Slaughter of the Heretics

Kayle quivers slightly and looks away to the south, "The darkness is upon us."

Xabre looks out to the south, and takes a deep breath, gripping his axe.

Criesis pauses when he hears the sound, an involuntary shudder runs through his body but he raises the spear and cries out "For Umbar!" and almost immediatly begins to rush south.

Torn doesn't seem to hear or see anything. Swaying on his feet he just keeps on mumbling beneath his breath and.

Anduthar looking back at his men and then to the south,raises his sword and rides on shrieking the name of the EYE!

Torn snaps to as the cries rise around here. Growling deeply he follows the troops south.

You approach the Rath Anwarmen road which runs west and east.Rath Anwarmen, Outside UmbarA short road, perhaps a half-mile in length, runs north to the great Corsair city of Umbar. The Rath Anwarman runs east and west, leading to the northern desert and the southern coastal fiefs, respectively. Looking north towards Umbar, you see that the city consists of two huge concentric walls. The outer wall surrounds the whole city and the bay, and the inner wall is higher than the outer. The outer wall of the city has a deep ditch lined with pallisades surrounding it. The tops of six towers and many other tall buildings are visible over the wall.

Lenina draws her own blade in a swift motion, in harmony with Namir's motion.

Krintak cringes as the Wraith lets out a scream, not answering Namir.. obviously too much attention is being payed to the Black Figure.

Dantius rushes into the area from the south following cresis

Naarumek's body shutters as the horrid call of the Nazgul, its whole body frozen in fear from the terror of this ancient wraith. It is unable to speak, unable to move, unable to think, only able to fear, in awe of the shadowy creature.

Namir +shouts "This Uruk has been found guilty of treason against the Eye. He and all those who fight with him and support him shall be destroyed! The Ringwraith bears witness as testimony of this! Now seek and destroy his followers!"

Anduthar rides like thunder from the north,his men following with strict order behind him,shouting the name of the Eye!

The wings of the beats that befouls the air with his vile stench flap loudly and send the air blistering with a sickness around Namir. The Lord of Umbar is encompassed in the full rage of a fell wind as the beast of the same name draws nigh to him, and sets down upon it's giant, quilless claws at his side, with it's great black Rider sturdy and cruel atop it.

Dubhglas's band, the names of Castamir and his sons on their lips, pull up to form a protective bodyguard around Namir and Lenina...

Criesis spots Naarumek, an inhuman growl rising from deep within him as he raises his spear once more to cast it at the Uruks.

The sky darkens, and turns a ruddy hue. The image of an Eye appears momentarily, followed by a booming voice, "Krintak has taken my name in vain. All who stand beside him shall die. Your souls will know no rest."

Torus raises his scimitar but hesitates to attack.

Torn arrives from the north trotting softly. As his glazed eyes fall on the Nazgul the fogs withing seem to dissipate. His jaw drops and he slows his advance. As he hears Namir's cry, he raises his scimitar and waves it into the air, screetching in triumph. Stopping to bow to the dark figure in the distance he shivers in excultation and turns to face his opponents with mad eyes.

Lenina shrinks away from the beast, obviously confounded by that which surrounds her, and she stumbles slightly.

Xabre looks up, and blinks a few times. He's unable to do any more.

Anduthar's face ashen as he spots the nazgul,then hearing the voice of the Eye he attacks the uruks standing by Krintak with great fury,his eyes shining bright with wrath.

Krintak trembles as he hears the voice, not dareing to even glance upwards. He begins to mumble to himself, quickly jabbering something unintellible and quiet.

Kayle looks at the wraith and his body starts to quiver slightly, he manages to gain some control, but judging by the shaking of his scimitar, he is pretty upset on what lies before him.

Criesis attacks Naarumek with his Spear, but he misses by a handspan.

The horsemen of Durthang gallops towards the frozen uruks standing infront of Krintak,they attack with horrible efficiency and the already shaken troops of the Zhagbuurz retreat by waves.

Naarumek remains motionless as the spear of the High Priest, way from its mark, flies over its body.

Torn focuses his furious attention at Krintak and wades through the battle towards him.

Anduthar shrieks and attacks Krintak with his long sword,from on top of his horse he hisses,"You shall pay your rudeness and treachery!"

Krintak glances over as Naarumek is struck with a spear, his knees quivering... he looks up with a horrid frown on his face, but only so far that he may see the knees of anyone in front of him. He lets out a long cry as he hears the armies marching, a cry of fear and despair.

You<Anduthar> attack Krintak with your Longsword...Your attack against Krintak lightly wounds him!

Torus +shouts "All who wish to die may stand by Krintak, Those who wish to live ad serve the eye will slay him!"

Kayle remains off to the side watching the battle, but mainly watching the wraith, his eyes seem to be stuck on it.

Dantius attacks Krintak with his Spear and moderately wounds him!

From Shalam Flickers of riders... men mounted on small, swift horses blur the afternoon dunelines against the sky as tribesmen gather from several directions, observing.

Criesis screams in frustration as his spear flies wide and he runs forward pushing guards of the Church out of his way as he grabs ones spear he is detained struggling against the smaller Paladin.

Lenina muses upon the events unfolding before her. Bringing her blade before her, she makes no motion to enter the fray, but the desire for blood in her grows stronger by the minute.

The horsemen of Durthang charge at the retreating lines of the Zhagbuurz, only to meet with a second line of defense and they are greatly outnumbered, and dwindling fast.

Dwar swift and silent it remains in the company of the unworthy men of Harad, their Lord and his own. There is no sound to it, for no words are yet commanded from it, and so it stays it's breath while it stays it's station upon the great and terrible black vulture of Mordor, whose wreak appals the air and shuns even the scent of death for it's own wreak is twice as repugnant. Upon his steed, he stales the heart of those around him, who would dare defy his master and walk alive to continue to do so, and it is them that he targets now with all the darkness that is for Mordor to project like the knife of power that is for Sauron to wield.

Krintak falls down on his chest as a sword comes down upon him, and he coughs violently in recoil. He looks up to see a large horse bearing Anduthar, and then yet another spear flying towards him, he howls and tries to stand, putting his hands up to guard himself... not haveing the wits in the chaos to pull a weapon. "My armies! My armies!! Where... whe.. are my armies!", he studders out loud, droppign his Haradrim pipe and steppign on it by accident.

Torn wades in through the clump of people surrounding Krintak. Cackling madly he raises his scimitar high above his head. Totally forgetting his own defences he keeps this pose a moment longer and growls, "The eternal torment take youz!" He brings his scimitar down, attempting to actually strike the Hai's head.

Dantius thrust's his spear at Krintak his vein's pulsing with blood lust.

One of the Uruks flees from the overwhelming forces that are attacking Krintak and his small force. He runs towards the staring form of Kayle who remains entranced by the wraith.

The eyes of Anduthar glare with unearthly fire,his mouth letting out a hysterical laughter as he thrusts his sword upon Krintak's chest. He looks about with maddened eyes as saliva of wrath drips from his bloody lips...

Namir looks around the area, Krintak and his aid being attacked viciously by the men around him, "Find his armies and destroy them. None shall live to seek forgivness."

Torn 's attack goes wildly off. He squints his eyes in fury. Staggering backwards he waves his scimitar up at the sky and howls loudly. Growling in frustration he starts to make his way back out of the fighting.

Criesis pulls the spear free and growls at the paladin who backs away in fear, he turns again to gaze with hatred at Naarumek as he hefts his spear once more.

Krintak lets out a great cry as Torn makes his way towards him, his mind explodeing with incredible and unimaginable stress, everything in this Uruk's life going catastrophic, he simply lets out a punch towards the nearest being... not knowing how to do anything else at the chaotic moment.

Krintak attacks Torn with his Bare Hands, but he misses by a handspan.

More and more riders gather to pool at some distance mostly northwards of the fighting, cutting off the road's access to any who might wish to retreat.

Glints of steel gleam dully in the blazing sun of knives, scimitars and lances at the ready. MOre than a few bowman make arrows ready, a few popping shots lustfully into the few Mordain unlucky enough to wonder to the edge of the frey.

You<Anduthar> attack Krintak with your Longsword...Your attack against Krintak moderately wounds him!

Dubhglas rises from the body of an orc, his face covered in the blood of the fallen. He hears Namir's orders and motions towards the desert. "Come! I will lead you toward the enemy! I know where they can be found!"

Naarumek manages to stand, as the call to battle overwhealms fear. It turns, looking upon the oncomming force. With a hiddious grin it cries words into the air, neither sane nor intelligiable. It quickly pulls the hood of its cloak over its face, grabbing for its that laid upon the ground.

Torus nods, and motions to his men to the east.Torn barely notices Krintak's attack as he staggers backwards.

Xabre follows the hordes of Durthang men, searching out someone to attack.

Criesis attacks Naarumek with his Spear, but he misses by a mile.

Dubhglas's boarding party remains behind to guard Namir and Lenina.

Dwar to Namir's words, it is the truth. With the mix of his threatening commands and the shadow that is beside him, there are few souls that could stand up to match them both. With a glint of palelight shone within the darkness of it's hood, the Nazgul waits, and forever it shall wait till yet it's master commands otherwise, staying ittself at Namir's side, to fell any who would draw to him without invitation of the Lord of Umbar himself.

Dantius attacks Krintak with his Spear and lightly wounds him!

Criesis throws a second spear towards the Uruk in the distance.

Anduthar opens his mouth wide as he slashes and thrusts his sword at the cowering Krintak with fury.He drops half way from his horse and continues his deadly attack upon the helpless uruk until its body is a wreckage of what it once was.

Krintak shudders and falls back as two spears both strike and nearly impale him, covering his ears and screaming as he starts to back away from all that attack him.

Lenina's stony gaze follows Naarumek's form. She watches the tall-masked one as he continues to fight with the Uruk. Looking to Namir's other side, she shivers visibly at the Nazgul, finding it to be perhaps a wiser idea to leave her love's side. Lenina calls over her shoulder as she advances to Criseis's side, "I aid my friend, Namir."

Anduthar shrieks out,his body trembling with the sickening joy of the moment as his body is covered with blood and little pieces of uruks he slashed through,"For the Eye!Kill every one of them,leave no blood to spill!"

Namir looks to the nazgul with a slight shiver, then smiles at Lenina, "Please. Fight and destroy those who oppose the will of the Lord."

Kayle shakes his head as if coming out of a dream and begins to walk towards the assembled group surrounding Krintak, his eyes remain on the wraith but he seems to have taken control of his fear, or atleast hide it away under a mask of haunted looks.

A terrible feeling overcomes you,<Anduthar!> as if you almost realize that the Eye has seen your innermost feelings...traitor! The Eye will surely strike you down as well...

Criesis glares at a second Paladin who almost without question hands over his spear, he grasps it and turns to glare once more at Naarumek, he leaps forward his massive legs covering the distance quickly between himself and the Uruk.

Namir looks at the approaching forms of the tribes and shouts otu to them.

Krintak lowers his hands, glareing towards Lenina as he watches Namir casually converse towards her. His eyes flare and he marches towards the human, not minding anything that might be strewn in his path... which could of course be a fault at the current moment.

One of the distant riders seems to be gesturing for the others... communicating orders through their scattered ranks of about two dozen.

Four riders depart up the road swiftly, thier horses throwing up dust as they run towards the road and heading away from Umbar to search for others of this non-human scum.

Namir says something unintelligible.

Torn stands his ground as he reaches the more calm outskirts of the fighting. Turning his head this way and that he tries to make out some opponents. Hissing still in his frustration he prowls the perimeter like a hungry wolf, his white wargpelt enhancing the impression.

Herald creeps in unsure of the response of his return, but his goal is welded into his heart that the only way he would be accepted back into Umbar is to fight along side his people. He stands still breathing heavily waiting for the rightm oment t which to enter into the crowds and proclaim himself. It is with a heavy heart he sits and he wouldn't be surprised if one has seen him already being all tnese and nervous.

Dantius jabs his spear visiously at krintak's chest a evil smile corssing his face.

Dantius attacks Krintak with his Spear and badly wounds him!

Lenina breaks into a short run, moving swiftly near to Naarumek and Criesis. Her stride unbreaking, she brings her black blade across her chest, twisting it at end in a wicked arc at the orc's neck.

Fell Beast raises both it's wings in a boney and leathered arc, one riseing into the dust and the other unfolding at Namir's back, as if a pale swampy curtain riseing behind him. The creature's neck withdraws from where it stood stiffly, and it extends with the beak stretching open so that the shriek that comes next may wail long and shrilly within the air.

Anduthar looks around and gulps,stopping his furious attack upon Krintak abruptly,seddling in his horse safely he rides on towards the gates of Umbar,his face ashened and his lips trembling with fear...

Lenina attacks Naarumek with her Scimitar and moderately wounds him!

Kayle has arrived at the outer edge of the crowd and opposite from the wraith and Namir. He watches as Krintak runs towards Namir.

Criesis attacks Naarumek with his Spear, but he misses by an arm's length.

Krintak barks out in pain as a spear smacks across his chest, his head flying back and his hood falling back to reveal his plain uruk face, tall and shaved to the skin, with tattoos of the Eye at his eyelids. He continues to limp towards Lenia, throwing a fist towards her face. "YOU SKAI TARK!", he bellows out, enraged by insanity.

Namir stands his ground, despite the movements of the beast, watching the battle and catching glimpse of Krintak.

Krintak attacks Lenina with his Bare Hands, but he misses by a mile.

Shalam rears and twists at the eerie scream the Fell Beast emits. Hyn has a hard few moments to regain control of his frightened animal even at the distance he is at... he is almost unseated but reins the stallion into a tight circle. One wouls guess he's cussing up a storm...

Those who have survived the battle so far among the Durthang humans spot their Lord fleeing the battle suddenly and cease their attacks,retreating towards the gates along with him.

Herald steps outside the fight seeing as to what is happening and decides to move back east for a little to collect himself.

Criesis thrusts now with his spear at the crimson Uruk his blade getting turned away as he follows its motions almost falling but recovering his steps sufficiently to gaze in anger at the one who avoids his blows.

Namir clears his throat and leaves the side of the wraith to rush to Krintak, "Excuse me, rat, but I believe you have just decided to fight me." He looks to the others around him, "Please, allow me the pleasure."

Torn raises his arms above his head once again. He waves his scimitar about. At the screetch his face freezes in fear, but quickly a mad giggle escapes from his throat and he screetches. "Da Eye will prevail!"

Lenina flicks a glance towards the flailing beast, and jumps back, startled by his crude outburst. Easily side-stepping the feeble attack, she takes a quick step towards Krintak, bringing her scimitar in a devilish thrust at the orc's back.

Lenina attacks Krintak with her Scimitar and badly wounds him!

Naarumek lifts its chain-covered hand to block the blade of the female, not expecting the force to be so great. The scimitar cutting three of its fingers off cleanly. Yet, in its battle-raged state, the Uruk feels no pain, as it begins to swing the axe. But instead of striking it backs off, holding the shaft of the blade defensively and forgeting about the spear-thrower.

Anduthar,riding madly towards the gates sees Namir fighting side by side with the hosts of the faithful Mordain,and curses at the Tower Lord.

Krintak growls as a voice approaches him, reaching for his back and whipping a scimitar out of it sheath. He lets out another pathetic cry as the scimitar carves up his leather armor at the back, stepping back to rub it like an old man with arthritus.

Krintak pulls a straight black scimitar from its sheath at his back.

Traveler slowly strolls into the area, using his walking stick to guide him.

Dantius turns his head and runs towards naarumek h.Dantius thrust's his spear at the chest of naarumek blood splattered across dantius's garbs .

Anduthar growls at Namir,almost shrieking madly,"<Adunaic> TRAITOR!"

You<Anduthar> attack Namir with your Longsword...Your attack against Namir mildly wounds him!

Kayle watches the conflict with his sword blade glistening in the sun before him. A feint breeze comes off the desert and a strand blows into his eyes, but it goes un touched as he watches what is transpiring.

Dantius attacks Naarumek with his Spear, but he misses by a handspan.

Anduthar slashes at Namir his eyes rolling with fear mixed with fury!

Dwar slides off of the back of it's fell beast, and it stands then before Namir. Before he may fex yet a single sinew within his body, the Nazgul has gripped him by his arm with it's cold undead fingers and halted him wherehe stands, the fear that forms out of it like a vile stench now focused into one living point, the unfortunate Lord of the Tower of Umbar, whose skin is met with only the smallest barrier of armor between the Nazgul and itself. Strength that has not been felt in the arms of mortal men grips now the Tower Lord, and he is not permitted to move.

Traveler ducks slightly, as he walks into a seemingly large battle. This stranger looks around with care.

Namir curses as Anduthar surprises him with a strike that manages to slip past his armor and cut his arm. Namir draws his dagger as well, turning to face Anduthar and jumping towards him, his dagger dives towards Anduthar's waist as his longsword swings at his throat.

Namir attacks you<Anduthar> with his Longsword!......and he hits!

Leuthyn halts as a man rides from the north to give him a report. He nods and yells something in his tribal dialec, urging most of his people to turn rein and follow him. He puts heel to flank and bolts off over the sand... a few tribemen linger to scout around.

Anduthar hisses at the Tower Lord,"<Adunaic> You shall come with me to the pits of Udun traitor!"

Dwar releases Namir and at the same time, it casts him away, towards it's beast, it stands then between him and this Dunadan that would come to strike the protectorit that his lord has given him.

Dantius runs towards krintak criss-crossing through the field of battle now his garb's soked by the blood of his foes

Namir gets flung backwards, diving to the ground and rolling to his feet angrily, but not saying a word.

Lenina spits upon the beast at her feet.

Naarumek twists the shaft of the axe to parry away the spear of another human, still in motion. As the strike of the human, which it thought betrayed it also, hits the tower lord. The darkling continues to back away, snapping its head back around suddenly, looking to see what is behind it.

Dwar's fingers encircle the hilt of a gleaming, hateing blade that shones with a pale glaze as it is drawn from the depths of a sheathe than hangs at the side of the Ringwraith. The weapons sings with a loathsing whistleing as it is drawn forth, and held out to strike down the opposer of the EYE, the Nazgul and the Umbar Lord.

Dwar brandishes the pale blade of the unforgiving 3rd Nazgul.

Anduthar is frozen by the very sight of the Ringwraith,he mumbles something unintelligible and shouts in despair to the skies above with eyes filled with terrible fear,"I HAVE NOT FORSAKEN YOU MY LORD!"

Torn strains to make out anything of the fighting. Seeming to distinguish something in the direction of the Nazgul he starts that way , with stiff legs, but with determination in his eyes.

Namir dusts himself off and resheaths his sword, obviously not needing it.

Namir slides the blade back into its scabbard, effectively dousing the light of the blade.

Dantius rushes at krintak his spear out and the blood dripping from the trip flying away as he runs towards him in a bloodcrazyed rage of battle.

Fell Beast caws again with it's shrill and grave tone, it's neck stretching out and curling about the TowerLord, the presence of it almost too much for any stomach to bare, for the slightest touch of it is as if to dine on a half decayed corpse, stricken green in the light of the moon.

Dwar wastes no time as would this Black Numenorean, and with the effort that not a child would give to breathing, it raises and swings it's weapon with the skill known only to the Lords of old who knew the ancient ways of fighting and have known them for the age past. It aims it's blade so that in a single stroke it may deliver Anduthar away from his traiterous human life.

Kayle continues to stand opposite the nazgul and Namir. His head shakes once or twice as if he is argueing with himself, but then his eyes fall upon the Wraith and he begins to stare again.

Criesis thrusts forward with his spear at the oblivious Uruk, attempting to strike blood but his head almost downcast as he realizes the futility of his strikes.

Dantius attacks Krintak with his Spear, but he misses by a handspan.

Namir shakes his head, blanching as he's surrounded by the neck of the beast, "<Adunaic> I believe your Lord sees differently."

Criesis attacks Naarumek with his Spear, but he misses by a handspan.

Traveler slowly looks around and recognises the creepy feeling moving up and down his spine. He decides he should try ad depart before he doesn't have that freedom.

Anduthar looks away from the Tower Lord,believing that the Nazgul will be making him pay for his treachery,he turns about madly,searching for someone else to attack;seeking for a companion as he is taken to the pits of hell!

Krintak shivers, his jaw quivering at everything happening before him, all because of his own pride. He smiles, and stands straight, atleast as straight as he can stand with his wounds, smileing. "I am KRINTAK!", he madly calls out, twisting around and swinging his scimitar at Cruesis's waist as he sees him attacking Naarumek. "DIE! TRAITOR TO LORD OF DUSHGOB!" His tongue slips out of his lips as he bites down in attack, and he screams again as blood starts to stream from this organ. He takes no notice to the spear that flies past him.

Spotting Naarumek Anduthar charges on madly,slashing with his sword but missing wildly with the heat of the moment.

Krintak attacks Criesis with his Scimitar, but Criesis parries the attack with his Spear!

Naarumek continues to back-step, madly blocking each of the blows that come onto it. But it manages to deflect each of them, still turning its head back to see what is behind it.

Lenina brings yet another crushing blow to the unpitied uruk, Krintak. The blade slices through the arc with a sick, shrill cry, towards the creature's hamstring.

Lenina attacks Krintak with her Scimitar and severely wounds him!

Criesis notices Krintaks attack and shifts his spear, to push the scimitar down and away from him dancing backwards for a moment to gather stock of the situation.

Mardahk dashes into the area, and glances around, bewildered. He locates Anduthar and runs toward him.

Kayle rushes foward quickly, he body moves in agile beauty like a dancer. His sword begins to raise in his hands as he comes closer to the forms of Krintak and criesis.

Namir growls slightly, "Beast, I realize you have orders, but I must join my men."

Dantius attacks Krintak with his Spear and severely wounds him!

Lenina, out of earshot of Namir, hears not his words, nor his departure.

Kayle dodges in besides Criesis and his blade follows from his side in a sweeping motion, towards the extended body of Krintak.

Traveler slides back in the direction he came from, as quietly as possible.

Krintak collapses to the ground, defeated by Kayle!

Krintak's weapon "Prakh" falls to the ground...

Dantius acquires a strange black straight scimitar.

Anduthar seeking madly for someone else to slay he is suddenly frozen,the once mighty lord of Durthang now shivers and trembles, almost in a spasm...His lips let go a single drop of blood as Lt. Anduthar falls down on his face from the black steed he was riding upon. Still trembling and kicking madly around he half opens his eyelids only to face the Ringwraith and cowers in greater fear than he had ever known in his whole life and begs for mercy,which he well knew would not come.

Criesis attacks Naarumek with his Spear and mildly wounds him!

Dantius picks up the blade of the fallen krintak

Criesis screams aloud thirsting for blood and thrusts his spear forward nicking Naarumek as a thin trickle of blood falls from the uruks hand.

Dantius looks at the krintak and grins and then thrusts his spear towards Krintak.

Krintak begins to limp away from the scene as his scimitar is drawn back by Crie, and another wound opened at his back. He continues to limp away until a spear enters the back of his leg, and he falls in agony. As yet another blade comes down upon him, he simply looks ahead, blood over flowing his eyes, he pauses, and stays in this state for the rest of time... his scimitar lyeing idley on the ground next to him.

Naarumek growls to itself as its defences fail, the spear of the human cuts into its blocking hand, the same that the fingers were removed from. Still the Uruk makes no attack, back stepping even faster.

The Fell Beast with no mind of it's own only the wishes of it's master, understands not the words of the Towerlord and no response to them is given save for the jagged and singeing breath rasp that is for only this one foul creation to use.

Anduthar manages to get a hold of his fear and creeps towards the 'feet' of the Nazgul Lord and trembling all over cries and weeps for mercy in the name of the Eye.

Kayle follows through with his swing after it connects with Krintak's body and wips his blade foward. He seems to lose balance and almost falls and a feint look of surprise comes to his face before he seems to realize it and his face becomes a mask of anger.

Criesis pursues Naarumek his voice screaming out "For the glory of the Eye!" as he thrusts forward once more aiming this time for the Uruks heart.

Criesis attacks Naarumek with his Spear and mildly wounds him!

Torn slams into a passing horse. He is thrown backwards and lands hard on his back. Jumping back up he shakes his head and growls. Grinding his jaws he starts to continue. Now a stray foot blocks his path. Falling on his face he starts to screecth in fury, but that is soon muffled by the dirt in his mouth. Sputtering he raises himself again. Shrugging resignedly he peers at the figures moving past him and thrusts his scimitar towards them once in awhile.

Namir growls and struggles in the beasts neck, his skin crawling with every motion of contact.

Dwar speaks not words of comfort to the doomed Black Numenorean who cringes before him, it raises only it's blade to fell him, for this is the reward that the EYE deals to the traitors of his word. The edged pointed of this pale and enchanted weapon moves down to strike the cowering lump beneath him, and to mix his blood with the dirt that is the Dunadan's superior.

Kayle watches the form of Krintak walk away a few steps and then starts to follow him his sword held in his right hand at his side.

Naarumek sends the twirling wooden shaft upwards, knocking the spear somewhat away from itself, digging into its shoulder. The beast still makes no attempt at attacking, moving backwards at an even faster pace, away from the majority of the fighting.

Shivering like a poisoned dog,Anduthar cries and begs for his life,"O great one,spare my life!I have served,served well the Eye,save,save,ssave my life, sspare me mlord!"..with those last words his voice trembles and frails off...

Criesis continues to follow Naarumek oblivious to his surroundings only the angry screaming can be heard coming from his lips as he thrusts forward once more aiming at the Uruks heart again.

Criesis attacks Naarumek with his Spear, but he misses by a hair.

The fell beast's eyes seem to gleam momentarily, as if filled by some otherworldly knowledge. Instinctively, it moves aside from Namir, freeing him.

Dantius looks around the battle and just seeming to sense something runs towards the east

Namir smiles inwardly thanking something and rushes off to join his forces.

Mardahk, sensing that something is wrong, retreats.

Naarumek pulls its body to the side, away from the thrusting weapon, but this time the creature attacks back. It is suddenly swings the axe forwards with a great howl into the air around it.

Naarumek lights his lantern.

Naarumek attacks Criesis with his Bare Hands and mildly wounds him!

Naarumek wields Long Axe.

Torn growls a sigh out and stops his futile thrusts. Digging once again into his pouch he pops something green in his mouth. Throwing his head back he inhales sharply and closes his eyes. Once he opens them again they are glazed. Torn grins madly as his eyes glaze and he's into his own inward battle...

Kayle comes to the body of Krintak and notices a note that rest partailly underneath his body, he reaches down and places the blade of his scimitar on the throat of Krintak as he bends down to pick up the note.

Criesis is thrown back a step by the Uruks hit upon his chest, he pauses and raises his spear in defence of his body before shaking his head and thrusting his spear forward once more.

Criesis attacks Naarumek with his Spear and lightly wounds him!

Krintak gurgles a little as the scimitar touches his throat, though doesn't move further more.

Naarumek steps forward, pushing the spear into its own body, mumbling words itself. The Uruk swings the axe cross-ways, towards the human's stomach.

Anduthar shrieks in such agony and anguish that the whole battlefield is echoed with it,he rolls on the ground madly,holding on the wound that will cost him his life.Blood runs freely from Anduthar's body,painting the parched ground red.Lost all of his wealth,honor,rank and the favor of the Eye on this accursed battlefield,only two words escape his lips, "Ssspare me..."

Naarumek attacks Criesis with his Axe and severely wounds him!

Kayle reaches down and takes the note. His blade remains on Krintak's throat as he reaches down to take it, he then rises with the note that is covered with blood from Krintak's wounds.

Criesis falls back staggering under the blow as he falls to his knees glaring up at Naarumek he spits blood and shouts "Traitor, you will die and suffer eternal torment for this!" as his body falls back among the advancing grouping of humans.

Torn runs his glazed eyes across the battlefield. Seeing the Nazgul again he shudders. His face pale he again begins to walks toward the dark figure.

Dwar extends it's hand to it's beast, and with a single disheartening command it pales the light of the air and sends it's monster forward to finish what it had begun. The creature comes hither to it's master's commands and stands abode the body of Anduthar, with it's neck extending to thrust it's beak out and imbed that within the back of the cowering man, whilest the Nazgul drifts from where it stood to follow the body that it was sent to guard.

Naarumek waves its hand in front of its face towards the oncomming humans, then it turns to the east and runs, as fast as it has been taught.

Torn shrugs as the Nazgul departs. Stopping he looks on all the fighting, confusion plain on his face.

Kayle crumbles the parchment in his hands and throws it on the ground he scratches at his unshaven face that holds specks of blood on it before he takes his blade away from the bodies neck, he shakes his head as he looks down and says, "I am numb of all feeling, I have reached the other side."

Anduthar rolling over for the last time faces the fell beast without a sound,his spirit escaping his miserable body a long while ago. He looks at the skies with empty eyes,his mouth dripping down and up again, giving aways sprays of blood now and then.Thus ended the life of Lord Anduthar,once the chosen one of the Eye and the Nine...the commander of the human Mordain,as an example of the fate of the ones who betrays the will of the Eye and forsaken it for their own power hunger.

Criesis struggles to his feet and shouts after the fleeing Naarumek "Coward! You are a coward and a traitor!" the blood flows freely from a massive chest wound.

Kayle shakes his head and turns to look back at the remaining people in the area.