Mirkwood Raiders

Amaryllis walks along with Webb, still grinning faintly, her hand in his.

Carra is close behind, panting softly as he trots.

Buurz crouches low, all the uruk freeze and crouch...

Dirt Road through Open Plains

The road through the plains is the only thing which breaks the unending fields of three feet high grass. No tree, or even bush, dares to show itself above the wavering brown grass. A few rabbits, birds, and other animals can be seen making their way through the grasses.

Contents:
Amaryllis
Webb
25 Uruk Warrior scouts hiding in the weeds

Webb has a hint of a smile upon his face too as he looks over to Amaryllis and murmurs something to her that can't really be made out by the uruk.

Webb +whispers to Amaryllis, "... ... ... ... ... ... ..."

Amaryllis smiles a little, murmuring back.

Amaryllis +whispers to Webb, "... ... ... of pressure..."

With the cover of the comming dark, Buurz lifts his head above the weeds to spy on the two humans.

Webb nods and murmurs, "I ..."

Buurz studies them carefully, as yet unable to make a positive ID...

Amaryllis tilts her head a bit, and nudges at Webb's shoulder, "It was a joke, Webb..."

Buurz peers through the dark, his nostrils flare as he smniffs

Webb grins rather sheepishly and says, "..."

Amaryllis grows a bit mroe serious, and murmurs, "I'm glad I could be a help."

Buurz slides his axe down off his back, and slowly brings a sort of whistle to his lips...

Webb seems to be paying much more attention to his companion than the scenery around him, still, once in a while he peers at his surroundings, mostly out of a cautious old habit...

A shrill chriping like a big cricket can be heard, right after that dark figures rise up from all around, some advance, some stay put with bows. They move quickly and suprisingly quietly despite their bulky apperances...

Amaryllis's eyes widen, a small shocked squeal leaving her lips at the first appearance of the menacing shadows.

Buurz raises up, his axe high above his head, he drops it down silently and raps it on the bottom of his boot three times, the figures come in low and fast...behind the group, towards the village 4 uruk stretch a net amongst themselves and run towards the two humans...

Amaryllis immediately turns to Webb's protection, clinging to him as her head whips around.

Webb's attention is drawn by the chirp... maybe to him it doesn't quite sound like a cricket should sound. His expression draws pale, and he tightens his grip upon his staff, slipping his hand away from Amaryllis's, quietly cursing himself for disregarding the incident the other night. His eyes dart back and forth as he tries to make some sort of sense of the incident, and find a way out.

Amaryllis remains close to Webb, perhaps tripping him up a bit, getting in his way as she looks around frantically.

The Warriors Gundrulgorob rush in quiet and fast, within seconds they are all about the group, the net is flung and four Uruks crash down upon the humans, the net casters become the net's anchor, griped in their vice like clawed hands...

Amaryllis thrashes and claws at her stringed captor, screeching and growling the entire time. After a bit, she has managed to thoroughly entangle herself in the netting, making escape impossible - movement difficult.

One of the warriors squares of at the latge dog. his scimitar drawn and gleaming wickidly, with a few taunts the barking animal is left for dead, wounded and imobile.

Webb starts to dash towards the uruk who seems to be orchestrating the whole ambush, his eyes flashing dark with hatred... then realises he would be leaving Amaryllis open to attack by doing so and hesitates as he turns instead to swing at one of the net weilders, but his hesitation has ruined the opportunity, and he is ensnared alongside her.

Amaryllis falls limp eventually ,as she realizes the futility of further struggling. Her chest heaves with soft panting, and she tries to locate Webb, calling his name quietly.

The Net Casters squirm about with the Humans, they beat upon them, though not to kill so much as shut them up. Eventually wrists and ankles are grapled for with rough hands

Amaryllis struggles only briefly against her captors, moaning faintly as old wounds are renewed, and fresh ones begun.

Buurz taps the heel of his boot twice with the axe, quickly other uruk rush in with ropes and gags...

Webb feigns unconciousness upon the first blow, and rather sharply kicks one of the uruk in the face as he bends over to restrain him, neatly removing a few teeth. The move does not change the tactical situation much, as another Uruk is nearby to give Webb a good kick in the ribs and wind him.

In short order the humans arms and legs are bound with rough rope, twisted tight by sticks, arms behind them, tied at wrist an elboes the humans hands are tied to thier feet with a length of rope as well. Roughly filthy rags are stuffed into mouths with filthier hands.

Amaryllis protests incoherently and ineffectually around the disgusting rag, trying to force it out of her mouth as she kicks at those orcs nearest.

Buurz comes forward and pushes the uruk away that kicked Webb, he says to him quietly but with venom, "Deys not to be mangled up, or wes gets it, ya hear?" Buurz looks the tied humans over and points at a couple of the larger orcs and motions them to the humans.

Webb uses the opportunity presented by the uruk attempt to gag him to sink his teeth into the filthy hand of the lucky Uruk to get that task.

The uruk with the hand in Webb's mouth stifles a squeal but refrains from stricking the human, much to his own surprise, perhaps as well as Webbs...strong threats made by nastier commanders wins.

Two big brutes reach for the bodies and flip them to thier stomachs...

Amaryllis oofs softly, wincing as still somewhat sore ribs are traumatized further. She gives a small whimper, her eyes casting about for Webb.

Buurz clicks the axe against his heel once and the humans are lifted roughly and flung over strong broad sholders, heads to the rear and feet to the frount, the Two Brutes make off...

Webb spits out a generous quantity of the Uruk's blood as he is hauled up and slung over an Uruk shoulder and placed in a position where he can't really do any damage. He looks over to Amaryllis to see how she has fared..

The cricket whistle is heard again and the entire party moves as one, archers on the perimiter and the others around the Two Brutes

Amaryllis seems to have managed to tire herself out. She hangs limply, making soft noises now and then at an especially rough step by the orc carrying her.

Hours upon hours it seems the two are bounced along on sholders...