Ambush by Rauros Falls--Part Three
Gramfyst cannot get to his feet quickly enough to face his enemy, and Troglaaz's blade opens a small gash on his thigh as he is up on one knee. Grimacing, and still dazed from the fall, the Rohir uses the momentum of standing up to thrust his blade upward toward Trog's midsection.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.
Gimles grins mirthlessly and easily steps back from the attack, though showing a limp. His spear again darts forward, ruthlessly crashing towards the bloody chest.
Troglaaz springs up nearly straight on his legs as he spins his body around, the human's thrusting blade glancing harmlessly off his heavy mail coat. His left shoulder now turned towards Gramfyst, he darts towards the man's right side and brings his scimitar slashing up towards his upper chest.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Arachias growls as the spear pricks again his already bleeding wound. His eyes close and his flesh shivers as he places the pain far behind him. Then with an opening of his infernal eyes he howls and curses, letting his tongue spray Gimles in slobber and foam. Quickly he moves to the right, freeing the spear with his open hand. Then with a desperate lunge he hacks at his opponents side, trying to create a wound of equal size.
Arachias attacks Gimles with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.
Gramfyst has regained his feet by this time, longsword in one hand with the small buckler still in the other. Blood and mud stain the blade of his word, and he brings it up defensively to knock away Troglaaz's scimitar. He takes quick step forward, jutting out his shield in an attempt to keep his enemy from being able to bring his scimitar back close for a defense. At the same time he stabs forward intending to impale the Uruk right through the chest.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but Troglaaz parries the attack with his Scimitar!
Gimles dodges to the side and thrusts his spear in between the orc's legs. Then with a quick jerk, he whips the shaft upward, hoping to trip the beast..
Gimles attacks Arachias with his Spear and lightly wounds him!
Arachias growls and feels the sharp sting of the spear again impale his already flooding side. With a loud howl he looks towards the approaching olog-hai and ducks behind its thundering legs. There he grasps his wounds and lets the great troll do as it will. His breathing seems heavy as black bubbling blood pours onto the ground, littering the fair shores of this place. As he notices the mess a dark chuckle comes deep from his gut and he removes his hand, letting his foulness pollute what once was so pure.
A blood curdling cry rises up to meet the darkened dawn. Charging indescriminantly through the field of battle, the Troll rains blows down right and left, felling enemies with the sheer wieght of his gargantual weapon. As fate may have it, the next target of that heavy hammer would be Gimles. Rising up high over the Troll's head, the hammer drops with tremendous force towards the human far below.
Gurgarath attacks Gimles with his War Hammer...
The attack against Gimles severely wounds him!
Troglaaz takes a quick step back and to his left, his body twisting awkwardly to narrowly avoid the human's attack. The blade passes less than an inch away from his left side, and the Uruk-hai breathes a silent sigh of relief even as he drops his weapon arm down to free his weapon from Gramfyst's shoving buckler. His dark lips twist into a cruel sneer as he slashess the scimitar up towards the underside of the Rohirrim's shield arm.
Arachias hears the sting of steel about him and raises his scimitar to begin to fight those hoomans who approach him. His chest thrusts forward to tease them and litter with with his dark blood while he jabs his scimitar towards their own open flesh. A dark cackle continues to errupt from his gut as if madness or excitment have taken hold on his mind. Drool flings forth from his mouth and with every chuckle foam spews over his lips and down his chin, mixing with the mud filled air and pouring rain.
A look of horror and dread finds its way onto Gimles's face as the massive troll thunders down upon him. He throws his shield up quickly in an attempt to block the blow-- but to no avail --the hammer crashes into his shoulder, a horrible bone crunchign sound filling the air leaving his shield dangling uselessly from his destroyed limb. Desperately he jabs out at the troll's knee....
Gimles attacks Gurgarath with his Spear!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
A sharp-intake of breath is the only sound Gramfyst makes as Troglaaz opens a long wound along the tricep of his shield arm. Instinctively the man clutches the shield closer to him to protect the wounded arm from further injury. Teeth clenched, he temporarily drops to one knee, flipping his blade over so as to bring it up in a bladed upper-cut toward his opponant's abdomen.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but Troglaaz parries the attack with his Scimitar!
Gurgarath snarls as his hammer does not drop Gimles on the first blow. His snarl deepens as the human's spear scrapes across his scaly shin. His bloody teeth bared, the Troll advances with ponderous steps, bringing his hammer down in a wide vertical arc towards Gimles' head. A rush of whistling wind acompanies the hammer as it drops like a bolt of lightning from the stormy grey skies.
Gurgarath attacks Gimles with his War Hammer...
The attack against Gimles severely wounds him!
Arachias continues to fling his sharped edges blade against the 'strawheads' who face him. His growl becomes darker with each stroke and though he kills many his wounds become deeper and deeper with their counter attacks. Soon he again reaches up to grab his flowing side, trying to stop it bleeding as his chest heaves in pain. His fleshy brows lower determined to go on and with a dark growl he fights onward, the steel clashing for their makers and their cause.
Troglaaz laughs once more as his scimitar strikes flesh, a low, rasping sound echoing from behind his helm's facemask. Stepping towards Gramfyst's right side, he pulls his blade back to knock away the blade as it rises towards his midsection, the blackened steel of Barad-dur ringing as it clashes with the Rohirrim weapon. The -hai's weapon rises quickly overhead as he steps cautiously around the human, remaining poised to strike for a split second before crashing down towards the Rohirrim's head.
Troglaaz furiously attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar and lightly wounds him!
The blow meant for Gimles's head misses his mark and again crashes into his left shoulder, spraying blood and shards of bone. The impact of the massive hammer knocks the rider from his feet, his spear flailing wildly at the trunk-like legs as he tumbles to the wet ground.
Gimles attacks Gurgarath with his Spear!...
...and he misses!
Steel clangs on the studs of Gramfyst's helm, his head slammed backward with the force of the blow. A small split in the leather is the result, and the human seems none the worse for the wear for it. Immediately he counter-attacks, bringing his shield up as a distraction while his goried blade whistles beside it in a horizontal arc toward Troglaaz's chest.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!
Troglaaz snorts mockingly as his blade damages the Rohirrim's headgear, knocking his head backwards. His eyes turn towards the rapidly moving shield arm, and he flinches in surprise as the human's blade slashes across his chest, though with not enough force to break through the mail armor. Drawing back a step, he snarls ferally and swings his scimitar in a low, wide arch at the flesh beneath the man's right armpit.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!
Gurgarath takes a step forward, and bats Gimles' spear away with his shin. The huge beast now stands like a ghastly colussus, blood and gore covering it's chest, it's hammer stained with blood and flecks of bone, as it straddles the prone form of the brave rider of Rohan. A rumbling growl, that seems to rise from deep caverns beneath the earth, ripping lose to rise to the sky in a deafening chorus of hatered and bloodlust, screeches from the Trolls bloody mouth. With the cry the hammer descends, bound straight for the center of Gimles' chest.
You recklessly attack Gimles with his War Hammer...
Gurgarath has defeated Gimles!
The attack against Gimles fatally wounds and defeats him!
Gramfyst staggers backward as his enemy's blade finds it's mark once more. Blood streams from the unprotected armpit, and Gramfyst roars in pain. He blinks, realizes the severity of this wound, and a look of grim determination washes over his face. Almost breaking into a run, he charges Troglaaz with the intent of bowling him over and running him through, sword aimed at the Uruk's gut.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!
A look of resignment covers Gimles face as the hammer falls, and he hardly feels the weapon crush his chest and turn his organs to paste. He closes his eyes and thinks one last thought, 'King, Clan, Country' the words are barely whispered and then the Speremund knows no more....
Even as he crashes into Troglaaz, Gramfyst's gaze falls upon the crushed body of Gimles not far off, crimson-clad in the grey morning light. He cries out, a wordless plea to the heavens at the sight of his countrymen fallen. Indeed, the marshy ground is strewn with the remains of horse and men,hacked nearly beyond recognition.
Troglaaz starts to back away from the rushing Gramfyst, but is overtaken by the desperate Rohirrim. His weapon rises defensively before him, but the man's thrusting blade evades his defenses and cuts through several links in his mailed gut. With a snarl of rage and pain, the Uruk-hai thrusts the end of his own weapon at the charging human's chest even as his left hand drops to grip at the bloody gash at the side of his stomach.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar and lightly wounds him!
Gurgarath's hammer drops from his grasp, landing in the mud beside the human corpse. A hand dripping black claws reaches down, and grabs Gimles by the colar of his leather armor. The human is lifted upwards, it's arms hanging back behind it, and it's legs dangling, to the mouth of the gargantuan Troll. There is a sickening crunch as the Troll rips it's fangs through the neck of the unfortunate creature, tearing apart it's thorat.
As though by a miracle, the tip of Troglaaz's weapon catches on a scale of Gramfyst's mail, and even with the weight of the enemies colliding, barely pricks the man's flesh beneath. Indeed, Gramfyst seems to have not felt anything, and with the rage still flowing through him at the sight of the fallen Gimles being torn to pieces, he cries out and wildly slashes at Troglaaz's face, pushing away as he does.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!
Forced back by the sudden ferocity of his opponent's attack, Troglaaz stumbles in the difficult footing, almost losing his balance as Gramfyst swings at him. The human's sword strikes the top edge of his helmet, ringing loudly and leaving a large dent in the thick metal. Shaking his head dazedly form the impact, Troglaaz plants his feet firmly on the ground and drops to a low crouch, his scimitar's blade slashing through the air towards the human's midsection.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.
Gurgarath flings aside the corpse, it's arms and legs thrashing about wildly as it hurtles through the air. The ruined body lands unceremoniously in a tangle of arms and legs in a puddle of bloody mud.
Gramfyst had pushed far enough away to narrowly avoid the blade skimming his abdomen, and he uses the brief respite to gather his wits. Blood drains from under both arms, one from the tricep, the other in the armpit, and his movements have slowed considerably. Breathing heavily, his eyes have begun to glaze. His horse is dead, his comrades are dying around him.
Gramfyst +shouts "Rohir! The Mark! The Mark! Stand with me and push back these filth! Let the swamp swallow their bones forever!"
Gramfyst gathers his strength and charges Troglaaz, a growl growing into a shout as he crashes his sword down toward the Uruk-hai's scimitar arm.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!
Gurgarath leans over, and takes up his great hammer once again. Chuckling darkly, he looks about the field filled with death and carnage, where the Orcs have pushed the riders of Rohan back. His glittering black gaze falls upon two figures: an Orc and a Human, engaged in bloody combat.
Troglaaz laughs loudly once more as the human backs away, his dark eyes narrowing to glare intently at his opponent. As the Rohirrim rushes forward once more, he backs away several steps, his weapon arm rising in an attempt to deflect the sudden attack. The blades clash once more, though this time, the human's sword crashes down to glance off his mailed forearm. With a bloodthirsty snarl, the -hai swings his weapon heavily at the side of thehhuman's left knee.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!
Ransul comes along from the direction of the falls.
Gramfyst screams in pain as the blade lays his leg bare to the bone, flesh and muscle parting at the behest of Troglaaz's scimitar. He drops to one knee, wobbling unsteadily as his blood pours into the mud beneath him. Struggling to get up, it is plain he cannot. Giddy with pain, he instead weakly slashes at the shins of his opponant.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!
Gurgarath's eyes glitter as they dart back and forth between the Orc and the Human, a slight smirk resting upon his lips. All about him the cries of the wounded and dieing rise to the sky, both Orc and Human. The spears and axes of the Orkish line hole fast, driving the riders back.
Kylier saunters in from the west.
Kylier rides up, his horse panting heabv..heavly as he has task it hard the last miles
Ransul circles north just yards away from the thick of the battle. His mount snorts impatiently, constantly jerking her head towards the small host of foul creatures. "Easy Vansha..." her rider hisses, his eyes finally comming to rest on his target. Then his stomach drops as his eyes behold a creature only known to him by the fairytales of his youth. "Helm..." his voice trails off as his mount hesitates and stammers.
Kylier seeing Gram on the ground he leaves his horse, slashing at an orc, who is quickly cut down, he moves to his aid
Troglaaz steps away from the human's low strike, the blade cutting a shallow gash just below his left knee through his thick leather pants. Flinching from the sharp pain of the small wound, he steps forward and raises the black scimitar overhead as he prepares to strike down. "For the Eye, strawhair!" He growls out as he brings the weapon crashing down towards the area joining Gramfyst's neck to his right shoulder.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar and lightly wounds him!
Gramfyst's own instability saves his life, and he happens to wobble at the right time for Trog's blade to glance off his helmet with little other result. He is still down on one knee, unable to rise, and in an effort to keep his enemy away he wildly slashes again, his strength waning quickly. "Curse you, beast of the darkness..." is his breathless reply.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword and badly wounds him!
Gurgarath stands tall amid the blood of numerous bodies, both red and black, and the cries of the dieing. A river of dark red washes down over his mouth and chin, to his neck, to fan out over his massive chest. He seems to be occupied by watching a pair of combatants, but his black eyes shift, towards Ransul for a moment, regarding the horseman with a gaze that is sharpened steel.
Troglaaz curses loudly as his blade misses it's intended mark, glancing instead, off the human's helmeted head. Stepping towards Gramfyst's left side, he is unable to parry the man's blade, which cuts through the mail at his side with a sharp metallic ring. A loud growl is heard from the back of his throat, his face contorting with pain even as he swings his scimitar around to strike the man's weapon arm.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar, but Gramfyst parries the attack with his Longsword!
Ransul clenches his jaw and musters his courage. A fire now burns in his eyes and battlerage takes him over completely. Glittering speartip level and spurs sink into his mounts flanks. The great black mare responds immediatly, leaping forward, charging directly towards the troll. None in the path are spared as rider and horse crash through at full gallop. Only feet away from the troll does he veer, and quickly to his left, crossing his shield arm over the horses back and jabbing with spear.
Ransul attacks Gurgarath with his Spear!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Kylier as he continues his march to Gram he cuts down another foul creature, close by he turns in time to strike one down as he runs at his back
Gramfyst manages to fend off Troglaaz's strike with his buckler, batting the blade away as he undercuts toward the Uruk-hai's right thigh. It is a quick jab, not strong, but Gramfyst grunts with the exertion as blood pours from the open wounds on his own body.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.
Gurgarath turns as the lone horseman thunders forward, regarding him calmly as he approaches. The Troll's buckler extends, and his hammer lays poised tosstrike. The spear jabs around Gurgarath's arm, rakeing down it's scaly length, and retracting with a small bit of black blood decorating it's tip. The heavy hammer of the Troll is then swung in a massive horizontal arc towards the passing rider's chest.
Gurgarath attacks Ransul with his War Hammer...
The attack against Ransul moderately wounds him!
Troglaaz grunts painfully as his sudden movement sends a wave of sharp pain from the large wound at his side. Snarling angrily as his blade is knocked aside, he attempts to rush forward once more, barely avoiding the human's quick, jabbing strike by turning his body aside. His scimitar flashes once more, as he swings the bloodied, dripping black blade at Gramfyst's right side.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar, but Gramfyst parries the attack with his shield!
Kylier finds his way blocked to Gram he watches another rider go to his aid, stricking quickly he blade strikes an orc in the c..mouth, cutting of f it's foul scream
Somehow this position for Gramfyst has proved a good one for defense, and even o none knee he blocks the scimitar blade from cutting into his flesh another time. A gleam in his eye shows a glimmer of hope, and he propellers his blade with a twist of his wrist in an attempt to slash the Uruk-hai's throat.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but Troglaaz parries the attack with his Scimitar!
Troglaaz pulls back his scimitar almost instantly as his strike is knocked aside by Gramfyst's shield, his filthy, yellowed teeth gritting in pain from his various small wounds. With a quick swing of his scimitar, he manages to barely knock aside the Rohirrim's attack. Snarling angrily, he slashes his weapon backhandedly towards his opponent's face.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar, but Gramfyst parries the attack with his shield!
Dalamar comes along from the direction of the falls.
The suprise Ransul felt as his spear found flesh is only surpased by the flash of blinding white light that follows the hammers blow. His shield is driven into his chest, and the crack of ribs under leather armor rings in his ears...Nearly dismounted the the rider struggles for his breath and control of the charging steed. Some 30 yards away the horse slows and turns on her own...Ransuls eyes swim in pain and unconscoucly he heels the horse again, and she charges forth, now blackened speartip leading the way.
Ransul attacks Gurgarath with his Spear!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Out of the north Dalamar creeps through the brush his hand over his chest trying to stop the bleeding he uses his skills as a scout to stay hidden and flee west.
Dalamar heads off into the plains to the west.
Gramfyst cringes, instinctively pulling his buckler up in front of his face. By Helm's hand, the scimitar's blow falls directly in the center of the shield.
With that Gramfyst thrusts his own blade upward at the outstretched weapon arm of Troglaaz.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.
Kylier finds him self to a large orc, the creature strikes but his shield takes the blow as he moves from the wight of the attack he swings back, totaly missing the thing
There is a crash as Ransul's spear strikes the quickly placed shield of Gurgarath, and skitters away, leaving a large scrape across the shield's glossy black surface. The Olog-hai takes a step back, and to the side, pushing the spike that crowns his hammer out towards Ransul's spear arm.
Gurgarath attacks Ransul with his War Hammer...
Ransul dodges the attack.
Arachias see's Kylier and growls darkly, slowly he brings his large feet to carry him towards him. His side is dark and black, its bleeding stopped but providing evidence of the last fight he got in. His eyes glitter for a moment in the dim light of the rain and with every step towards his now chosen opponent, mud flings up into the air and rain washes away his frothing mouth.
Troglaaz spits angrily as his blow is stopped by the Rohirrim's buckler, his right hand adjusting it's grip around the slippery, muddy hilt of his weapon as it is nearly jarred from his grasp. Pulling his arm back overhead, he avoids the human's thrusting attack as he prepares to strike once more. "Fall, cowardly beast!" He growls, his blackened, muddied and bloody blade falling towards Gramfyst's right shoulder once more.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!
Kylier as his swing misses he spins away, only to see another creature rush at him, he readies him self for the oncomeing fight, his shield held read and his blade, now darkened with the blood of the foes, he stands ready
Gramfyst cries out as the armor on his shoulder splits, a new wound opening beneath. It is a cry of anger and pain, and he curses the Uruk he faces. Struggling, he finally stands up on his good leg, a tottering limp barely keeping him upright. He loses his balance momentarily, but capitalizes upon it by careening to the left unexpectedly and jabbing at Troglaaz's ribs.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword and badly wounds him!
Arachias pace begins to speed up and then suddenly he releases a howl which shatters the thick air about the two warriors. His mouth drops to spew foam and slobber upon Kylier which flies through the rain on its foul course. His scimitar raises in the lust of battle and shines brightly in the light of the dark day. Quickly it swings towards his opponents legs, trying to take them out with a suprise and swift motion.
Arachias attacks Kylier with his Scimitar, but he misses by a long shot.
Kylier laughs at the helpless orc as he dodges the attack, as the thing swing makes hism cary past he swing s his sword, striking at the legs of the thing.
Kylier attacks Arachias with his Longsword and badly wounds him!
As the mare charges past the olog Ransul is able to lean far enough right so that the spiked end of the hammer whistles just inches from his body, leaving him untouched. Again the horse wheels to face the beast and she snorts, before charging again. Hooves pound the damp earth and this time Ransul pulls her short at the trolls feet and she rears, liifting rider and spear high into the air then comming down with a scream, "For Eowain!!" the spear comes down with all force towards the monsters belly.
Ransul attacks Gurgarath with his Spear!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
Troglaaz's dark lips part as he laughs mockingly at the sight of the Rohirrim's split shoulder, and flowing blood. Stepping towards the stumbling man, he raises his scimitar overhead as he prepares to strike. Gramfyst's sudden attack catches him offguard, piercing the mail at his left side once more, and drawing a large amount of his black blood. Snarling in pain, he brings his scimitar desperately downwards at the Rohirrim warrior's left side.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!
Raktura comes along from the direction of the falls.
Arachias feels the horrible sting of his already harmed body shrivel under the harsh stab of the blade of Kylier. A dark exhuasted growl comes from deep in his throat and he gives out a final growl as he lunges forward, letting his own blade slash with all its might. His drool flies high into the air as he goes forward, his eyes dimming to a faint light.
Arachias attacks Kylier with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Gurgarath charges forward to meet the horseman, his hammer held to strike a crushing blow across Ransul's helmed head. But first, he tip of the spear scrapes across the Trolls scaly stomach. The hammer then whistles through the air, crying out for blood and broken bones.
Kylier watches his blade strike the on russhing orc, he blade is quickly drawn back as his shield is move to a blocking position. His laughter cuts throuh the battle as a curse
Gurgarath attacks Ransul with his War Hammer...
The attack against Ransul severely wounds him!
The blow on Gramfyst's side by Troglaaz's blade damages the armor, but does not pierce it completely. Still hobbling to favor his good leg, Gramfyst ignores the gaping wound on his other thigh, caked with blood and dirt. Despite his terrible condition, he hangs valliantly onto his sword and jabs again, a darting blow toward the center of the uruk-Hai's chest.
Gramfyst attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!
Kylier yelling to his fellow riders "Leave,,, let us fight again a...later" he stands ready for the onslot that should come
Arachias sighs and growls in a final insult with frustration. Slowly he picks himself up and lumbers towards the north, letting his form disappear in the fog of the river and the pouring rain of the day.
Gramfyst cries out in a loud voice, eyes sweeping across the devastating losses of his men. "Men of the Mark! Fall back... while you can..."
Slowed by his numerous wounds and fatigue from the long combat, Troglaaz draws back his weapon, turning his body aside too slowly to avoid the Rohirrim's attack. The sharp weapon glances weakly off his thick mail coat, tearing a small gash into the black surcoat over his body. Angered by Gramfyst's persistence, the Uruk-hai sweeps his scimitar horizontally across, attempting to split open the human's right side.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar and severely wounds him!
Raktura strides through the brush, her sword dripping with blood as she searches boldly for the human that escaped her death stroke. She snarls and growls making no bones about her presence in the area. She seems intend on the brush, though its apparent her prey has made haste and escaped his terrible doom.
Gramfyst stands still for one long, horrible moment, as the scimitar plunges through his armor and into his side. His eyes lock upon those of his opponant for the briefest of moments, and he falls backward into the mud unconscious.
Kylier yelling he charges to Gram, his shield and sword held to the ready as he makes his fallen Rider's side, his blade raised to bring down on any thing that stands in his way
Kylier attacks Gurgarath with his Longsword!...
...and Gurgarath parries his attack with his War Hammer!
Arachias heads north and upwards towards the roar of Rauros Falls.
Troglaaz raises his scimitar overhead, waving the blackened, bloody weapon as he tilts his head back to scream at the sky. Springing on top of Gramfyst, he barks hungrily, his scimitar flashing as he hacks wildly at the unconscious Gramfyst's face.
Troglaaz attacks Gramfyst with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Kylier sees the troll swing at his fallen rider he quickly thrust his sword to the thing
Kylier attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!
Ransul watches as the olog's great hammer falls upon him, seemingly in slow motion. The young rider has enough time to raise a shield over his head, but it is of no avail. The hammer crashes down, sending splintered bits of wood flying though the air as his shield is demolished. The force breaks the riders arm instantly, a bone jutting from spilt flesh and then the hammer meets his helm, driving it down upon his head and knocking him cold. Blood trickles from the headband and drips down Ransuls cheek as he slumps over and fall to the ground. Luckily his foot remains stuck in a stirrup and the horse bolts, dragging a lifeless rider behind.
Kylier as his sword spears the creature he quickly pulls back, then reaching down he atempts to grab the fallen Gram's shirt to dragg him out
Raktura strides confidently towards the back of the river where she intends to make her way across to find her companion. The lust of battle raging behind her eyes seem to ward of any wouldbe attackers. Her presence clearly notable, as she makes no attempts to hide herself. She spots some Uruk warriors fighting against the humans and as the humans turn and flee she gives a roaring howl of victory as she raises her sword into the air. Satisfied that the humans are defeated, she again returns to her former direction passing a few Uruk here and there on her way out of the area.
Raktura has left.
Gurgarath turns towards the departing horse and rider, making no move to intercept them. He cups one scaly hand around his mouth, and calls out...
Gurgarath shouts, "Return home to your people as a message, manling."
Grishnakh comes trotting southward at last, coming into view in the ever- present downpour of drenching rain. Only three remain of the twelve large black uruks who had run northward with him earlier in the morning.
Gurgarath laughs darkly as he turns away, and stalks through the battlefield, crushing the dead and dieing beneath his huge toeless feet. His black eyed gaze locks upon a single unfortunate target, that of Kylier. Ponderous steps carry the blood drenched troll ever closer, his buckler is extended to meet an attack, while his hammer, stained red, and flecked with chips of bone, is raised to strike.
Troglaaz laughs harshly as he raises the scimitar overhead once more, his dark eyes set squarely on the human's mud-spattered face. A sudden attack from his side knocks him nearly to the ground, and he spins about to face Kylier, his face contorted in pain and rage. "Run to your home, whiteskin!" He snarls, his right arm slashing forward to strike at the Rohirrim's right side.
Kylier takes his eys off the battle as he tries to get Gram
Troglaaz attacks Kylier with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.
Kylier hears a swish near his head, the .... he still continues to grab at Gram whith his left hand, his right holds his sword, but still he moves to take gram, which is done
Some ways off a shinning black steed turns in slow circles. Sadly her rider lays face down on the ground, his foot twisted and stuck in a stirrup he is drug behind her. An outstretched arm leaving a small trail of blood from where the bone juts through his skin. Dirt sticks to the blood that covers his face, and it still seeps from beneath his helm.
Gurgarath heaves his hammer backwards, aiming a creul strike towards the arm of Kylier, who inexplicably has turned away from the battle, and the advancing mountain of flesh.
Gurgarath attacks Kylier with his War Hammer...
The attack against Kylier badly wounds him!
Hasumund runs south, as though he's being chased by orcs. And, indeed, he is - for Grishnakh's group isn't far behind. One of the last of the retreating Rohirrim, his delay is shown by the longsword and shield carried awkwardly in his arms, along with the axe he was fighting with... desperately, he runs, trying to avoid any more conflict - but, as he spies the fight centered around Gramfyst, the man pauses, obviously torn between fleeing or staying.
Kylier takes the blow on his arm that grabs Gram. he strikes out whit his sword, a bit of blood shows
Kylier attacks Gurgarath with his Longsword!...
...and Gurgarath blocks his attack with your shield!
Troglaaz growls from behind his helmet's facemask, his jaw setting in grim determination as he rushes forward to attack the human once more. Spotting the towering figure of gurgarath as the troll attacks Kylier, Troglaaz backs off swiftly to allow the great hammer clear passage. As Kylier strikes out towards Gurgarath, the Uruk-hai darts in once more, swinging the scimitar to strike the Rohirrim's weapon arm.
Troglaaz attacks Kylier with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.
Kylier as he moved, still not releasing Gram he brings his sword up to the attack of trog, his sword sweaps upwards to his belly Gurgarath's shield bats down, turning Kylier's strike aside easily. Again his great hammer rises high into the air, and then hurtles downward towards the human's skull as it stands to fight.
Gurgarath attacks Kylier with his War Hammer...
Kylier parries the attack with his Longsword!
Kylier attacks Gurgarath with his Longsword!...
...and he misses!
Kylier as the blade misses him he draggs Gram away from the fight, his sword now just for protection
Gurgarath heaves his hammer forward with a harsh cry as he persues the human, who is slowed down by the wieght of his fallen comrade.
Gurgarath attacks Kylier with his War Hammer...
The attack against Kylier severely wounds him!
Troglaaz barks out in frustration, springing forward as he attempts to circle the human. His eyes flash in anger as he swipes downwards with the blade of his scimitar, aiming not for Kylier, but for the unconscious Rohirrim in his arms.
Kylier takes a blow, his grip loosens on Gram but still he hold on: he swings his sword quickly
Kylier attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!
Troglaaz darts towards Kylier's left side, his body turning to avoid the human's strike, which glances lightly off his left forearm. Spitting angrily towards the Rohirrim, he rushes forward once more and hacks downwards at the fallen warrior's neck and shoulders.
Gramfyst collapses to the ground, defeated by Troglaaz!
Hasumund hesitates a moment longer, enough to see that Kylier appears to be managing the troll and a orc by himself. Or rather, appeared, for Gurgurath's last blow looks like one that a person is lucky to survive. Frantically, he looks about, and spots a horse, standing over the hacked body of it's former rider. Not bothering to figure out how it lived, the messenger runs to, clambering into the saddle, and stowing his extra gear by sticking the sword through the shield's handle and on through a metal ring on the saddle. Then, he spurs the animal towards Kylier, shouting "Get ready to lift the Maegisterwigend up behind me!" Axe in hand, he seems ready to hold off the troll for a few moments, at least.
Mihtigwine, bearing Eolan saunters in from the west.
Mihtigwine, bearing Eolan has arrived.
Gurgarath rains blow after blow down upon the foolish human: hopelessly outnumbered as it attempts to rescue it's comrade from certain death. The Troll's hammer sweeps out in a horizontal arc towards Kylier's helmed head.
Gurgarath attacks Kylier with his War Hammer...
Gurgarath has defeated Kylier!
Kylier's shield "Studded Leather Shield" falls to the ground...
Kylier's weapon "Longsword" falls to the ground...
The attack against Kylier fatally wounds and defeats him!
Eolan dismounts from Mihtigwine's back
Eolan has arrived.
Mihtigwine looks back as Eolan drops the reins.
Mihtigwine waits, quietly.
Mihtigwine stomps his hoof and neighs softly.
Derkseez saunters in from the west.
Derkseez has arrived.
As the troll swings and fells Kylier, Hasumund reins in his new steed, sensing the futility of trying to make a rescue when both rescuees have a large and powerful troll looming over them.
Kylier drops the dead rider and quickly makes his way to his horse, his fighting is done
Gurgarath lumbers past the fallen body of Kylier, his huge toeless feet leaving prints nearly three feet long in his wake. The Troll's gaze is focused towards the north, and that is where his long strides carry him, through the mud and bodies.
Gramfyst lies very still and bleeds quietly, so as to not be noticed.
Grishnakh looks across the carnage with tired eyes. He is drenched, as he has been for hours, and bloodied, though very little of the blood is his. A handful of big orcs of Barad-dur stand nearby, watching the other orcs collect themselves about the scene of battle.
Grishnakh finally lifts his sword and calls out across the field, his voice carrying faintly in the constant muting downpour. "Gather up the dead, uruks! Gather them quick, then back to the north with us! No time to dawdle or rest! Move!"
About 100yards away from the main frey, Ransul's limp body is slowly being drug through the mud, his boot jammed and stuck in his stirrup. The mare trods slowly through the rain as if she knew she was his only and last hope.
Eolan rides at a gallop from the west. He spots a downed rider and veers towards him, reigning in as he arrives. He jumps from his mount and kneels next to the rider, realesing his limp foot from the stirrup as he does. He picks Ransul up and lays him over the back of the mare, then looks toward the field.
The orcs, many of them wounded and all of them grumbling from fatigue, drenched with the rain, and frustrated in their hunger at the prospect of leaving fresh meat behind, begin to gather around Grishnakh, leaving several humans dead or dying in the muck along with many horses. At least a dozen orcs remain motionless in the mud as well, as the orcs take up the all-too- familiar stride. The jog sloshing through the rain, soon to disappear into the mists to the north.
Gurgarath's long strides carry him to the north, following a good distance behind the fleeing Orkish army.
Kylier lays in the mud, his hand still grasp's Gram's shirt