attacks Dred with his Battle Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.]

Gurgarath snarls a rough command, and the Orcs that surround him rush forward, charging the dwarven line of defense. Barbed weapons, creul scimitars, axes and spears glitter in the torchlight. Gurgarath walks forward, allowing the charging Orcs to crash headlong into the dwarven line.

Tysgin swings his axe over and over again slicing a few orcs but mainly missing with a hiss. A late stray from the flying swarm of arrows pierces his thigh as Tysgin grops in pain and envy for the dead. He limps and holds his thigh with one hand after breaking off the arrow a bit more than halfway. With his other hand his axe lumbers in the air, not hitting a thing save for the night air.

Dred chuckles faintly as he see the second gazat fall away and is about to move on to where he thinks the camp keeps there food stores.. but as he turn he block Tholan axe and side steps Dorian's as well.. he then swings back with his weapon to knock away Tholan...

[Dred furiously attacks Tholan with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds him!]

Leaving the first large troll to the group of dwarves fighting it, Dori moves away from the camp with a squad of infantry, and runs, armor clanking, to the end of the dwarven lines, and axe swinging, attempts to engage Gurgarath.

Tysgin says, "COUNSINS, THE TIME HAS COME. THE DARK IS UPON US, LASH OUT WITH THE STRENGTH OF MAHAL!!!!COUNSINS!"

[Dorian(#17758)] The Black Raven scouts try to hold off a charging mass of beings, hacking this way and that at the squirming beasts...

[Mardahk(#20056)] Amidst the chaos, no one notices a small band of black-clad figures scurrying eastward...

Soldiers heads down the knoll to the east.

[Soldiers has left.]

Mardahk heads down the knoll to the east.

[Mardahk has left.]

Gurgarath snarls something in a foul language, and the Orkish line breaks in one place, allowing but one unengaged Dwarf to pass through. Gurgarath advances towards the small form, his huge hammer gripped in one hand, and a buckler with a glaring red eye that stares straight at Dori in the other.

Ralin grapples with an orc as he is forced into the engagement by the pure presence of the orcs in the camp. Hasitly ducking under the others swing he brings his hammer to bear in an awkward manner and swings downwards at the orcs knee. It glances off, giving Ralin enough time to scurry out of reach.

Tholan grunts and shouts in pain as the troll's axe finds it's target once again, the dwarf's thick armor the only thing saving him from heavy injury.

Dori raises his battle axe, and shouts at the Olog-Hai in a gruff voice, "foul worm, though shall taste thy own blood as I shed it!" With that he swings his axe forward, trying to penetrate the troll's defenses.

[Dori attacks Gurgarath with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds him!]

[Ori(#607)] Suddenly one of the fire-pits in the camp explodes in a shower of sparks and black smoke, killing the fire! In the increased murk several dark shapes can be seen scurrying away as the sparks rise and the smoke billows out. Unfortunately, the devilry has hampered the orcs as well as the dwarves around that area of the camp, as the smoke is choking and blinding of even night-sight.

Dorian yells out "Come Tandora and all of the clan, come and take this fould beast down!" He looks up, up, at the tall beast in front of him, and charges toward it hard, to make up for his last miss. He swings his axe again at the foot of Dred.

[Dorian attacks Dred with his Battle Axe, but Dred parries the attack with his Battle Axe!]

Tholan rushes towards the troll again, axe flashing towards the lumbering beast's leg.

[Tholan attacks Dred with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a handspan.]

[Ralin(#26544)] Dwarves scurry about around the fire, those to young or injured to fight move quickly to to restoke the burning blaze with the large stack of wood.

[Gurgarath(#8828)] Dori's axe screeches across the face of the metal buckler, and then clatters across Gurgarath's scaly arm. The Troll chuckles, a low rumbling sound, before the great hammer he holds flies in a huge arc overhead, and hurtles downwards towards Dori's left arm.

[Gurgarath attacks Dori with his War Hammer, but he misses by a mile.]

Dred keeps moveing toward the storeage tent and sidesteps Tholan's counter attack... and is able to block Dorian's weapon with his once more. The in a wide arc, he swings his weapon at Dorian to knock him away (or so he hopes) then with the back swing he ride the top of the storage tent off...

[Dred attacks Dorian with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!]

[Dori(#14217)] The lightly armed dwarves clash weapons with the foul orcs, the clanging of metal ringing throughout the dark and forboding forest. Blood is shed on both sides, the black blood of the orcs mixing with the red of the dwarves.

Tholan grunts as his swing goes wide. He quickly brings his axe above his head, and swings it down towards the troll's leg again.

[Tholan attacks Dred with his Battle Axe, but Dred parries the attack with his Battle Axe!]

[Orcish scouts has arrived.]

[Ori(#607)] A yammering rises above the chaos of the fight as several orcs, sneaking towards another fire-pit, are intercepted by a squad of dwarves. In the ensuing melee an orc is pushed into the fire, and jumps up alight! Screaming and yammering it runs full through the battle, burning and smoking, and runs headlong into a tree at the side of the road with a sick crunching thud! The fire goes out as it falls, smouldering, to the bracken, ignored by all in the darkness and the chaos.

[Luzog has arrived.]

Seeing the large hammer come swinging down, Dori lunges away from the deadly mass of steel, and manages to dodge the hammer. With surprising agility he swings forward, while off balance, and aims his axe blade at the troll's leg.

[Dori attacks Gurgarath with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!]

[Dorian(#17758)] Dred's swing hits Dorian in the forearm, knocking him to the ground, before the swing knocks down one of the Khazad tents. Dorian yells loudly, but gets up to his feet, looking around the area.

From amidst the silent tree's, and within the darkest reaches of the forest, Luzog and his nine Uruk scouts creep close to the battle.. Silently, the few Uruk's draw arrows to string and carefully choose targets amidst the battles confusion.

[Luzog slings his shield over his shoulder.]

[Luzog brings his bow to hand and swiftly moves a black feathered shaft to string.]

Dred moves to step on a water keg, and as he dose he swings his axe behind him and is surprized that he blocks Tholan's blow..he then a half in a quick back swing hops to knock the dwarf away so he can crush more of the camps stores..

[Dred attacks Tholan with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!]

Tysgin gives the large number of foul entities a glare then backs away trembling. His axe shakes more and more as time goes on and soon he drops it. The blade clashes with a stone on the ground making an unheard noise. Tysgin grasps his thigh and stumbles on the ground. His knees scurry in the grass, the pain overcomes.

Gurgarath's laughter is cut short in a grunt as Dori's axe bites into his scale covered shin. Snarling, the beast reverses his grip on the hammer, drives the spiked top of the weapon down towards Dori's helmed head.

[Gurgarath attacks Dori with his War Hammer, but Dori parries the attack with his Battle Axe!]

Luzog turns to his snaga and grunts," Fires at will,but keeps hidden..dese Dwarves can'ts see any better than us in dis Forest black." Luzog holds to the staff of his bow and draws the shaft back releasing it into to fray.

[Luzog launches an arrow...]

[Luzog's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.]

[Dorian(#17758)] Several Khazad scouts work their way through the hoardes of evil, towards where Dorian Tholan and Dred fight. They move toward Dred, hacking with hammer and axe.

[Dori(#14217)] A dwarven soldier screams out in pain as an orc scimitar finds its mark, and completely hacks off the arm of the dwarf. Torrents of red blood follow...

Dori raises his axe to block the spike of hammer, and the metal spike and the flat blade meet with a few sparks. Dori stumbles back from the overwhelming strength of the powerful beast, and has to take a step back and gain his balance.

Tholan shouts out in pain as the Troll's axe finds it's way into the Dwarves armoured shoulder...the armor saving Tholan once again from what would have been a very deep wound..the dwarf swings his axe at the troll's arm in response..

[Tholan attacks Dred with his Battle Axe, but Dred parries the attack with his Battle Axe!]

Dorian stands, gripping his battle axe with his left hand, his right arm not seeming to work right. He brings the axe up along his side, and run as fast as he can at the hulking Dred...he swings the axe as he agina passes by Dred while Dred concentrates on Tholan...

[Dorian attacks Dred with his Battle Axe, but Dred parries the attack with his Battle Axe!]

Ralin clashes with another orc, his eyes still large and his hammer handle wet with sweat. The scimitar slashes out and deflects of his chain armor to dig a nasty gash along his forearm. Grunting he brings his hammer up around to smash into the creatures side.

Gurgarath lumbers forward undetered, black blood flowing freely down his leg. With another reversal of his hold on the hammer, Gurgarath's heavy weapon crashes down in a vertical arc towards Dori's right shoulder.

[Gurgarath attacks Dori with his War Hammer and mildly wounds him!]

[Tysgin(#18220)] In his moment of terror, he makes his way crawling over to Dred. Tysgin stands up and charges with hands outstreched. As he jumps his hands find their mark on Dred as he tries to push him to the ground.

[Tysgin attacks Dred with his Bare Hands and mildly wounds him!]

Dori attempts to dodge the large hammer of the troll once again, but the edge of the metal head nicks his should, and he grits his teeth as the weapon knocks him slightly sideways. He recovers quickly, and bringing his axe back, swings it towards Gurgarath.

[Dori attacks Gurgarath with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a handspan.]

Black Raven scouts begin to rush a large hulk near Dorian and Tholin as Tysgin attacks it.

Standing up for a better vantage, Luzog draws another black feathered shaft and fires again..This time hoping for more success.

[Luzog launches an arrow...]

[Luzog's bowshot hits Dori, mildly wounding him.]

[Ori(#607)] Several dwarves in the group near Dori crouch and bring short bows to bear. Drawing, several blue-fletched arrows sing forth and bite upon Gurgurath's thick hide, steel heads keeping the promise of their making to give the troll pain and misery.

[Dori(#14217)] The large group of infantry engaged with the main force of the orcs begins to falter and lose ground, slowly move back towards the camp, barely maintaining the line. The clanging of weapons echo through the dark night..

Dred frowns as the gazats attack him on force.. and takes a step back that crushing a few of the ale kegs... he is able to block the Dwarfs attack.. and then as Tysgin jumps forward he is able to move so he hit him in the leg..but it's as tho he hit stone. Dred then retuns the favor on that hit his leg with a quick down sswing in a hope to knock it away as well

[Dred attacks Tysgin with his Battle Axe and severely wounds him!]

Gurgarath steps aside on his long legs, easily stepping around the telegraphed attack from the Dwarf and his huge weapon. At the same time, the hammer descends again, it's head like a boulder hurtling down from atop a high cliff.

[Gurgarath attacks Dori with his War Hammer, but Dori parries the attack with his Battle Axe!]

Ralin ducks under the scimitar of an orc and scurries out of reach by tippingover a small barell into the other's path sending him tumbling to the side. With a lump in this through he doesnt run, instead rushing forward and bringing his hammer down towards the prone orc.

Dori winces at the black arrow glances his shoulder, but he maintains his concentration enough to raise his axe once again to parry the large hammer coming down upon him. With a surge of movement he lunges to the left, and uses the momentum to swing once again at the troll.

[Dori attacks Gurgarath with his Battle Axe, but Gurgarath parries the attack with his War Hammer!]

Tholan looks as if he's about to swing his axe, then stops, as Tysgin's in the way.

[Tysgin(#18220)] As Dred attacks Tysgin, Tysgin if swung across the knoll by his axe. He closes his eyes vigorously as teh wind is knocked out of him. He cries in pain as his side, although covered in mail, throttles with blood. Tysgin lays on the ground, clutching his side, crying out in pain in Khuzdul, "Mahal, my eyes are blinded..." his voice trails off.

Tholan's eyes go wide as the other dwarf is knocked way out of the way..With a grunt, he runs at the troll, axe swinging.

[Tholan furiously attacks Dred with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds him!]

[Dori(#14217)] From the dwarven camp, one of the sargents yells, "pack up the camp, be ready to retreat to the east, Khazad! We must hold the line until we can safely escape!"

Dorian looks around in the confusion, standing still. He looks toward the dark giant that has batted Tysgin away, and sees Tholan attack...

A clattering ensues as Gurgarath's scale covered hide repells most of the dwarven arrows. A few stick into him, but seem to belittle more than superficial wounds. Keeping his balefull gaze locked upon Dori, the Troll is able to drop his hammer, and bat aside the dwarves wide swing. A ring of steel crashing against steel is heard, and Gurgarath raises his battering weapon, throwing it down at Dori's head yet again.

[Gurgarath attacks Dori with his War Hammer, but Dori parries the attack with his Battle Axe!]

[Luzog(#26364)] Watching the Stumpies fly into disorganization at the brawn and might of two large Trolls, Luzog luaghs and speaks out.."Har...Little stu,pies met deir match...Nice fighting Trolls, eh?" With that Luzog pulls another shaft to string, and releases it watching it soar its way through the tree's and into the melee.

[Luzog launches an arrow...]

[Luzog's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.]

[Dori(#14217)] The merchants and unarmored dwarves in the caravan scurry to load the two wagons they are using for cover from the arrows, and only pack the necessary things. Barrels of ale and beer and several supply crates.

Tysgin gets up with a large limp grasping his side. For a moment he lets go and runs in a last effort to defend himself towards Luzog and his swarm of arrows.

Dorian turns and looks behind himself, to the road and across it, at the dark shapes that still carry forward toward the camp. He continues to stand still for a bit, then brings his axe up to his face, looks at it, mumbles a few words, and makes yet another charge to the bulk that has slammed Tysgin...

[Dred(#9034)] there is a loud clang as Tholan's axe hit homes..but seems to do little if anything.. then swings back at the dwarf that hit him with it's axe..and swing out at the dwarfs head... as he moves over to some large kegs that he notes under the tent...

[Dred attacks Tholan with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!]

Dori grunts as he blocks the crushing attack, his stance bending as he absorbs the bone shaking blow. Gathering his strength he swings at the troll, his axe blade attempting to find a weak spot in the monstrosity's defenses.

[Dori attacks Gurgarath with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a handspan.]

Ralin straightens from his fight with the now dead orc, his arm still bleeding and a new wound opened at his temple, blood trailing down his face and into his beard. Taking deep breaths he casts about, his eyes pondering his next move.

Dorian swings this time at the foot of the beast.

[Dorian attacks Dred with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds him!]

Luzog watches as the little Dwarf scampers off, away from teh fight, and gurgles with glee...He pulls up his spear and tries his luck with a toss, as the Dwarf runs past him away from the battle.

[Luzog positions his shield for his defense.]

[Luzog shoulders his bow across his back.]

[Luzog wields Spear.]

Tysgin runs with much effort towards Luzog and puts his arms in front of him, to try and set the orc off balance somehow.

[Tysgin attacks Luzog with his Bare Hands, but he misses by a handspan.]

Tholan howls in pain as the axe strikes him again, falling back and landing on the ground. He quickly gets up, so as not to let the large troll step on him, wether on purpose or by mistake.

In another attempt to pause Luzog's arrows, Tysgin flying his arms towards the foul orc bearing his spear.

Dwarven_Archers orient on Luzog and his lads as he cries out and comes forth from the trees. With a command, they turn towards his group and draw.

[Wielded: Double-recurved Steel Compound Bow]

[You fire off an arrow at Luzog...]

[Your arrow hits Luzog, moderately wounding him!]

Tholan grins as he sees Dorian's axe hit the troll, not realizing that it probably did little to nothing to the large creature..

[Luzog(#26364)] Quickly surprised at the sudden charge of the Dwarf, Luzog draws his shield in time just to batter off the insane charge by the unarmed stumpy.. He twirls around and tries to ram his spears head into the armored Dwarf.

[Luzog attacks Tysgin with his Spear and badly wounds him!]

Gurgarath's legs move surprisingly quickly; the huge beast steps backwards out of the range of the Dori's swing. In a half hearted attempt, the Troll thrusts his hammer down and forward, attempting to jab Dori's chest with the spike atop it.

[Gurgarath attacks Dori with his War Hammer and mildly wounds him!]

Tholan's little legs carry him towards the troll, and the dwarf swings his axe once again.

[Tholan attacks Dred with his Battle Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.]

Tysgin gets hit with the foul things spear as his clips his bloddy side.

Luzog lashes out, but just as he does, a Dwarven shaft catches him in the shoulder with a dull thud as it reaches through his leather jerkin.. He gives a cry of pain and his eyes begin to redden with mad tears.

Dori takes a quick step back, but not before the spike can poke him in the chest. His armor stops the blunt of the blow, the pure force behind the attack causing him to grunt. He grits his teeth, and grunting he lunges forward, swinging his axe with all his might at the towering agent of evil.

[Dori attacks Gurgarath with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!]

Dred hisses faintly as Doian weapon hit him in the foot, as he bends a bit to pick up a large barrel.. the glares at the one that hit him in the foot.. he then stands with the bearrl under his left arm and swing out at this dwarf..as he dose this he moves out of Tol's attack..

[Dred attacks Dorian with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!]

Tysgin throws the spear away towards the trees as he runs past the orc in pain trying to get free of the attack.

Dwarven_Archers, near the wagons being loaded, guarding the frantic preparations, orients again on Dori by way of the huge troll before him, and witha clipped command from their squad leader, let loose a cloud of darts towards its hulking shadow.

[You fire off an arrow at Gurgarath...]

[Your arrow flies wide of Gurgarath, doing no harm.]

[Dori(#14217)] The unarmed dwarves manage to pack up the bare essentials of the camp, including most of the tents and supplies, and begin to move east behind the lines of dwarven soldiers, attempting to escape along the road.

The dwarven infantry falters once again, the line of defense growing weak in spots. Many dwarves have fallen, but at no little cost, for slaughtered bodies of the orcs are numerous.

Dorian takes the hit from Dred on the run, straight in the back shoulders, and he leaves his feet and flies for several feet, before crumbling to the ground in a heap, his axe leaving his grip and landing a foot away from his reach.

[Luzog(#26364)] From the dark tree;s, black arrows continue flying around upon the Dwarves, and a few misfortunate Orcs that happen to be of ill luck.

Tysgin falls to the ground as small company of dwaves run to Tysgin as his scream fills to battle. The pull him out as his side fills with blood and his mail sliced easily by the trolls vile omen of destruction. The company drags Tysgin along out of the grassy knoll and into the little protection of the encampment

[Tysgin has left.]

Tysgin passes through the sentries and continues on into the encampment

Gurgarath growls, staggering backwards as the dwarven axe bites his upper thigh. Falling to one knee, the huge beast swings it's monsterous hammer downwards yet again, seeking to bash Dori's head flat, it would seem.

[Gurgarath attacks Dori with his War Hammer, but Dori parries the attack with his Battle Axe!]

Luzog watches more arrows from the Dwarfs strike and thud along nearby tree's..Moving behind a tree. Luzog pulls his bow back up to bear and readies an arrow for its journey

[Luzog slings his shield over his shoulder.]

[Luzog unwields Spear.]

[Luzog brings his bow to hand and swiftly moves a black feathered shaft to string.]

Dorian lays on the ground for a while, then sits up on his elbows, shaking his head and looking around for his weapon..

Luzog draws the string back and moves over the tree;s edge using the large oak for cover..He spies out one of the Dwarven archers and fires back

[Luzog launches an arrow...]

[Ow! You've been injured for 1 hp's by the bowshot.]

[ARB: Please RP this injury accordingly.]

[Dwarven_Archers(#607)] A dwarf near the nearly-loaded wagons pitches forward silently in the shadows, black-fletched arrow in his throat, lost in the chaos and darkness.

Tholan grunts as he sees Dorian get hit by the creature's axe..with another grunt, he charges the troll, swinging his axe at it's legs.

[Tholan attacks Dred with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a mile.]

Dori raising the shaft of his axe with both hands, using the strong wood to block the heavy swing of the massive hammer. He is almost forced to one knee from the impact, but manages to keep his feet. He steps to his right, and swings his axe at the troll's leg once again, the only good target he has.

[Dori attacks Gurgarath with his Battle Axe, but Gurgarath parries the attack with his War Hammer!]

Ralin moves eastwards with the merchants mingling his form in with theirs, the head of his hammer red with blood and held at the ready. His dark eyes watch for attacking orcs as they retreat.

Dred starts to make his way toward the wood, with the barral under under his arm..and swings out at Tholan as he trys to run after him with his prize..

[Dred furiously attacks Tholan with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds him!]

[Gurgarath(#8828)] The line of Orcs makes no move to intercept the fleeing caravan. The Orkish forces that originaly engaged the Dwarves are slowly begining to fall back.

[Dorian(#17758)] Some Khazad wagons begin to hurry to the west, while some of the tents and barrels of ale are left behind.

Gurgarath surges to his feet, catching the haft of the dwarven axe across the haft of his hammer. A loud crack is heard as the Troll forces the hammer forward, matching strength against strength in an attempt to gain the upper hand.

[Luzog(#26364)] The Orcish archers continue to rain their arrows down..Two are soon chosen by Dwarven shafts dropping one silently through the brush and the other with more violence, The Uruk falls to teh ground gurgling blood from his open throat caused by the protruding shaft.

Ralin flinches as arrows pass by and overheard. His eyes grow even larger as he the dwarf next to him clutches at an arrow protruding from his throat. Reaching out he catches the dwarf before he can fall and gruffly rolls him into the wagon.

Tholan growls out in pain as the troll's axe bites into his arm, stumbling backwards and tripping over a dead body. His axe falls to the ground, and the dwarf quickly tries to find it.

[Dori(#14217)] The dwarven infantry provides a wall of protection for the escaping caravan, but leave behind the remenants of the camp, several barrels of beer and ale, crates of supplies, and few empty tents. The dwarven infantry regroups as the orcish assault ceases to attack as hard.

[Dwarven_Archers(#607)] Dwarves begin to call out to their fellows to fall back towards the loaded wagons that are starting to rumble out into the night away from the battle, most of the wariors escorting them.

Dorian sees his weapon and grabs it. He stands, holding the axe in his left hand, right arm hanging limp. He sees the wagons leaving to the east, and then cries out, charging toward the giant who seems to be leaving...he hurries as fast as he can to catch the giant Dred.

Dori yanks his axe blade off the troll's hammer, and takes a few steps back, making a defensive stand with the troll as the full retreat east begins.

Luzog stands from the tree looking down upon the fleeing Dwarves and yells," Ha!1 Run fer yer lives Little Stumps!! All eyes of da forests be ours..Ha!"

[Luzog launches an arrow...]

[Luzog's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.]

By the time Tholan finds his axe again, the troll would have had ample time to attack him.

Dwarven Encampment heads down the knoll to the east.

Dred steps over the dead and fallen, cutting a few that swing at him from time to time..knocking them away with his axe..then looks back to the camp as he reaches the tree line...

Dwarven_Archers cover Dori's defensive retreat with a swarm of blue-fletched shafts.

[You fire off an arrow at Gurgarath...]

[Your arrow flies wide of Gurgarath, doing no harm.]

[Luzog searches around and finds some old arrows!]

Ducking quickly from the new volley of vengful Dwarven arrows, Luzog plucks a few from the tree's to add to his bundle..

Gurgarath gurgles a deep and rumbling laugh, which is echoed by the troops behind him. He stands still, merely saying, "Your people have fought well, you will live today by the fecundity of the eye. Linger long in our wood you may find his will can be fickle." The troops before him begin to fall back, passing by the solitary forms of Gurgarath and Dori without so much as a second glance.

Dred looks to the barrel he hold and smiles, then swings at a dwarf that comes too close to him and sends the poor dwarf flying agest a tree where it falls...

[Gurgarath(#8828)] The scene of death and destruction is a harsh counterpoint to Gurgarath's words. Many dead of dieing Orcs and Dwarves lay about, felled by arrows, or creul strokes, bleeding red and black blood upon the forest floor.

[Luzog(#26364)] Trying to keep the Dwarves on the run, the Orcs run along the dark tree's firing at random into the closed ranks of the warriors

[Luzog launches an arrow...]

[Luzog's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.]

Dorian ignores the Khazad going to the east, and runs as fast as he can, axe in his left hand, after Dred, a few scouts along with him. He yells loudly as a dwarf is slammed into a tree, then takes the opportunity to leap up to Dred's back, swinging the axe hard into the small of Dred's back..

[Dorian attacks Dred with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds him!]

Ralin falls back farther to the east, lanterns marking their way in the darkness. With his hammer now put away he rides beside the stricked dwarf in the wagon, his held tightly against the others next as he tries to staunch the flow of blood.

[Ralin unwields War Hammer.]

** Real time is: Sat Oct 11 17:47:21 1997, GMT -8 **

Elendor time is: Before Dawn (about 4 AM ) on Monday, 19 September 3012. In the Autumn sky, The last quarter moon hangs low and sleepy in the sky on the way to its bower behind the hills.

Dori's eyes dart from side to side as orcish warriors pass him and the large hulking troll stands before him, laughing. His visage darkens and his muscles tense. He shouts out, "if I be seein' ye again, worm, I shall remove your toungue, and we will see who is laughing then!" He continues his steady motion back away from the troll..

Dred hisses darkly as somthing hits him in the back..then in a loud yells he swings and swing at the thing that hit him and trys to remove it's head in one swing...

[Dred attacks Dorian with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds him!]

Tholan finds his axe, running after him, but too late, as the Troll is already too far ahead of Tholan for the dwarf to be able to catch up.

An old dwarf, arm bleeding, the same that recognized the drums of the orcs, appears at Dori's side, "Kinsman, Look! The rakhas are leaving! The dawn is coming! Let us remain, and take our dead from the field when the sun rises." his eyes amid the wrinkles are steady on Gurgarath as he falls back with Dori.

Gurgarath stands still, his rust colored scales glimmering slightly in the torchlight, as well as several fangs that are exposed in a mocking grin.

Luzog moves from his shadowed tree to smaller bushes ahead, dwaring nearer to the conflict, and the departing Dwarves..He hastily tries to bring another shaft up and fires it.

[Luzog launches an arrow...]

[Luzog's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.]

Dwarven_Archers fire towards the orcs falling back, past Gurgarath, past Luzog in his bushes.

[You fire off an arrow at Luzog...]

[Your arrow hits Luzog, moderately wounding him!]

As Dorian leaps and hits Dred in the back, his axe comes out from the flesh, luckily, for Dred's backwards swing only glances him on his head. The blow is enough though to knock Dorian to his back, and Dorian lies on the ground just behind Dred.

Gurgarath turns without another word to Dori, and yells harshly, "Allright, maggots, move yourselves back!" There is a bit of grumbling, and reluctant glances cast towards the retreating Dwarves, but the obey the Troll, moving in a loose formation to the north. Stepping forward, the troll follows. He does not seem to notice the isolated pockets of fighting, opting perhaps to let them burn out on their own accord.

Releasing a shaft, and hiding back beneath the brush seems to be of no help to Luzog. The Dwarven shafts sticks into his armor. The pain from the point jutting into his skin causes the Orc to lurch back onto the ground.

Dori continues east, now several yards from the withdrawing hoardes of orcs. He shouts to the remain dwarven soldiers, "retreat Khazad! We shall live to fight another day!"

Ralin heads down the knoll to the east.

[Ralin has left.]

Tholan follows a group of Dwarves towards the east.

Black Raven scouts heads down the knoll to the east.

[Black Raven scouts has left.]

Dred hisses to himself and walks over Dorian's body and head off in to the woods with his prize..

Tholan heads down the knoll to the east.

[Tholan has left.]

Dori heads down the knoll to the east.

[Dori has left.]

[You search the area looking for anything of interest...]

[You've found an arrow!]

Dwarven_Archers fall back between Dori and the wagons, picking up orcish darts as they go.

Luzog rises from his pain and brings up his shield to keep more from having similiar luck..He yells out to his archers," Snaga!! and dogs..Fall in da line of tree's near Dred.." With the order he grabs his spear and moves over toward Dred, careful of more Dwarves around teh way.

[Luzog shoulders his bow across his back.]

[Luzog positions his shield for his defense.]

[Luzog wields Spear.]

Gurgarath disappears into the northern forest, going north west.

[Gurgarath has left.]

[Dorian(#17758)] Several Luin dwarves drage Dorian's unconcious body to the east, following the caravan. Dorian heads down the knoll to the east.

[Dorian has left.]

[Luzog goes Out Of Character.]

Dwarven_Archers fall back, behind the last wagon, the primeval blackness of the forest swallowing them as the pass beyond the flickering of the still-burning fires in the ruined campsite.

Dred leaves the road, going south west into the forest.

[Dred has left.]

Orcish scouts leaves the road, going south west into the forest.