(Archive) The Fellowship of the Sword 39 - Captured!

Mal Taurduin, edge of the forest

Just west of here rises an wall of tall, dark trees, the inpenetrable edge of Mirkwood forest, once the bright and beautiful Greenwood the Great. The path here travels east and west, seeming broad and well cared for to the former and rarely travelled in the latter direction. It is damp and warm under your feet, and the late night air under the looming eaves of the forest is mild. The path drops down a small steep bank to the south as the Taurduin emerges from the forest, its waters laughing cheerfully as they chase their way around the southerly bend in their course.

Somewere in the distance you hear a merry song and laughter.

A few bright stars can be glimpsed twinkling merrily through the trees, indicating that the sky overhead is clear.

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Dark is the night, the stars few in number, sparkling their silver light. Still the silvery glimmerings are clearly visible for the sky is clear and near cloudless... Not only lights find their way up in the sky, nay, for amongst the trees a tiny flame moves silently, coming nearer and nearer.

A closer look shows a young lad, clad in blue and white, garment torned and stenched with dark red. Two bandages surround his figure, one on his left shoulder, another around his chest. Tis clear the lad walking here was injured. Blue eyes keenly pierce the nightly air arround him, standing silent near a tree, he observes the area before him...

[Maernus(#17520)] Moving with the other man is a white-clad man. He strides tall, though he limps from some old wound. He holds a torch in one hand, his other upon his hilt. The man's dark eyes piercing into the night as he paranoidly glances all over, never keeping his eyes upon one spot for very long.

[Morrandir(#24549)] Trailing behind the pair is another man, clad all in black save for the tunic beneath his cloak. This he pulls tight about him as he walks, the other arm remains tucked beneath. He looks about him, constantly glancing to his rear.

Grave stands the young lad, sullen blue his eyes, it being Rowaen, here to visit places holding dark memories. For t'was on this here place all of his wounds where dealt. Orcs apparently moving here oftly, that fact perhaps making the decision to come just here, one foolish and without clear thought. Still they came, Rowaen walking about silently, only briefly glancing to the two men behind him. Intens is the glance that goes round, taking in every tree, bush...

"T'was here... all seems quiet enough now."

[Maernus(#17520)] "The goblins can quiet, keep your eyes in you." The harsh whisper of the second warrior doesn't carry far, he makes nay a noise as he deftly draws forth his sword. He glances around, he glances towards the other two for a moment before continueing his own vigil of the forest.

[Morrandir(#24549)] The third man, Morrandir looks about him, straying a little from the group as he scans the ground. "I still think I should have killed that accursed thing." he mutters. Walking across to Rowaen, he whispers, "Remember how the orc simply vanished? There was no way that creature could have got away by itself. It was bleeding from at least two dozen nasty wounds. They could be anywhere..."

[Porcelina(#24523)] The darkness of the night conceals all, the chittering of birds to the slithery movements of the serpents upon the ground. Though humans require light, the darkspawn of Sauron require none, their eyes and their souls intent upon the darkness that has spawned them, a hatred of light instilled in their minds. Two uruks patrol the woods, their bodies quietly moving amongst the dead leaves, intent upon silence as they approach the light that humans carry. A silent hiss is directed at the second in the party as the first spots movement behind the lights.

[Maernus(#17520)] "Be careful, prepare yourself." Maernus stops for a few seconds to ready his shield, then he follows after Rowaen, his eyes seemingly sucking the light out of the surrounding air. He walks less stealthily than the other two, but still skillfullly if inherit abilty seems lacking.

[Kormak(#29932)] Walking through the darkness of this night, a form was moving with another into the forest. The darkness, illuminated by two bloody red eyes, following the vision of a bloody sword, the form is making his way, slowly but carefully. Each sound that emanate of the mysterious beast, into the darkness of this night, seem to be covered with a kind of determination to not be hear from anybody around. Slicing some trees on his way, the beast just hold some dangerous weapons.

[Morrandir(#24549)] "You sense something Maernus?" Morrandir draws his sword slowly, and looks about into the shadows. Noticing the two red eyes, his body goes rigid. "We have company my friends." He says with a wry grin. "More glorious combat in the Prince's name..." He steps back, watching the other two squires and awaiting a command.

Weary, and dark Rowaen turns, slowly, almost unwilling. Only a few words he speaks, voice growling... "Tis this place! It has to contain some sort of curse... what is it that draws the dark ones here." Then he aswell readies himself, eyes turning cold as ice, Maegalfuur freed from his sheath, vividly glimmering in the silvery light of the stars.

[Maernus(#17520)] Harsh seems the voice of Maernus, "Have you not heard, Morrandir? I always expect combat, why else would I have come here?" He glances around, putting his torch into the earth, so as not to burn the forest and so not to interfere with him. He prepares his equipment, trying to peirce the trees with his eyes to see the enemy.

[<#29932>] Suddenly, as the voice of the two humans reaches the ears of the beast, a little gruth can be here through this dark night not even enough to be noticed but just enough to scare any lit' elf. Within a second, from the moment, where the peace was ruling this place, to the moment, a large shape goes out of the forest, a loudly voice yells into the air with some words that sound like old speech,"" Running through the darkness, out off the wood, a beast a tall uruk, runs in the direction of Maernus, a sword raised into the air. As the beast approaches, he swings his scimitar, from the top of his head, down to the shoulder of the human.

Kormak attacks Maernus with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.

[Morrandir(#24549)] Morrandir gasps as the brute appears, and launches itself at Maernus. He readies his sword and charges the creature.

"Amroth for Gondor!"

The standard battle-cry of The Order of the Swan echoes far into the night.

Morrandir attacks Kormak with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

[Porcelina(#24523)] Stealth was never the she-uruks best attribute, and as the humans notice her, she once more consigns the multitude of noises which make her visible to those of more insight than she to the pits of the Darklord for all eternity. A savage warcry starts within her throat, as she charges into battle, stealth forgotten, her only wish to kill the tarks, as she has been ordered. The open mouthed expression upon her face lacks any thought, as she singles out the tark, Rowaen, to be her first kill.

[<#17520>] Luck shining upon the human he spots the orc barely soon enough to get clear of the attack of the goblin. " For Amroth! For Gondor! For Glory!" Maernus heavily swings his sword trying to come down on the goblin's arm while it is still extended.

Maernus attacks Kormak with his Longsword, but Kormak parries the attack with his shield!

[Kormak(#29932)] Being trying to avoid any hit from the two humans who were standing, the large uruk just moves his sword up at the attack of the human. Unsuccessfully, the sword hit the rakarg near the left arm. blood falling down, with a painful yell, the uruk just moves his sword into the air, his right arm raised. Turning his head rapidly to the one who attacked him but missed, Kormak just swings his blade, hardly but with a good precision, down to the shoulder of the human like he did previously to the other one.

Kormak attacks Morrandir with his Scimitar, but Morrandir parries the attack with his Longsword!

With apparent difficulty, Rowaen raises his shield, the bandage on his left arm moved, causing a grunt of pain to leave his lips. Brief he glances towards his fellow squires, seeing both attacking one of the orc's. How Rowaen blinks twice, standing for a moment surprised, as a female orc now comes bashing forward to his person. A moment the lad seems in doubt, yet then awareness returns to the blue eyes, the young Nimothan stepping forward, blade held up high. There the glimmering steel comes down, near the orc's stomach, though Rowaen's shield does not stay too far behind...

"Nimothan!" is his cry of battle.

You attack Porcelina with your Longsword...
Your attack against Porcelina badly wounds her!

[Morrandir(#24549)] Morrandir fiercly batters away the incoming scimitar. He wears no shield, his left shoulder injured. His sword must take on the task of attacking and defending. Stepping back he srikes once again, this time aiming for the creatures neck.

Morrandir attacks Kormak with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

[Porcelina(#24523)] The ring mail protects most of the attack, though blood does spill, the orcs stomach, punctured by the human. A cry of anger echoes throughout the area as the she-uruk looks to her enemy, growled words upon her lips, "I shall take your ears for my necklace, and take your genitals for my snaga! We shall feast upon your sensitive parts until the darkness has consumed your soul!" The barbed axe of orcish make swings up from the uruks shoulder, to hang in the air, a single second of stopped time, before it plunges down, aiming for the humans legs, seeking to disable the human and go to the Rakargs aid.

Porcelina attacks you with her Battle Axe!...
...and she misses!

[Maernus(#17520)] Watching Morrandir, Maernus swings his sword low attempting to hit the enemy's knees. "Prepare to meet your maker, scum!" He seems to be growing in his bloodlust, his eyes now gleaming rather than absorbing light. The sword Myrkridia dashing towards her its foe.

Maernus attacks Kormak with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

[Kormak(#29932)] Trying to avoid the sword one more time of the human(Morrandir), Kormak steps back, leaving the way of the sword that was going to him. As another sword flies to him, Kormak tries to avoid it, and successfully do it by jumps near the human. Raising his sword again into the air, prepared to attack or even knock one of those two to the ground, the rakarg swings his sword, down to the left side of the human he attacked previously.

Kormak attacks Morrandir with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!

[Morrandir(#24549)] Morrandir grunts as the scimitar slices through his left shoulder. His beautiful Sable cloak is slashed, and stained with his own blood. "That was a gift to me from Steward Denethor of Gondor!" roars Morrandir, seemingly more worried about his clothes than his wound. He lashes out viciously at the orc...

Morrandir attacks Kormak with his Longsword, but Kormak parries the attack with his Scimitar!

[Porcelina(#24523)] A smile alights the she-uruks face as she moves forward, keeping pace with the human, not wishing her prize to leave her sight. A quick glance at the accursed light and a snarl mars the beasts visage, though the cunning look in her eyes does not disipate, "Bah, light is why uruk miss, no miss now tark-whore!" Once more, the axe strikes for the legs, this time seeking to go behind, and then hook back, allowing a barb to enter the flesh, and tear the muscle within.

Porcelina attacks you with her Battle Axe!...
...and she hits! Ouch!

[Maernus(#17520)] "You dare to injure a friend of Amroth? Prepare to die scum?!" Maernus swings wildly at the orc, not really aiming his swing it aims towards the beasts midsection. He seems to be rather outstretched in doing so, however.

Maernus attacks Kormak with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

[Kormak(#29932)] As the human who he attacked few seconds before, another sword flies to the uruk. Blocking it hardly with his own scimitar, the beast moves his sword up, taking away the one he blocked. Moving rapidly with a little jump, Kormak tries to avoid the blade of the human but fails. Cursing for a second, Kormak just seems to feel the pain running into his wounded side.. Kormak raises his voices and yells before to attack back,"HOOMAN DEAD!" Without anymore hesitation, the beast swings his scimitar down to the left shoulder of the human, trying to hurt him enough to knock him down.

Kormak attacks Morrandir with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!

Speaking of light being their ally, how it seems to betray Rowaen now, for the blow connects... A cry of agony leaves the lips of the young squire, flesh being torned by the sharp battle axe, not bothered by armor. A huge gap forms right above the right knee of the young Blue Squire, blood spreading in an alarming rate. Biting his lips, Rowaen staggers backwards, unable to move his right leg... Heavy he stands, grasping for breath, sweatdrops forming upon his forehead. So perhaps sudden his attack might seem, Maegalfuur thrusted forward, Rowaen shouting a fierce cry, not clear whether in rage or in pain...

You attack Porcelina with your Longsword...
Your attack against Porcelina badly wounds her!

[Morrandir(#24549)] A scream of pain escapes from Morrandir's lips as the scimitar slices a huge gash from his shoulder to the elbow. The blood flows freely, and Morrandir almost falls. "Curse...you..." he mutters, giving the orc a half-hearted stab.

Morrandir attacks Kormak with his Longsword, but Kormak parries the attack with his Scimitar!

[<#17520>] Pressing still his attack, Maernus seems to regain some composure as he swings in a more deffensive manner. " Morrandir?! Are you ok? What of Rowaen?" His swing then strikes forth to attack the goblins nether-regions.

Maernus attacks Kormak with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

[Kormak(#29932)] Again, the heavy beast just blocks a hit that was coming to him, via the sword of the human. Pulling back his scimitar from the one he blocked, Kormak just turns back, trying to not be hit by the other sword like the other times. Moving his body to his right, Kormak avoids the other blade easily. As he swings his sword, he faints to hit the one who just tried but turns on his feet and swings at the one he was attacking since few minutes.

Kormak attacks Morrandir with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!

[Porcelina(#24523)] The humans sword bites like a wasp, sinking into the belly of the orcess once more, more blood flowing from the already torn flesh. The orc backs off now, giving herself more room to swing her grotesque weapon, more respectful of the creature before her. Turning her side to face Rowaen, the axe is raised again into the air, this time coming down, aiming for the humans neck or collarbone.

Porcelina attacks you with her Battle Axe!...
...and you parry her attack with your Longsword!

[Morrandir(#24549)] Morrandir manages to remain silent as the blade cuts into his side, an area which his shield would have covered. He grits his teeth, and glances down at his bloodied arm. The blood is streaming down his arm, and dripping off his hand. He looks away with a frown, and says "I can not fight on much longer...too much blood..." He swings at the orc once more.

Morrandir attacks Kormak with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

Bothered by his heavily bleeding leg, Rowaen still succeeds in parrying the attack, taking care to place the force of the blow on his left, still unharmed leg. The other remains limp, only the slightest movement causing the lad to bite his lips in agony. So no grin comes when he parries. Maegalfuur coming across with the Battle Axe, a firm push Rowaen gives the orc before him, a thrust following, one high, near the orc's uggly face...

As Rowaen attacks, he fails not in hearing the words Morrandir speaks, grunting he speaks a reply, eyes still upon his own opponent. "Maernus! Can you walk?!"

You attack Porcelina with your Longsword...
Your attack against Porcelina moderately wounds her!

[Maernus(#17520)] "Curse ... you! Curse ... you!" Maernus swings wildly again, speech coming ineasily for him now. He aims for the goblin's neck. "Yes... Rowaen!" The swing is quick and hard. His legs are impositioned and his shield arm unreadied.

Maernus attacks Kormak with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

[Kormak(#29932)] As he was paying anymore attention to the one he swings his sword previously, Kormak sees at the last second a blade coming to him. Moving down rapidly, the rakarg avoids the dangerous sword. Turning his attention back to the other opponent, Kormak avoids the other blade again. Not easily as the other one but enough to not be hurt. Turning his blade and his body back to the one he was fighting since a good moment, Kormak swings his sword, down with all his strength to the left shoulder of the human.

Kormak attacks Morrandir with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!

[Porcelina(#24523)] As the blade of the human streaks through the air, it's point sharp and flickering in the torches light, the Logaz Porcelina reacts to slowly. Perhaps dazzled by the light, the creature does not move fast enough to completely dispell the attacks force, and it does hit, sliding, from the top of her forehead to her chin, straight over her left eyeball. As the point slices the gelatin mass, it explodes, showering the human and orcess in puss-like substance. The she-uruk's face disintegrates into a collection of pain and anger, her only thought the destruction of the creature who has cost her half her sight. The axe swings low, seeking to come in under the rib, the orcesses full power behind it.

Porcelina attacks you with her Battle Axe!...
...and she misses!

[Morrandir(#24549)] Always the left shoulder. Another slice is added to the horrid mess that was once Morrandir's shoulder. "Curse you and your foul kind! I..." he shouts, his voice trailing off at the end. He staggers, almost falling over. He swings wildly, not even looking at the orc, still concentrating on his arm.

Morrandir attacks Kormak with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

[Maernus(#17520)] "Run Morrandir" Maernus steps closer to Morrandir, "I'll hold him off." He seems to be regaining himself again, he makes an extremely defensive assult towards nearest part of the goblin to position himself.

Maernus attacks Kormak with his Longsword, but he misses by a long shot.

[Kormak(#29932)] One more time, the rakarg avoids the blade of the human that he was fighting since a while. Turning back as he feels something that would go worst, Kormak moves his sword at the height of his chest, ready to avoid an attack. This time again, a human missed his chance to hit the uruk. As he avoided the sword one more time, the smith makes a step back, and with his powerful arms, he tries to stab the other human, directly on his chest near the heart is.

Kormak attacks Maernus with his Scimitar and lightly wounds him!

"Then leave!" shouts Rowaen, jumping sideways to avoid the battle axe going for his chest. Again the axe misses it's intented target, though the moment Rowaen lands on both legs another cry of pain is his, for force comes upon the badly injured right leg, causing a surge of pain. Eyes shut tight, biting his lips not to scream out, Rowaen seeks support against a nearbye standing tree. As he opens his eyes again, he searches for his comrads. There the blue eyes fall upon the severly injured figure of Morrandir, seeing the squire not able to make another strike... A decision the Blue Squire seems to make, nodding his head firmly, standing grim."Maernus, Morrandir can not run by his own, go with him! Support him and return to the camp, he needs aid! I shall hold them here! Now GO!" With all his might Rowaen staggers the few metres that seperate him fom the other orc, Maegalfuur raised high. Down it comes in fury, an attempt to distract the orc from the other two squires.

Rowaen attacks Kormak with his Longsword, but Kormak parries the attack with his Scimitar!

[Morrandir(#24549)] "Thankyou Maernus, I shall..." gasps Morrandir, staggering back from the orc. "But let no man say I was a coward this day..." He makes to leave, but upon hearing Rowaen's words Morrandir calls out to the Nimothan, yet with great difficulty. "Are you mad Rowaen? You will be killed!" He sheaths his still bloodied sword and clutches his wound.

[Porcelina(#24523)] Still angered by the blood lust, the she-uruk gives no quarter, entirely intent upon her target. Moving up behind the human, she quickly shouts to the Rakarg, "If you touch this one, I shall take your head as well, it is mine!" The axe is brought back, then sent with bone breaking speed for the back of Rowaens legs, aiming the flat of the blade to strike the foolish tarks pegs.

Porcelina attacks you with her Battle Axe!...
...and she hits! Ouch!

[Maernus(#17520)] Standing firm against the goblin, "I can not abandon you Rowaen..." He glances towards Morrandir. He seems to struggle between staying or helping Morrandir, he stands at the ready taking a few steps towards Morrandir but not decively doing either.

[Kormak(#29932)] Taking a step forward, preparing for another attack to the human, a blade flies to the uruk. Moving his sword up, he easily blocks the blow, pushing lot of pressure on the longsword of the human. Turning on his feet on more time, Kormak takes a rapid glance over the two who seem to want to leave, taking a step to them, Kormak swings his sword to the chest of Maernus, as he tries to slash him.

Kormak attacks Maernus with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.

"GO!" comes the grunt, Rowaen standing ready to defend after his strike is delivered, yet unaware he seems of his former foe, she drawing near from behind, blow not witnessed by the young Nimothan. Tis so that once more steel finds it's way in the flesh being his right leg... If there was some feeling still left within, none remains now, leg unable to move even the slightest. Not able to keep his balance on one leg alone, Rowaen falls down to his knees. Yet still he speaks to his fellow squires. "I ORDER you to go! Two lives are more worth then one, I can not walk, this place shall not be left by me! Our only hope is more aid, Maernus use your sense! Take Morrandir and GO!.... NIMOTHAN!" Still fierce the lad is, Maegalfuur brought down with force to the legs of the orcs before him, Rowaen not quite ready to admit defeat.

You attack Kormak with your Longsword...
Kormak dodges your attack.

[Morrandir(#24549)] Morrandir is too badly wounded to argue with the Nimothan, and simply hobbles away on his own. He does not bother to wait for Maernus, and slowly makes his way back eastward towards Celebannon, leaving a trail of blood as he does so. Just before he disappears over the crest of a small knoll he turns, and holds high his sword in a salute to his comrades. Then, he is gone.

[Maernus(#17520)] "As you wish Rowaen, I will bring word to our brethren." Maernus calls behind himself as he starts after Morrandir. "I will return for you Rowaen, count upon that." He sheathes his sword, a bleeding wound upon the arm that does so. He helps Morrandir when he reaches him.

[Porcelina(#24523)] Orcs are not usually amazed, a dull life it is they lead, yet now an expression of amazement does truly spread itself upon Porcelina's face, as she watches the human sacrifice his own life to save the others, and truly fight beyond all realms of physicality. Raising her axe, she throws a glance to the smith, before bringing it down, flat bladed, upon the humans head, attempting to knock him out, and take this one alive.

Porcelina attacks you with her Battle Axe!...
...and she misses!

[Kormak(#29932)] One more time, as a blade was coming to his back, Kormak seems to feel something something strange into him that made him step a bit forward. By luck, the rakarg avoid the the blade that moved near his leg. With a rapid move to his right, Kormak tries to stab the human, directly into the lower part of his chest, trying to knock him down finally pulling all his strength on his blade, a loudly gruth just flies out of his mouth.

Kormak attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he misses!

A relieving glance comes to Rowaen's eyes, catching a glimpse of both his friends taking their leave, hearing their words... Yet much time he is given naught, for there more strikes are made! Rowaen unable to rise to his feet, seeing no other way to dodge then rolling on his side. With his left leg he gives the soil a firm push, rolling to the right of the orcs. Luck is his with such a decision, for as the female orc attacks, the other makes an attempt aswell, both blows dodged. Though before rolling out of their reach, the young Nimothan makes another strike, low, again aiming for legs to come in the path of the steel.

Rolling further he comes to a halt against the base of a tree. Determance mixed with hatred glimmers within the normally so calm blue of his eyes, Rowaen pulling himself up now, eyes glancing somewhat nervously between the two being his foes...

You attack Kormak with your Longsword...
Kormak dodges your attack.

[<#29932>] As the sword of the human goes back to his body, Kormak makes an agile step to his left, at the same time as he raises his sword into the darkness of the night. Within a second, his sword flies down to the head of the human, as the rakarg tries to knock him down and finish this combat. As his own sword was moving into the air, Kormak yells loudly something in a strange language,""

Kormak attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

[Porcelina(#24523)] Her wounded belly still flows blood most vile, her eye oozing pustulent gas as she looks to the human, and the uruk. "Rakarg, I told you, to stand down. This one is finished, and I take him as my prisoner." Swinging the axe in a sideways arc for the humans side, she grins, hoping the armour will protect him from to much damage.

Porcelina attacks you with her Battle Axe!...
...and she hits! Ouch!

Bloodied and battered the squire stands, leaning heavily against the tree behind him. Not much strength is still his, two strikes being delivered, the first by the male orc. Only barely Rowaen succeeds in ducking, steel cleaving into his already bandaged left shoulder. More blood flows, old wounds ripped open once more... So he falls again on his knees, keeping himself from the ground only by his hands... Yet then there comes another strike, one from the female orc. Steel bites it's way through the white tunic, almost fully red, pierces studded leather and strikes flesh... Tis the last blow needed for Rowaen, now drained completely of all his strength. Flat he falls upon his stomach, a pile of blood forming under his havened figure. Weakly the right hand can be seen, raised slightly, as if willing to make another strike, only to fall effortless upon the bloodied soil. There he lies, Rowaen of Nimothan, valiant man of Gondor, defeated... the faint moving of his chest being the last signs of still some life left within.

[<#29932>] Moving his sword down as the combat seems to be finish, Kormak says in uruk to the other one,"" Making a step forward, the rakarg moves his foot over the back of the human to be sure he wouldn't stand up and kill him. With a slow voice he says,"" With those words, the smith replaces his shield, slowly but carefully to his back. Waiting for the logaz, he removes his foot and makes a step back.

[Porcelina(#24523)] A dismal glance thrown in the Rakargs direction conveys the dislike she feels for this uruk, but Porc does heed what he has said, somewhat. Leaning down, she takes the human by the scruff of the shirt, pulling him up over one shoulder. "Got him, now Rakarg, back to camp, /your/ humans got away, and I don't want to meet more tarks in these woods without reinforcements..." With that, she moves off, the weight of the human slowing her movement, but the fear of revenge forcing her to continue.