Battle on the Old Forest Road
The blue banner of Esgaroth flaps from many a pole, hints of some of the other family crests poking out from pockets of the army. Prominent especially is a bow and axe, the symbol of Karath, who are the leaders of the military. A great many bowmen make up the ranks, with men-at-arms bearing longswords and clad in leather armour with pothelms filling out the remainder. A suit of chain mail glimmers occassionaly from the location of a commander, or perhaps even a lord, and these almost always have House colours attributed to them. The banner of Girion, a rampant dragon, flaps proudly where the men of Dale are lead. Mixed in behind them is yet another banner, and this you discern as that of the Dorwinrim who reside in Dale.
At the moment the encampment is partially fortified with a perimenter of low, angled spiked logs encircling it. Medium timber walls are in various stages of completion. Guards are stationed at regular partitions along the perimeter, and scouts are routinely sent out to check for an advancing enemy. A collection of tents fills the bulk of the circle's center, with areas cleared for fires. Two platforms have been erected at the western end for archers to perch upon, a rope ladder dangling down from them. Four men are stationed on duty currently, and each bears a curved horn should trouble arise.
Like a great mass of fog, the sudden sounds of hundreds and hundreds of marching feet echo the area. With another moment, the sight of these many uruks and uruk-hai appear from the south like a great swarm of mass destruction. A cry issues forth from their mouths as they approach.
The sounds of many heavy feet marching can be heard. Heavy feet, shod in iron and leather, beating down upon the dark forest soil.
The deep booming of drums can be heared from the forrest around the camp. Then the harsh mocking laughter of orcs rips through the quiet. >From between the trees march hordes of uruks bearing down on the camp.
A shrill and high-pitched wail, full of despair and evil, echoes over the area.
Karja draws his long double edged knife as he leads the uruks from the south to the border line of the human encampment.
Vagrok lets out a horrible bellow of rage and then throws back his head and lets out a long wailing scream of rage as he drives a group of small uruks armed with clubs and daggers foreward toward the forces. In one hand he cracks a long black whip and in the other he holds a gleaming axe
Legolas leads a troup of maybe 200 elves, they hurry with long, big steps. Rising his dagger high over his head, he calls, "Flee, forces of evil, Thranduil's son is upon you!" He doesn't seem to realize the sheer number of orcs waiting... or standing here.
Fauthmat, a dark blot within the black ranks of Mordor, can be seen within the teeming masses of advancing, bloodthirsty Orcs. With a rough cry of 'Blood!' He pushes forward upon the disorganized march. And the Orcs before him move forward quickly, spured on by rough words, shoves, and the fact that the long hafted axe that Fauthmat holds at the ready looks more inclined to be used upon a deserter, or a straggler than any enemy of Mordor at the moment.
Pengwador Guards spread out behind Legolas, forming a shieldwall to the west on the road. Their speers prevent the too daring snaga to pass on, while the shields protect from nasty arrows. The prince glances around, and takes some more steps towards the orcs "No, beasts... retreat and leave, as long as you can."
Guthmug screams ferally as he emerges from the brush, pointing with one clawed hand towards the nearest group of enemies before raising his scimitar high over his head and charging directly towards them. A black swarm of armed Uruks follow, snarling and drooling with rage as they ready their weapons for slaughter.
Karja raises his dagger into the air, then suddenly drops his arm to point forward. "Charge!", he screams out among the many cries of uruks. With this a great line of dark small creatures rushes forth into a fray of chaos.
Legolas sees Fauthmat pushing forward, standing out of the dark mass of smelly orcs. His quick feet bring him closer towards him, while he realises that the orcs go on attack, themselves.
Uglub leaps through the underbrush, his bent, black body achieving a kind of ugly grace as he follows Guthmug towards the wall of shields. Slime courses from his gaping maw.
Jonuk reaches down and yanks the axe from his belt. Raising it high he howls in bloodlust and quickly runs to the head of the mass of orcs.
Yrukk walks up towards the road from the west of the gathered troops, and stays off towards the side, his eyes comb the area as he watches Karja cry out orders, and begins to step forward, looking for the it seems 'his first target'.
Karja waits for the masses to pass him by as he watches his order carried out, though staying cautious of any brave humans or elves that come to close.
Legolas looks here and there, leading a small group of leftover spearbeares with him to stop the flood of orcs pressing towards the western side of the street.
Brax moves forward at the commands of his betters and readies his blade. A blank, cold look on his face, looking both dazed and evil at once.
Vagrok hears the words of the prince rise above the sounds of the charge. He throws back his head and lets out a long piercing laugh before shouting out "We are the uruk-hai of moria! We fight for the balrog! We will only withdraw when we have your head on a pole!"
Torn grins wickedly amongst the onrushing forces around him. He starts to chuckle and soon that transforms into a wild laughter of glee as the uruks sprint to their enemies. Howling wildly he screams, "
Legolas rises his dagger in his right, waving it above his head as a given signal. The 3rd row, behind the archers, understands and sends a hailstorm of arrows above the attacking, or at least rushing, elves, down on the black mass of orcs.
Gavin, at the sight of the advance, raises his staff and prepares to meet the advancing hordes
Guthmug reaches the wall of shields several steps behind the first line of charging snaga, he pauses momemtarily, watching as the first several orcs are cut down and impaled by the elvish spearmen. He roughly throws himself forward and slashes his scimitar down, barely avoiding the thrusting point of a spear as he shouts, "For da eye and da scimitar!"
Ver-beeg hiss to himself as he come into the back field of the battle on the uruks side..see looks wildy for a face he knows to stand to fight by..but then stands in awe and he watches the Two armys begin the first charge...
Yrukk draws his blade and brings up his shield from his side, ducking behind it to dodge any incoming arrows.
Nimir_Osprey brings Stormblade ringing from the sheath. It's blade seems to shine even when there is no light around.
Nimir_Osprey slides the shield from his back in an effortless motion.
Vagrok raises his axe into the air and charges foreward. He plows through his snaga and rushes screaming at the humans and elves. He slashes his axe wildly through the air and screams in rage as the arrows of the elven forces tear into his forces. Snaga fall screaming and Vagrok runs over their corpses toward the fighting
Fauthmat halts at Legolas' words, it is only a moment that passes over his black glittering eyes that he stands immobile, perhaps intimidated, perhaps hatefull to his core towards the fair creatures before him. That moment soon passes and the twisted creature barks out a rough string of commands, "Lets make dat filthy albai eat his words, forward! For the eye, who watches you even now, for Lugburz, for pain, and for death, forward! Charge!" Fauthmat punctuates his final words with his axe raised above his head. Forward the endless ranks of Orcs advance, each rank pushed on by the one behind it. Many Orcs leap towards the elven shield wall, becoming impailed upon spear or arrow.
Yikes! An arrow!
The bowshot hits Karja, badly wounding him.
Legolas charges quickly over to Fauthmat, making him pay for the unclean words he called him. Holding his dagger tight with both hands, does he attempt to cut into the orc's mid-section, past any protection by armor.
Legolas attacks Fauthmat with his Dagger and badly wounds him!
Brax duck under his shield as arrows rattle off it, many sticking from it. He runs in looking for any enemy he can get to, slashing at those he can reach.
Armen joins you from the west.
Guthmug pushes forward, his scimitar rising and falling on shield and weapon many times. The orc charge on his side is pushed back several yards by the skilled elven spearmen, but is renewed once again as a new wave or charging orcs reaches the shieldwall.
Karja waits for the last few snaga to brush by him as he suddenly falls back to the ground with an arrow stuck in his left shoulder. He cries out in irritated pai as a wound was already fresh in the area the arrow hit. He reaches his hand over to break the arrow before standing again, shakeing his head furiously. HIs ips open to be wettened by his sloppy saliva coated tongue, and with a horrible defiled yell of blood rush, he charges off towards the armies.
The rushing tide of snaga with which Uglub runs crashes against the fortifications and shields. He finds himself propelled towards the humans by ranks behind him. He bats a spear aside just in time to avoid being spitted and latches onto a shield before him with his left hand.
Mogburzum sits in the branches of a tree holding his bow at ready.
Mogburzum wields Edged BladeBow.
Torn howls in hatred now as he plunges towards the makeshift fortifications. Many human-made arrows thump deeply into the bodies of those beside him. Only chortling wildly at the deathhowls he rushes on. Now the uruks are almost at the sharpened pole fences. An uruk before Torn gets suddenly impaled into one of them as the pressure from behind pushes it all the way through. Jumping to the side he manages to only get his robes torn and then his into the camp.
Armen wields Bow.
One more brave elf rushes from the protection of his shieldwall over to Guthmug, waveing the spear in his both hands furiously. He attempts to impale the orc on it in mid-run, but slips in the mixture of blood and dirt...
Gavin charges into the battle, swinging at what enemeies he can. Glaring at Jonuk, he raises his staff and swings at him.
Gavin attacks Jonuk with his Staff and mildly wounds him!
Yrukk continues to stay off towards the side, searching over the battlefield for someone or something, he watches the arrow slam into Karja and thins his eyes. He then turns his head to Legolas and Fauthmat, and, watching them, begins moving towards them, stopping only to attack a few of the ones who begin attacking him.
Yikes! An arrow!
The bowshot hits Karja, badly wounding him.
Mogburzum looks around the trees and gives a signal for the other archers to fire.
Dresden wields Longsword.
Dresden heads down the knoll to the east.
Dresden has left.
Jonuk heads down the knoll to the east.
Jonuk has left.
Gavin heads down the knoll to the east.
Gavin has left.
Armen heads down the knoll to the east.
Armen has left.
The outnumbered elves fight bravely, but soon, the first of them fall to orcish scimitars or clubs. The overhelming numbers are taking their tolls even in the first minutes of the fight.
Karja dodges spears that stick up from dead bodies stepping carelessly on new made corpses. He raises his right hand, long double edged dagger in hand, and makes a slash at the one called Gavin before receiving yet another arrow in his leg.. thigh. He snorts out in pain limping past and attempting to get out of the way before turning around back towards the south whence he came.
Karja attacks Legolas with his Dagger, but he misses by a mile.
Fauthmat grips his long hafted axe in both hands, attemping to bat aside the knife with it's wooden length. The heavily armored Orc is too slow however, and Legolas' dagger slides across his stomach, breaking loose many black rings of mail, and drawing with it a coating of black Uruk blood across it's blade. With a snarling hiss Fauthmat falls back a step, as several smaller Orcs harry Legolas. A light of murder grows in the black Orcs eyes as he lifts his axe high overhead and brings it's cresant blade screaming down at Legolas' shoulder.
Fauthmat attacks Legolas with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.
Logath charges into the elves his orcish 'smile' on his face as he thrusts his Scimitar into the fraile body of a Elf.
Guthmug growls roughly, pushing aside an elven spear with his hand as he rushes into the knot of hand to hand fighting forming before him. He slashes downward with his scimitar, towards the fallen elf before him...
A wave of arrows are fired at the elfs that are inaccessible to the other uruks.
Brax charges to Fauthmats side. His eyes afire. His blade held ready. He growls and charges tward Legolas.
Torn hacks his blade left and right, chortling in intense fervor all the time. Seeing naught but red, he doesn't much care wether it slices uruk or human meat. Blood sprays all over him, and soon his dark robes are blotched by even darker patches.
Yikes! An arrow!
The bowshot hits Karja, badly wounding him.
Vagrok screams and hurls himself at the pole fences. Many snaga and uruks crash into them and fall backward in death. Vagrok swings his axe in a arc toward one the the poles and slices it in half. Wiht a roar of rage he hurls hisemf past the wall and into the camp. His red eyes sweep the area before he sees Jonuk and another human stumble off toward the east. He lets out a long howl of rage and charges toward them
Logath screams in pain as a Elven Dagger is thrusted into his thigh and his black blood oozes down onto the dagger and into a puddle on the ground but not hestianting leaps onto the Elven attacker bitting his neck viciously with his fangs.
Uglub grapples the high shield before him and puts his weight on it, driving its bearer into the human ranks. A flurry of blows descend toward him, one glancing off of his bandaged left arm, one clanging off of his axe as he rolls to the right and allows a snaga behind him to rush into the wall.
Ver-beeg shakes his head and know that this is no time to watch the battle..it is time to join it. He then charges into the battle...makeing his way thourgh the back field till he can come in reange of the enemy...
Yrukk watches both Karja and Fauthmat attack Legolas at once and chuckle, as they both miss, he steps forward with his blood tainted blade, and waits for both Karja and Fauthmat to recovering before making his move on the Elf, charging in for a light skirmish with the man, he bring his sword up in an arc and slices down sideways on him.
Yrukk attacks Legolas with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a mile.
Legolas loses all track and control as scimitars, axe and dagger rush aside and downwards on him. He barely manages to dodge, step aside, and block the lethal weapon with his elven blade. From the edges of his eyes, he sees more elves falling to arrows of the yrch, others holding ground bravely. The prince retreats, but just for moments, mocking the orcish assault, "Is that all Mordor can bring up? Snagas, and weaklings?" His voice does not seem to be that convinced, though.
Vagrok heads down the knoll to the east.
Vagrok has left.
Logath comes up from his Elven victim his face bloody with the Elfs blood as he charges into the fray and another elf meets his blade.
Black fletched arrows fall in a rain from the sky, rattling on shield and helm. Many find their mark, sinking into soft flesh, many more sink into the damp forest earth.
Yikes! An arrow!
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Sooon the archers have loaded another arrow and Mogburzum once agains motions for them to fire.
Torn stops again and laughs shrilly. Looking around lustfully he raises his arms, one holding the onyx staff and the other his red-dripping scimitar. Raising his voice he shrieks, "Da feast of blood hass beg..." Suddenly some uruk pummels into his back blindly, sending Torn tumbling to the ground. Screaming in fury Torn latches into the offensive uruk's leg and bites deep into it. He rips a chuck of flesh off and then jumps up, leaving the uruk there, as there is much prey this day.
Instead of retreating to a better defensive spot from the Elf, Yrukk stands in the Elf's face watching his every move and preparing for that which is sure to come to one of the three attacking.
Guthmug struggles to keep his footing, the bodies of orcs and elves alike beginning to pile up in front of the shield wall. He manages to slowly fallback, warily moving over the bodies on the ground around him. Raising his scimitar high over his head, he shouts loudly, pointing towards the weakest section of the shield wall as a group of large, well armored Uruks push towards it.
Fauthmat's black lips quiver, and slide back over his chipped yellow fangs, as he growls roughly, allowing the other Orcs to ocupy Legolas with he a few paces away. "Albai," the small twisted creature says, "I'll draw your blood for those words."
Yikes! An arrow!
The bowshot hits Ver-beeg, moderately wounding him.
Legolas glances at Yurrk, and balances his weapon carefully in his right. He dances around the nasty creature, noticing this one is obviously more skilled than his other encounters. Suddenly, he takes a quick step forewards, and stabs his dagger directly at a direction where the orc's shoulder should be.
Yikes! An arrow!
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Legolas attacks Yrukk with his Dagger and badly wounds him!
Karja breathes heavily, grasping the arrows in his bdoy with his left hand. He shakes his head towards Legolas, and points his dagger towards him. "MAke sure that one dies.", he groans, a low hateful gutteral noise of voice issueing forth from his throat. But with this, he turns and begins to limp through the crowds southwards before an unlucky blow comes and he is struck dead.
Mogburzum motions towards the the humans making a wall and soon a the twang of bowstrings are heard.
Nimir_Osprey comes charging down the hill, flanked by dozens on King's Guardsmen and soldiers of Dale, they crash into an advancing line of orcs, attacking ferociously in the defense on their homeland....
Many a elf falls to M's guided arrows, the have trouble filling the lines up as dead bodies lie left and right on the street. A small group of maybe 6 or seven approaches Mogburzum over the flank, trying to lure the fire on them.
With a battle cry that sounds harsh on his ears, the elves expell the snagas around Uglub and throw the group back, only to be assaulted again. Uglub allows them to pass around him, nursing a nasty cut on his thigh, when he hears the cry of Guthmug.
The sun sinks in the sky and falls below the horizon. Nighttime takes over.
The arrows are fired hitting armor as well as flesh as screams resonate throoughout the forrest.
Yrukk is hit hard in shoulder, as it slices deep into it, a spray of his blood comes out, and he yells in pain from the deep wound, but the yell of pain turns into a deep laugh, nodding to him, and saying something to him that nobody around can understand.
Yikes! An arrow!
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Yikes! An arrow!
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Brax continues his charge to Legolas. He moves in from his side as the others keep his eye. He lets his blade fly hard with full rage at the elfs mid section.
Brax attacks Legolas with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
A low rumbling cry begins in the back of Fauthmat's thick throat as he takes a step forward, proding towards Legolas' chest with the black spike atop his axe.
Fauthmat attacks Legolas with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.
Legolas looks in surprises at the orc's laughter. He circles around him, carelessly offering his back to an attacker. He knows it is impossible to protect himself all the time in this choas of death and slaughtering.
Nerin pulls back the flap of the small tent and goes inside letting out some of the comforting heat.
Guthmug screams terribly, swinging his scimitar from side to side as he attempts to force a hole through the shield wall. Just as the elves seem to be pulling back, the human charge led by Nimir Osprey crashes into the Uruks flank. Guthmug turns, pointing with his scimitar towards the enemies before charging headlong towards them.
Yrukk's little bit of reach on the Elf for his blade being slightly longer than the dagger attacking him, his shield arm seems to go a little weaker because of the attack, but his blade is brought back up and stabbed forward at the metal armor.
Yikes! An arrow!
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Yrukk attacks Legolas with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a handspan.
Yikes! An arrow!
The bowshot hits Ver-beeg, moderately wounding him.
Nimir_Osprey and his men cut through the ranks of snagas like a cruel wind, hewing them down where they stand.....
Bigwig joins you from the west.
Torn growls as he sees the human guards's push. His chin stained in red he howls and starts to plow towards the troops. Hacking frantically he suddenly finds himself in front of an old acquitance. "Youz!",he growls, but then swoops low and slashes at Nimir_Osprey's legs.
A long line of Orcs meeting the charge of the humans crash into Orc and Elf alike, trampling both enemy and ally. Fauthmat is turned away as the Orcs flow between himself and Legolas. The black mailed Orc fumbles with his axe, and nearly looses it's grip before he stands, and takes several steps back from the pressing attack.
Yrukk growls lightly under his breath at the agile Elf, watching him, he backs up a bit, this time knowing how the Elf attacks.
Mogburzum aims his bow in the dirrection of the leader of the mass of the men.
Uglub joins a throng of uruks that follow Guthmug's order and charge the humans at the Uruk's flank. As he runs, his eyes search the ranks greedy for glory.
Torn attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar and mildly wounds him!
Almost immediately, many of the orcs around Guthmug are slain by the attacking humans. Guthmug and several other Uruks find themselves trapped between the elven spearmen and Nimir's charging men. Guthmug screams horribly, knocking an already wounded human aside and swinging his scimitar wildly at the leader of the human throng.
Guthmug attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar...
Your attack against Nimir_Osprey mildly wounds him!
Yikes! An arrow!
The bowshot hits Fauthmat, moderately wounding him.
Karja makes it to the other side of the battle field without attaining further wounds, finding the tree where he started his charge, he grabs the bdunle he dropped there and slowly begins to limp deep into the forest, along with the scattered few numbers of other uruks who are either intelligent enough to flee or too cowardley to fight.
Mogburzum motions for the archers to follow his example and aim for the same group.
Mogburzum launches an arrow...
Mogburzum's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Yikes! An arrow!
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Yog comes in from the west, driving the horde of Goblins before him, whipping them into battle frenzy with a long leather lash.
Legolas cannot block Yrukk's attack but has to retreat once more to not get hit, as he does not have a shield at hand. The elven prince looks around, not sure on whom to go now, as too many orcs are surrounding him. One, then two fall immediately as his dagger slices their throats, then he charges at Brax, seeing he can be driven off easily.
With those words Mogburzum's archers fire off several arrows in the dirrection of the human soldiers.
Legolas seems to be surprised by the Orcish skill, awaiting his counterattack. Thankfully, he can bring his leg in a more than obscure movement out of the scimitars reach, slashing at the orc's back with the dangerous dagger.
Yog draws his blade and charces forward into the thickest part of the battle.
Yog pulls SLICER The Goblin Defender free from its sheath with a hiss of metal on ice...the blade glistens as it is revealed in the reflective light.
Legolas attacks Brax with his Dagger and moderately wounds him!
Mogburzum launches an arrow...
Mogburzum's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Yrukk takes advantage of the 'Prince's' back and with his sword, goes in for a shot at that very place, in the center, using all of his energy, and not really looking for a good defensive position once done.
Logath jabs his scimitar into one of his elven foes cutting through the elf and twisting his blade as it comes out too insure the elfs death.
Yrukk attacks Legolas with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a mile.
Bigwig makes his way up through one side of the battle assisting where he sees needed
Torn slinks to the side as the blade of the human whistles by him. Drawing a sharp breath he grins surprisedly. The grin becomes a chuckles and he hisses, "This day youz die, huuman." Glancing at Guthmug he circles to the other side of their opponent to confuse him. Suddenly belting out a howl he jumps forward and waving his staff into Nimir's face he thrusts his scimitar to the abdomen.
Torn attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!
Yikes! An arrow!
The bowshot hits Ver-beeg, lightly wounding him.
Yikes! An arrow!
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Brax winces in pain as his blood flows free from his back high on the shoulder. He grunts hard and throws himself into the elf hard, swings the blade up for the elfs face. while trying to throw him off balance.
Brax attacks Legolas with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.
Logath screams in pain as a scimitar hits the of his armor and slightly cuts through it drawing abit of blood.
Murgen creeps among the undergrowth not far from the road, a smelly black shape keeping low to the ground and taking advantage of the dwindling light.
As he is surronded by melee, Yog chooses his target, a noble elf with bright blue eyes.
Nerin moves aside the tents flap and leaves feeling refreshed and ready for another day.
Yrukk swings his sword around to where it is in a slash across the front of him, and spining around he arches his back to avoid being attacked by another elf trying to help his leader, to which he stabs in the chest, with no mercy.
Legolas gets shaken by Yruk's blow as the blade slips off by his armor. He staggers abit, foreward, then turns and glances at the big Hai that nearly split him in two with his strength. Brax, in his back now, completely slips out of his mind, and he wonders where the heck that Fauthmath guy is hanging 'out. Legolas wipes some sweat from his brow, obviously the fight tires him slowly.
Massive_Bear joins you from the west.
Guthmug catches Torn's glance, warily moving opposite to him and putting Nimir between them. He suddenly springs forward, slashing at the back of the human's knees with his scimitar in an attempt to bring him down...
Guthmug attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar...
Nimir_Osprey dodges his attack.
Fauthmat's glittering black eyes swipe across the melee before the hunch backed Orc. With a bellow
Fauthmat steps forward into the press of humans and Orcs, jostling both aside with mailed elbows, or either end of his black axe. A small clearing of about three feet has formed around Guthmug, Torn and Nimir, and it is into this clearing that the bare foot Orc charges into, swinging his axe in a wide horizontal arc towards Nimir's left side, as if he were hewing wood.
Yikes! An arrow!
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Fauthmat attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Axe, but he misses by a long shot.
Yrukk speaks lowly to Legolas, "Retreat, and some of your men shall see their families again." he watches the Elf with cold eyes.
Legolas goes after something called Yog now, close to him as he is. His blade cutting through the air like lighting does aim for the orc's left hand in a wide, diagonal slash.
Massive_Bear lopes in from the west, his gaping maw dripping with saliva. He approaches the swirling melee, letting out a thunderous roar. Rearing up onto two legs, he beats his chest with one fist and roars again, the fury of his call near terrifying.
Isknur orders his scouts to keep following the Bera movements
An elven archer stands out of the crowd, aiming at Yrukk when he threatens his kin. Sadly, an orcish arrow punishes his brave foolishness.
Yog crouches into an combat stance and begind to slowly circle the elven prince, looking for an opening to attack. When he seees his chance, he darts quickly forward, aiming a low slice toward Legolas' knees.
Yog attacks Legolas with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Akhorahil atop black horse joins you from the west.
Akhorahil atop black horse has arrived.
Uglub emits a frustrated snarl as Nimir dodges his blow. He raises his axe and takes a step forward towards Nimir's flank when a snaga jostles him. His blow falls as Uglub curses and tries to regain his footing.
Akhorahil atop black horse arrives from the west and stops his horse, looking around quickly...huge battle field covered with thousands of uruks and humans..
Yikes! An arrow!
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Yikes! An arrow!
The bowshot hits Ver-beeg, mildly wounding him.
Legolas jumps high up, over the dangerous blade as if the bearshout would give the elf new hope. He lands and rolls over his shoulder, aside Yog, and stabs at the general direction of the orc, not really caring for the moment.
Legolas attacks Yog with his Dagger and moderately wounds him!
Torn's wicked grin fades for a moment as an unexplainable chill runs trhough his body. Shrugging the feeling off the continues to battle...
Uglub attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Axe, but he misses by a long shot.
Akhorahil atop black horse hisses something for hismelf and saddles down from his horse..
Isknur looks the gob shamman in difficulties with the quendi prince and decide to help Yog
Akhorahil has arrived.
Bigwig seeing Yog battling a rather skilled and tall elf, makes his way over to help him
Legolas stares in terror as Akhorahil arrives. He sees a few of his men running into the woods from the corner of his eyes.
Akhorahil slowly wields his mace while watching the battle-field and raises his mace above his head, hissing loudly...'Time hasss come!'
Isknur runs toward Yog to help him against legolas
Fauthmat strugles to regain controll of his erent swing, falling to one knee, but with his axe raised in a defensive position before his face. With a slight movement of the elbows the crouching orc drives the butt of his axe down towards Nimir's left kneecap.
Nimir_Osprey winces as his abdomen is sliced into, leaving a deep gash. He coughs a bit, stumbling back away from Torn. He gathers himself and lunges towards the orc again, slicing at his ribcage....
Nimir_Osprey attacks Torn with his Longsword and badly wounds him!
Fauthmat attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Axe, but Nimir_Osprey parries the attack with his shield!
Akhorahil wields Akhorahil's Mace.
Bigwig makes it over to beside Yog and with a quick nod to him wields his Scimitar fiercely in front of him, and moves in toward Legolas
Isknur has reached Yog and he grunts at the Quendi movements
Akhorahil uncovers his head and with still raised mace looks at the sky and SHRIEKS..
The dagger peirces deeply into Yog's side, releasing a flow of sticky black blood and digestive juices which begin to pool on the ground around him. He leans into the injury, pulling his shield close to hold his arm against the wound, and swings again, still aiming low for the elven prince's royal kneecaps.
Yog attacks Legolas with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Akhorahil looks to the sky and lets loose a long and shrill scream.
A shrill and high-pitched wail, full of despair and evil, echoes over the area.
Mogburzum shourts, "And I shall eat elf for breakfast..."
Tarinalas joins you from the west.
Tarinalas has arrived.
Brax spies the Nazgul and regains his feel as if the combat was new again. He charges tward the backside of legolas as he watches the rider. Taking advantage of the elfs hesitation.
Guthmug shivers as the black rider appears from the trees, his battlerage seeming to reach fever-pitch with the presence of the Nazgul. He moves hurriedly around Nimir, sending a hard blow with his scimitar towards the human's side as he parries Fauthmat's attack.
Guthmug attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar...
Nimir_Osprey parries his attack with his Longsword!
Ver-beeg shakes his head as more arrows rain down on him..and finds he is makeing no head way in to the battle...he begins to fall back so he can see weak area to attack in the line ...he keeps swinging his axe but more slowly now..and has to stop at time to brack the shafts of the arrows that are in beded in him so he can keep fighting...
Eredil joins you from the west.
Eredil has arrived.
Murgen's head pops up a bit from the brush as he hears the hiss of Akhorahil, and, worse, feels his chill presence. His slanted red are wide in his leathery black face.
Yrukk watches Legolas continue to attack the Uruk, after his warnings to him, and takes a step forward, watching the Elf, and his ear twitches as he hears Akhorahil's words, but his attack, allready aimed, heads for the Elf in a final blow for him, his blow intended to hit this time.
Isknur tries to hit Legolas
Isknur attacks Legolas with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Yrukk attacks Legolas with his Short Broadsword and mildly wounds him!
Akhorahil shouts with mighty voice and it echoes around..'The Eye isss watching you, Armiesss of Mordor!!! FIGHT for the glory of our Massster!! He givess you the sstrength!!
Torn howls in pain as blood spurts from his side, sliced by the gleaming sword. His derisive words are swallowed and he stumbles to the ground. Luckily his hatred for the human keeps him at least moderately in control and spinning in the ground he hisses in pain, but still manages to stab his scimitar up from below.
Torn attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
The piercing shriek of the Nazgul from behind sends a chill of terror through the ranks of the goblins, but serves to drive them forward, unwilling to be seen in retreat by the cold fell shadow.
Legolas staggers onwards, badly hit by the orc's connecting blow. The shriek of the Nazgul still in his mind is he helpless to parry or react for a second.
Yrukk shakes the sweat from his head as he hits in the blow, and backs away from the Elf slowly.
Bigwig makes a side slash to Legolas trying to avoid other uruks
Bigwig attacks Legolas with his Scimitar, but he misses by a long shot.
Mognuk joins you from the west.
Mognuk has arrived.
Tarinalas moves closer into the battlefield, hoping to increase his accuracy by a reduction in distance. His bow sings once more, as he fires yet another arrow into the fray.
Massive_Bear wades into the battle, his claws wreaking havoc among the goblin ranks. Soon both his fists and his mouth are drenched in the black blood of the fell creatures. He swats aside a desparate attack and casts his eye across the battle field. His eyes darken slightly at the sight of the wraith. A sight that would have most cowering in fear, but not this bear. He begins to make his way towards the fell creature.
Brax attacks Legolas with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Eredil next to Tarinalas, also lets forth another arrow.
Mognuk shuffels in, following the great black horse, he stays in the shadows, and surveys the situation.
Uglub throws his head back and laughs gutterally as cold strength courses through him from the Nazgul's call. A group of snaga rush past as he lunges across Nimir to stand behind him and swings his axe in a horizontal arc as he lunges.
Tarinalas launches an arrow...
Tarinalas's bowshot hits Ver-beeg, moderately wounding him.
Eredil launches an arrow...
Eredil's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Yrukk begins moving away from the elf, his sword freshly covered with a bit of blood.
Akhorahil notices an elven prince from Amon Thranduil and walks quickly toward him, mace in his right hand..
Uglub attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Axe, but he misses by a long shot.
Yog continues to stagger toward Legolas, then draws short, as more elves enter the battle from the west. He turns back to charge the archers, motioning with his scimitar for the gbolin horde to follow.
Akhorahil approaches elven prince (Legolas) quickly, watching the crowd of uruks standing around him and tryning to wound him..
Legolas looks around in confusement, chaos taking over.
Fierce crys and the rending crash of steel on steel is heard after the words of the black specter. The Orcs seem to grow in strength, muscles bulging beneath armor as creul weapons descend upon their foes.
Mognuk stays where he is and spies the twain elves pouring bowshots into the fray, he pulls a long spear from his back...
Mognuk wields Long Spear.
Yrukk stands back, watching over the fight 50 yards away from the fight he departed from, and chuckles lightly watching the Nazgul head for the Elf.
Massive_Bear heads down the hill to the west.
Uglub heads down the knoll to the east.
Fauthmat's form is concealed by forms locked in combat as his strugle brings him further to the east. Soon he is lost from sight.
Guthmug falls back from the human's charge, his scimitar at the ready as he moves with a large group of uruks towards the group of enemies to the east.
Fauthmat heads down the knoll to the east.
You head down the knoll to the east.
Old Forest Road
The ancient road through Mirkwood continues to weave and turn its path across the forest. The road is rutted, and cool and dry looking. Around you, the autumn wood is brownish and decaying.
The road continues east and west, it's deep ruts thick with footprints, tracks, and an occasional bleached bone. The blinking of an occasional eye can be seen off to the north.
Stars are cleary visible overhead through the thin path the road cuts through the trees.
Gavin stares up in horror at the descending boot. Coming back to his senses, he rolls to the left, the boot whizzing by his head. He scampers and attempts to crawl away from the Uruk, leaving a trail of blood behind him
Guthmug crashes noisly through the woods, a large group of bloody Uruks with him. The black mass pauses a second, their eyes taking in the sight of battle before them before charging headlong towards the humans, their weapons waving in the air as they shout and growl horribly.
Dresden dodges aside Vagrok, and manages to escape!
Dresden moves down the road to the west.
Awrilth moves down the road to the west.
Jonuk hisses angrily and stomps forward quickly after the crawling human. Bending down he grabs the hem of the human's clothes and drags him back torwards him while hissing, "Where you's going, human? I's not finish with you's." After saying this he brings his fist up and crashes it down on the back of the human's head.
Jonuk attacks Gavin with his Bare Hands and moderately wounds him!
Uglub stomps heavily through the undrbrush. He pauses to survey the surging battle then raises his axe and growls as he renews his charge.
A shrill and high-pitched wail, full of despair and evil, echoes over the area.
Vagrok moves down the road to the west.
Gavin, with what little strength he has left, attempts to kick and get away. As the fist descends on his head, his body goes limp and his head drops foward
Fauthmat moves down the road to the west.
You head west down the gloomy road.
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 twilight air is chilly. Below you the earth is cool and dry and marked with old foot, horse, and wagon tracks.
Stars are cleary visible overhead through the thin path the road cuts through the trees.
Mognuk throws a spear...
Mognuk's spear throw hits Murgen, badly wounding him!
The spear lies now upon the ground now at his feet.
Uglub comes down the ancient road from the east.
Murgen scrambles as several orcs fall out of the confusion. Hastily, he scrabbles over to them, to see if any are incapacitated enough to loot.
Legolas attacks Akhorahil with his Dagger and mildly wounds him!
Uglub heads down the hill to the west.
Yrukk seems to nod as the situation here is under control, he moves on along the battle, which now expands, stepping over bodies from both sides.
Isknur raise his hield to protect from Eredil arrows and he can be save
Akhorahil looked for a while on a orc who stepped into his way and in that second Legolas attacked him succesfully
Bigwig jumps back as he sees the mighty sight before him...
Yrukk heads down the hill to the west.
Mognuk shrugs and grabs his sword-hilt, holding his scimitar as he moves into the fray.
Vagrok charges up from the east. His eyes peer around the area and seem drawn to something. As the horrible scream echoes again his eyes are pulled toward the creature on the black horse. He looks at it in stunned awe for a second before he tears his eyes away and begins to stalk toward Yog and his attacker..
Legolas feels coldness running through his hand as his blade connects with.. nothing.
As the warring press of Orc Human and Elf swirls around Fauthmat can be seen charging through, his axe raised overhead. He disapears in the throng to the west, beating upon a metal shield with his cresant blade, and hammering it's bearer to the ground.
Bigwig gets out of the way of the Nazgul who almost trips over him
Fauthmat heads down the hill to the west.
Akhorahil looks at the place where elven dagger hit him and hisses angrily, while his jeweled eyes gleams...'No more!! No more Legolas O Amon Thranudil!'
Bigwig ,sensing the Nazgul's anger, backs up considerably staring in their direction
Akhorahil continues circling around Legolas, trying to see any opening in his defense
Legolas slowly retakes a stand, holding his dagger up in his right.
Torn growls as the blade rips through his robes and the armor below him. His shiulder is qiuckly drenched in red. Stumbling back from the deadly blade he howls, "Iz eat youz heart todayz." With that he slahes repeatedly with his scimitar, eyes burning in hatred. The blade flashes as he tries to draw the red blood.
Akhorahil makes a false step to the left and watches elven reaction
Jonuk comes down the ancient road from the east.
Torn attacks Nimir_Osprey with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!
Eredil knocks another arrow, looking about where his services may be needed.
Tarinalas is hard pressed to dodge all the swings and spears that are suddenly sent his way. He pauses a second in the deadly dance to pull another arrow from his dwindling quiver, and looks around to see where best it is needed.
Legolas stares at Akhorahil, and replies, "You soon will meet your master, as my father send you back to Mordor before." He sees Akho's step, and moves to the left, the tiredness drawing on him.
Murgen lets out a howl of agony--though it is quite feeble in the echoes of the shriek of the Nazgul--as a stray spear flies through the air and impales itself through his calf.
Murgen picks up a Spear.
Akhorahil grins and in a moment when Legolas does also steo to the left, he quickly turns around and his mace quickly falls on a Leg's shoulder..
Akhorahil furiously attacks Legolas with his Mace and mildly wounds him!
Bigwig ,impressed with the massive battle of the Elf and the nazgul, regains his senses and turns to seek out new prey
Murgen looks down at the spear protruding from his leg and slumps to the underbrush, still howling. He yanks the agonizing thing free, then uses it to push himself away from the chaos of battle.
A large group of heavily armed Uruks moves over the battlefield, attacking any stragglers they encounter, whether human, elven or orcish. Guthmug moves hurriedly with them, his dark eyes scanning the battle for any likely targets as he makes his way through the battlefield.
You head onward down the hill to the west.
Old Forest Road
The old, rutted road continues its sinuous path through the wood. North of the road, a grove of Furry Oaks makes the area seem even darker and dampens the very sound of your footfalls. The trees are dropping plum-sized acorns and are full of strange looking squirrels.
The cool and dry road continues to the east and west. The early night autumn air is chilly.
Stars are cleary visible overhead through the thin path the road cuts through the trees.
Murgen drags himself through the black underbrush not far from the road, moving westward away from the chaotic battle, using a spear as a crutch as he crawls along.
Yrukk chuckles lightly, watching the Uruk's, his sword comes up as he reaches the creature, 15 feet or so away from him, and nods to it, his shield coming up.
Murgen wields Long Spear.
Fauthmat looks down towards his axe scepticly before he slips it into the leather loop upon his belt. Reaching over his left shoulder the broad backed Orc grabs a black, sharply curving bow, and in a second has knocked a black fletched arrow.
Fauthmat thrusts the long haft of the single edged axe in his grasp through a loop in his belt.
Fauthmat unfastens the straps of the round wooden shield upon his forearm, and hangs it from his shoulder.
Fauthmat wields BlackBow.
Massive_Bear steps back, suprisingly fast for a creature that is so large and awkward looking. The blows miss him completely. Drawing himself up to his full 8 and a half feet in height, he leaps back towards the two Goblin, attempting to overwhelm Brax with sheer, brutal strength.
Massive_Bear attacks Brax with his Beijabar Fists and badly wounds him!
A large group of armed Uruks crashes through the brush, shouting and growling roughly as they spot a group of fighting Uruks and Beijabar. They hurriedly charge into the fray, Guthmug following among them, his scimitar raised and at the ready.
Brax, hit with the crushing blow, crouches down low almost falling. He drives his blade vengefully tward the leg of the thing.
Fauthmat holds his short bow out before himself, almost verticle, as he draws the bowstring back behind his ear with his gnarled fingers. A sharp twang fills the air, and a black dart speeds towards the gargantuan ursine creature.
Murgen cringes upon hearing the unmistakeable roar of a great Mirkwood bear, far too close for comfort. He slouches at the base of a huge tree and peers cautiously about.
Brax attacks Massive_Bear with his Scimitar, but Massive_Bear parries the attack with his Beijabar Fists!
Fauthmat launches an arrow...
Fauthmat's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Yrukk watches as the bear once again attacks the Uruk and growls lightly, he gets a steady run in towards him, and brings up his blade to strike the bear as he nears it, coming down with a skidding stop in front of him, and attempting to avoid the arrow aimed for the bear at the same time.
Yrukk attacks Massive_Bear with his Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
Uglub finds his leap is smashed aside by one of the massive claws. He stumbles, then corrects his stumble into a maneuver to get on the other side of the bear from Brax. He pulls back his axe and jabs it at the bear's back.
Uglub attacks Massive_Bear with his Axe, but he misses by a handspan.
Guthmug crashes through the orcs around the massive bear with a bloodthirsty snarl on his lips, swinging his scimitar wildly at the creatures great flank.
Guthmug attacks Massive_Bear with his Scimitar...
Massive_Bear dodges his attack.
Massive_Bear swats Brax's attack away with ease and pays no heed to the black arrows that wiz past him. He twists to one side and allows Uglub's attack to go wide. However, with his attention diverted, the sharp stab of Yrukk penetrates his defences and causing a trickles of blood to issue forth from the wound. He turns upon the assailant, clenching his fist and punching at the creature with awesome strength.
Massive_Bear attacks Yrukk with his Beijabar Fists and moderately wounds him!
Licking his lips, Fauthmat pulls another black fletched arrow from over his shoulder, staring down it's haft towards the bear the Orc draws the string to his cheek, and stands still for a moment in concentration. A good distance behind him the battle rages on.
Fauthmat launches an arrow...
Fauthmat's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Yrukk is hit but not as hard as perhaps the bear might have hoped, he is merely knocked to the ground, and slightly dazed as the bear turns on him with quick movements, he seems in a dazed state for a moment, open to any attacks on him the bear wishes to include.
Brax gathers his force of strength and drives upward tward the now turned creature. He drives his blade for the things lower back.
Brax attacks Massive_Bear with his Scimitar and lightly wounds him!
Uglub stoops and again tries to get behind the harried bear. He raises his axe high, and brings it down hard, convinced that he will not be attacked.
Uglub attacks Massive_Bear with his Axe and mildly wounds him!
Fauthmat hisses lightly, as another arrow is pulled from his quiver, and knocked in his bow. A stretching noise can be heard as the Orc pulls back upon the bowstring. The arms of the bow curve back to almost and impossible agle, before TWANG! the bowstring speeds forward, hurling another black dart forward.
Guthmug steps back for a split second, watching as the Massive bear hurls it's arms around at the Uruks around him. He then springs forward, slashing wildly with his scimitar towards the creatures leg...
Guthmug attacks Massive_Bear with his Scimitar...
Your attack against Massive_Bear moderately wounds him!
The blows landed upon the great bear take their toll, with new wounds opening up. The dark fur of the creature begins to take on a red stain as blood from his wounds issue forth. However, his performance does not seem to be impeeded as a result of his wounds, and indeed it seesm only to further fuel his fury. Lashing out towards the nearest Orc, he attempts to drag the creature into range of his deadly maw, and maul the creature with his razor sharp teeth.
Massive_Bear attacks Guthmug with his Beijabar Fists!...
Fauthmat launches an arrow...
Fauthmat's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Uglub emits a cry of fear as he sees his leader smacked by a dangerous paw. He rushes in to distract the bear, slicing upwards towards its head.
Murgen crawls around several trees, very slowly, with a pronounced and painful limp as he applies as little pressure as possible to his left leg. Craning his neck, he tries to get a better view of the attack on the bear.
Uglub attacks Massive_Bear with his Axe, but he misses by a handspan.
Brax standing now, wings another blow from the flank. His force is barely under control. His blade whistles tward the things back.
Brax attacks Massive_Bear with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.
Guthmug screams wildly as the bears maw slams into his upraised left arm, the crunch of bone loud as it's teeth penetrate his armor. With desperate strength, he angrily swings his scimitar towards the bears neck, hoping to do enough damage to make it release his trapped arm...
Guthmug attacks Massive_Bear with his Scimitar...
Massive_Bear dodges his attack.
Yrukk slowly gets to his feet, and begins to back, but shakes his head at his own cowardice and rushes foward to the bear, attacking with a quick swing of his newly red tainted blade.
Yrukk attacks Massive_Bear with his Short Broadsword, but Massive_Bear parries the attack with his Beijabar Fists!
Fauthmat slowly circles to the left now, trying to get a clear shot. The bow is held at his side for only a moment though, as he spots what he assumes to be an uninterupted line of sight towards the black bear, and knocks a black arrow. Looking down the arrow's shaft the Orcs slitted eyes narrow further a brief second as he focuses upon the beasts humongus neck before he releases the bowstring.
Murgen hunkers down again with a growl as the massive bear takes a chunk out of one of the orc attackers. After a minute he rises again, and moves a little more to get a better view. He snarls softly to himself in pain.
Massive_Bear manages to avoid the majority of blows aimed at him, and those that do make contact are rather ineffectual. He ignores the attacks of the hoardes assalting him, prefering to further maul Guthmug, who would appear to be their leader. A fearsome growl emmanates from the depths of the bears lungs as he sinks his teeth further into the goblin, shaking his head from side to side furiously in order to facilitate more damage.
Massive_Bear attacks Guthmug with his Beijabar Fists!...
Fauthmat launches an arrow...
Fauthmat's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
A shrill and high-pitched wail, full of despair and evil, echoes over the area.
Yrukk raises his head at the wail, and begins to move off with his last attack towards the shriek.
Guthmug's body is thrown to the ground forcefully by the massive bear's attacks, he has hardly enough time to roll away from the beast before the Uruks around him threaten to trample him into the ground.
From East, Akhorahil +shouts, "Armiesss of Amon Thranudil and Lake-Town are retreating...the Victory belongsss to The EYE!!!"
Murgen cringes again, covering his head with his right hand as he leans on the spear in his left. He glances into the night toward the direction of the deadly cry.
Guthmug's body is thrown to the ground forcefully by the massive bear's attacks, he has hardly enough time to roll away from the beast before the Uruks around him threaten to trample him into the ground.
Legolas comes downslope from the east.
Legolas has arrived.
Uglub finds himself near the bloodied Brax at the other end of his attack. He glances at Brax and communicates only hate and fear. He rushes low, under the sweeping paws and attacks the bear's gut with an upswing.
Brax brings his blade around more controled this time. He slices hard tward the things back.
Brax attacks Massive_Bear with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Yrukk is walking towards the west as Legolas shows.
Uglub attacks Massive_Bear with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.
Legolas heads on through the woods, past the orcs without paying much attention to them.
Murgen grins through his pain and begins to hobble eastward through the brush near the road, leaving the orcs battling the bear behind.
Legolas goes west down the road.
Legolas has left.
The rattle of wood on steel is heard as Fauthmat slides his sharply curving bow into it's sheath upon his back. With a grunt he hefts the axe from where it hangs at his side. Holding the axe in both hands he stops for a moment, studying the bear, and the massive power that it inflicts upon it's enemies. Slowly, like a building storm, a rough growl builds up in the back of his throat, untill a savage snarl breaks out over his lips as he charges forward, runing ten paces before swinging the long hafted axe down at the bear's left paw.
Fauthmat drops his hand to his belt. He pulls up on the head of a black single edged axe hung through a leather loop on his belt, takeing its long haft into his grasp.
Fauthmat straps a round wooden shield to his forearm.
Guthmug kneels just outside the circle of combatants, his mangled left arm hanging limply beside him as he stares at the bear. With a low growl, he springs forward towards the great beast, swinging his scimitar in a wide, overhead arch towards the creatures body.
Fauthmat attacks Massive_Bear with his Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.
Massive_Bear begins to fall back, realising that the forces of the free-lands have been defeated for now. Even as the Orcish tide threatens to overwhelm him, he keeps the creatures at bay, his claws wreaking havoc among the dark forces. With an outstreched arm, he slashes down across Uglub's chest.
Guthmug attacks Massive_Bear with his Scimitar...
Massive_Bear dodges his attack.
Massive_Bear attacks Uglub with his Beijabar Fists and severely wounds him!
Brax makes another flurried attack at the things flank, useing the advantage as much as he can. He swings for a previous wound in attempt to penetrate the fur.
Brax attacks Massive_Bear with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.
Uglub is rended from collarbone to gut by the sharp claws. He collapses in shock and drops his axe. He tries to hold his blood and innards in with one hand as he crawls, glubbering, away from the murderous bear.
Brax takes another try at the beast as it turns to retreat. He drives the blade with all the strenght he has left.
Fauthmat takes several wary steps back, sizing the oponant up again. He does not move to attack, instead he stands still, facing the bear, both hands upon the haft of his axe.
Murgen continues to slouch and hobble along through the brush, eastward.
Bunji comes downslope from the east.
Uglub unwields Axe.
Massive_Bear snarls definantlyone last time and lashes out towards Brax with both massive arms. His claws drip with the fell blood of his enemies and despite his wounds, he still seems to be in pretty good condition. With the final attack, he turns and begins to lope of towards the west, heading for the safety of the Woodmen village.
Massive_Bear attacks Brax with his Beijabar Fists and badly wounds him!
Murgen passes Bunji as he moves eastward, leaning heavily on a spear for support.
Brax is hit in mid swing and follws thorough on his way to the ground.
Bunji crouches down as he swiftly moves through the woods, hearing combat he stops suddenly in his tracks to watch
Brax attacks Massive_Bear with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.
Murgen +whispers to Bunji, "Oi, what's happening over eastward??"
Shaking his head, Fauthmat takes a few steps backwards, fading into the background of the battle, where seemingly nameless and faceless Orcs and Humans deal death to eachother.
Bunji +whispers to Murgen, "... much just ... ... ..."
Murgen limps a few painful steps closer to Bunji.
Guthmug follows the bear a short distance, his scimitar waving in the air overhead before he collapses to the ground. His left arm is covered in black blood, as is most of his chest. From the ground, he manages to raise his head and shout gruffly, "Stupid bear! NExt time I kill ya!
Murgen +whispers to Bunji, "Did the... ... ... ... ... ..."
Bunji +whispers to Murgen, "... ... ... ordering ..."
Fauthmat goes down the road to the east.
Murgen grunts and grumbles, leaning against a tree and cursing his wounded leg quietly.
Bunji unwields Battle Axe.
Murgen says, "All right, back to it, then."
Uglub burbles and rolls over onto his back. He surveys his wounds and tries to staunch the flow of blood with rags.
Bunji puts his axe back. Looking at Murgen and pointing at leg, "You no fair well?"
From East, Akhorahil +shouts, "Today the victory belongsss to ussss!! It belongss to The EYE and to the armiesss of Moria!"
Murgen shoves himself forward, using the spear for support again, and hobbles eastward. Glancing at
Bunji, he scowls. "Gar, I got stuck with this spear. Then I took it away from the stinking Tark-lover and..." He hisses and cringes at Akhorahil's sudden shout.
Bunji raises his head at the shout, and looks around.
After a long while of resting motionlessly face down on the ground, Guthmug manages to turn around. He slowly crawls towards the trunk of a tree, pushing himself up with his good arm to lean his back against the trunk. He shivers slightly at the sound of the Nazgul's voice, raising his good arm weakly in cheer as he glances at the Uruks around him.
Brax crawls back to his feel, blood dripping down both legs. His sword coated with blood and bits of gore still in hand. He swaggers off the main part of the path and falls to the ground. He gives a weak grin and mumbles "Brax fight for eye.." he then squints and moans out a hushed "Owwie.."
Uglub shivers in shock and relief as the Nazgul cry echoes over the woody vale. He continues to tend to his wounds and pulls his axe toward him with his foot.
Brax rolls over and begins dabbing and wrapping his wounds with the available chunks of cloth.
Guthmug chuckles weakly, turning his head to spit on the ground in front of him. "Dat damn bear..." He glances around the area, pulling his bloody scimitar towards him and placing it across his outstretched legs. He weakly shouts, "Healer!! Healer!", before shaking his head resignedly and glancing down to inspect his wounds.
...and he hits! Ouch!
...and he hits! Ouch!