NEWS: The Battle of the Bridge

On Sterday, Day 28 of November, 3011 the sun was slowly setting in the sky. Dusk gave the forest of Mirkwood an eerie glow this night. In the Mordain camp there was excited chatter about past victories, and victories to come. Then RAKERATH, The Eldest Orc, returned to the Mordain camp from diplomatic relations with the Morians. He came surrounded by his honor guard and announced to the Mordain that they were to march to the Morian camp, and the two forces would march to the town of Laketown and demand a tribute from the humans. The Orcs then marched east to join with the Morians, and were met graciously by RAZZGRAK, who suggested that the two Armies share supplies in a gesture of alliance before heading off to demand the tribute. The idea was received well, and the two great armies of Orcs broke bread together and prepared to march to LakeTown.

When the combined army arrived at Laketown, they caught the humans attempting to bring down the bridge to there town in a last ditch effort to protect themselves. The armies immediately charged in to stop the destruction of the bridge. After much fighting and burning of Laketown, the combined forces of the horde forced the humans to draw back and cower behind the gates of their pitiful city. The humans barely managed to bring the bridge down before being overrun by the horde.

After the battle of the bridge, as it has been named, the Eldest Orc and the general Razzgrak approached the beach to make a proposal of peace to the Lakemen. "For a mere pittance of 25 GF a year, split between the Mordain and the Morians we will withdraw from your gates and leave you in peace," cried the Eldest. After many attempts at convincing, the Dale-Landers refused to pay the tribute to Mordor, and the order to build boats to cross the lake was issued.

Now the Orcs stand at the brink of a great day, and the combined camp is filled with the noise of hundreds of boats being built. The decree: "Leave none left to tale the tale." Now the great storm has arrived, and the pitiful floating town shall be drowned in its wake. Prepare yourselves, Mordain, for this is war and the blood will flow. FOR THE EYE!