Elendor
Company in the High Pass
A company of dwarves, elves and one Beorning encounter trouble in the High Pass.
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Location: High Pass, Summit
Game Date: Day 1 of August 3046
IC Time: Late Morning (1100)
Weather: Hot
Description:
High Pass, Summit
The pass continues across what seems to be the very summit of the mountains about you. Cliffs fall away at your feet everywhere, dropping hundreds of feet and spelling certain demise with one false step. This treacherous journey has your nerves on edge and your mind reeling. You will be glad to see it finally over. Not even the dense tangled brambles of the lower slopes can survive on these mild and bearably humid peaks.
The blue sky is clear on this beautiful day, with only slight wisps of clouds overhead. The late morning summer air is warm and fine.
Contents:
Thari
Ranol
Ingildur
Thranduil
Mobeorn
Jiatl
Obvious exits:
West leads to High Pass, Western Face.
East leads to High Pass, Eastern Descent.
Naalg climbs carefully down the western slope towards you.
Naalg has arrived.
[Thari(#31038)]
The mountain's bones are sharp and jagged here. The pass forces travellers to single-file, for indeed there are travellers. Dwarves moving quietly on foot. Well, "quietly." Armor jingles, and there are grunts and murmured words. Axes glint in the sunlight. Helms glitter with precious gems, as do beards and rings on fingers.
Thari is in the middle of this, with a much smaller axe than the others. Red is the stone in the haft of the axe, shadowed within the dwarven healer's hand.
Glugg has arrived.
[Frarin] Beside Thari is a dwarf clad in a long blue surcoat, his whispy, straggly beard wagging from side to side before him as he climbs the mountainside. He uses a long blue war hammer as a walking stick of sorts. Beneath his surcoat extends a jingling chainmail hauberk and he wears also a gleaming helmet, beneath which his eyes sit under grim brows. Deep lines form a frown about his mouth.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
There are other travellers amongst the Dwarf-folk one among them is three heads taller than the tallest Dwarf. Bright silver glints from beneath his cloak and hood. There is a bow in his hand, and the shape of a sword can be seen beneath his cloak.
He does not lead, but rather trails, his watchful gaze peering far over the dwarfs' heads.
Ranol moves near the front of the group, a stout khazad with a sword in hand at the ready as he negotiates the rough terrain. He's armored in gleaming chainmail under a thick blue fur-trimmed cloak, and carries a heavy shield.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Not all those on the pass travel in single file. Picking its way through the rocky mountain, as if it knows the lay of the land is an oversized bear of brown. It sniffs at the ground, pauses, and looks up, then sniffs at the wind and the line of travelers here. Then the bear's eyes go back to searching the landscape
[Jiatl(#29415)] Metal clatters against metal further along the thin path of the Pass. Now and then a voice is raised, echoing for a few breaths before dying on the wind. Bodies shift, attempting to accomodate while they march on. A small unit of orcs, obviously uncomfortable in the light, continue on as if doing otherwise would mean their death.
[Naalg(#30358)] As much as the traveling band would prefer to travel unbothered, a contingent of orcs prowl the jagged outcroppings. Standing on the ledge of what appears to be a cave is Naalg. Squinting, holding his hand up to shield his eyes, the Shaman peers down at the thin line of travelers, muttering. "Going to have to fight one by one they are." he says, glancing at one of the orcs that kneels at his side, observing. Naalg shakes his head as he looks to the edge between shadow and sunshine cast by a nearby rock, "And in daylight.... hrmpf...."
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf-king lets out a quick whistle, soft, but sharp, and comes to a stop at his next step, knocking an arrow in his bow.
"Move softly, Naugrim, if you are able for there is a noise ahead--loud enough that it may be another party of your kin."
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari glances behind with irritation at the sharp whistle, then rolls grey eyes over at Frarin. Still, the shorter dwarf of the two slows somewhat, perhaps even making less noise.
[Glugg(#28384)] The highpass is always dangerous the rocks and places to hide and spring traps, and those more insidious upon the mountain often do. A hunched figure moves along from rock to rock. Glugg's eyes narrow at the light of the sun a moment. In his hands a hammer forged strong in the mines. "Gah." he says under his breath pushing forward despite the daylight.
[Ingildur(#4965)] Behind the first elf, another follows, stopping abrubtly as his king does so. From his back Ingildur draws a spear, and leaps lightly up the slope a little, peering ahead, "Not yet in sight - shall I scout forward?" He murmers quietly to the king.
Ranol isn't capable of moving quietly, clad in chain as he is. Only a child draped in holiday bells might be louder. He slows his pace a bit, but continues moving ahead on point to investigate, shield high and sword ready.
[Frarin] Between his irregular limping gait and the thump of the haft of his war hammer upon the stone, Frarin keeps a steady as he tramps up the mountain. But even as he glances up with mild interest again, the Elf-king's whistle and sudden stop draw the silversmith's attention. He too comes to a halt, bringing his hammer up into one hand as he looks ahead, shielding his eyes against the sun. He glances at Thari when the shorter dwarf glances dryly at him, but Frarin is still otherwise, listening. His eyes sweep the rocky slopes, but he has neither the ears nor the eyesight to detect what the elves do, and looks to them instead.
Nob has arrived.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Why don't they just start a rock slide or send an emissary to announce that we are all going to be on the Pass, so noisy as they are..." The bear, steadily lumbering uphill, snorts in an annoyed-sounding sort of growl.
[Jiatl(#29415)] Unblinking eyes observe, waiting for the moment when blade meets blade. She takes it all in - the travellers, the small units of orcs, those nearer the shade. Resting comfortably, otherwise undisturbed, Jiatl is interested to see just how long both sides will last.
[<#5440>] "" the King murmurs, ""
Thari has disconnected.
Glugg moves forward and forward stopping only to peer around from his hidden location to get a better idea of what they are facing. A wicked grin comes to his face eyes glinting with perhaps excitement at all the blood which is to be spent this day.
[<#4965>] "" The Feredir jumps back onto the path gracefully, almost silently save the quiet jingle of mail. His eyes cast over the pass, both back and forward.
Naalg shakes his head, it seems the Shaman has a little more tactical sense than your average zealot. "Not our time." he grunts, snorting disdainfully as he turns. The other orcs grumble, shaking their heads as they follow the Shaman deeper into the cave, no doubt disappearing into the Misty Mountains.
[Nob(#16122)] One orc jostles another - deliberately? Who knows. Orc B turns viciously, baring his teeth and sliding his sword up. It hisses in the air Orc A's eyes widen, then narrow to yellow slivers and he yanks his own weapon up - and this small group of baddies may never make it to the fight, for being too busy with their own. But one behind them both snarls and wades forward. He is half a head taller than either of the others, and his mace is spiked with jagged bits of iron and bone. A threatening gesture and the other two turn sullenly forward again.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Ahead," the bear growls in its own strange speech now. "I can smell them and hear them but not yet see them." It turns its large ursine head toward the elves, brown eyes staring at them. "Can you?" All growled.
[Frarin] Still frowning, Frarin glances at Thari again, then leaves the shorter dwarf to move forward through the thin line of dwarves that has slowed. He approaches where the bear and Elf-king stand, listening to the bear's growls without comprehension. But he eyes them carefully, as if waiting for an explanation.
Jiatl watches the movement near the shadows, her lips twitching into almost a smile as the shaman and the other orcs move deeper into darkness. Blinking once, her gaze moves toward the bickering orcs once more. She tilts her head up slightly, a quick sniff of air come before she lowers her eyes again.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The King offers the mildest shake of his head his eyes fixing upon the growling bear.
But he is not done, for as soon as this gesture is given, he bounds swiftly a few steps higher, up the rocky side of the pass.
As he reaches a height well above the dwarf-folk upon the trail, he lays down both bow and nocked arrow, and, standing erect, casts aside his cloak, the truesilver of his helm and mail glinting in the light, "You are revealed!" his voice rings out across the pass, "Come, or make way, as cowards for your own ilk to slaughter!"
Ranol continues on ahead while the others consult in languages he doesn't understand. But then, he can't really hear the low voices over the wind, jangling of armor, and other sounds anyhow. The black-beared dwarf continues along the path carefully, glancing around frequently, but not having the hearing or the sight that the elves boast. He looks back once when the elf king calls out his challenge.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The King's challenge rings and echoes against the steep cliffs and peaks, so great was his shout.
[Nob(#16122)] The small troop of orcs bump against each other as they stop and stare upwards, mouths hanging open. One, near the middle, looks alarmed another looks downright frightened by the sudden, magical appearance of the great elf lord. But for the most part, the expression on those blackened twisted faces is hunger. Greed. Hatred. A lust for blood stronger than any love ever known. And the pause is but a gathering of strength as the entire group yells and surges forward.
[Ingildur(#4965)] Ingildur chuckles dryly, "Now I can hear them clearly, Lord, you seem to have awakened a hive of very ugly bees." He checks his spear, and arrows carefully, before remarking cheerfully "Let us hope that we are not badly stung - there seem to be many of them."
[Glugg(#28384)] "Cowards." the orc mutters under his breath. Glugg perhaps over loyal or not wishing to anger the much larger figure moves forward careful not to present a target if he can help it till it must be done.
[Frarin] Scowling, Frarin hefts his hammer into both hands, resting the weight of the head in his right hand. He glances ahead to where Ranol continues on, then lifts his voice in a gruff shout. "Ranol!" But even as he does so, an answering series of shouts comes in reply to the Elf-king's challenge, drowning out Frarin's own voice. For a second the silversmith looks back to where Thari stands in the line of dwarves, then sets his jaw and looks forward once more. "Go back to your caves and cower, vermin of the mountains!"
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"There will be one driving them and it is better to face two score beneath the sun, than two dozen in the night," comes the King's quick response, as he bends to retrieve his bow, index finger wrapping around the nocked arrow, the bow is raised quickly, and at the ready.
Jiatl closes her eyes as voices begin to raise, more and more ping here and there off of the rocks and cliffs. The twitch at her mouth turns into a larger flexing of her lips as the moment of contact arrives. She does not signal the orcs with a command or a cry.. A low, rumbling laugh bellows from deep in her gut, thundering along the narrow path. She finally gets to her feet but does not yet approach, still waiting for the blood - whether red or black - to be spilt.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Clattering up the hillside, scattering rocks behind it, the bear makes no attempt at stealth--it clambers up toward where the elf king stands, though not yet reaching that height before the low rumbling begins.
Ranol isn't one to stand around and wait when battle is afoot. He spots the small group of orcs clammoring his way and the dwarf charges forward, sword leading the way. "Goblins spotted here!" He calls to those behind him, then wades in to chop at the closest enemy with the fearlessness that a great many khazas seem to possess.
[Ingildur(#4965)] "Aye, and the pass is too narrow for them to come on at once, two could hold off an army here." The Feredir seems to reach a decision, and slings his spear upon his back, retrieving a longbow, and nocking an arrow.
[Combat(#13388)] Ingildur wields Longbow.
[Frarin] Frarin's eyes dart about the mountainside with a growl, fixing most especially on Ranol at the fore. He looks to Ingildur as the elf and his king both knock arrows to their bows. "Then you mind they do not sweep in from above us, Master Ingildur, and my kin and I shall mind the pass." With a grunt, the silversmith takes off after Ranol, boots sliding on the stone.
[Nob(#16122)] The orc at the head is waving a sword that looks something like a machete, only longer. It is wickedly honed, the edge shining in the daylight, and whistling evily through the thin air. Gurk, for such he calls himself, howls with glee as Ranol's sword slices past his nose, and brings his own weapon over his head, two-handedly chopping down with it, as if the dwarf's head is a particularly nice round of wood.
Ranol isn't to be bested so easily by a mere goblin with only four letters in his name. He throws up his shield to deflect the attack, and tries to step to the side to allow more room to swing his own broadsword at the creature's side. As he attacks again, he calls out a dwarven battlecry.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"What rabble is this? The terror of the Mines of Moria? The great horde of Gundabad? Or simple goblin-scum?" Comes another call from the King, "These few are no hindrance! Their master is the most cowardly, it seems!"
Thus the Elf-king's words ring out again.
[<#5440>] "" Thranduil continues, his voice lowered, he speaks to his kin, ""
[Jiatl(#29415)] "Simple scum, yes.." a dark response rises to the elf, "Still enough for you." The troll watches him, positioned above the small skirmish already in progress. She moves then, just enough so she can be seen by both parties as well as the long-haired heckler.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Another growl from the oversized bear, which seems at a loss of where to turn. "Are they hidden? Should I seek them out somewhere?" This is growled toward the elf king.
Glugg moves swiftly now a glint in his eyes now that battle is upon them. The smaller orc reaches the front lines hefting up his warhammer into ready position. "We'll see light lovers." the warrior snarls as he attacks.
Glugg attacks Ranol with his War Hammer and moderately wounds it!
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The bear is answered without a word, and the troll, too, receives an answer. For as soon as the creature is in sight, Thranduil looses his arrow, letting it soar high above the fracas below.
While it is still in the air, the King's bow is drawn again, though he holds for a moment.
Thranduil launches an arrow...
Thranduil's bowshot hits Jiatl, mildly wounding her.
[Ingildur(#4965)] An arrow sails into the air, as the Feredir cries out, "Troll, troll, high in the pass!" The arrow flies towards the bulky figure swiftly
Ingildur launches an arrow...
Ingildur's bowshot hits Jiatl, mildly wounding her.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Despite the arrows, the bear rushes forward, seeking to plow into the orcs gathered here, though it does not head directly for the troll. Not yet.
[Frarin] "By the Maker," Frarin curses as he pounds forward, eyes alighting first on the mass of the troll some distance away and second the press of orcs who hurry forward towards the line of dwarves. "Khazad ai-menu!" Hammer swinging, Frarin catches a thin orc with long ears just under the rib cage as he comes to Ranol's side.
Jiatl watches the arrows as the fly, but she does not attempt to move from their arc. She tilts her head as each makes contact with her skin - they linger, but as she moves again they fall to the ground. "Pathetic.." she groans, her eyes suddenly focused on the bear. "Who is the coward?" she calls aloud, taking another step closer to the fights.
[Ranol(#26812)] Recklessness rewards the fool with misfortune. While Ranol is battling with Gurk in front of him, Glugg manages to push in and score a solid blow to his side with the warhammer. The dwarven Huskarl grunts, but shows no fear. Instead, he grins with excitement and swings at Glugg in retaliation, a controlled arc of the broadsword towards the orc's shoulder.
Ranol attacks Glugg with its Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf King laughs, "Then come!" He calls, "Come, and when you arrive, you shall meet steel!"
The next arrow is loosed from his bow, and another is nocked again, in mid-flight.
Thranduil launches an arrow...
Thranduil's bowshot hits Jiatl, mildly wounding her.
[Glugg(#28384)] The orc glints as blood is spelled. Glugg tries to move to the side to avoid the blow but in the gathering cannot do so fast enough he lets out a growl but the wound isn't bad. The warrior is back in quickly enough swiping again at the dwarf.
Glugg attacks Ranol with his War Hammer and lightly wounds it!
[Ingildur(#4965)] Ingildur looses another arrow at the bulky troll, muttering under his breath as his previous arrow was virtually ignored, aiming for the head of the great beast.
Ingildur launches an arrow...
Ingildur's bowshot hits Jiatl, mildly wounding her.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Target chosen and sighted. The bear, despite the arrows, now rushes toward Jiatl, roaring its furious challenge in a series of short growls. "Runt! Laugh at the arrows, would you? Feel this, then!" And with that, Mobeorn launches himself toward Jiatl, claws bared.
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists, but he misses by a mile.
Jiatl plucks the other arrow from her skin, the tiny tips doing little damage to her thick hide. It snaps between her fingers as she intently watches her orcs, pleased at Glugg's enthusiasm. "Reward for he who brings the most trophies, rats!" her voice calls out to the orcs. She spares a glance toward the elf before a flash of fur catches her eye. "Ahh.." she breathes, turning now as the bear launches toward her.
"A fine pet you would be.." she drones as she turns to face the bear. She reaches slowly for her weapon, inviting it to come toward her again. "Need to be broken in.. come closer, beast.."
[Combat(#13388)] Jiatl wields Rel'Ik.
Ranol tries to bring up his shield in time to block Glugg's next attack, but has a poor angle to work with. The hammer slides to slam against his upper arm, but he doesn't seem terribly hampered by the strike. When he sees Frarin coming up to his side, the dwarf grins and moves in to swing offensively at Glugg, sacrificing defense with the slash at his chest.
Ranol furiously attacks Glugg with its Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
[<#5440>] "" the King calls, letting his bow fall to the ground, he leaps forward, drawing forth a shining blade. As he bounds from rock to rock, he moves quickly above the fray, circling towards bear and troll.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Never mind the dwarves, mind the trolls!" Mobeorn barks, going after the leg of the one before him now. "This one is too wirey!" Claws reach out to try to rake at Jiatl as the bear rushes by, or tries to.
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists and lightly wounds her!
[Ingildur(#4965)] Ingildur chuckles, and switches target as his king closes in on the bear. The dwarves seem too close to the fray to use his bow effectivly, so he puts it upon his back, grasps his spear and runs towards the melee.
[Combat(#13388)] Ingildur slides a spear from a leather holster on his back.
[Frarin] Another orc, this one shorter, rushes at Frarin, but his head flies back as the butt of the silversmith's hammer punches into his jaw, rending the sound of cracking as the orc's jaw breaks. "Come on, you bloody cowards, send me something worth fighting!" Frarin growls, the head of his hammer sweeping the orc with the broken jaw to the ground with another crack of broken bone.
Jiatl hisses at the contact of claws to skin, and laughs again as she glances down to see thin lines of blood forming. "Good..good" she croons, gripping the weapon tightly in her fist as she steps toward the bear. The club shifts the air around her as it sweeps toward its ribs.
Jiatl attacks Mobeorn with her Club, but she misses by a handspan.
[Glugg(#28384)] The orc laughs as even through the light he strikes true again. "Need to do better than that." Glugg calls as the next strike comes at him he moves to defend but alas he is hit again not bad another gash he growls in anger and lashes out with the spiked end this time at the dwarf.
Glugg attacks Ranol with his War Hammer and moderately wounds it!
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Twisting and turning with a speed that belies its size, the bear scoots out of the way of the club, coming around to the troll's back and trying again, this time trying to rip at the back of the creature's legs.
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists, but he misses by a handspan.
Ranol grunts again as the spike punches into his chain shirt, breaking a few links and leaving a bleeding wound behind his beard. The Huskarl growls and rushes forward again with another reckless, sweeping stroke of the broadsword, "Gladly!" The khazad is fearless, perhaps foolishly so.
Ranol furiously attacks Glugg with its Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
Glugg strikes and jumps back snarling as he is hit black blood leaks lightly from the gashes, but still standing this tough mountain warrior. "Not good enough." he grins and dashes back in and swipes again at the dwarf.
Glugg attacks Ranol with his War Hammer and mildly wounds it!
[Frarin] Another orc thuds to the ground as Frarin's hammer crashes into its exposed knee, and when the silversmith properly disposes of the beast with a second blow to the head, he is finally at Ranol's side. "Y'fool lad," is all Frarin grits out once he reaches his fellow dwarf, but then the silversmith swings at Glugg, the head of his hammer flying for the orc's left hip.
You attack Glugg with your War Hammer...
[Combat(#13388)->Frarin]
Your attack against Glugg badly wounds him!
[Ingildur(#4965)] Towards the troll, Ingildur runs, thrusting his spear towards the behomoth's chest but keeping well back, hopefully out of reach of it's mighty strength.
Ingildur attacks Jiatl with his Spear, but he misses by a long shot.
Jiatl does not speak, and watches the bear come at her again. A coordinated move shifts her from the attack, but she sweeps toward the beast with her club again. The attack on the bear draws her away from the point of the spear, and she glances toward Ingildur only after the sweep of her club moves for its target.
Jiatl attacks Mobeorn with her Club, but Mobeorn parries the attack with his Beijabar Fists!
[Ranol(#26812)] The next blow from the hammer is glancing, and Ranol shrugs it off. As Frarin joins him against the orc, the scowl on his face deepens. "I'm fine!" He snaps in retort, then slashes at Glugg again. His strike is more reserved this time, though. The scrutiny of the older dwarf isn't completely ignored.
Ranol attacks Glugg with its Short Broadsword and moderately wounds him!
[Combat(#13388)] Thranduil smoothly draws the ancient blade Endumegil from its scabbard.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
The bear keeps moving, weaving this way and that, and when the club sweeps its way, it brushes close to its snout, so that it has to push it away with its paw. It turns, moving still, back and forth, waiting for an opening to attack again while the elves engage the beast.
Glugg strikes, but his focus on the first dwarf is paid for dearly as he is hit hard warmer and grimy flesh is pierced. He hows with pain and blood flows from this wound even as he is hit again. The warriors eyes gleam with anger as he changes targets striking out for the new arrival.
Glugg attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
[Thranduil(#5440)] The King of the Elves does not hold himself far away, instead throwing himself against the troll, slashing with a short, powerful stroke towards the troll's midsection.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.
[Frarin] Frarin lifts his arms and skirts back a step as Glugg's blade whistles by, nearly nicking the front of his surcoat. "No blood for you today, orc," the silversmith growls in return, sweeping his hammer up under the orc's sword arm towards his elbow.
You attack Glugg with your War Hammer...
[Combat(#13388)->Frarin]
Your attack against Glugg severely wounds him!
Naalg works his way up the treacherous western slope...
Naalg has left.
Ranol is about to step in and swing at Glugg again, but Frarin is in the way now and there are other orcs pressing in. The huskarl turns away, leaving the Barazin to finish off the other opponent and he rushes at a new one. Fiercely, Ranol hacks at a goblin, catching a lucky strike that takes the creature's hand clear off at the elbow.
Jiatl stalks the moves of the bear, and catches the swift approach of the elf from the corner of her eye. She turns to meet him, only barely managing to avoid the slice from his gleaming sword. "Sneak attack?" she muses in a low voice, the grip tightening on her club again, "You fight like an orc! Join me, elf.." charging toward him now, her attack sweeps toward Thranduil's belly.
Jiatl attacks Thranduil with her Club and moderately wounds him!
[Ingildur(#4965)] Jabbing again, Ingildur stays far back, crouched and ready to dodge if needed. This blow is aimed at the troll's arms, keeping the spear high and defensive.
Ingildur attacks Jiatl with his Spear and mildly wounds her!
Glugg is struck again this time knocked back some hitting a rock. "Ah'ha this one knows how to play." he is wounded, but spurred by bloodlust. The warrior moves back in to attack one again at the dwarf.
Glugg attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and you parry his attack with your War Hammer!
[Thranduil(#5440)]
Bruised by the blow, but unbent, the King of the Nandor is brushed aside by the weight of the club and the strength of its wielder. Lashing out as he is swept away from Ingildur and the bear, his blade arcs out again, in a backhanded stroke towards the hand that holds the crude weapon.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] Seeing that even the elves cannot fend off this beast of a troll, Mobeorn waits for a moment and tries to spring in again, coming at the troll on its flanks, with a roar made up of no word-like sounds this time.
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists, but Jiatl parries the attack with her Club!
[Frarin] Frarin meets Glugg's attack with a clang of metal on metal, pushing the orc's sword away with a growl. "To play and to win," he says through clenched teeth, noting Ranol only for a second when the huskarl moves on to another opponent. Then with another upward sweep of his hammer, Frarin aims the cruel spiked end of the head at the side of Glugg's thigh.
You attack Glugg with your War Hammer...
[Combat(#13388)->Frarin]
Your attack against Glugg terribly wounds him!
[Glugg(#28384)] The orc is beaten badly already the next hit knocks him to the ground a horrible wound opening on his leg. Glugg's breath is shallow and it seems his last energy is spent on a flailing swing at the dwarf attacker.
Glugg furiously attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 7 hp's by Glugg's attack...
...you have 90 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
Ranol is still fighting, cutting down another goblin after a few swings. He's taken a couple of cuts further himself, and now the Huskarl is starting to show some restraint in the battle as his wounds begin to add up.
[Frarin] The spike of the orc's hammer catches Frarin just below the knee, under the protection of his long hauberk, and he momentarily stalls as he switches to his other leg to step forward over Glugg. A blotch of blood appears, but Frarin delays none in swinging the head of his hammer down towards Glugg's collarbone.
You attack Glugg with your War Hammer...
You have defeated Glugg!
[Combat(#13388)] Glugg's shield "Wooden Shield" falls to the ground...
[Combat(#13388)] Glugg's weapon "War Hammer" falls to the ground...
[Combat(#13388)->Frarin]
Your attack against Glugg fatally wounds and defeats him!
Jiatl feels the pinch at her arm, and glances toward the spear as it nudges her. She laughs, and ignores the fight beyond the three nearest her now. Her face contorts with a mix of hatred and anticipation as she first sweeps her club toward the arms holding the spear. Not wishing to wait, she pushing herself forward now, and uses the momentum of her turn away from the spearman to swing the weapon back toward the bear's head.
Jiatl attacks Ingildur with her Club and badly wounds him!
Jiatl attacks Mobeorn with her Club and moderately wounds him!
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
THe club bites, sinking into bear flesh and sending the beast rolling backwards down the hill, where it scrambles hurriedly, trying to get to its feet. Some blood stains its flanks.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The King takes the chance, as the troll turns. Planting both feet, his sword is raised high above his head and grasping the hilt with both hands, he plunges it forward, aiming squarely at the small of the creature's back.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword, but Jiatl parries the attack with her Club!
[Ingildur(#4965)] The troll's strike smashes through Ingildur's defense, batting the spear aside easily and crashing down onto his left arm. He cries out in pain as a gash is opened along his left forearm, tearing the chain mail. A nasty blow, within a hair's edge of breaking his arm, but not enough to end Ingildur's resistance, he thrusts again with his spear, held only in one hand, towards the troll.
Ingildur attacks Jiatl with his Spear, but he misses by an arm's length.
Jiatl's nose curls as she watches the blood come from the bear, enjoying the mingling scent. The spear misses its mark as she moves away now, returning her attention toward the sword. The attack does not go unnoticed, and the club is brought up again in a low arch intended to connect with his legs.
Jiatl attacks Thranduil with her Club and badly wounds him!
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The King is stung again by the weighted club, and this time is sent staggering to his left. the links of truesilver mail, however, hold fast, and though he tumbles, he rolls landing with his foot planted firmly against a stone, the King swings out again, staying bent into a low crouch, he aims for the troll's lower leg.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword and lightly wounds her!
Ranol finishes off another orc, and now the khazad is backing off, letting others get into the fray. He's not critical, but definitely could use a bandage or two when the dust settles. He watches Frarin finish off Glugg, then steps further back, looking around to check and make sure no one is badly wounded near him.
[<#4965>] Ingildur edges around the troll towards his king, "" He calls, keeping a distance from Jiatl, wounded arm staining his cloak, the green turning darker, and his spear shaft slippy with blood. Shifting his hold on his spear, he makes another attack, jabbing again at the Troll.
Ingildur attacks Jiatl with his Spear, but he misses by a mile.
[Frarin] Frarin straightens, hefting his hammer up once Glugg is despatched of and seeking out other orcs. He is not long wanting, for another rushes to fill the narrow gap of the pass, a hooked blade with a missing tip slicing towards Frarin. It catches the silversmith across the forearm, dragging a thin line of blood before Frarin is able to right himself again and swing the spike of his hammer at the orc's hip. The crunch of shattered bone follows.
Jiatl's leg throbs again with yet another attack. Thick blood oozes from the small wound left behind by the sword. She barely manages to avoid another attack from the spear, and she turns then to face him. Another swing of her club comes down toward his shoulder as if she means to hammer him into the earth. Not wanting to offer her back to the swordsman for too long, she shifts again and charges..swinging the club across from left to right toward his ribs.
Jiatl attacks Ingildur with her Club and mortally wounds him!
Jiatl attacks Thranduil with her Club, but she misses by a mile.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Though wounded, the bear staggers back up the mountain, coming again to the area where the elves besiege the troll. The bear waits.
[<#5440>]
"" The King cries, even as he tucks down to avoid the now wildly swinging club, ""
Driving himself back upwards, he again whips his blade towards the weapon-arm of the troll once again.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword and mildly wounds her!
[Ingildur(#4965)] The club shatters bone and flesh as the Feredir misjudges the Troll's attack, crumpling under the ferocious blow and falling to one side as a tree felled. He rolls down the valley a little way, fetching up against a rock with one arm hanging useles by his side, ribs cracked and his other bleeding still from his previous blow. Ingildur moves his good arm feebly, winces and then passes out swiftly.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
"Elf laird!" the bear barks out as Indildur falls in a heap. "Perhaps it might suffice to drive this one back to its lair for now?" Despite those rumbling words, the bear rushes forward, diving back into the fight, snatching toward the troll with claws.
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists and lightly wounds her!
Jiatl's hand grips hard against the weapon as the sword connects. She starts to move again toward the swordsman only to be blocked by an attack from the bear. The vicious smile returns, and she changes her attention toward the beast. "Pet.." she whispers, taunting as the club swings down toward his massive shoulders.
[Frarin] Other dwarves push towards the fore of the line, thoroughly blocking the narrow path against the onslaught of the orcs. Frarin's hammer swings amidst a chorus of snaps and crunches as sweat beads upon his brow, running together with the blood and dirt of battle.
Jiatl attacks Mobeorn with her Club, but Mobeorn parries the attack with his Beijabar Fists!
[Thranduil(#5440)]
Thranduil does not pause, though his gaze follows the falling figure of the King's Hunter. As the troll twists around and strikes downwards towards the shapeshifter the Elf's blade is drawn back, held before him as he guards his own battered torso. Taking a step towards the monster's back, he strikes out again, the blade aimed to slice across the troll's thickly armoured back.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword, but Jiatl parries the attack with her Club!
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Again the bear manages to push away the club with a large clawed paw, snorting as it rushes by the troll. He, too, seeks out the beast's back, trying to drive claws into the troll's legs.
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists, but Jiatl parries the attack with her Club!
Jiatl turns, the movements of the bear, troll and elf like a macabre dance. The troll does not bother to check the status of the small band of orcs, leaving them to their win or to their deaths. She pushes forward again, the club swinging first toward the bear, intent on connecting with his head this time. The troll's eyes flinch as she turns to bring the club swinging toward the swordsman again soon after.
Jiatl attacks Mobeorn with her Club, but she misses by a handspan.
Jiatl attacks Thranduil with her Club, but she misses by an arm's length.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
The bear runs forward, barely getting out of the way of the club in time, but it works--the weapon goes whooshing over its back. Still, the momentum carries him further away from the troll, and the injury to his flank slows his ability to get back into the fight immediately.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The king lets out a shout in his own tongue once again, deftly stepping back, out of the way of the swinging club, before lunging forward with a thrust, now, aimed upwards, into the chest of the mighty beast.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword, but Jiatl parries the attack with her Club!
Jiatl's gaze follows the beast for a moment before the elf's attack pulls her back. Facing him once more, she falls into a stance. The contorted smile returns and she points toward him with her club. "You are alone..". Gripping the weapon, the wood creaks loudly beneath her hold as she waits, allowing the next move to be his.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"But I am the swifter for it," The King replies, a glance over his shoulder accompanying his backward step, and revealing that the melee below is ended, "Your goblins are routed, fly back to your cave, giant! For the King of the Elves is come into the high pass, in these days!"
With those parting words, the King makes a leap, back towards the rocky cliff-face that he navigated to reach the troll, back towards his short, stout, companions.
[Combat(#13388)]
Thranduil dodges aside Jiatl, and manages to escape!
Thranduil picks his way eastwards.
Thranduil has left.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Seeing the elf king turn tail and run..or so it might seem..the injured bear does not stick around. It heads east, following the elf, but in a less nimble and fleet-footed manner.
[Combat(#13388)]
Mobeorn tries to flee from Jiatl, but he fails!
Mobeorn picks his way eastwards.
Mobeorn has left.
Jiatl does not shadow her opponents, but watches them until they are out of sight. It is then that she looks toward the carnage left behind by the dwarves and orcs. Moving toward the bodies, she grabs a couple by the limbs and leaves the rest to serve as a warning. One last look around before the troll moves further down the path and into the dark of night.
Jiatl works her way up the treacherous western slope...
Jiatl has left.
High Pass, Summit
The pass continues across what seems to be the very summit of the mountains about you. Cliffs fall away at your feet everywhere, dropping hundreds of feet and spelling certain demise with one false step. This treacherous journey has your nerves on edge and your mind reeling. You will be glad to see it finally over. Not even the dense tangled brambles of the lower slopes can survive on these mild and bearably humid peaks.
The blue sky is clear on this beautiful day, with only slight wisps of clouds overhead. The late morning summer air is warm and fine.
Contents:
Thari
Ranol
Ingildur
Thranduil
Mobeorn
Jiatl
Obvious exits:
West leads to High Pass, Western Face.
East leads to High Pass, Eastern Descent.
Naalg climbs carefully down the western slope towards you.
Naalg has arrived.
[Thari(#31038)]
The mountain's bones are sharp and jagged here. The pass forces travellers to single-file, for indeed there are travellers. Dwarves moving quietly on foot. Well, "quietly." Armor jingles, and there are grunts and murmured words. Axes glint in the sunlight. Helms glitter with precious gems, as do beards and rings on fingers.
Thari is in the middle of this, with a much smaller axe than the others. Red is the stone in the haft of the axe, shadowed within the dwarven healer's hand.
Glugg has arrived.
[Frarin] Beside Thari is a dwarf clad in a long blue surcoat, his whispy, straggly beard wagging from side to side before him as he climbs the mountainside. He uses a long blue war hammer as a walking stick of sorts. Beneath his surcoat extends a jingling chainmail hauberk and he wears also a gleaming helmet, beneath which his eyes sit under grim brows. Deep lines form a frown about his mouth.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
There are other travellers amongst the Dwarf-folk one among them is three heads taller than the tallest Dwarf. Bright silver glints from beneath his cloak and hood. There is a bow in his hand, and the shape of a sword can be seen beneath his cloak.
He does not lead, but rather trails, his watchful gaze peering far over the dwarfs' heads.
Ranol moves near the front of the group, a stout khazad with a sword in hand at the ready as he negotiates the rough terrain. He's armored in gleaming chainmail under a thick blue fur-trimmed cloak, and carries a heavy shield.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Not all those on the pass travel in single file. Picking its way through the rocky mountain, as if it knows the lay of the land is an oversized bear of brown. It sniffs at the ground, pauses, and looks up, then sniffs at the wind and the line of travelers here. Then the bear's eyes go back to searching the landscape
[Jiatl(#29415)] Metal clatters against metal further along the thin path of the Pass. Now and then a voice is raised, echoing for a few breaths before dying on the wind. Bodies shift, attempting to accomodate while they march on. A small unit of orcs, obviously uncomfortable in the light, continue on as if doing otherwise would mean their death.
[Naalg(#30358)] As much as the traveling band would prefer to travel unbothered, a contingent of orcs prowl the jagged outcroppings. Standing on the ledge of what appears to be a cave is Naalg. Squinting, holding his hand up to shield his eyes, the Shaman peers down at the thin line of travelers, muttering. "Going to have to fight one by one they are." he says, glancing at one of the orcs that kneels at his side, observing. Naalg shakes his head as he looks to the edge between shadow and sunshine cast by a nearby rock, "And in daylight.... hrmpf...."
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf-king lets out a quick whistle, soft, but sharp, and comes to a stop at his next step, knocking an arrow in his bow.
"Move softly, Naugrim, if you are able for there is a noise ahead--loud enough that it may be another party of your kin."
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari glances behind with irritation at the sharp whistle, then rolls grey eyes over at Frarin. Still, the shorter dwarf of the two slows somewhat, perhaps even making less noise.
[Glugg(#28384)] The highpass is always dangerous the rocks and places to hide and spring traps, and those more insidious upon the mountain often do. A hunched figure moves along from rock to rock. Glugg's eyes narrow at the light of the sun a moment. In his hands a hammer forged strong in the mines. "Gah." he says under his breath pushing forward despite the daylight.
[Ingildur(#4965)] Behind the first elf, another follows, stopping abrubtly as his king does so. From his back Ingildur draws a spear, and leaps lightly up the slope a little, peering ahead, "Not yet in sight - shall I scout forward?" He murmers quietly to the king.
Ranol isn't capable of moving quietly, clad in chain as he is. Only a child draped in holiday bells might be louder. He slows his pace a bit, but continues moving ahead on point to investigate, shield high and sword ready.
[Frarin] Between his irregular limping gait and the thump of the haft of his war hammer upon the stone, Frarin keeps a steady as he tramps up the mountain. But even as he glances up with mild interest again, the Elf-king's whistle and sudden stop draw the silversmith's attention. He too comes to a halt, bringing his hammer up into one hand as he looks ahead, shielding his eyes against the sun. He glances at Thari when the shorter dwarf glances dryly at him, but Frarin is still otherwise, listening. His eyes sweep the rocky slopes, but he has neither the ears nor the eyesight to detect what the elves do, and looks to them instead.
Nob has arrived.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
[Jiatl(#29415)] Unblinking eyes observe, waiting for the moment when blade meets blade. She takes it all in - the travellers, the small units of orcs, those nearer the shade. Resting comfortably, otherwise undisturbed, Jiatl is interested to see just how long both sides will last.
[<#5440>] "
Thari has disconnected.
Glugg moves forward and forward stopping only to peer around from his hidden location to get a better idea of what they are facing. A wicked grin comes to his face eyes glinting with perhaps excitement at all the blood which is to be spent this day.
[<#4965>] "
Naalg shakes his head, it seems the Shaman has a little more tactical sense than your average zealot. "Not our time." he grunts, snorting disdainfully as he turns. The other orcs grumble, shaking their heads as they follow the Shaman deeper into the cave, no doubt disappearing into the Misty Mountains.
[Nob(#16122)] One orc jostles another - deliberately? Who knows. Orc B turns viciously, baring his teeth and sliding his sword up. It hisses in the air Orc A's eyes widen, then narrow to yellow slivers and he yanks his own weapon up - and this small group of baddies may never make it to the fight, for being too busy with their own. But one behind them both snarls and wades forward. He is half a head taller than either of the others, and his mace is spiked with jagged bits of iron and bone. A threatening gesture and the other two turn sullenly forward again.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
[Frarin] Still frowning, Frarin glances at Thari again, then leaves the shorter dwarf to move forward through the thin line of dwarves that has slowed. He approaches where the bear and Elf-king stand, listening to the bear's growls without comprehension. But he eyes them carefully, as if waiting for an explanation.
Jiatl watches the movement near the shadows, her lips twitching into almost a smile as the shaman and the other orcs move deeper into darkness. Blinking once, her gaze moves toward the bickering orcs once more. She tilts her head up slightly, a quick sniff of air come before she lowers her eyes again.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The King offers the mildest shake of his head his eyes fixing upon the growling bear.
But he is not done, for as soon as this gesture is given, he bounds swiftly a few steps higher, up the rocky side of the pass.
As he reaches a height well above the dwarf-folk upon the trail, he lays down both bow and nocked arrow, and, standing erect, casts aside his cloak, the truesilver of his helm and mail glinting in the light, "You are revealed!" his voice rings out across the pass, "Come, or make way, as cowards for your own ilk to slaughter!"
Ranol continues on ahead while the others consult in languages he doesn't understand. But then, he can't really hear the low voices over the wind, jangling of armor, and other sounds anyhow. The black-beared dwarf continues along the path carefully, glancing around frequently, but not having the hearing or the sight that the elves boast. He looks back once when the elf king calls out his challenge.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The King's challenge rings and echoes against the steep cliffs and peaks, so great was his shout.
[Nob(#16122)] The small troop of orcs bump against each other as they stop and stare upwards, mouths hanging open. One, near the middle, looks alarmed another looks downright frightened by the sudden, magical appearance of the great elf lord. But for the most part, the expression on those blackened twisted faces is hunger. Greed. Hatred. A lust for blood stronger than any love ever known. And the pause is but a gathering of strength as the entire group yells and surges forward.
[Ingildur(#4965)] Ingildur chuckles dryly, "Now I can hear them clearly, Lord, you seem to have awakened a hive of very ugly bees." He checks his spear, and arrows carefully, before remarking cheerfully "Let us hope that we are not badly stung - there seem to be many of them."
[Glugg(#28384)] "Cowards." the orc mutters under his breath. Glugg perhaps over loyal or not wishing to anger the much larger figure moves forward careful not to present a target if he can help it till it must be done.
[Frarin] Scowling, Frarin hefts his hammer into both hands, resting the weight of the head in his right hand. He glances ahead to where Ranol continues on, then lifts his voice in a gruff shout. "Ranol!" But even as he does so, an answering series of shouts comes in reply to the Elf-king's challenge, drowning out Frarin's own voice. For a second the silversmith looks back to where Thari stands in the line of dwarves, then sets his jaw and looks forward once more. "Go back to your caves and cower, vermin of the mountains!"
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"There will be one driving them and it is better to face two score beneath the sun, than two dozen in the night," comes the King's quick response, as he bends to retrieve his bow, index finger wrapping around the nocked arrow, the bow is raised quickly, and at the ready.
Jiatl closes her eyes as voices begin to raise, more and more ping here and there off of the rocks and cliffs. The twitch at her mouth turns into a larger flexing of her lips as the moment of contact arrives. She does not signal the orcs with a command or a cry.. A low, rumbling laugh bellows from deep in her gut, thundering along the narrow path. She finally gets to her feet but does not yet approach, still waiting for the blood - whether red or black - to be spilt.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Clattering up the hillside, scattering rocks behind it, the bear makes no attempt at stealth--it clambers up toward where the elf king stands, though not yet reaching that height before the low rumbling begins.
Ranol isn't one to stand around and wait when battle is afoot. He spots the small group of orcs clammoring his way and the dwarf charges forward, sword leading the way. "Goblins spotted here!" He calls to those behind him, then wades in to chop at the closest enemy with the fearlessness that a great many khazas seem to possess.
[Ingildur(#4965)] "Aye, and the pass is too narrow for them to come on at once, two could hold off an army here." The Feredir seems to reach a decision, and slings his spear upon his back, retrieving a longbow, and nocking an arrow.
[Combat(#13388)] Ingildur wields Longbow.
[Frarin] Frarin's eyes dart about the mountainside with a growl, fixing most especially on Ranol at the fore. He looks to Ingildur as the elf and his king both knock arrows to their bows. "Then you mind they do not sweep in from above us, Master Ingildur, and my kin and I shall mind the pass." With a grunt, the silversmith takes off after Ranol, boots sliding on the stone.
[Nob(#16122)] The orc at the head is waving a sword that looks something like a machete, only longer. It is wickedly honed, the edge shining in the daylight, and whistling evily through the thin air. Gurk, for such he calls himself, howls with glee as Ranol's sword slices past his nose, and brings his own weapon over his head, two-handedly chopping down with it, as if the dwarf's head is a particularly nice round of wood.
Ranol isn't to be bested so easily by a mere goblin with only four letters in his name. He throws up his shield to deflect the attack, and tries to step to the side to allow more room to swing his own broadsword at the creature's side. As he attacks again, he calls out a dwarven battlecry.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"What rabble is this? The terror of the Mines of Moria? The great horde of Gundabad? Or simple goblin-scum?" Comes another call from the King, "These few are no hindrance! Their master is the most cowardly, it seems!"
Thus the Elf-king's words ring out again.
[<#5440>] "
[Jiatl(#29415)] "Simple scum, yes.." a dark response rises to the elf, "Still enough for you." The troll watches him, positioned above the small skirmish already in progress. She moves then, just enough so she can be seen by both parties as well as the long-haired heckler.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Another growl from the oversized bear, which seems at a loss of where to turn.
Glugg moves swiftly now a glint in his eyes now that battle is upon them. The smaller orc reaches the front lines hefting up his warhammer into ready position. "We'll see light lovers." the warrior snarls as he attacks.
Glugg attacks Ranol with his War Hammer and moderately wounds it!
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The bear is answered without a word, and the troll, too, receives an answer. For as soon as the creature is in sight, Thranduil looses his arrow, letting it soar high above the fracas below.
While it is still in the air, the King's bow is drawn again, though he holds for a moment.
Thranduil launches an arrow...
Thranduil's bowshot hits Jiatl, mildly wounding her.
[Ingildur(#4965)] An arrow sails into the air, as the Feredir cries out, "Troll, troll, high in the pass!" The arrow flies towards the bulky figure swiftly
Ingildur launches an arrow...
Ingildur's bowshot hits Jiatl, mildly wounding her.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Despite the arrows, the bear rushes forward, seeking to plow into the orcs gathered here, though it does not head directly for the troll. Not yet.
[Frarin] "By the Maker," Frarin curses as he pounds forward, eyes alighting first on the mass of the troll some distance away and second the press of orcs who hurry forward towards the line of dwarves. "Khazad ai-menu!" Hammer swinging, Frarin catches a thin orc with long ears just under the rib cage as he comes to Ranol's side.
Jiatl watches the arrows as the fly, but she does not attempt to move from their arc. She tilts her head as each makes contact with her skin - they linger, but as she moves again they fall to the ground. "Pathetic.." she groans, her eyes suddenly focused on the bear. "Who is the coward?" she calls aloud, taking another step closer to the fights.
[Ranol(#26812)] Recklessness rewards the fool with misfortune. While Ranol is battling with Gurk in front of him, Glugg manages to push in and score a solid blow to his side with the warhammer. The dwarven Huskarl grunts, but shows no fear. Instead, he grins with excitement and swings at Glugg in retaliation, a controlled arc of the broadsword towards the orc's shoulder.
Ranol attacks Glugg with its Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf King laughs, "Then come!" He calls, "Come, and when you arrive, you shall meet steel!"
The next arrow is loosed from his bow, and another is nocked again, in mid-flight.
Thranduil launches an arrow...
Thranduil's bowshot hits Jiatl, mildly wounding her.
[Glugg(#28384)] The orc glints as blood is spelled. Glugg tries to move to the side to avoid the blow but in the gathering cannot do so fast enough he lets out a growl but the wound isn't bad. The warrior is back in quickly enough swiping again at the dwarf.
Glugg attacks Ranol with his War Hammer and lightly wounds it!
[Ingildur(#4965)] Ingildur looses another arrow at the bulky troll, muttering under his breath as his previous arrow was virtually ignored, aiming for the head of the great beast.
Ingildur launches an arrow...
Ingildur's bowshot hits Jiatl, mildly wounding her.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Target chosen and sighted. The bear, despite the arrows, now rushes toward Jiatl, roaring its furious challenge in a series of short growls.
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists, but he misses by a mile.
Jiatl plucks the other arrow from her skin, the tiny tips doing little damage to her thick hide. It snaps between her fingers as she intently watches her orcs, pleased at Glugg's enthusiasm. "Reward for he who brings the most trophies, rats!" her voice calls out to the orcs. She spares a glance toward the elf before a flash of fur catches her eye. "Ahh.." she breathes, turning now as the bear launches toward her.
"A fine pet you would be.." she drones as she turns to face the bear. She reaches slowly for her weapon, inviting it to come toward her again. "Need to be broken in.. come closer, beast.."
[Combat(#13388)] Jiatl wields Rel'Ik.
Ranol tries to bring up his shield in time to block Glugg's next attack, but has a poor angle to work with. The hammer slides to slam against his upper arm, but he doesn't seem terribly hampered by the strike. When he sees Frarin coming up to his side, the dwarf grins and moves in to swing offensively at Glugg, sacrificing defense with the slash at his chest.
Ranol furiously attacks Glugg with its Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
[<#5440>] "
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists and lightly wounds her!
[Ingildur(#4965)] Ingildur chuckles, and switches target as his king closes in on the bear. The dwarves seem too close to the fray to use his bow effectivly, so he puts it upon his back, grasps his spear and runs towards the melee.
[Combat(#13388)] Ingildur slides a spear from a leather holster on his back.
[Frarin] Another orc, this one shorter, rushes at Frarin, but his head flies back as the butt of the silversmith's hammer punches into his jaw, rending the sound of cracking as the orc's jaw breaks. "Come on, you bloody cowards, send me something worth fighting!" Frarin growls, the head of his hammer sweeping the orc with the broken jaw to the ground with another crack of broken bone.
Jiatl hisses at the contact of claws to skin, and laughs again as she glances down to see thin lines of blood forming. "Good..good" she croons, gripping the weapon tightly in her fist as she steps toward the bear. The club shifts the air around her as it sweeps toward its ribs.
Jiatl attacks Mobeorn with her Club, but she misses by a handspan.
[Glugg(#28384)] The orc laughs as even through the light he strikes true again. "Need to do better than that." Glugg calls as the next strike comes at him he moves to defend but alas he is hit again not bad another gash he growls in anger and lashes out with the spiked end this time at the dwarf.
Glugg attacks Ranol with his War Hammer and moderately wounds it!
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Twisting and turning with a speed that belies its size, the bear scoots out of the way of the club, coming around to the troll's back and trying again, this time trying to rip at the back of the creature's legs.
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists, but he misses by a handspan.
Ranol grunts again as the spike punches into his chain shirt, breaking a few links and leaving a bleeding wound behind his beard. The Huskarl growls and rushes forward again with another reckless, sweeping stroke of the broadsword, "Gladly!" The khazad is fearless, perhaps foolishly so.
Ranol furiously attacks Glugg with its Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
Glugg strikes and jumps back snarling as he is hit black blood leaks lightly from the gashes, but still standing this tough mountain warrior. "Not good enough." he grins and dashes back in and swipes again at the dwarf.
Glugg attacks Ranol with his War Hammer and mildly wounds it!
[Frarin] Another orc thuds to the ground as Frarin's hammer crashes into its exposed knee, and when the silversmith properly disposes of the beast with a second blow to the head, he is finally at Ranol's side. "Y'fool lad," is all Frarin grits out once he reaches his fellow dwarf, but then the silversmith swings at Glugg, the head of his hammer flying for the orc's left hip.
You attack Glugg with your War Hammer...
[Combat(#13388)->Frarin]
Your attack against Glugg badly wounds him!
[Ingildur(#4965)] Towards the troll, Ingildur runs, thrusting his spear towards the behomoth's chest but keeping well back, hopefully out of reach of it's mighty strength.
Ingildur attacks Jiatl with his Spear, but he misses by a long shot.
Jiatl does not speak, and watches the bear come at her again. A coordinated move shifts her from the attack, but she sweeps toward the beast with her club again. The attack on the bear draws her away from the point of the spear, and she glances toward Ingildur only after the sweep of her club moves for its target.
Jiatl attacks Mobeorn with her Club, but Mobeorn parries the attack with his Beijabar Fists!
[Ranol(#26812)] The next blow from the hammer is glancing, and Ranol shrugs it off. As Frarin joins him against the orc, the scowl on his face deepens. "I'm fine!" He snaps in retort, then slashes at Glugg again. His strike is more reserved this time, though. The scrutiny of the older dwarf isn't completely ignored.
Ranol attacks Glugg with its Short Broadsword and moderately wounds him!
[Combat(#13388)] Thranduil smoothly draws the ancient blade Endumegil from its scabbard.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
The bear keeps moving, weaving this way and that, and when the club sweeps its way, it brushes close to its snout, so that it has to push it away with its paw. It turns, moving still, back and forth, waiting for an opening to attack again while the elves engage the beast.
Glugg strikes, but his focus on the first dwarf is paid for dearly as he is hit hard warmer and grimy flesh is pierced. He hows with pain and blood flows from this wound even as he is hit again. The warriors eyes gleam with anger as he changes targets striking out for the new arrival.
Glugg attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
[Thranduil(#5440)] The King of the Elves does not hold himself far away, instead throwing himself against the troll, slashing with a short, powerful stroke towards the troll's midsection.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.
[Frarin] Frarin lifts his arms and skirts back a step as Glugg's blade whistles by, nearly nicking the front of his surcoat. "No blood for you today, orc," the silversmith growls in return, sweeping his hammer up under the orc's sword arm towards his elbow.
You attack Glugg with your War Hammer...
[Combat(#13388)->Frarin]
Your attack against Glugg severely wounds him!
Naalg works his way up the treacherous western slope...
Naalg has left.
Ranol is about to step in and swing at Glugg again, but Frarin is in the way now and there are other orcs pressing in. The huskarl turns away, leaving the Barazin to finish off the other opponent and he rushes at a new one. Fiercely, Ranol hacks at a goblin, catching a lucky strike that takes the creature's hand clear off at the elbow.
Jiatl stalks the moves of the bear, and catches the swift approach of the elf from the corner of her eye. She turns to meet him, only barely managing to avoid the slice from his gleaming sword. "Sneak attack?" she muses in a low voice, the grip tightening on her club again, "You fight like an orc! Join me, elf.." charging toward him now, her attack sweeps toward Thranduil's belly.
Jiatl attacks Thranduil with her Club and moderately wounds him!
[Ingildur(#4965)] Jabbing again, Ingildur stays far back, crouched and ready to dodge if needed. This blow is aimed at the troll's arms, keeping the spear high and defensive.
Ingildur attacks Jiatl with his Spear and mildly wounds her!
Glugg is struck again this time knocked back some hitting a rock. "Ah'ha this one knows how to play." he is wounded, but spurred by bloodlust. The warrior moves back in to attack one again at the dwarf.
Glugg attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and you parry his attack with your War Hammer!
[Thranduil(#5440)]
Bruised by the blow, but unbent, the King of the Nandor is brushed aside by the weight of the club and the strength of its wielder. Lashing out as he is swept away from Ingildur and the bear, his blade arcs out again, in a backhanded stroke towards the hand that holds the crude weapon.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] Seeing that even the elves cannot fend off this beast of a troll, Mobeorn waits for a moment and tries to spring in again, coming at the troll on its flanks, with a roar made up of no word-like sounds this time.
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists, but Jiatl parries the attack with her Club!
[Frarin] Frarin meets Glugg's attack with a clang of metal on metal, pushing the orc's sword away with a growl. "To play and to win," he says through clenched teeth, noting Ranol only for a second when the huskarl moves on to another opponent. Then with another upward sweep of his hammer, Frarin aims the cruel spiked end of the head at the side of Glugg's thigh.
You attack Glugg with your War Hammer...
[Combat(#13388)->Frarin]
Your attack against Glugg terribly wounds him!
[Glugg(#28384)] The orc is beaten badly already the next hit knocks him to the ground a horrible wound opening on his leg. Glugg's breath is shallow and it seems his last energy is spent on a flailing swing at the dwarf attacker.
Glugg furiously attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 7 hp's by Glugg's attack...
...you have 90 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
Ranol is still fighting, cutting down another goblin after a few swings. He's taken a couple of cuts further himself, and now the Huskarl is starting to show some restraint in the battle as his wounds begin to add up.
[Frarin] The spike of the orc's hammer catches Frarin just below the knee, under the protection of his long hauberk, and he momentarily stalls as he switches to his other leg to step forward over Glugg. A blotch of blood appears, but Frarin delays none in swinging the head of his hammer down towards Glugg's collarbone.
You attack Glugg with your War Hammer...
You have defeated Glugg!
[Combat(#13388)] Glugg's shield "Wooden Shield" falls to the ground...
[Combat(#13388)] Glugg's weapon "War Hammer" falls to the ground...
[Combat(#13388)->Frarin]
Your attack against Glugg fatally wounds and defeats him!
Jiatl feels the pinch at her arm, and glances toward the spear as it nudges her. She laughs, and ignores the fight beyond the three nearest her now. Her face contorts with a mix of hatred and anticipation as she first sweeps her club toward the arms holding the spear. Not wishing to wait, she pushing herself forward now, and uses the momentum of her turn away from the spearman to swing the weapon back toward the bear's head.
Jiatl attacks Ingildur with her Club and badly wounds him!
Jiatl attacks Mobeorn with her Club and moderately wounds him!
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
THe club bites, sinking into bear flesh and sending the beast rolling backwards down the hill, where it scrambles hurriedly, trying to get to its feet. Some blood stains its flanks.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The King takes the chance, as the troll turns. Planting both feet, his sword is raised high above his head and grasping the hilt with both hands, he plunges it forward, aiming squarely at the small of the creature's back.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword, but Jiatl parries the attack with her Club!
[Ingildur(#4965)] The troll's strike smashes through Ingildur's defense, batting the spear aside easily and crashing down onto his left arm. He cries out in pain as a gash is opened along his left forearm, tearing the chain mail. A nasty blow, within a hair's edge of breaking his arm, but not enough to end Ingildur's resistance, he thrusts again with his spear, held only in one hand, towards the troll.
Ingildur attacks Jiatl with his Spear, but he misses by an arm's length.
Jiatl's nose curls as she watches the blood come from the bear, enjoying the mingling scent. The spear misses its mark as she moves away now, returning her attention toward the sword. The attack does not go unnoticed, and the club is brought up again in a low arch intended to connect with his legs.
Jiatl attacks Thranduil with her Club and badly wounds him!
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The King is stung again by the weighted club, and this time is sent staggering to his left. the links of truesilver mail, however, hold fast, and though he tumbles, he rolls landing with his foot planted firmly against a stone, the King swings out again, staying bent into a low crouch, he aims for the troll's lower leg.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword and lightly wounds her!
Ranol finishes off another orc, and now the khazad is backing off, letting others get into the fray. He's not critical, but definitely could use a bandage or two when the dust settles. He watches Frarin finish off Glugg, then steps further back, looking around to check and make sure no one is badly wounded near him.
[<#4965>] Ingildur edges around the troll towards his king, "
Ingildur attacks Jiatl with his Spear, but he misses by a mile.
[Frarin] Frarin straightens, hefting his hammer up once Glugg is despatched of and seeking out other orcs. He is not long wanting, for another rushes to fill the narrow gap of the pass, a hooked blade with a missing tip slicing towards Frarin. It catches the silversmith across the forearm, dragging a thin line of blood before Frarin is able to right himself again and swing the spike of his hammer at the orc's hip. The crunch of shattered bone follows.
Jiatl's leg throbs again with yet another attack. Thick blood oozes from the small wound left behind by the sword. She barely manages to avoid another attack from the spear, and she turns then to face him. Another swing of her club comes down toward his shoulder as if she means to hammer him into the earth. Not wanting to offer her back to the swordsman for too long, she shifts again and charges..swinging the club across from left to right toward his ribs.
Jiatl attacks Ingildur with her Club and mortally wounds him!
Jiatl attacks Thranduil with her Club, but she misses by a mile.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Though wounded, the bear staggers back up the mountain, coming again to the area where the elves besiege the troll. The bear waits.
[<#5440>]
"
Driving himself back upwards, he again whips his blade towards the weapon-arm of the troll once again.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword and mildly wounds her!
[Ingildur(#4965)] The club shatters bone and flesh as the Feredir misjudges the Troll's attack, crumpling under the ferocious blow and falling to one side as a tree felled. He rolls down the valley a little way, fetching up against a rock with one arm hanging useles by his side, ribs cracked and his other bleeding still from his previous blow. Ingildur moves his good arm feebly, winces and then passes out swiftly.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists and lightly wounds her!
Jiatl's hand grips hard against the weapon as the sword connects. She starts to move again toward the swordsman only to be blocked by an attack from the bear. The vicious smile returns, and she changes her attention toward the beast. "Pet.." she whispers, taunting as the club swings down toward his massive shoulders.
[Frarin] Other dwarves push towards the fore of the line, thoroughly blocking the narrow path against the onslaught of the orcs. Frarin's hammer swings amidst a chorus of snaps and crunches as sweat beads upon his brow, running together with the blood and dirt of battle.
Jiatl attacks Mobeorn with her Club, but Mobeorn parries the attack with his Beijabar Fists!
[Thranduil(#5440)]
Thranduil does not pause, though his gaze follows the falling figure of the King's Hunter. As the troll twists around and strikes downwards towards the shapeshifter the Elf's blade is drawn back, held before him as he guards his own battered torso. Taking a step towards the monster's back, he strikes out again, the blade aimed to slice across the troll's thickly armoured back.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword, but Jiatl parries the attack with her Club!
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Again the bear manages to push away the club with a large clawed paw, snorting as it rushes by the troll. He, too, seeks out the beast's back, trying to drive claws into the troll's legs.
Mobeorn attacks Jiatl with his Beijabar Fists, but Jiatl parries the attack with her Club!
Jiatl turns, the movements of the bear, troll and elf like a macabre dance. The troll does not bother to check the status of the small band of orcs, leaving them to their win or to their deaths. She pushes forward again, the club swinging first toward the bear, intent on connecting with his head this time. The troll's eyes flinch as she turns to bring the club swinging toward the swordsman again soon after.
Jiatl attacks Mobeorn with her Club, but she misses by a handspan.
Jiatl attacks Thranduil with her Club, but she misses by an arm's length.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
The bear runs forward, barely getting out of the way of the club in time, but it works--the weapon goes whooshing over its back. Still, the momentum carries him further away from the troll, and the injury to his flank slows his ability to get back into the fight immediately.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The king lets out a shout in his own tongue once again, deftly stepping back, out of the way of the swinging club, before lunging forward with a thrust, now, aimed upwards, into the chest of the mighty beast.
Thranduil attacks Jiatl with his Longsword, but Jiatl parries the attack with her Club!
Jiatl's gaze follows the beast for a moment before the elf's attack pulls her back. Facing him once more, she falls into a stance. The contorted smile returns and she points toward him with her club. "You are alone..". Gripping the weapon, the wood creaks loudly beneath her hold as she waits, allowing the next move to be his.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"But I am the swifter for it," The King replies, a glance over his shoulder accompanying his backward step, and revealing that the melee below is ended, "Your goblins are routed, fly back to your cave, giant! For the King of the Elves is come into the high pass, in these days!"
With those parting words, the King makes a leap, back towards the rocky cliff-face that he navigated to reach the troll, back towards his short, stout, companions.
[Combat(#13388)]
Thranduil dodges aside Jiatl, and manages to escape!
Thranduil picks his way eastwards.
Thranduil has left.
[Mobeorn(#22365)]
Seeing the elf king turn tail and run..or so it might seem..the injured bear does not stick around. It heads east, following the elf, but in a less nimble and fleet-footed manner.
[Combat(#13388)]
Mobeorn tries to flee from Jiatl, but he fails!
Mobeorn picks his way eastwards.
Mobeorn has left.
Jiatl does not shadow her opponents, but watches them until they are out of sight. It is then that she looks toward the carnage left behind by the dwarves and orcs. Moving toward the bodies, she grabs a couple by the limbs and leaves the rest to serve as a warning. One last look around before the troll moves further down the path and into the dark of night.
Jiatl works her way up the treacherous western slope...
Jiatl has left.
Players: Ranol, Frarin, Mobeorn, Thranduil, Ingildur, Jiatl, Thari, Naalg, Glugg
