Assault on Emyn Engrin
Player Name Species WHO On Idle CR SnagaRoastingOverAnOpen Skrathog |Uruk |IC |00:01|00:00|Yes|EatingTheLocalWildlife Bungus |Uruk-Hai|IC |00:01|00:00|Yes|They finally got me. Daenan |Uruk |IC |00:04|00:00| No| Tarnok |Olog-Hai|IC |00:29|00:01|Yes|LookingForAFewEvilUruks Khaless |Uruk |IC |00:30|00:00|Yes|Treading the Razors Edg Dale_Merchant|Human |IC |00:34|00:09|Yes|U'vatha be kidding me! Mardahk |Human |IC |00:35|00:00|Yes|Resolution: CHANGE +MDO Taeran |Human |IC |00:52|00:03|Yes| Witch-king |Nazgul |IC |00:55|00:00|Yes|Soul's worn thin Guldhek |Uruk |IC |01:06|00:00| No| Gurth |Uruk-Hai|IC |01:08|00:00|Yes| Talbez |Uruk |IC |01:20|00:12|Yes|I am the Mouth_of_Talbe Brutnokh |Uruk-Hai|IC |01:24|00:01|Yes|* Et tu 'Brut'e? * Troglaaz |Uruk-Hai|IC |01:33|00:00|Yes|Dorf-tossing. Krishruk |Uruk |IC |01:46|00:00|Yes|A hunting we will go.. Burzum |Olog |IC |01:49|00:00|Yes|Stoned Durok |Uruk-Hai|IC |01:53|00:01|Yes| Grom |Olog |IC |01:58|00:04|Yes|SillyLogazWhipsAreFerSn Hillary |Human |IC |02:10|00:00|Yes| Sasha |Uruk |IC |02:28|00:00|Yes|The Bloodhound of Dol G Nevahkzor |Human |IC |02:36|00:00| No|Eh?!?!?!?! Jrocnu |Human |IC |03:18|00:00|Yes| GrimJack |Human |IC |07:59|00:00| No| There are 23 Mordain connected.
To the West:
A great gate stands at the entrance of a giant cavern, closed. Massive guard towers flank the gates, and at the top of them you can just make out stolid Dwarven guards armed heavily, and glaring down at you. The gate itself seems to be part of the stone mountain face, its seams folding through some device of the Khazad into the living mountains and well obscured from view. The stone road leading upward to the gate, and running back to the east, is worn with the tracks of wagons and hooves, showing that many travel through here each day. Several guards stand by the gates, keeping the safety of the travellers and their home a foremost concern. The early morning sun shines blindingly here. The sky is clear. In the Summer sky, Tonight the moon will be waning crescent.
Dale Wagons heads westards towards the great gates of the Iron Hills..
Witch-king utters a low and fell laugh as the wagons roll by.
Torrents of white water pass over the cliffs above, gathering speed as they grow closer to the ground. The Pool beneath them quickens as they nearly touch, then splashes heavily as if each single drop was of lead. Slowly dispersing from their point of origin, the ripples in the water head outward twoard the coarse sandy bearch that comforts the waterside, ending their lives in small splashes.
Witch-king reaches up as the last wagon rolls past along the stony road, and with a gloved hand throws back the great cowl which conceals his head in darkness. Behold, his silvery crown and the emptiness of his visage is revealed!
Tarnok shivers as the unholy sound comes from the nazgul, and he dairs not lookback out of fear to see what is really there, locking his eyes on the wagons then looks forward to the gates, waiting for them to poen.
Burzum quickly averts his eyes at the laugh, not watching as the Nazgul reveals himself. He clenches his hammer tightly, the slight fear pressing against him balanced bny the glee of upcoming battle.
From West, Dale_Merchant +shouts, "Hullo there, Durin's folk! Could we be let in? It is the caravan you've been expecting."
Witch-king says, "Warlord, are the stone trolls prepared? There are tunnels and passages that will need their attention."
Tarnok nods quickly but dose not look back "Yes master they will block the areas that you order then too, we away your commands" he then shifts a bit as he fingers his axe.
Witch-king nods his silvery helm slowly. "Excellent, Warlord. Be of good cheer. We shall soon seize riches that Sauron has long desired."
Tarnok nods quickly and looks to the other Ologs "Stand readly, when the wagons have enterd into the gate we attack. Be readly to block the small holes we can't he into."
Burzum glances up at the Ologish voice, glad to hear a different voice other than the dark rider. Nodding to the Warlord, he grasps the large stone slab a bit tighter, shifting on his feet, eager to be off.
Grom dully listens to tarnok, nodding as he absently picks his nose...
Tarnok hisses and then says to the Ologs "If you do good, then you will be able to eat all the Gazats you wish for the next 2 days" he then gulps as he hopes that these Ologs will not let him down or he knows the darkrider will have his head.
Witch-king pulls the reins of his warhorse and leads the way for the mighty trolls of Mordor.
Moving along the stone pathway westwards, you soon reach a smooth mountain face, and the gates to the Dwarf home of Emyn-Engrin.
Entrance to the Iron Hills
Contents: Guardian of the Gates
Obvious exits:
Winding Trail leads to Mountain Path.
East leads to Paved Path, at the Waterfall.
Giant Iron Gates
Beside the gates leading into The Iron Hills stands a well dressed Dwarf wearing a suit of heavy Khazad plate, armed with a large battle axe and short sword. His brown beard comes down well below his waist, and is carefully tucked under his belt to keep it out of the way. His skin is the color of dark river clay, and his eyes are black as coal.
Burzum arrives from the east.
Tarnok arrives from the east.
Grom arrives from the east.
Tarnok comes up to the gates and hisses at seeing that they are closed then yells to Ologs and is about to yell something "when he sees the Nazgul use come kind of power of the dwarf guard
Witch-king rides slowly to the gates. In the subterranean darkness beyond can the hue and cry of mighty combat be heard.
Burzum comes to slow stop, the back of his slab dragging in the dirt. Grunting, he glances up at the closed gates, a frown on his face. Yet, he waits faithfully for the Dark rider and the Warlord to fix the current problem.
Entrance to the Iron Hills
A great gate stands at the entrance of a giant cavern, closed. Massive guard towers flank the gates, and at the top of them you can just make out stolid Dwarven guards armed heavily, and glaring down at you. The gate itself seems to be part of the stone mountain face, its seams folding through some device of the Khazad into the living mountains and well obscured from view. The stone road leading upward to the gate, and running back to the east, is worn with the tracks of wagons and hooves, showing that many travel through here each day. Several guards stand by the gates, keeping the safety of the travellers and their home a foremost concern. The mid morning sun shines blindingly here. The sky is clear. In the Summer sky, Tonight the moon will be waning crescent.
Contents:
Grom
Guardian of the Gates
Obvious exits:
Winding Trail leads to Mountain Path.
East leads to Paved Path, at the Waterfall.
Through the doors, Witch-king has left.
Gatehouse
Contents:
Corinth
Hillary
Taeran
Jrocnu
Kazekin Caravan Escort
Mardahk
stone
Khazad Trade Caravan
Obvious exits:
Through the doors, Grom steps up to the gates. The guards shout something, and he walks through the open gates.
Grom arrives from the outside.
Hillary tries the latch on the iron doors and finds them to be locked.
Jrocnu enters from the guard room.
Hillary tries the latch on the iron doors and finds them to be locked.
Through the gaping gates and amid the stragglers of the uruk invaders rides an imposing figure, a black-clad warrior astride a mighty black warhorse. His hood is thrown down: a silvery crown gleams atop horrifying emptiness where head and visage should be. Cruel red eyes gleam from the nothingness.
The ringing of large, sonorous bells signal the rarely heard alarm. Great cries go up throughout the halls.."To Arms! The Enemy are here!"
Grom steps through the gates beyond the Dark rider, bloodshot gaze searching around the room for several moments then he pauses thinking, not seeing anything immediatly to smash...
The riding figure pauses in the concourse. Around him stream orcs, charging in as a horde amid lumbering trolls which carry great grey slabs of stone.
Witch-king 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.
Grom cradles a huge block stone in his left hand, and reaches up with his other hand that is holding his axe and scratches his head with the side of it, not knowing what to do. He looks around at the other trolls around
Standing a short distance away from the gates to the gatehouse, a man cloaked in fabric of deepest hue stands. Clutched tightly in one of his hands is a long bladed sword, the other hand holding a dagger, both apparently coming from the sheathes at his belt as both sheathes are empty. Eyes lifting he watches the gates of the dwarven dwelling slowly open, allowing the remainders of Mordain forces to stream in. At the rear of the pack, a more imposing figure, more terrifying than any troll or orc, strides in on a horse of pure black. Gulping a lump down in his throat, he slowly approaches the figure, pausing to let the trolls and their slabs of stones pass before continueing on. Stopping a half-score of feet from the figure, Jrocnu, the cloaked man, drops down onto one of his knees and bows his head, lowering his weapons down to the stone floor. Waiting for a moment to draw a ragged gasp, he finally speaks to the figure, his voice trembling slighty, "It is done, great master. The iron halls have been breeched."
From where she stands at the gate with the other humans, Hillary stares as the headless rider arrives, then quickly averts her eyes to bow her head. The high-pitched wail reverberates through the halls, sending a tremor through the wman's form. Small enough already, she seems to shrink even more in the presence of this apparition. Knees bend, and Hilary kneels even as Jrocnu does, oblivious to the noise of the carnage beyond the large double doors.
Witch-king lowers his silvery crown and turns his gleaming red eyes upon Jrocnu. All present can feel the cold will of the Rider. "Excellent," says the rider in a fell and hollow voice. "Well done, slave. Thy reward shall be great in the Halls of Darkness. Now, gather thy servants and turn to the matter at hand. Go forth in silence and observe, and learn the ways and tricks of the dwarves that they may take none of our force by surprise."
A shudder runs along Taeran's body as the wraith enters the anchient halls. Taeran falls slowly to both knees as if loosing his senses and acting as if in a dream. Taeran breaths raggedly as he stares up at the figure in a mix of fear and awe. His sword clatters to the ground as his hand releases it. He manages to gasp out a simple "Victory for the eye..My lord"
From Large Double Door, Mouth_of_Sauron +shouts, "Kill them! Kill them all, my troops! For your honor and for the Dark Lord!"
From Large Double Door, Omok +shouts, "KILL THEM FOR THE EYE!"
Jrocnu remains on his knees before the wraith, his eyes averted downwards as he waits on the wraith's response. Lifting his head up to look up on the fell spirit, he gulps down yet another lump before nodding his head once, the barely spoken words of "Yes, master." slipping free of the man's lips. Rising to his full height, he sheathes his long sword, keeping the dagger out and turns to look around. Levelling the dagger first at Hillary, then at Taeran, he snaps at them, "Both of you's follow me! The," glancing at the nazgul then back at the two, "master has given us a task to do!"
Jrocnu remains on his knees before the wraith, his eyes averted downwards as he waits on the wraith's response. Lifting his head up to look up on the fell spirit, he gulps down yet another lump before nodding his head once, the barely spoken words of "Yes, master." slipping free of the man's lips. Rising to his full height, he sheathes his long sword, keeping the dagger out and turns to look around. Levelling the dagger first at Hillary, then at Taeran, he snaps at them, "Both of you's follow me! The," glancing at the nazgul then back at the two, "master has given us a task to do!" Then as soon as he has finished speaking, he begins to move swiftly torwards the north, along the side of the road to allow the passage of the denizens of Mordor.
Jrocnu reaches down to his belt, pulling out a dagger with a broad double-edged blade from the sheathe there.
Taeran lunges to his feet as the words of the Emmisary pierce through his stupor. He reaches down and scoops up his long blade before another shudder runs through his body at the chill of the creature who stands next to him. He then quickly follows Jrocnu with his boots clicking against the ground as he moves
Taeran wields Longsword.
Grom nudges another olog and whispers to him, then the other olog whispers back and something dawns on grom and he begines taking thumping steps deeper into the tunnels as some of the other trolls had already done...
Grom walks under the archway and onto the main road.
Gurtang arrives from the north.
Witch-king looks up again and rides forth, his massive warhorse picking each step slowly among the scattering orcs and debris.
Witch-king walks under the archway and start down the main road.
Entrance Concourse
Contents:
Goin takes up chase after the fleeing human, but suddenly finds himself face to face with a rather formidable force of goblins and hobgoblins. The battle axe, now drenched in the red blood of a human begins to be covered once more in the black of orcs. "Danamil, my back, lad!" he calls.
Mahlin arrives from the north.
Varnor arrives from the north.
A sudden hush falls upon many of the orcs of the battle.
Gurtang arrives from the great foyer.
Bungus falls back as the dwarf's blade bites into his side. His armor, helping keep him in one piece. Bungus stumbles back gripping his side. Sudden fire blazing in his eyes, he leaps forward to remove the dwarfs head in one fell swoop.
Varnor leaves down the road to the north.
Mahlin leaves down the road to the north.
Bungus attacks Hecksher with his Battle Axe, but Hecksher parries the attack with his Battle Axe!
Grom thumps through the large double doors as a dozen or more other trolls filter into the room, all carrying large slabs of stone. The hulking shapes seem to actually be preoccupied from killing for the moment at least, taking a moment looking around the area.
Brutnokh growls at seeing Sasha badly hurt and shakes his head, "Foolish Pulgorbuurz maggots", quickly leaving his Tek'Rak to his own battle he makes his way over to Telling, his shield placed before him and his scimitar held outward. Raising his blade in a arch he swings towards the khazad's neck, hoping to catch him by surprise in his charge.
Omok leaping up he fires agine shooting his arrow with great force.
Gurtang comes back in and cuts off Talbez's armor. He snickers evilly.
Omok launches an arrow...
Omok's bowshot hits Sasha, severely wounding him.
Brutnokh attacks Telling with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.
Talbez takes off Studded Leather Armor.
Sasha barely dodges the slicing blow, but manages to bring his head from under the blade. Nevertheless the strike connects with his shoulder, the force of the blow and the two bleeding wounds bringing the snuffler from a crouch to a fallen heap. Weakly, but again with surprising speed, the orc withdraws from the dwarf, leaving a bloody trail behind him.
Gurtang picks up Studded Leather Armor.
Danamil moves as quickly as his wounds allow to cover his comrade's back, lashing out valiantly to keep the bulk of the orcs off him.
Gurtang hides in the shadows.
Goin lets fly yet another stray swing of his battle axe at a passing orc.
Hecksher's luck is with him today as one Orc leaves and the other Orc's weapon misses its mark. The butcher silently hopes the rest of his outnumbered companions receive the same luck against this trecherous assault. "I can see why your hateful kind wants these great halls!" Hecksher manages to call between breaths, "For ye obviously need somewhere to learn to swing an axe in!" Lunging at the Orc that remains beside him, Hecksher calls loudly, "Here, I'll show ya!"
Hecksher attacks Bungus with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!
From the great southern doors the orcs move and scatter, nearly fleeing the appearance of a new invader: there is a massive black warhorse, carrying a tall and powerful black-clad man. But not quite so: for though this 'man' wears a gleaming crown of mithril, between crown and mantle can naught be seen. There is no face, no head visible to support the crown: only the red flash of hateful eyes.
Goin attacks Brutnokh with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a handspan.
Danamil grunts as yet another blade makes it through his waning defense. "I cannot take much more", he hisses to Goin through clenched and bloody teeth.
Goin, his back turned to the southern door continues to flail against his suddenly quiet foes.
Omok droping in yet another arrow into his bow he fires it at his enemys
Too weak to scream, Sasha hisses as an arrow hits him in the back. The snuffler withdraws further, two orcs stepping over him to cover his retreat.
Witch-king pauses in the doorway and turns his cold gaze across the chaos of the battle.
Telling watching in fury as the bleeding form of the orc collapses to the ground, and he turns just as another swing from an orc comes around. Only by luck the swing clashes upon Telling's outstretched shield, and in the fury of the orc's petty attack from behind, the dwarf brings his sword around in a wide horizontal arc, for a heavy blow to the uruk's side.
Telling attacks Brutnokh with his Short Broadsword and moderately wounds him!
Omok trys to fire but can not move in all of his heavy armot, he knocks of his helm and trys agine to shoot at telling.
Grom begins making his way through the fighting figures towards the first large doorway he sees, one thing in common that all the trolls seem to be doing is trying to find ways deeper into the mountain, whether by fighting or going around the dwarven folk...
Omok takes off Studded Leather Helmet.
Jrocnu arrives from the great foyer.
Omok launches an arrow...
Omok's bowshot hits Telling, moderately wounding him.
Hillary arrives from the great foyer.
Omok smirks as his arrow hits telling. then scrounging for some arrows he fades further back neer the door to the hall
Brutnokh grunts, not knowing if it was his nimbleness or his luck which allowed him to escape the swing of Goin, turning only to unfortunately meet the sudden sting of Telling's attack. A sharp grunt escapes his twisted lips and his eyes narrow as blood seeps through his armor and over its chain surface, quickly raising his shield in defense he jabs another poke at the khazad before him. This time more caculated as he aimes towards the left flank of his opponent, hoping to suprise him with an opposite direction.
Bungus falls back again, another deeper wound spurting forth blood. Crying out in pain, Bungus lunges at the dwarf, all tatics forgotten. Only pure animal instint moving his limbs.
Brutnokh attacks Telling with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Witch-king 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.
Goin, in his rage, sees the humans, head and shoulders above the rest of his foes, coming from the north, and the cry goes up, "Traitors! Kill them!"
Troglaaz arrives from the north.
Sasha's blind crawl brings him closer t the Witch-King. Now, by some unseen will the snuffler lfts his gaze and his yellow eyes widen in horror. Obviously the poor beaten snuffler thinks it is death itself that has come to claim him. After a moment's stare, the orc collapses into the ground, too weak to crawl, his breathing harsh and ragged.
Bungus attacks Hecksher with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds him!
Grom makes his way to the north slowly trying to avoid as many dwarves as he can, though smashing most that get in his way, or at least batting them away.
It is a good thing Hecksher is turned away from the doorway, failing to notice the black horseman, else he'd be halfway to his slaughterhouse by now. As it is, he seems to be doing a bit of slaughterhouse work of his own on this poor Uruk Lieutenant. Partially parrying the now-slowed battle axe of his foe, the large butcher again hacks at his enemy, this time carefully aiming his full-force blow at the lunging Orc's head.
Goin shuts up as the screem of the ghul pierces the hall. For a moment, his blade idles, and then with a renewed vigor, he charges for Jrocnu.
Taeran arrives from the great foyer.
Hecksher attacks Bungus with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!
Omok running to sasha he start's to aply aid helping in what ever ways he can.
Telling staggers forward as an arrow pierces his armor from behind. Filling him with further rage, Telling sidesteps the orc's jab at his side and brings a heavy swing down upon the jucture of the neck and shoulder.
Telling attacks Brutnokh with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a mile.
Grom leaves down the road to the north.
Omok looking up he shoots agine a arrow into the fray
Grom arrives from the north.
Omok launches an arrow...
Omok's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Danamil's knees, already weak from loss of blood, almost fail him as he hears the scream. Bowels loosening he turns to run to the north, running directly into the path of Goin and Jrocnu.
Grom leaves down the road to the north.
Omok aplys more herbs to sashas cuts
Witch-king ignores Sasha, and ignores all the orcs that now cringe nearby. His eyes flash as he looks across the carnage and deeper into the halls. Then his great black warhorse advances again, stepping purposefully across fallen orc and dwarf alike as it walks northward into the carved roads of Emyn Engrin.
With a shove for his own good, Goin pushes Danamil to the ground, to let the fool play dead, or whatever he may resort to there. Nothing else he can do, he reasons, as he steps over/around him in his charge towards Jrocnu.
Troglaaz leaves down the road to the north.
Slipping along the side of the road, the effects of a battle in progress quickly overtake the threesome. Motioning for the other two to stay to the outskirts of the battle, the man himself steps closer to the shadowed walls, avoiding the battle best he can. Glancing again at the two, he mutters, "Avoid the battle at all costs," when he is cut off by the words of a shouted dwarf. Muttering darkly when he realizes the words are meant for him, he turns to find a dwarf charging him. Flipping the dagger in his hand, he quickly flips it at the dwarf's knees. Not caring to watch to see if the blade hits or not, he snarls at the two with him, "Follow me!" and begins to lope northwards.
Jrocnu throws a dagger...
Jrocnu's dagger throw is knocked out of the air by Sasha and his scimitar!
The dagger lies now on the ground at his feet.
Bungus tries ducking the swinging axe. However, his lost of blood slowls his movemnets. The blade skims off of the helmet, making a familiar ringing noise in his head. Tired and batttered, Bungus steps back swinging to keep the dwarf at bay.
Bungus attacks Hecksher with his Battle Axe, but Hecksher parries the attack with his Battle Axe!
Goin, enraged and indignant at the attempt on his life, war though it be, by a human once considered an ally, lunges blade first at Jrocnu, hewing at the man's back.
Goin attacks Jrocnu with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!
Brutnokh quickness saves him as he raises his shield in time to deflect the blow of the khazad, a grunt escaping from his lips in the process. Slowly he jumps back and examines in foe for a second, his crooked legs keeping him close to the ground as his shield hugs his body tightly. From the outside he hears again and shrill call of something black and dark as it echoes down the tunnels and again his facial muscles twitch happly. Brining his scimitar forward he swings in a lowerd arch towards Telling's legs, hoping to knock the dwarf of its balance if the blade is true.
Brutnokh attacks Telling with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!
Omok looking at the dagger at his feet he lunges to get it
Hecksher's wicked-looking butcher cleaver doesn't pause once as it continues it's relentless assault on the Orc. Easily parrying the other's blow, Hecksher charges forward, hoping to end this duel with one last stroke to the Orc's neck.
Hecksher attacks Bungus with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!
Danamil lands face down on the floor from Goin's shove and slides several feet. Rage at being put down and at his own cowardice causes him to rise and swing at the nearest thing to him.
Danamil attacks Witch-king with his Battle Axe!...
...and he parries the attack with his Mace!
Omok picks up a Dagger.
Talbez rolls over by Omok and moans "H e l p me."
Taeran steps over the bloodied body of one of the already fallen uruks as his eyes glance over the scene of the carnage. The frenzied words of the dwarf reach his ears and he steps quickly away from the Emmisary and motians toward Hillary with a hiss " Omok pockiting the dager he turns to talbez, sprinkling some light herbs upon him he begines to chant then end off his chant with 'May the blood of another restore his."
Telling attempts to jump back from the orc's scimitar slash at his legs, but the sharp blade slices through his clothes and across his calf, drawing blood which runs down into his left boot. Enraged, the dwarf brings a heavy swing down on the orc's shoulder while he is still down low.
Telling furiously attacks Brutnokh with his Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
Omok making ready to fire into the brawl he realese the arrow
Omok launches an arrow...
Omok's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Danamil cringes as he sees his blade arc towards the ghul. He quickly tries to throw himself to the floor as he sees his blow so easily blocked.
Hillary glances around at the embattled hall, the horses of the wagon train snorting and straining at their reins. She ducks as Goin shouts, eyes pulled quickly back to where she pauses. Quickly, she ducks to retrieve the dagger the man beside her has dropped, in the process avoiding the dwarf. Even as she grabs for it, she comes face to face with the orc who got there first. She grimaces, allowing the orc his prize, even as Jrocnu takes a hit from the dwarf's axe. Still crouched low, she scurries to where Taeran has found a refuge from the carnage.
Omok with that he shoves his knife into a semi dead orc at his feet and inverts it's blood to talbez pooring it on his face.
Suddenly the mighty black warhorse of the Witch-king rears up, screaming in rage as a dwarf warrior dares to strike at it. With surprising speed the animal lurches away from the axe. Its rider utters a deadly and hollow-sounding hiss. He turns his hateful gaze upon the dwarf. "Durst thou? Then learn thy folly!" With that, the Witch-king lifts a long-handled and heavy mace and lets it fall toward Danamil.
Bungus sluggish movements win him another oozing red welt. Moving backwards faster, Bungus still feebly swings his battle axe at arms length, trying to buy time for the orcs of his garrison to come to the rescue. Seeing none, He groans to himself, still stumbling backwards towards this line, his axe swinging.
Bungus attacks Hecksher with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!
Witch-king attacks Danamil with his Mace...
The attack against Danamil badly wounds him!
Omok shriking as a arrow lands by him he reachs to pick it up
Omok grabing the arrow he loads it and makes ready to fire his last shoot.
Brutnokh grumbles as the sword is brought down upon his flesh and tears at his shoulder. When the blade made contact a thin line of blood begins to appear, more gathering as its black color seeps through the chain armor. Narrowing his eyes he glares at Telling and speaks, his voice curdling like the sound of metal on wood, "Die children of khazad and let your bodies wrought in the depths of your foul mines." Then raising his scimitar towards the dwarf he swings downward upon the fallen figure's stomach, his blade slicing through the air with a course guided by the Eye.
Brutnokh attacks Telling with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!
Not wanting the foul orc to escape after it's previous insult, Hecksher advances steadily on the creature. "Soon there, boy, you'll have two more ears for your necklace!" he starts in a booming voice, "Though I'm afraid you'll lack a neck to hang it on!" As he slowly tries to parry the Orc's attack, the butcher only manages to deflect the axe into his side. His black eyes showing nothing but Dwarven rage, Hecksher raises his cleaver above his head and charges at the foe.
Hecksher attacks Bungus with his Battle Axe and terribly wounds him!
Jrocnu is caught completely off guard by the sudden attack, flung forwards a couple feet then down onto his knees. As a thick liquid begins to gush down his back, he rises quickly to his feet and whirls around to face the dwarf, drawing his sword as he does so. Holding the blade tightly in his hands, his face blanching in pain, he casts a seething glance at the dwarf. Feinting forwards with the tip of his sword at the dwarf's face in an attempt to drive it back, he quickly follows it by turning and running north as fast as he can, hoping to distance himself from the dwarf.
Jrocnu dodges aside Goin, and manages to escape!
Jrocnu leaves down the road to the north.
Danamil's body is bounced with the force of the mace blow to the middle of his back. A loud *oomph!* of expelled air is forced from his mouth as things go dim about him. Is it death or just the nearness of the pavings to his eyes?
Omok his armor getting in the way agine he rips it off, leaving him bare
Omok takes off Studded Leather Armor.
Omok launches an arrow...
Omok's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Witch-king laughs, a terrible and mocking sound, and brings his mace hammering down again to crush Danamil. "Heed thy fear, worm! The cold of death approaches."
Witch-king attacks Danamil with his Mace...
The attack against Danamil badly wounds him!
The scimitar of the vile orc cuts deep through Telling's light leather armor, peircing his skin with a cry. He staggers back a few feet, but a deep red reflecting of the torches in his eyes, lunges forward with a jab of his sword at the yrch's midsection.
Goin steps back as the blade is aimed at his face, and then cursing, sees his foe fleeing through a crowd of goblins. Looking about him, battle rage filling his eyes, he spies yet another treacherous human, Taeran, and begins hacking his way towards him, leaving halved or decapitated goblins in his wake.
Witch-king shifts easily in the saddle as his great warhorse turns, snorting angrily, circling Danamil and screaming its rage.
Telling attacks Brutnokh with his Short Broadsword, but Brutnokh parries the attack with his shield!
Taeran presses his back firmly against the pillar and glances around the side. He slides his long blade back into its sheath at his side as to not attract attention. He nods once as the quick sprint of the man takes him to safely and then turns his eyes back to the dead and the dying ahead of him. His cold smirk slowly fades from his face as he sees the dwarf figure begin to move toward him. Taeran takes no time to spare in lunging away from the dwarf and toward where the crush of battle is thicker and he is harder to find..Leaving Hillary behind
Danamil, in the middle of deciding his is still alive starts feebly pushing himself to his knees when the second blow catches him again in the middle of his back, splitting his leather armor the width of his wide body and fountaining gobbets of blood into the air. He collapses to the side, still clutching his axe, his eyes rolling up to see his attacker. As blood pours from his lips he mumbles, "Mahal take thee, vile daemon".
Goin's rate of advance increases, as does the carnage about him. The swath he's cutting is a nice one...but filling up behind him much quicker than he'd like.
Bungus tries dodging out of the way of the charging dwarf. Leaping in the air, The dwarfs blade slices Bungus's back and spins him around. Landing in a terrible jolt, Bungus groans. Slowly and painfully, he flips himself over on to his back and begins to half drag himself away from the orcs. Moving just far enough away, He sticks the shaft of his battle axe into the ground and uses it to struggle up to his feet. Breathing deeply, he pulls his battle axe up and stands weakly on his feet, his body swaying and vision blurred. He awaits the approach of the ddeath wielding dwarf.
Brutnokh snorts as Telling aimes his blade towards his stomach and quickly lowers his legs, allowing his shield to block the attack. Then, tilting his head he stares for a moment at the Khazad, as if savoring or perhaps seeing how well this one will fit in the cooking pot. His scimitar creeps forward at his side as he looks to stare at Telling and then in a surprise attack he springs forward, forcing forward the sharp edge of his scimitar towards the neck of the dwarf.
Brutnokh attacks Telling with his Scimitar and lightly wounds him!
Hillary's large dark eyes dart, following Jrocnu's escape from t
Sasha rising to stand finally, he notices that he has been left behind in the fight. A wall of uruk warriors separates him from the dwarven defenders, giving him time to examine his surroundings and his wounds. A clawed hand traces along hastily bandaged wounds and the hideous grimace of pain twists his features further. Anger seeps into his eyes and the yellow gleam seems alight with new intensity.
Hecksher's once observant eyes have lost all interest in the battle around him and are focused entirely on the critically wounded Orc before him. Still wincing from the pain of that last blow to his generous gut, Hecksher calls loudly as he advances, "Son of a mutton sheep! This has been your last trecherous act, fiend!" His voice filling the surrounding area, the butcher buries the cleaver into Bungus's spine.
Bungus collapses to the ground, defeated by Hecksher!
Bungus's weapon "Kerluthan" falls to the ground...
Hillary's large dark eyes dart, following Jrocnu's escape from the dwarf. They widen as the dwarf heads in her own direction. For an instant, she glances toward the man who was standing close by her, but he has already moved on. Quickly, she dives out of harm's way, following Jrocnu's own path.
Witch-king hisses down at the dwarf who now lies supine beneath the hooves of his warhorse. "Speak not to me of thy empty gods, dwarf! This night belongs to a greater power." Then the Wraith turns his gaze elsewhere in the hall, looking for those dwarf warriors who seem to be fending off the onslaught of Mordor.
Telling looks into the dark eyes of the orc as he stares back at him, and not taking his eyes off of him, he jumps aside of the surprise jab, the blade of the scimitar only grazing the side of his armor. Expecting this, his sword was ready for a swing, and he brings it down hard in a diagonal arc on the uruk's left shoulder.
Telling attacks Brutnokh with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a mile.
Hecksher having dispatched the Orc Lieutinant, Hecksher stands over the Orc puffing heavily and surveying the battle. Seeing his outnumbered cousins still surrounded but bravely fighting gives the old butcher a renewed strength. With a cry, he charges into the fray, hacking his large cleaver at the nearest Orc--who happens to be the one that wounded him earlier!
Brutnokh hearing the drop of his tek'rak from Hecksher's blade across the room now begins to steam at the nostrils. Dodging the attack brought on by Telling in his anger he spouts out curses and foul words which few can understand. Composing himself and bringing the coldness of his heart to his mind his throat gurgles a strange and sadistic laugh of madness. His scimitar is raised and his shield prepared as his fell blades sings through the air in a horizontal arch, aimed for Telling's side.
Brutnokh attacks Telling with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.
Hecksher furiously attacks Brutnokh with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds him!
Bungus tries to bring his baxe into play, but his strength has left him. Closing his eyes, as he knows of the moment to come. As the blade, cuts into his spine a small gasp exscapes from his swollen lips. Falling to the ground, his arms fly outwards as if to hug death it self. hitting the ground, the last breath of life is driven out of his battered body. Laying in a pool of blood, his left eyelid flutters for a moment before closeing for the last time.
Goin begins to close the gap, and none too soon. The humans are just before the norther gates when he takes his first swing at the trailing, treacherous, traiterous human woman, Hillary. His goal, merely to sweep her out of his way as he hunts down the fleeing man.
Goin attacks Hillary with his Battle Axe and severely wounds her!
Sasha darts towards where Bungus has fallen, ordering two battered uruk warriors with him. The trio close in on the wounded warrior, "Grab his body!" rasps Sasha in a tortured voice. The snuffler reaches for the warrior's weapon.
Sasha picks up a Battle Axe.
The rage of the orc opposite Telling only dulls his ability, and the dwarf is easily able to back away from the slash of the scimitar. Then, exploiting his opponent's miss, he brings his broadsword heavy down on the orc's left shoulder, just as another scimitar brushes the air beside him.
Telling furiously attacks Brutnokh with his Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
The other uruk warriors takes Bungus' body, while the other stays to fend of an attack by two dwarves. Sasha frowns, motioning for the uruk to move with haste.
The Witch-king rides away from Danamil, and looks upon the hacking form of Goin. His cold eyes flash.
Hecksher spins as he sees another Uruk try and drag the body of the slain lieutanent away. With a roar he calls out, "No boy! That there meat stays here with me!" With surprising agility, Hecksher springs toward Sasha and hacks with his large blade.
Sasha collapses to the ground, defeated by Hecksher!
Sasha's weapon "Jagged Scimitar" falls to the ground...
Even as Hillary scrambles away from the dwarf, he bears down on her in his furious pursuit of Jrocnu. The battle axe swings, hitting the woman square in the back. She falls to the ground, seriously wounded, a scream pulled forth from her lips. Her fingernails scrape against the floor of the hall as Hillary tries to pull herself further away.
Talbez dives for the ground with a rolling motion trying to grab the weapon.
Goin feels the chill of another will being bent upon him, a will of power and deadly sorcery that would dominate a creature of less stern stuff.
Talbez picks up a Scimitar.
Witch-king rides slowly toward Goin, staring down at the Dwarf with cold and hungry eyes.
Impervious to the attack, the dazed and driven Snuffler is caught easily by the dwarves strikes and struck to the ground. Blood flies and spills to the ground, a crimson hand enveloping the snuffler's body. It twitches and a groan erupts from between the orc's cruel lips, but soon it lies silent.
A gurgling groan of despair escapes the lips of Danamil as he tries to push himself to his knees. Through dimming eyes he sees what looks like a promising avenue of escape and slowly starts pulling himself to the north.
Brutnokh howls and jumps around to see Hecksher, as he does so his back is exposed to the eager Telling who quickly removes a bit of its flesh. Turning and now faced with two strong opponents he begins to take on the tactic the other khazad only moment before had assumed. Backing to place both dwarves into a 45 degree angel he swings first at Telling, his shield held outward in hope to block an attack from the axe of Hecksher in the process.
Brutnokh attacks Telling with his Scimitar, but Telling parries the attack with his Short Broadsword!
Talbez scavenging with blood still dripping from open wounds, the grizzled orc pours over the body of Sasha seeking the weapon he had been eyeing.
Talbez tries to take Battle Axe from Sasha's inventory but is stopped.
Wrenching his blade from the back of the woman even as he runs, Goin chases hard after the remaining human, leaving Hillary to die on the floor. His run is suddenly checked as he feels the will of something beyond any power he has known in his life bent on him. Shaking his head, his helm rattles, and his beard untucks as he begins running north now at an even more hurried pace, not so much to slay the fleeing human, but to escape the terror at his back.
Hecksher wastes no time as he sees another looter among the lieutanent's slain body. "Ye vile creatures are less fit for my blade than fat and grissle!" he calls. With a loud cry, the butcher strikes hard at the Talbez, who foolishly seems to value his fallen comerade's weapons more than his life.
Unnoticed in the general melee, another vague form enters the concourse from the south, It stands there a moment, looking over the battle before it
Talbez collapses to the ground, defeated by Hecksher!
Taeran darst though the crush of the fray and sweat streaks down his face and chest as he moves like a snake across the ground. His breath comes in ragged gasps as his vest flaps against his side. Panic now replaces all his coldness as he ducks toward the north and escape from the ravage of the dwarf lord
Witch-king utters another deadly and arrogant laugh as the dwarf Goin rushes northward away. The rider spurs his horse onward in pursuit.
Talbez falls hard on the ground taking a hard blast to the back. A hard cracking noise is heard eminating from his ribs as he falls flat on the body of Sasha. A low groan can be heard from him.
Telling grins slyly at his kinsmen, despite the wound to his stomach which has only worsened over time. He forgets not his opponent however, and brings up his sword to parry the swing, his broadsword mirroring the orc's scimitar. With only one hand to hold his sword, the dwarf is unable to defeat the immense strength of the brute, and instead of pressing forward, he steps aside and pulls his sword away, letting the scimitar blade slice harmlessly by. In one deft motion, he brings his sword around again for a diagonal blow to the orc's right shoulder.
Telling attacks Brutnokh with his Short Broadsword, but Brutnokh parries the attack with his Scimitar!
Hecksher stoops down to pry his large cleaver from the Uruk looter. Turning back to his previous foe, Hecksher advances on Brutnokh. His black eyes are grim with hatred as he both feels the wounds from before and sees that the large Uruk has also wounded his cousin Telling. With a cry, the large butcher cuts down at the Uruk's knees from behind.
Goin ignores now fully the human before him, flying pell mell from the horsed demon. His armor crashes, boots clomp, teeth chatter, and heart pounds. With a resounding *boom* he crashes through the norther doors, and as he stumbles to the floor on the other side of them they fail to close...his feet are in the way.
Uvatha surveys the melee for a moment, before drawing forth it's dark blade. Deep within the recesses of its helmeted head, eyes flash red with anger as it seeks out the nearest of it's foes.
Uvatha draws forth the Variag blade with a soft hisssss.
Uvatha 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.
Talbez twists on the floor trying to gasp what little breath is still in him grasping a the open wounds on his body.
Goin leaves down the road to the north.
Witch-king rides northward into the halls, laughing in his pursuit of Goin.
Witch-king take off on the road to the north.
Grand Foyer
Contents:
The fighting in this part of the halls has lessened, as most of it's dwarven defenders hurriedly withdraw further north and away from the advancing swarms of Uruk warriors.
Gurth senses this is not the wisest locale in which to emplace himself, and in short order moves to the side of the chamber, slicing at the fallen bodies and beaten defenders.
Witch-king appears from the south, a massive shape atop a great black warhorse that stomps and snorts. The rider is clad all in black, but wears a high crown of gleaming silvery mithril. To the horror of all who see him anew, beneath the crown is nothing but the deadly flash of cruel and red eyes: there is only emptiness between crown and black cloak.
Goin drops face first inside the doors, then scrambles noisily to his feet, glancing only once over his shoulder begins once again to rush as best he can to the north.
Grom steps back a bit as the dwarf swings at him, barely avoiding the dwarf's swipe. Grom swings down from above using his longer arms trying to bring the blade of the axe down on top of mahlin's helmeted head. saying, "Nar, me iz too smart fer gazat trick."
Grom attacks Mahlin with his Axe and moderately wounds him!
Gurth has enough presence of mind to note the grand entrance of the Nazgul. Having developed a keen sense of respect (fear) of the beings, he slips around the edges of chamber, keeping as much out of sight as possible.
Troglaaz stands near the west wall of the great hall, a large cluster of Uruks gathered about him as he presses northwards, a sturdy bow in his hands. His voice rising as he shouts orders and words of encouragement, he moves among his orcish warriors as they attempt to cut off escape from any of their foes to the south.
Goin gains very little ground as the terror of the demon of Mordor o'er takes him, and the mass of goblins before him grows thicker.
Mahlin falls to his knees, his head ringing from the blunt blow to his helm. He spits up blood to the stone floor and tries to roll away and get some space between he and his immense foe.
Witch-king looks down upon the scrambling form of Goin and utters loud and mocking laughter. "Stand fast, mighty dwarf! Hero of Durin's kin! Turn and stand, else lose thy treasures in clumsy haste!"
Grom has his attention drawn by the commotion behind him as the dwarfs start coming into the room and he takes a moment to look over his shoulder.
Goin whips about, oddly enough because of the command, rather than a desire to fight. Years of training are the only thing that cause him to keep his battle axe leveled as he spins, and stretching it outwards, it whips about with him, directly towards the front legs of the Nazgul's steed.
Gurth continues his slow progress from the north to south end of the chamber.
Mahlin uses to distraction to get back to his feet, blood now freely dripping down his chin which he absently wipes aside with a guantleted hand. But it is not the troll to whom he now stares upon open mouth, but the dark figure just behind and the axe nigh but falls from his hands. "By the forger.." he intones with a slight groan.
Troglaaz's eyes turn towards the advancing figure in black, his fingers clenching nervously around the worn grip of his sturdy bow. Raising another arrow to the taut bowstring, he draws back it's fletching to the corner of his lips and aims down the dark shaft directly towards the dwarf who approaches from the south. "Catch him and take him!" He rasps out to the orcs around him, as he looses the arrow.
Troglaaz launches an arrow...
Troglaaz's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
The great black warhorse of the Nazgul rears up with a snort of anger, but its speed is not quite enough against this foe: Goin's axe cuts into a foreleg, and the animal stumbles back screaming.
Witch-king leaps heavily but with easy agility to the ground. The warhorse screams and hobbles back, limping away southward toward the gates.
Cursing at his straying aim, Troglaaz slings the bow over his shoulder and rushes forward, his eyes flashing in anger as the great warhorse is wounded by Goin. His scimitar leaves the scabbard at his side, rising overhead as he trots hurriedly towards the dwarf ahead, his narrowed eyes avoiding the Ringwraith's fearsome figure.
Goin staggers back, his state of trance broken momentarily by the screem of the horse. An arrow whisks before his nose, and he blinks twice.
Troglaaz slides the black, curving blade of his scimitar out of it's scabbard with a ringing, metallic rasp.
Witch-king rises slowly to his full height, seeming to tower darkly over Goin. His eyes flash in cold rage. He utters no curse nor mocking laugh, now, only a hiss of hatred. Then he surges forth in a rustle of great black robes, his long mace whipping down toward the dwarf.
Witch-king attacks Goin with his Mace...
The attack against Goin lightly wounds him!
Mahlin gathers his wits not comprending the foul depth of this great foe just beyond the mass of uruk. Snapping his attention back to the troll, he draws another breath as it too seems distracted and uses that moment to charge forward again, "Khazad!" the fifth such cry and he tries to hack into the creature's foot once more.
Mahlin attacks Grom with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds him!
Gurth finishes his migration towards the Southern arch, and passes through it to the area beyond.
Gurth leaves under the archway to the south.
Gurth has left.
From Dark shadows, Slinking near the dark walls in pain, Krishruk watches with mad eyes as a mad Dwarf attacks the fearless wraith.. Struggling to his feet, he walks closer toward the fruitless fight and draws back an axe to hinder Goin. Black blood drips down along his side as the maddened Uruk rushes upon Goin from behind with raised blade.
Krishruk has arrived.
Krishruk attacks Goin with his Axe and mildly wounds him!
Goin is sent staggering back by the power of the Undead's attack. His flailing blade swings wildly, coming dangersouly close to a number of orcs as he flails.
Krishruk collapses to the ground, defeated by Goin!
Krishruk's weapon "Orcish Axe" falls to the ground...
Krishruk's shield "Orcish Shield" falls to the ground...
Grom hisses as the axe bites into his foot, drawing another slightly thicker line of blood. Grom mutters under his breath and in the back of his mind wonders how something so small can take such a beating as he begins yet another swipe, this one a horizontal one at the dwarf's head, trying to remove it'f head from it's neck.
Khaless has arrived.
Grom attacks Mahlin with his Axe and lightly wounds him!
Krishruk reaches to the ground to lift up an axe.
Krishruk reaches down to pick up the hide covered shield.
Witch-king hisses again, and the sound of it seems to be as hateful words in a long-forgotten tongue. He lashes out against Goin again, bringing his mace down upon the dwarf with a mighty blow.
Goin's feet finally plant, at least ten unbalanced paces from where he'd been hit. Blood trickles down his chest beneath his severely dented breastplate.
Witch-king attacks Goin with his Mace...
The attack against Goin moderately wounds him!
Troglaaz's curved scimitar rises overhead as he nears the ringwraith and it's dwarven opponent, his eyes flashing in a rage. His path of approach carries him around and behind Goin, putting the dwarf between himself and the Nazgul. With a quick swipe of his weapon arm, the Uruk-hai slahes his dark blade towards the dwarf's right knee.
As teh maddened Uruk Logaz rushes down upon the Dwarf, he strikes hard but a returning blade draws nigh cutting him hard across exposed flesh forcing his body to flail about the ground in a mangled ruin.
Troglaaz attacks Goin with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
Durok crawls away.
Mahlin takes a ringing shot from the creature's axe off his shoulder, most of it cusioned by his thick hauberk mail. Rage still in his eyes and replies in kind by slashing in a downward arc toward's the troll's injured foot once more.
Mahlin attacks Grom with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds him!
Goin reels as the Nazgul's mace once more crashes into him. His staggering and unpredicatable legs barely escape the sting of Troglaaz's blade as he wobbles on weak knees. With a shake of his sorely beaten head, he tilts forward and staggers pike first at the Witch King.
Goin attacks Witch-king with his Battle Axe!...
...and he parries the attack with his Mace!
Daemir arrives from Commerce Way, to the east.
Daemir has arrived.
Witch-king laughs again, now, the hollow and evil sound of it ringing from the carved images of dwarven heroes. His long mace twists almost lightly in his powerful hand and shoves Goin's axehead aside. And with equal speed the mace twists around again, slamming down atop his battered foe.
Witch-king attacks Goin with his Mace...
The attack against Goin moderately wounds him!
Grom grunts in pain as the axe cuts his foot again and he rumbles in his grating voice, "Stop That!" and raises his axe over his head in anger and swings it at mahlin's helmet again.
Grom attacks Mahlin with his Axe and badly wounds him!
Daemir runs in, hearing the commotion.
Daemir wields Maegurth.
Witch-king says, "Down, worm! On thy knees and give homage to thy master."
Daemir stands back to observe the battle for a moment,
Troglaaz steps aside as Goin thrusts his weapon towards the Witch-King, his own scimitar rising overhead in preparation for a strike. Teeth gritted behind his helm's beastly facemask, the Uruk-hai darts behind Goin and slashes out in a wide arch with the blade of his scimitar, it's keen edge aimed for the dwarf's lower back.
Troglaaz attacks Goin with his Scimitar and mildly wounds him!
Daemir quitly moves towards Mahlin fighting the troll to assist.
Daemir attacks Grom with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds him!
Goin wobbles with a rather unsettling sway to him before the Witch King, then lurching hard to his right as his balance goes and the weight of his armor bears him down. The attack of the orc does little more than push him to the floor more speedily as it pricks against a few rings of armor at a joint in the plates. With a resounding crash of metal on stone, Goin, captain of the Gate Guard hits the floor. A mufled groan escapes his bleeding mouth.
Daemir comes up near grom and swings his axe at the trools side.
Ardagor has arrived.
Blood has seemed from the earlier head wound down into Mahlin's left eye. With a curse he tries to clear it, but too late he notice the great axe fall again and this time fortune is not with him as it drives him back hard against the other wall. Sliding down to one knee he coughs up blood again and tries to steady himself with his axe.
Daemir's axe glances off the Trolls thick skin, only scratching it, he steps back to get out of the way once again.
The Uruk masses continue to surge northwards, pressing back on the few remaining dwarven defenders and forming a living barricade across the hall to cut off escape for any still to the south. Spears and arrows fly across the great chamber, over the first ranks of orcs, and into the rear of the withdrawing dwarves.
Grom hisses as another axe cuts into his lower body, causing a rather painful scrape across his rock hard skin... and looks towards daemir but seeing he is already cowardly backing off looks back to mahlin and hacks at the battered dwarf he already has already struck...
Grom attacks Mahlin with his Axe and severely wounds him!
Daemir glances towards Mahlin quickly, noticing the blood running down his face, a firey look comes into his eyes as the heat of the battle dwan upon him and he advances again towards Grom.
Witch-king looks down upon the fallen Goin, and his eyes are filled with scorn. "Better, dwarf," he says mockingly. "All thy kind would do well to bow before the might and will of the Darkness."
Daemir aims another sweeping blow with his axe at the trolls midsection.
Daemir attacks Grom with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds him!
Mahlin is barely coming to his feet when the attack from above comes in hard. Knocking the helm from his head which is now bleeding openly, Mahlin staggers and braces for yet another blow.
Mahlin proceeds to place his grim looking helm down before him.
Mahlin removes Gamalin's metal helm.
Daemir's blow again glances his axe off the trolls skin, noticing Mahlin's actions he does not retreat much this time.
Grom snarls as the second dwarf strikes his again and lashes out with a fist at the dwarf trying to knock him away so he can finish his work.
Grom unwields Axe.
Grom attacks Daemir with his Bare Hands, but he misses by a long shot.
Grom wields Axe.
Daemir ducks the wild blow quickly and swings his axe again, a low blow towards the trolls gigantic thigh.
Daemir attacks Grom with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds him!
Gander arrives from the north.
Gander has arrived.
Mahlin invokes a silent prayer and using his kinsman's attack to advantage, he cries forth, "Khazad!" the sixth such cry knowing the forger soon awaits his coming. His axe slices down once more upon its great hideous foot.
Mahlin attacks Grom with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds him!
Witch-king looks up and regards Troglaaz. " Goin groans dumbly on the stone cold floor, his movements soon ceasing. At last, as the pool of blood seeps from under his armor and surrounds him, he gives up his failing spirit, his eyes roll back in his head, and he succumbs to a most miserable death...a combination of enchantment, mystical mace-blows, and what can only be described as sheer terror of the king of the undead.
Grom hisses as both dwarves hit him drawing yet more lines of blood across the creature's rocky skin, and he turns his attention back to mahlin trying to finish procuring his lunch. Grom swings his axe down yet again at the sturdy yet battered dwarf.
Grom attacks Mahlin with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.
Daemir takes advantage of the trolls missed swing, following the trools axe with his own.
Daemir attacks Grom with his Battle Axe and mildly wounds him!
Troglaaz drops to one knee as Goin falls wounded terribly to the floor, his eyes cast down to gaze at the body of the dying dwarf. His left hand clutches at the deep gash at his side, the dark blood trickling between his grasping fingers. " Witch-king nods briefly, then turns without another glance to the dying dwarf beneath him. The deadly creature stalks southward toward the outer halls and the gates and the last battles that rage there.
Witch-king passes through the archway to the south.
Entrance Concourse
Witch-king appears from the north and strides in dark robes and gleaming crown toward the gates. Cruel red eyes flash triumphantly in the nothingness of his face.
Telling flinches back at each word of the looming shadow of a man before him, but still does not turn to run. He continues to move back, a look of confusion and fear on his face as his eyes stare transfixed into the glowing red eyes of the figure opposite him, its face cloaked in deep shadows. Suddenly his the heel of his boot hits a groaning figure below him, and looking down, he sees a wounded dying kinsman below. His face turns back up with a look of snarling rage. "No, never shall I run!" he cries, almost screaming, as he tosses himself forward upon the shadow, sword outstretched.
Telling attacks Uvatha with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a long shot.
Witch-king ICly transmits via the power of the rings, "My brother, these first halls are taken. I have issued orders for our captains to hold them and await our armies from the south and the east. Now I shall take wing and see the efforts of the Easterling tribes."
Witch-king seems to ignore utterly the lingering violence of these outermost halls. He strides uncaring past dwarf and orc alike.
Uvatha watches in amusement as the dwarfs attack fails to connect yet again, he speaks in a mocking tone, "Is this the best you can do?" shaking his head, he gestures forth the uruk standing behind him, "Finish him off"
Witch-king passes through the open doors at the southern end of the road.
Large Double Door leads to Entrance Concourse.
Iron Door and Great Iron Gate
Grom
Talbez
Grolanda
Omok
Danamil
Guldhek
Hecksher
Goin
Bungus
Sasha
Brutnokh
Dale Wagons
Telling
Obvious exits:
Archway to the West leads to Stables.
North leads to Grand Foyer.
Large Double Door leads to Gatehouse.
Goin
Troglaaz
Grom
Mahlin
Gurth
Durok
Obvious exits:
Engraved Door leads to Gror's Way, West.
East leads to Commerce Way, East.
West leads to Commerce Way, West.
Archway to the South leads to Entrance Concourse.
Doorway to the North
Contents:
Battered Mordain humans
Mardahk
Gurth
Jrocnu
Uvatha
Taeran
Gurtang
Hecksher
Brutnokh
Dale Wagons
Telling
Obvious exits:
Archway to the West leads to Stables.
North leads to Grand Foyer.
Large Double Door leads to Gatehouse.