Fear by the Anduin
Nighttime on Monday, Day 16 of January, 3013
Foggy Marsh
Here in the thickest of the swamps the air is dead and still, as stagnant as the oily waters that slosh disgustingly about your feet. The fog is genuinely opaque beyond a misty few yards. In even the brightest day, this is a world of grey shadows. At night it is black as a hole, with only rare stars piercing the veil above. In some places the ground gives way entirely, and it is frighteningly easy to sink deep into the clutching muck. But worse, perhaps, are the signs that all is NOT dead in this desolate place: occasional depressions as of heavy feet, well-gnawed bones of uncertain origin littered by careless hands... and ahead, after a time, what seems to be a great shape looming in the mists. Perhaps it would be better to turn back before looking further.
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Scrag
Stone fort walls
The murky swamp reeks as dim light send shafts of light through the trees, touching the dark water that bubbles in places, sending up gas. A small splash in a dark corner sounds like a large fish flopping. A cackle of enjoyment wafts on the foggy air.
Grishnakh comes trotting into view, his heavy feet slogging through a muddy path churned by countless orcs over the weeks. He approaches from what might be the north, jogging through the dense mists and thicker darkness without bothering to move quietly. His eyes turn impatiently to the fortress as he comes closer to it.
At the bellow of the great troll, the noise suddenly stops. A small splash, as if something has slipped into the murky, brackish water, is heard. The filthy brown water, normally still and stagnant, wiggles in its pools as though something was swimming through it.
Grishnakh's keen eyes pick out the looming form of the troll ahead of him. He slows his pace and watches the creature carefully. Finally he comes close enough for the two of them to see each other clearly, and he stops.
In a shallow pool of brown muck, coated with an oily residue, a large head partially pokes up. Eyes round as saucers slowly blink at the troll and the orc behind him. The head hisses underwater, bubbling in the water.
Scrag Looks to the mists, where he thinks the odd sound of a uruk playing in
the muck is comming from and calls out "
Grishnakh glances into the murk at the 'snaga,' but seeing nothing he
disregards it. He lifts his right hand in a brief salute to the troll. "I am
Grishnakh, captain of the orcs of Lugburz," he says smoothly. "And I come
with news of enemy spies close by our swamps. If any of the olog-hai wish to
taste blood tonight, I will show the way."
The eyes stare unblinkingly at the troll and orc. A voice, half coated in
water, so that it sounds like a gargle, mutters to itself, "It thinks we're
a little snaga, my precious. Nasty trolls with their big heads and cruel
cunning eyes. They would crush us with their big squeezing hands they would
with much squeezing and throttling, gollum gollum."
Scrag shakes his head then thinks it must have been only some beast hunting.
he then looks back to the uruk that takes to him and says in comman "It is
good to here that there is action, and I will be more than happy to join you
in your hunt this night" then says as an after thought "When we return, we
will have to talk about new orders I bring from the city of the Eye."
Grishnakh nods at once. "Excellent," he says, licking his lips with a flick
of his black tongue. He then turns and barks a brief order toward the
fortress. Several shapes appear, troops running quickly out the gates to
join their captain. He looks up again at the troll. "What are you called,
monstrous one?"
Scrag says quickly "I am known as Scrag-Hai, Master of Armaments to the Amry
of the Eye" then nods and adds "But we will speek more of why I am here
after the hunt" he then gives a faint smile and waits for the uruk to show
him the way.
Grishnakh nods again. When the squad of orcs arrives he grunts orders to
their sergeants. "Keep your ears open, and don't talk. We'll descend on them
with surprise, if your lot keeps quiet." He turns and begins to jog along
the trail again, leading the way northward through the darkness and mist.
Scrag nods as he sees the force of uruks and ther orders that are given. As
they move out he fallow behind, thos his mass make a loud splooshing sound
and he walks behind the uruks.
Pediment below the Emyn Muil
You stand below the towering cliff that forms the southern border of the
Emyn Muil. The scarp runs almost due east and west from here, then in the
distance bends out of view to the north. A well trodden path--something you
could almost call a road--runs parallel to the cliff, some few 100 feet from
its base. To the south and southeast, a haze rises over the lowland marshes
of the Nindalf and the Dead Marshes, respectively.
Around you, the frozen earth is rich and spongy, and the early night winter
air is chill, misty. A loud roar comes from the west which could only be the
great falls of the Anduin, Rauros, plummeting down onto the lowlands.
The rain continues to pour around you.
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Scrag stumbles into view from the swamps.
Scrag has arrived.
You head west towards the roar of Rauros falls.
Rauros Falls, East Bank
You stand very near the eastern flank of Rauros Falls which thunder down from the Emyn Muil plateau above. The water cascades down it's long path, making a roar that drowns out all but the loudest of speech. The falls have cut back northward into the cliff slightly. The river makes a large, turbulent pool after it falls from above. The chill, misty early night is laden with mist and humidity. The frozen banks around you are littered with rockfall and detritus from above. To the south, the river calms and widens again.
Rain pours down from the night sky, drenching all around you.
Obvious exits:
Scrag comes over from the east.
Scrag has arrived.
Grishnakh slows his jogging pace as the path comes around and up the
escarpment and the orcs and troll pass by the thundering din of the falls.
Scrag walks easly in keeping up with the uruk force then stops to watch the
falls for but a moment. He then shakes his head and looks back to the uruks
and brakes into a quick jog to cover the ground he lost.
Scrag +shouts "Do we climb the cliff? or take the southern path?" he yells
forward to the uruk leader, knowing that with all this noise no one in the
area would here him other wise"
Grishnakh gestures southward into the darkness. Those with the keenest
night-eyes can make out movement in the distance, down the rocky path toward
the swirling waters of the wide Anduin fords. He begins to move again,
instintively loping along in a low, quick crouch, his heavy mail hauberk
jingling lightly with the motion. "There," he says... then he look up with
an uncontrollable snarl of irritation as the mighty voice of the troll
bellows out through the air.
Grishnakh spits and rises. "Come on! If we'd moved slowly we could have
gotten close before they'd seen OR heard us. But no need for that now--
sergeants, bring your lads, and charge. Move," he snarls, "Move!"
Grishnakh turns and lopes down the escarpment at a brisk pace, barely
hindered by his heavy equipment. Alongside him the sergeants lead their
platoons of orcs, nearly a hundred of the ugly creatures jogging along and
grinning with blood-lust.
Scrag nods and notes the head uruks anger he then pulls his weapon from his
belt and readlys himself for battle. But only nods as order seem to be give
to the uruk force and meny eyes look south as if the pray of the hunt is
near.
Scrag pulls his war axe from it's belt loop and holds it at the readly.
You head south along the eastern bank of the Anduin, away from Rauros Falls.
Anduin, East Bank
Near to the north, the roar of Rauros Falls can be heard. All along the
northern horizon, the escarpment that marks the southern edge of the Emyn
Muil rises up and spreads to the east and west. To the east and south, the
land sinks down into the mires of the Nindalf marsh. The great river, just
to your east, runs in an almost pure north-south orientation, and across it
lay the grassy, rolling plains of eastern Rohan.
Around you, the winter nighttime is chill, misty and the banks are frozen.
The river flows by, swift and deep. The paths continue to the north and
south, and a beaten area leads up to the water's edge--apparently this is a
well-used fording spot.
Rain pours down from the night sky, drenching all around you.
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Scrag comes down from the north and the roar of Rauros.
Gareth remains crouched down, fastening his armor, as he hears the beasts
approaching.
Freawir prods his large palomino following Kylier. His expression
unreadable, the butt of his spear resting on his right stirrup and shield
embraced in his left arm.
Freawir wields Scealdfah.
Falcin and his scouts lay low to the ground watching the enemy approach
Freawir puts on Studded Leather Helmet.
Gwilt tends to the injuries on Kylier.
Freawir puts on Studded Leather Armor.
Freawir puts on Studded Leather Shield.
Kylier nodding to the scout he looks at Vor "I suggest that ye move ye men,
there" points to the woods on the right "perhaps we can out flank em, what
say ye Vor?
The sound of jingling and rattling armor and arms heralds the new presence
long before they can be seen in the wintery night. From the north comes the
sound, the rattling and below it the noise of thudding, heavy feet, iron-
shod boots and graceless steps, and the pounding step of something massive
coming behind. In the moonlight, after a time, the gleam of countless cruel
yellowish eyes can be seen sparkling in the darkness.
Gareth puts on Studded Leather Armor.
Gareth puts on Studded Leather Helmet.
Gareth puts on Studded Leather Shield.
Gareth wields Gareth's Spear.
Vorlain glances at Kylier, then nods at his troop movements then edges
forward again to where his men await and sends two thirds of them off to the
right. The rest he disperses about him and then waits.
Freawir's knuckles go white as his grip on his spear tightens, finger joints
almost audibly strained. He wheels to face the ill-boding rumors. Under him,
his steed sniffs the air and snorts and stomps in evident discomfort.
Falcin looks up and silently curses the noisy horses his comrades ride
The night is dark; you cannot see moon because the sky is clouded. The rain
soaks all warriors lying in the mud. Despites the rain, the air seems to
stand sitll as if it itself was waiting.
Kylier in a hushed tone he motions to Frea "Freawir, go left, quickly now.
Scrag looks to the uruk force as they fan out, and seems to be bring up the
rear of the force, but looks to the area ahead for signs of the human prey
of this nights hunt. Keeping his weapon at the readly he move forward with
the mass of troops.
Gareth readies his spear, as the loud thuds draw nearer, his fingers
tightening around it. He glances back to Kylier, watching as the men break
off into a separate group, flanking to another side.
Falcin's scouts lay low far off to the west side of the enemy's path, all
but invisible in their woodland garb
Troglaaz comes down from the north and the roar of Rauros.
Kylier sits up and scans the area, his ears long pick up the sounds before
his eyes, yet he still moves his troops to try and come at the enimy from
both sides, a slight nod as he sees them move
Grishnakh picks up his pace at the head of the company of orcs... for orcs
they clearly are, coming ever closer in the sleet and darkness. Their voices
are unmistakeable even if their faces cannot yet be distinguished.
The gondorian soldiers in the woods to the right ready there weapons in
silence and creep away furthe to the right. The men nearest Vorlain fan out
into a vague triangle at his signal with their commander at the head.
The scouts arrayed about Falcin, now watch as the enemy marches by them, and
still they lay low in the dirt and mud, being only a few dark muddied men
Something creeps along behind the comapny of orcs, but before you can see
what exactly it is, it has vanished.
The runnning orcs begin to loose savage croaking cries as they come within
spitting distance of their enemies. Their foul breath steams in foggy
billows in the cold wet air; their shields and spears are held high.
Gareth wipes his hand over the top of his helm, brushing off the thin layer
of sleet that has accumulated there, as he waits. He is crouched very low to
the ground, with Kylier's scouts, his spear at the ready.
Kylier spurs his horse onwards, in the middle of the men, his eyes ready as
is his sword
Falcin and the scouts still lay in the mud unmoving now behind the last of
the enemy, they cannot be seen for all the mud, sleet and water sloshed
about their inert forms
Freawir nods wordlessly to Kylier and heels the large palomino he rides into
a smooth trot in the indicated direction. The flaxen mane and tail of the
horse streaming behind in the darkness.
A short distance behind the first cluster of Mordain creatures, a second mob
of slouching, trotting Uruks follow, blades and shields raised high as they
approach the humans ahead. Troglaaz moves among them, the dark, curving
length of his scimitar raised overhead as he urges the orcs around him
forward with gruff shouts rough shoves.
Scrag fingers his war axe as the Mordoian troops head south for battle, then
looks to the darkness, knowing that the humans are out there somewhere, but
at the cry if a horse being spured on, he looks forward and to his left and
lets out a cry that sound more like thunder.
Still the scouts move not, now seeing a new group behind the first, they lay
in wait, in the muddy miserable ground, a layer of sleet and snow now hiding
them
Gareth's eyes go to Kylier, waiting for the signal. The horde appears to be
getting even closer now, and he nervously fingers his spear.
Kylier looks ath is troops, settling on Gareth he holds up a hand signaling
him to wait as the band falls into his trap, atleast he hopes so...
Gareth nods his head slightly, catching the signal from Kylier, shifting to
a better position, his spear now raised.
Troglaaz glares through the surging crowd of Uruks ahead towards the humans
some distance ahead, his dark eyes narrowing to mere slits behind the
protective facemask of his heavy helm. His dark lips twist upwards in a
cruel sneer as he shoves a slow moving orc ahead of him, his raspy voice
rising to urge the Mordain forward.
Falcin and his scouts still lay in the muck, and watch as this new group
pass them by
A man squeaks behind Vorlain. He looks pale and nervous. He propably can't
stand the battle.
The soldiers in the woods edge forwards to the last canopies of trees, they
prepare to strike, awaiting a command. Vorlain signals to the men about him
and bows twang as a volley of arrows is released at last...
Two orcs start to poke eachother as they disagree in something.
Grishnakh lopes forward, smiling savagely as the crowd of some hundred or
more orcs behind him charges at the scouts and explorers. "Here now, boys,"
he cries, "Didn't I tell you we'd find fresh meat by the river?"
Kylier yelling he spurrs his horse onwards "Attack men, attack!!!
The orcs grunt and growl among themselves as they march, speaking in dark
gutteral tones, their breath coming out in billows of acrid steam in the
freezing air. They howl at Grishnakh's words, pounding their spears and
shields!
One of the men of Rohan stays still, weeping.
Troglaaz slows his pace slightly, allowing many of the orcish soldiers to
pass him by as he reaches back to slide the round, studded leather buckler
from behind his left shoulder. His head darts upwards as he hears the first
cries from the battle ahead, and he quickly straps the buckler to his left
arm before continuing forward. "Easy, now!" He barks out, waving the dark
blade overhead, "There'll be enough for all of us..."
As the final snage troop marches by the 20 men raise from the much and grime
as is from the dead and raise their bows to rain death upon the backs of
their hated enemies
Gareth leaps up from his crouch, slipping a bit on the icy muck of the
ground. His grip on the spear is firm, though, and he aims it directly at
one of the snaga.
The two gaurds by Kylier hold thier ground, sworn to protect him at all
cost, they ride forward with him thier spears ready.
Falcin and his scouts now risen from hiding, and still dripping mud, fire a
second volley into the enemy's unprotected flank
Grishnakh utters a gutteral laugh. He holds his shield in close and tight
and leaps to a ready crouch as the horsemen finally ride forth toward the
charging orcs. With the momentum he nearly slips on the icy ground, but with
his weight and agility he remains skillfully balanced. He looks up with pale
eyes that are bright with fierce glee.
Vorlain bellows an order and the Gondorian soldiers charge into battle from
about him and from the right flank. All save one who stays near Vorlain as
the commander rushes left to join with Kylier.
The moon blinks from a hole between the heavy clouds, giving courage to the
Rohirrim.
Shocked yells erupt from the back ranks of Troglaaz's troops, as the hidden
scout's first flight of darts rains down upon the surprised Uruks. Angrily
spinning around, Troglaaz raises the buckler defensively overhead and
searches the darkness for the concealed archers. His dark eyes flash angrily
as he spots the humans, and with a great shout, begins trotting towards
them, a large number of Uruks following around him.
Several orcs fall as the bowmen fire their volley, but the orcs waste no
time in returning the favor. Black arrows tipped with poison soon fill the
air like a swarm of giant insects. some finding their marks among the human
troops.
Emit several of the scouts fall before the rain of poison, but many more
return to the ground and again disappear in the muck and grime of the ground
An gondorian soldier acks as a twig stings his eye.
Troglaaz drops into a low crouch as he nears the scouts, his small shield
held protectively before his head to fend off the volleys of arrows shot by
the human scouts. An angry snarl echoes loudly from behind the metal
facemask of his heavy helm as he raises his scimitar and motions towards the
first ranks of scouts. "Cut them up and bring them home, lads!" He yells
out, as the foremost orcs reach the human scouts.
Grishnakh snarls and moves forward again as after the initial impact of the
opposing forces finds himself unaccosted. He sprints ahead, leaping over a
fallen orc, joining the nearest battle as the rest of the orcs nearest him
crash into the horsemen and their allies.
Vorlain's charge leads him directly to Kylier's side and he nods to the
rider as the orcs begin to close ranks around them. His men rally and charge
again, swords and axes raised high as the melee develops around them.
Falcin raises his shield and spins gurthrist about in his hand, scanning the
enemy as they close ranks he singles out the commander and moves towards
him, intent it seems on single combat
Gareth holds his shield protectively with his left hand, wielding the long
spear in his right. He lifts the shield up a ways, brushing the sleet from
his line of vision, as he looks for the best way to make his attack.
Orcs fall in the initial impact with the riders, but others follow them and
are not as quickly discomfited. Soon their numbers press into the advantage,
and each Rider or mailed Gondorian finds himself assailed by two or
sometimes three black orcs.
Gollum creeps out of the shadows.
Gollum has arrived.
Falcin smiles an evil crooked smile as he approches the uruk commander
Troglaaz, and a sneer overtakes his visage
Kylier stops his horse as he wheels about, now his charge has taken him out
of the fight, a sick grin on his face as he nods to Vorlain "Now they taste
the steel of us eh?" not waiting for a response he turns back to the battle,
a startled look as he sees a large foe, one bigger than the rest and then he
spurrs his way to the foul thing
Scrag hisses faintly as the weather has clouded his vison of a moment, now
that he can see once more..he jogs forward to where the main battle is and
lets out a yell of rage as he looks of a targe that he can do battle with.
Troglaaz snorts loudly and he looks quickly over his opponent, the dark,
curving blade and leather buckler rising before him as he plants his feet
firmly into the muck beneath him. The fighting around him intensifies, and
all semblance of order is lost from the Mordain ranks as they rush and
pursue the quick human scouts.
Grishnakh's pale eyes are narrow and gleaming as a captain of the Riders
turns toward him. He crouches as the man and horse come near, blade held low
near the ground, shield held high, his entire form waiting and ready to
spring.
Gareth glances to Kylier, listening as he instructs his scouts, his gaze
following Kyler's to the mountainous olog-hai. Gritting his teeth, he moves
as stealthily as possible towards the huge beast, his spear aimed at him.
Vorlain follows Kylier's movement with eyes and legs then he too charges
towards what seems to be the orc's commander. He raises his axe high as he
plunges forward, a great shout bursts from his lips as he cries, "For
Gondor!!".
Kylier hearing Vorlain's cry he adds "For Rohan....
Falcin comes rushing to where Troglaaz stands and bringing up his weapon
brings it down again in a wicked arc aiming for the snaga's right shoulder
Freawir reing his horse in briefly, assessing the situation, choosing a foe
among the many that face the men of Mundburg and the Riders of the Mark,
then he heels the steed again and, with a battle-cry, heads towards one of
the beasts.
Kylier makes his way to the creature, his sword swings at it, though
missing.
Falcin attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's
length.
Gareth steels himself further, "For Rohan," he mutters, through still-
gritted teeth, following Kylier towards the olog-hai.
Scrag swings his weapon from side to side as he looks for a target, not
seeing the human with the spear to right that is moveing to wards him as his
eyes are set on another battle befor him. he yells out Kill them all, and we
will feast this night!!!
Grishnakh shrugs into a quick dodge, but as Kylier's blade whistles overhead
the big orc springs up. His heavy, curved sword whips up at the belly of
Kylier's steed.
Vorlain follows up Kylier's attack with a huge swing of axe and drives it
towards the orc's head, as he swings, he drops his shoulder and cuts the
blow down towards his enemies torso.
Vorlain attacks Grishnakh with his Axe!...
Troglaaz attacks Falcin with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.
Grishnakh snarls and springs aside suddenly as Vorlain's axe falls toward
his head and chest. "Garn," he curses, "Some of you Tarks are sneaky enough.
For Gondor, For Rohan! For Mordor, you ought to swear..."
Gareth takes aim, his spear whistling through the chill air towards the
Olog-hai, aimed towards the middle of the huge mound of flesh.
Falcin jumps and rolls over the blade, again landing barely on his feet upon
the muddied ground, then spinning about he holds his sword at head level and
chops downward at the massive orc snarling behind him
Falcin attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.
Gareth attacks Scrag with his Spear and mildly wounds him!
Grishnakh nudges forward at Vorlain, feinting an attack. Then he barks a
laugh, and his genuine attack is shockingly swift: he leaps forward,
slashing high for Vorlain's skull with his wicked black blade.
Grishnakh attacks Vorlain with his Scimitar...
Vorlain dodges the attack.
Kylier steps forward, his sword held high as he yells "Mordor...Nay never
Kylier attacks Grishnakh with his Longsword!...
Gareth darts in to retrieve his spear, taking a chance that the olog could
swipe him as he reachs for the heavy weapon.
Vorlain ducks with surprising speed for a man of his size and then dodge
left and feints right with his axe before bringing it across his body, the
head swipes a wicked blow towards Grishnakh's midsection.
Vorlain attacks Grishnakh with his Axe!...
Scrag chuckles as the battle rages around him he then hisses faintly as
something bounces off his skin. Looking back he smiles to see that some
human tosses his spear at him and is now trying to grap it again, he then
quickly swing back with his axe in a hope to catch the human off guard as it
runs for it's weapon.
Troglaaz wheels his body around to face Falcin as the quick-moving human
springs over the slashing scimitar blade. With a loud curse, he draws back
from the scout, his heavy boots kicking up a splash of mud as he tilts his
head sideways to narrowly avoid the longsword's blade. "I'll cut your guts
out for a blanket, tark!" He spits out, his face contorting in an angry
grimace as he rushes forward and aims a backhanded slash at the human's
right side, just beneath the armpit.
Scrag attacks Gareth with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!
Troglaaz attacks Falcin with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!
Freawir catches only a passing sight of all that transpires around him as he
charges upon one of the Orcs. Bending slightly over his horse's neck he
thrusts donwards with his spear...
Freawir attacks Scrag with his Spear, but Scrag parries the attack with his
Battle Axe!
Falcin reels as blood leaps forth from his his ride abdomen, staining the
already dirty garment, he curses to himself and growls, "Snaga, you aren't
worth my blood!" and with this he suddenly drops to the ground and jabs his
blade quickly forward at the orc's foul legs
Falcin attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.
Grishnakh ducks aside again and then back a step as Kylier charges at him.
He curses again as he nimbly avoids both men's attacks, and snarls as he
circles around. His pale eyes flick from one to the other, as if measuring
or pondering. Then he grunts and jumps in again, hacking quickly at Kylier's
legs before he springs back again and draws his shield up in defense.
Grishnakh attacks Kylier with his Scimitar...
Kylier parries the attack with his Longsword!
Gollum flits about, occasionally tripping up a man who stumbles and is
killed. He keeps up a running monologue of curses and threats, "Let them
kills each other, yes, cruel men and nasty orcses. We hates them all! Ssss!
They'll not harm us, my sweet. We'll run like lizards, gollum gollum."
Kylier takes the mighty blow from the creature, his arm slightly stuned by
the force of it. he then quickly brings up his sword to attack, but more to
protect himself
Kylier attacks Grishnakh with his Longsword!...
Scrag as he brings his axe back, he smiles as he blocks a incoming blow for
a nother unsee human. Scrag then turns to face this new human and with a
quick swing of his war axe he aims a a hard blow at the humans right side.
Scrag attacks Freawir with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds him!
Gareth attacks Scrag with his Spear and mildly wounds him!
Kylier as his attack misses the thing his movement carries him forward, no
infront of the thing
Troglaaz's dark eyes flash in satisfaction as his scimitar strikes the
human's side. As Falcin drops low to the ground, the Uruk-hai takes a quick
step back, desperately shifting his footing to avoid the jabbing blade. The
longsword passes harmlessly by his left leg, and he takes a quick step
forward, dropping lower in his crouch to swing his own curving blade down
towards Falcin's extended weapon arm.
Troglaaz attacks Falcin with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.
Falcin's eyes go wide as he sees the flashig scimitar and he leaps to the
side narrowly avoiding the blow, he falls hard upon the dirt, but quickly
jumps back to his feet, and head bowed low crouches down and springs toward
the uruk, his blade leveled at it's chest
Falcin attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.
Grishnakh's shield slides up just enough to deflect Kylier's blade with a
'CRACK' of wood and metal. The big orc steps closer. "You can do better than
that, Tarklover. Or has grief over that fine animal weakened you, eh?"
Grishnakh shoves his sword forward again, with a wicked drawing slash up
along Kylier's legs and midsection.
Grishnakh attacks Kylier with his Scimitar...
The attack against Kylier severely wounds him!
Scrag chuckles as he hits the second human then thinks something hithim on
his right side, looks back he notes it was the human that tosses it's spear
at him. Useing his back swing from his attack on Freawir, he swings back at
Gareth in a hope to keep the human at bay.
Scrag attacks Gareth with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!
Troglaaz growls angrily, his lips moving with muttered curses as the quick
human dodges aside from his attack. Turning quickly, his dark eyes follow
the man's thrusting blade, and he is able to bring his buckler across his
chest just in time to knock away the sharpened steel point. At the same
instant, his own blade cuts upwards and across from his right side, it's
dark, razor-sharp blade aimed for Falcin's gut.
Troglaaz attacks Falcin with his Scimitar and lightly wounds him!
Freawir attacks Scrag with his Spear and lightly wounds him!
Gollum attacks Grishnakh with his Bare Hands!...
Kylier attempts to deflect the attack with his shield, and does, but not
enough as the blade bites into his leg, a quick scramble, one leg now
bleeding, retreats back. The anger of Kylier shines in his eyes, though he
does jab his sword at the thing, though he does see something dart infront
of him
Kylier attacks Grishnakh with his Longsword!...
Gareth feels the sharp sting of the olog's axe blade again, this time
cutting into his left arm. Blood gouts from the wound, and Gareth grits his
teeth, reaching for his spear at the same time, getting it as he slides over
the mud out of the way. Breathing heavily, he pauses, ripping a strip of
cloth from his shirt to tie a tournequet above the axe wound on his arm,
glaring back at the olog.
Falcin again narrowly dodges the evil blade of his foe, and using the
momentum of Trog's own attack bashes the uruk shield with his own and at the
same time stabs forward to impale the dread enemy
Grishnakh snarls as some smaller shape darts in and snaps at his legs. In
surprise he kicks out at the thing and slams his shield down to drive it
off. "What in the Pits..."
Falcin attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but he misses by a long shot.
Grishnakh attacks Gollum with his Bare Hands...
Gollum dodges the attack.
Kylier stumbles backwards, his shield hand clasps his leg as he falls
heavely to the ground
Gollum gets swatted aside with the flat of the orc's scimitar and lets out a
feral yelp, and, whimpering, slithers away, ducking under the shield that whizzes over his large head. He scampers under legs and around and over dead
bodies.
Scrag smiles as he sees his blow on Gareth seems to knocked the human back,
be then hisses as Freawir's spear hit's him in the chest, doing little more
that to make Scrag rage turn into blood lush. Forgetting about Gareth he
turn to face Freawir and brings back his axequickly, bring it down just as
quick with a blow aimed at the humans head.
Scrag attacks Freawir with his Battle Axe, but Freawir parries the attack
with his shield!
Troglaaz attacks Falcin with his Scimitar, but Falcin parries the attack
with his Longsword!
Gareth glances about at the others battling around him, his eyes widening as
he catches the creature who slithers off atop of the bodies, and turns back
towards the battle, lifting his spear heavily to his right shoulder. He
heaves it at one of the beasts, hoping if not for a hit at least for a
distraction.
Falcin swiftly brings his own blade back and deftly deflects the evil
scimitar, then falling back to allow some distance between himself and the
enemy, he growls at his kicking some mud and grime at Troglaaz, he brings
his longsword up and hacks downward at the uruks right shoulder
Falcin attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but Troglaaz parries the attack
with his Scimitar!
Grishnakh spits in irritation as he watches the small black form scamper
off. Then he turns to the fallen Kylier, and chuckles softly. He steps
closer. "I had nearly forgotten you, little man. Stand, won't you! Surely
the courage of a great Rider can overcome a little blood."
Kylier tries to crawl away, his attempts are made with a loaud groan as his leg cannot support him any Longer, he falls once again in the frozen ground
Grishnakh smiles cruelly. "O-ho!" His laughter is chilling for its calm
humor amid the tumult of the bloody fight. "I see. Perhaps it is not pain,
but wisdom which keeps you to the earth. Are you ready to remain on your
knees, horse-lover, and pay homage to the Great Eye which watches all these
lands?" He laughs softly again.
Troglaaz stumbles forward as Falcin backs off, quickly stepping forward with
his left foot to regain his balance in the mud. With a loud snarl, he rushes
towards the human, whipping his scimitar up to knock aside the longsword's
sharp blade as it flashes down towards him. Without hesitation, the Uruk-hai
throws himself towards Falcin, his curved blade cutting downwards towards
the human scout's left shoulder.
Troglaaz attacks Falcin with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!
Gollum attacks Kylier with his Bare Hands, but he misses by an arm's length.
Kylier spits to the creature "Nay for ye are foul and rather die
than..."redies his sword at the thing
Gollum hisses as he pings his finger on the man's helmet as he hops around.
Falcin is thrown to his kness as the blade cuts deep into his shoulder, a
cry of utter pain escaping his lips, but not yet too hurt to fight he wildly
stabs upward at the towering uruk, his blade wildly flying towards his eyes
Kylier groans and thorws a thing off him, his hands scramble at him
Grishnakh says, "You would rather die? Perhaps. Ah, but perhaps you won't
have that luxury..."
Kylier attacks Gollum with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.
Falcin attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's
length.
Gareth attacks Grishnakh with his Spear!...
Scrag hisses darkly as Freawir is able to bring his shield up to block to
his head. Scrage then quickly brings back his axe and waits for the counter
blow he know is to come, tho he take a moment to look to the other battle to
see what is happing around him.
Grishnakh steps very close to the beleagured Kylier, and his heavy sword
dips suddenly for a quick slash at the man's legs. A thrown spear darts past
him, hardly noticed.
Kylier fights to gain his feet which cannot be done as he watches the
creature move to him, he trust his sword upwards as he does, a feeble
attempt, but fighting all the way.
Troglaaz snarls loudly, a row of yellowed fangs flashing from behind the
heavy helm's facemask as his scimitar cuts into the human's flesh. Rising
slightly from his crouching position, he tilts his head back and sideways,
narrowly avoiding Falcin's thrusting blade. His right arm rises high above
him, the heavy blade of his curving scimitar hovering overhead for a short
instance before coming down in a powerful arc towards the wounded scout's
head.
Kylier attacks Grishnakh with his Longsword!...
Troglaaz attacks Falcin with his Scimitar, but Falcin parries the attack
with his Longsword!
Grishnakh shrugs Kylier's sword away with a quick shove of his shield. He
sneers as his blade falls at the man's knees.
Grishnakh attacks Kylier with his Scimitar...
Falcin swiftly brings up his longsword and catching the uruk's scimitar
throws it back. The rising from his knees his left hand suddenly lets loose
a volley of mud grabbed from the ground, and hopefully thus distracting the
enemy, he thrusts strongly at the uruks midsection
Falcin attacks Troglaaz with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.
Scrag seeing the Freawir seems dazed brom his last blow, he swing out again
at the human's head, this time he hope to cut it in two rather that haveing
the human blow it with his shield.
Kylier lets out a loud scream as the creatures blade strikes, he attempts to
roll out out the path as the blade strikes him.
Scrag attacks Freawir with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!
Gareth slides over the slick, muddy ground to get his spear, urging those
who are still able to follow him. He slides over towards where Kylier is,
using his spear protectively, aiming it towards the orcs, "Back off...
away!" he cries, trying to drag the captain out of their reach.
Gollum gets kicked in his hurry and lets out a screech. He wheels on his
attacker, and with a leap like a cat, his fingers are around the man's
throat, throttling. "We'll squeeze it, yes," he hisses in anger, the muscles
in his wiry arms standing out like wires. The scout flails about, turning
blue.
Kylier feeling hands grab him he just groans as he is draged away, his
legges leave a bloddy stain on the snow
Grishnakh says, "Now now, boy!" His pale eyes are bright with glee, all but
ignoring the rest of the battle. "No need for such noise, eh, such shouting
from a brave lad like yourself. We can end the pain quickly enough, lad. You
have but to say the words..." He steps closer, and leans over the fallen
man. Then he looks up with a snarl of terrific rage as Gareth comes to stand
over Kylier. He grips his blade tightly. "I'll bloody you in my own good
time, boy. Now, away! And let me bring this one home to our true Lord."
Troglaaz's right hand tightens around the black hilt of his scimitar as the
weapon is slams into the human's longsword, the impact sending vibrations up
his arm and shoulder. Stepping back as his weapon is knocked away, the mud
flung by the human's hand splashes over his helm's facemask. With a loud
curse, Troglaaz turns his body sideways, the thrust longsword glancing
harmlessly off his heavy armor even as his left hand reaches up to wipe away
the mud. Angered and frustrated, the Mordain orc darts towards Falcin's
right side, his scimitar's blade flashing down once more towards the human's
weapon shoulder.
Troglaaz attacks Falcin with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!
Scrag smiles as he see the human fall back from the wound to it's head, then
looks to the other battle and looks to see where he can add his skill. At
swwing some scouts trying to push thought the Mordian lines , the Olog heads
to the weak point of this battle and put the fear of the into the uruk to
fight harder.
Grishnakh lashes out without further warning, as Gareth turns his attention
to Gollum. His blade whips about in a sudden hack at tall man's throat or
yellow-bearded chin.
Grishnakh attacks Gareth with his Scimitar...
The attack against Gareth fatally wounds him!
Falcin takes a powerful blow to his shoulder and blood squirts forth, the
scout is thrown backwards but regains his feet slowly, then turning and
quickly surveying the battle, calls his scouts to him and motion for
retreat, with this done he growls at the uruk before him, and with his left
hand throws a ball or mud and ice he had hidden in his hand, then he turns
and with his scouts behind him flees
Falcin dodges aside Troglaaz, and manages to escape!
Falcin has left.
Gareth has left.
Troglaaz laughs mockingly as Falcin scrambles away, his scimitar rising
overhead as he begins to follow, his dark eyes locked onto the retreating
scout. As he trots forward, he becomes aware of the scout's general retreat
around him, and he pauses uncertainly to glance quickly over the field
before shouting out to urge on his troops.
Gollum has left.
Scrag cuts down some of last of the human scout that are giveing some of the
human an opening to escape by and yells to some uruks to close in and block
of any of the other humans that try to make good there escape.
Grishnakh curses disdainfully as Gareth falls and collapses into the river.
He turns his attention to the others nearby, and a handful of humans now
attempting to carry the bloodied Kylier toward the fords.
Foggy Marsh
Obvious exits:
West and East
South and East
Gwilt
Falcin
Gareth
Freawir
Ethedon
Kylier
Vorlain
Obvious exits:
South, Fords of the Anduin, and North
...and he misses!
...and he misses!
...and he misses!
...and he misses!
...and Grishnakh parries his attack with his Scimitar!
...and Grishnakh blocks his attack with his shield!
...and he misses!
...and he misses!
The attack against Kylier severely wounds him!