(Archive) Rorgan and the Wolf's Fleece Part 14 Meanwhile... near Moria

Tivadar continues on his fight to the exit almost there he turns and is able to see it gradually getting closer, turning back in time to see the warg leaping at him he parries the attack with his shield and tosses the warg to the side, yet again attacking lightly with his spear. Nikala jumps into the fray, her mouth set into a line. She shouts back to her momentary partner, Abarazar and calls out, "Save who you can, I will keep the orcs occupied." Then she keeps her word, trying to make herself as obvious a target as possible, trying to lure orcs away from injured men.

Tivadar attacks Freki with his Spear, but he misses by a mile.

Dolwyr heart beats faster and faster, as every new attack at his friend cuts deeper, draws more blood. But it's the beast's blood that shall be spilled now, for this game lasted much too long... the staff discibes another wide arc through the air...

Dolwyr attacks Freki with his Staff, but he misses by a mile.

[Freki(#26574)] Another bite in his haunch, but Freki ignores the caperings of Colinor and Dolwyr. Tivadar is the important one. The great black beast bunches his mighty shoulders, and leaps again between the human and the exit. Turning around to face the foe again, the creature's mighty teeth snap at Tivadar once again.

Freki tears at Tivadar with his hungry fangs! Freki badly wounds him!

You'Vi turns back to Galdorim and attemps to escape the swing of the mighty Human warrior..success..his swing misses by a few inches. You'Vi gains some strength then shouts as loud as he can, "Say goodbye to you friend Human!..That's for killing Orrius!", he suddenly jumps backward and faces Kadareth's body lying on the groud. You'Vi raises his war hammer and strikes Kadareth's body..

Kadareth collapses to the ground, defeated by You'Vi!
[Combat(#13388)]
Kadareth's shield "Studded Leather Shield" falls to the ground... [Combat(#13388)]
Kadareth's weapon "Longsword" falls to the ground...

Leif falls again on his side, in a calculated way now. The hammaer drives in the ground where a half second he sit. Forgetting the pain, he strikes while rolling. His spear whips viciously backward the calf of the orc. The might coupled with the orc inertia could bring them to even status, both on the ground. Leif attacks Rasghar with his Spear and lightly wounds him!

Tivadar continues taking bites from the warg more and more wounds opening as he makes his way to the exit at the very edge of being there he tries again stabbing forward at the beasts head.

[Ugluk(#19063)] From the northern path comes another shadowy form. The dark mass descends from the northern slope like a slithering black snake. Yet you know it is not. As the shadow grows nearer the battle, separate forms are discernable. Perhaps a dozen. Now you notice that they move in a column of two, methodically, yet swiftly descending from the mountains to the north. Closer now, a lone figure can be seen at the head of the columns. The figure is nearly as wide as two men, and it too is dark like the others. Drawing closer, now just to the rear of the Uruk ranks, the lone figure raises his right hand.... in it a massive great blade ... and the columns of warriors behind him stop. Lowering the great blade, Ugluk's crimson gaze pierces the darkness of his visored helm and the Uruk-hai Captain surveys the field.

Aearwen stands well behind the fighting, surrounded by a force of Silver Guardsmen. Two heavily armed male healers drag what fallen men they can to the safety of the healer's tents. Pacing back and forth as she watches the fighting, her tired face drawn with anger.

Frujo Tivadar attacks Freki with his Spear, but he misses by a mile

Rasghar's knees buckle momentarily as yet another wound is opened. Limping like a wounded Warg, he still does not approach his enemy cautiously, thinking to deal a death-blow with each attack. Pivoting on his unwounded leg, the Uruk-hai swings the head of the hammer perpendicular to the ground, hoping to behead the Human, or crush his ribs, should he regain his footing.

Rasghar attacks Leif with his War Hammer and moderately wounds him!

Galdorim cries out with anguish as he sees the hammer strike his fallen private. The tall gondorian officer's face harden as he presses his attack and swings his axe up at the cruel uruk-hai's neck. A deep scowl is on his face as he presses attack to try to move You'vi away.

Frujo Galdorim attacks You'Vi with his Axe and lightly wounds him!

[Abarazar(#19834)] Still searching out another opponent, Abarazar fairly leaps into the fray with his sword flashing as he lays about himself, slashing at anything not of the Human persuasion that comes within reach. Soon he finds himself brought up short and face to face with a Goblin that will be more of a match for him, one known to the other Goblins as Grak'am. A Human soldier is pushed against the sergeant and as his grey eyes lock with the Goblin's red, he pushes the other human out of harm's way and raises his sword with a small grin spreading across his face, as he taps his shield once in invitation.

The sun flashes brightly on the horizon. Night gives way to morning.

[Dolwyr(#19367)] One more bite, one more attack, still the warg leaps around the tent, and still he remains focused on Tivadar. Dolwyr watches passively as wounds let out some more blood, and as none of his attack seem to affect the warg... In a desperate atack to save his friend, his staff is once again raised up in the air, and comes crashing at the fierce oponnent

Dolwyr attacks Freki with his Staff, but he misses by a handspan.

[Maeghan(#29549)] "AWAY YOU FOUL BEAST!", Maeghan's bronze warhorse begins to charge towards the grouping of Galdorim, You'Vi, and Kadareth. As she begins to make a rescue, the orc begins to pound Kadarath to the ground, "NO!", she cries "FOR GONDOR!", the three Swan Knights that surround the Master Healer draw their swords as they and their charge approach Kadarath's body.

Aearwen reminds all beasts of evil, "I am an unarmed woman healer, well behind the fighting"
Freki eyes the healess, licking his lips. "Dessert!"

Kadareth picks up a Longsword. Colinor attacks Freki yet again, glancign first at Dolwyr and flashign the man a grin, hoping to raise -both- their spirits...

[Nikala(#23645)] The blood over her shirt having mostly dried by now, Nikala is a blur of movement. Adrenaline pumping through her veins, she fearlessly swings at her opponents, many a time putting herself between an injured soldier and an orc's blade. When reinforcements come, Nikala does not shrink from them. Steeling herself, lost in the rage of battle, she charges straight for the leader, eyes ablaze.

Nikala attacks Ugluk with her Longsword, but she misses by a long shot.

Colinor attacks Freki with his Spear, but he misses by a mile.

[Grak'am(#21690)] The now ready for combat Grak'am wields his sword, and prepairs for an attack. With his armor set forth and a shield in hand he advances with a quick speed. The dark orc races forward, rushing his opponent with his sword tightly griped in hand. His face carries a dark grin and his eyes watch for any sudden moves as he marches on about his menicing act.He casts forth his sword, swinging it sharply aimed for the humans left arm.

Grak'am attacks Abarazar with his Short Broadsword, but Abarazar parries the attack with his Longsword!

You'Vi looks down upon the body and slowly he turns back to Galdorim, as turnning he feels a sudden pain..the axe hit his shulder quite close to his neck. You'Vi puts his hand above the wound trying to stop some of the blood, for a moment he rests then he quickly grabs his war hammer. You'Vi glares at Galdorim and swings his war hammer at his direction aiming at his head..

You'Vi attacks Galdorim with his War Hammer and moderately wounds him!

Leif rolls again, it's an habbit now. A brief thought to wonder which of his rib has been broken this time and he finds himself bruised and confused some safe feet away from the orc. Barely safe in fact, just the time to stand up and assures a bad satnce on his bad leg. He looks to the now limping orcs, sighing in relative relief as he isnt the sole to suffer wounds. His shield carefully risen, he closes slowly once more, his spera extended like a pike in front of him. Obvious of the hammer, he lunges quick stab at the belly and get back behind his shield.

Leif attacks Rasghar with his Spear, but Rasghar parries the attack with his War Hammer!

[Freki(#26574)] The great black beast is in control, now. Freki owns the tent's doorway, and holds the three humans inside: exactly where he wants them. His lips draw back from his razor sharp teeth, and the warg.. grins(?) at the humans. Everything is where he wants it now. And then.. teeth snap again, and another bite is taken at Tivadar. The man has so many wounds, each move most be agnoy. "

[Abarazar(#19834)] Bringing his sword in a short loop, the Goblin sword is easily pushed away from Abarazar, and his feet carry him in a light twist-step, bringing his sword around in a graceful sweep which dips down at the very last second and runs parallel with the ground, at the Goblin Grak'am's knee height.

Abarazar attacks Grak'am with his Longsword, but he misses by a long shot.

Freki tears at Tivadar with his hungry fangs! Freki's attack misses Tivadar

Rasghar swings the head of his hammer like a broom, the shaft intercepting the spear as it nears his stomach. Swinging it down once again, the Uruk-hai now completed a circle before him, the weapon's head gaining speed as iit starts its downward arc. At the last moment again, the creature changes the course of the hammer, aiming for an unprotected area of the Human's shoulder.

[Galdorim(#22020)] *clang!* The hammer strikes Galdorim helmet again. The tall Lieutenant stumbles and falls back His axe flailing in front of him to try to gain him some time.

Rasghar attacks Leif with his War Hammer and badly wounds him!

[Colinor(#29577)] Oh, lovely. Colinor is trapped, and this Warg seems to be what Col would consider a pack leader or somesuch. Whatever the case, he has no choice but to fight, for his brethren, just as well as he, are trapped here. And so he does, takking the opening provided by Freki's missed attack upon Tivadar to launch a side shot at the beast.

[Ugluk(#19063)] His hand lowers but halfway, before Ugluk brings it back before him in a wide sweeping motion from right to left. With that, the warriors with him wheel to the right, bolstering the right side of the battlefield. Finishing the motion, Ugluk squares to face a charging warrior, his left hand reaching for then grasping the hilt of the massive sword. Standing sword before him in a two-handed grip, Ugluk suddenly steps to his left, around the wildly arcing Longsword of Nikala. Turning full-cirle, he finishes the motion with a two-handed slash diagonally toward Nikala's right thigh.

Colinor attacks Freki with his Spear, but he misses by a handspan Ugluk attacks Nikala with his Greatsword and badly wounds her!

[Maeghan(#29549)] With the Galdorim distracting the Orc, Maeghan in well practiced and nimble movements leaps off her horse and runs over to Kadarath's body. She, and the knights that surround and protect her, roll the body gently onto the litter that is attached behind the stallion. In another quick movement they are back on their horses and riding full tilt towards the outskirts of the battle and the healers tents.

[Dolwyr(#19367)] "Trapped!" thinks Dolwyr... the warg has been playing with them... now the Riders are inside, where the warg wants them... such evil in those yellow eyes. Dolwyr turns to Colinor, and then to Tivadar, before saying "We're going to get you out of this, Tiv. Be brave!" and then launches yet another assault on Freki

Dolwyr attacks Freki with his Staff, but he misses by an arm's length.

[Grak'am(#21690)] Abarazar's attack doesn't seem to daunt the orc one bit, he simply jumps out of the way a bit, landing square off to his right side. As he doesn't feel the presence of danger yet, perhaps not ever, the orc feels free to make a carefully placed attack to the humans arm again. "Swwwiiiiifffff" the sword cuts through the air with amazing speed, casting itself in the direction of the orcs human advisary...

Grak'am attacks Abarazar with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a long shot.

Tivadar looks at the warg at the entrance and then at the two men inside the tent. Considering his wounds the thoughts of leaping over the beast crosses his mind, then deciding to try this he turns to the two men, "Sirs we have no hope inside this tent at all, I suggest we get out of here the best we can." stoping for a second to breath and try and forget his wounds he yells in a clear voice, "Retreat!" and with that he attempts to jump over the warg.

[Combat(#13388)] Tivadar tries to flee from Freki, but he fails! Nikala is clearly outmatched. And as the foul orc lord's blade cleaves into her thigh, she is painfully reminded of this fact. Staggering, weak from bloodloss, the woman must be insane. For with a sadness appearing in her eyes, a sadness of one who knows she will not survive this battle, she stands her ground. She takes a step back, buying time while waving at others near her, trying to give them time to flee these terrible creatures. Then gathering her strength, she runs at Ugluk again.

Nikala attacks Ugluk with her Longsword, but she misses by a hair.

[Abarazar(#19834)] The arm is withdrawn in time, and the sergeant, ever light upon his feet, makes the next series of steps in the deadly dance he begins to craft around the Goblin at his fore. The strike toward his own arm may have left him an opening: his return strike is a thrust at the shoulder/underarm area of the Goblin known to its own kind as Grak'am.

Abarazar attacks Grak'am with his Longsword, but Grak'am parries the attack with his shield!

[Freki(#26574)] No such luck for the human. Freki leaps up, avoiding Dolwyr and Colinor's attacks, and bats Tivadar back to the ground. What fools. The beast lunges forward with his razor teeth, tearing at Tivadar's bloodied body yet again.

Freki tears at Tivadar with his hungry fangs! Freki's attack misses Tivadar.

Leif shivers under the strenght of the blow. He hears, a most eerie noise, amidst the ring of metal against metal, the quite recognizable crack of a bone. Gathering his thought, he steps back. His spear flees from his hand and speeds for the already wounded leg of the orc.He puts what is left of his strenght in the blow, surely his last in both cases.

Leif attacks Rasghar with his Spear, but he misses by a handspan.

[Maeghan(#29549)] Sliding off of her bronze stallion, Maeghan looks to the healers who have rushed to assist with this next casualty. She takes a moment to study the wounded Kadareth, assessing each of his wounds carefully, "Alright, lets get this man indoors, he is going into shock. Several male healers gently lift the litter and carry him towards the tent.

Dolwyr eyes lays upon the beast as he leaps on Tivadar, and sighs in relief as the Rider *somehow* manages to avoid Freki's claws.. with a large step, Dolwyr moves forward, his staff raised high up, and lowers it on the beast's back with a shout "For the King!!!"

Dolwyr attacks Freki with his Staff, but he misses by a hair.

[Galdorim(#22020)] *clang!* The hammer strikes Galdorim helmet again. The tall Lieutenant stumbles and falls back His axe flailing in front of him to try to gain him some time. Blood flows from his helmet as he tries to regain his composure

[Grak'am(#21690)] As the human dances abound, Grak'am doesn't forget that he is in battle. He spots the oncoming attack and meets it well with his shield, although a loud *clang* sound rings his ears a big from the attempted blow. The orc steps back and pivots hard on his left foot and jumps forward again. Although this time he makes for a large stabing motion, something not common with a shortbroad sword, aimed for the humans chest area. The orc seems to have a deep desire to see this particular humans insides...

Grak'am attacks Abarazar with his Short Broadsword, but Abarazar parries the attack with his shield!

[Maedhromir(#29017)] Slitted eyes burning crimson with baleful malice. Curved blades stained with the blood of Men. Bent forms, evil and dark in nature, sweeping through the camp, akin to a black sea. Such is the dawning day upon the wide plains of the land of the Horse Lords. And in their midst, mail and high helms glitter as the Men of Gondor and Rohan strive to keep their foes at bay, standing firm as rocks, And then, a pounding of hooves from the West -- faint, but growing ever louder. And they come into sight scant moments later a dozen riders, no more. But fell figures, clad in azure surcoats and bearing keen blades, and at their head rides one with alabaster hair which streams beneath his helm like a banner. Through the press they cleave a path, towards the very Captain of Uruk-Hai, Ugluk, and their voices rise in a great cry. "Amroth! Amroth for Rohan!"

Alasdair darts out from behind a tent, having just come out of hiding from beneath a wagon. The startled young man lends a hand to getting the injured Kadareth from Maeghan's horse and into the Healer's care, though he's maybe more in the way than helpful. Skittish, he jumps and turns suddenly at some sound, mindful of cover. His thin handmade bow is no where to be seen and he is otherwise unarmed.

[Colinor(#29577)] And then a thought occurs to Colinor, as he suddenlybackpedals away from the warg, moving to the far wall of the tent and slicing it open with his spear. "Through the wall, my brethren!"

[Rasghar(#5572)] Surprisingly nimble for one of his bulk, the Uruk-hai side-steps out of the way of the flying spear, advancing relentlessly on his foe, the hammer swinging in small circles before him. Seemingly sensing that his opponent will either flee or die from the next attack, a cruelk smile forms on the fcoul creature's lips, a smile devoid of mirth. The circles made by the hammer's head increase in size, as does the speed, until, with a grunt of effort, the Uruk-hai brings it in a speeding arc, toward the Human's chest.

Kadath Rasghar attacks Leif with his War Hammer, but Leif parries the attack with his Spear!

[Abarazar(#19834)] The shield of Abarazar interposes itself between the stabbing blow and the man's armoured chest, and the THWAK! of the blow's contact can be heard over the din of the battle. Still a vague grin is pasted upon the sergeant's face as his sword rises again, this time striking where his greater reach should prove to do some good -- right at Grak'am'

[Abarazar(#19834)] The shield of Abarazar interposes itself between the stabbing blow and the man's armoured chest, and the THWAK! of the blow's contact can be heard over the din of the battle. Still a vague grin is pasted upon the sergeant's face as his sword rises again, this time striking where his greater reach should prove to do some good -- right at Grak'am's face!

Abarazar attacks Grak'am with his Longsword and lightly wounds him! Colinor waits until the others have fled, before he looks to the warg one last time, meeting the beast's gaze and baring his teeth. "Someday," he says, certain that the beast can understand him.....

Tivadar takes the leap over the warg but falls rather short quickly he dodges the wargs attempt to bite him and steps back looking around the tent, looking carefully at a open corner of it he slowly starts to step back making his way quickly to the rear of the tent and yells, "Retreat men of rohan to the back of the tent we can escape there!." with that he turns and sprints for the little flap in the back opening it more so they can escape.

You'Vi looks down at Galdorim and moves his head right-left-right slowly.. "You are no match for us Humanz!". You'Vi glares all directions then he lifts his war hammer and whispers to Galdorim, "Good night!"..He jumps foward and swings his war hammer down at the Human warrior..

You'Vi attacks Galdorim with his War Hammer and moderately wounds him

[Freki(#26574)] With Dolwyr holding him off, the great warg Freki has no way of stopping the departures of Tivadar and Colinor. Thwarted, and robbed of his prey, Freki has but one outlet. The great warg growls and leaps at Dolwyr, teeth slashing at the staffman he's ignored all this time.

[Ugluk(#19063)] Withdrawing the blade directly back from the bite in Nikala's thigh, Ugluk's crimson gaze passes over the others in his vicinity. No apparent threat, and his warriors now have engaged the enemy along his right flank. The greatblade now swings down, around then up... held two-handed before Ugluk's right shoulder as the human lunges forward once again. Yet his gaze does not turn to meet Nikala, indeed the Uruk-hai Captain does not turn to acknowledge the charge until the warrior is quite near striking distance. When the attack comes, Ugluk's sword swings down and around, in a swift arcing circle, as Ugluk steps back. There is no parry, Nikala's Longsword passes harmlessly. On the follow-through of the swift, arcing motion, Ugluk comes down at the female warrior's head with the pommel of the massive blade. And even as the blow is sent, Ugluk's eyes catch the charge of a new foe... this one mounted. .
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Ugluk attacks Nikala with his Greatsword, but Nikala parries the attack with her Longsword!

Galdorim regains his sences slightly as he tries to move out of the way of the hammer. It thuds against his back as the tall GOndorian grunt with pain. He snaps his axe at You'vi's arm as he grimaces with pain. "Not yet, slime!"

Galdorim attacks You'Vi with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.

Dolwyr takes a few step back, carefully looking at the warg, and listenning Tivadar words... he then prepares to follow Tivadar, but gets hit as he does so. he prepares his staff to defend himself, but takes a step back and retreats to the back opening...

[Grak'am(#21690)] Grak'am is suprised to see the human react so quickly, and further more so to see a bit of blood roll from his face to the naked ground as he retaliates with his sword. A good attack, but not the one of a master, as the orc now seeks to demonstrate. He stands firm, and pulls sharply with his right hand the sword that has taken the life from so many famous faces in the past. He strikes out for the humans left leg.

Grak'am attacks Abarazar with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a handspan.

Leif focuses his mind on the task that lives and swings a mighty hammer just in front of him. His spear is nearly knocked out of his hand by the blow since he manages to hold it. His other arm hangs loosely on his chest, hold by the shield baldric. Step by step he withdraws, his spear stabbing always to keep the off while the wounded rider makes for his own line. The wide motion of the hammer let him an opening, a quick thrust at the heand and he step then again.

Tivadar turns again to see Dolwyr still fighting he speaks again as he goes to run out of the tent, "Sir Dolwyr get out of here now its no place for us that one warg is to strong, I've done the deed that was supposed to be now let us go!" with that he flees out of the back of the tent.

[Combat(#13388)] Tivadar tries to flee from Freki, but he fails! ---

[Nikala(#23645)] Somehow, Nikala finds the strength and speed to raise her sword and block the blow. But the force of it is so massive that she crumples to her knees and blacks out, her injuries finally catching up to her. She lays there, breathing lightly but an easy target.

Rasghar's head snaps to the side, though most of the force behind the human's blow is deflected by his helmet. Still, yet another trickle of blood appears, a black smear dripping down the side of the Uruk-hai's head.eEyes glowing red with anger and hatred, the Uruk-hai steps forward, battering at the head of his foe, again using the war hammer like a bludgeon.

Rasghar attacks Leif with his War Hammer, but he misses by a mile.

[Abarazar(#19834)] The black blood clouds the blade of Abarazar's sword, and yet again it strikes, the man's nimble feet carrying him away from the blow, down toward the Goblin's extended weapon arm. Still that indominable smirk upon his face and never a pause or a faltering in his movements that are unintentional, the blade is whipped downward in a tight arc.

You'Vi attacks Galdorim with his War Hammer, but he misses by an arm's length.

(#17520)] A late in arriving Minas Tirith guardsmen come out. His normally polished boot has white wrap around it and he sees Galdorim fighting. His sword drawn he starts to charge towards You'Vi as fast as his injury permits. When he gets close to the beast, he mutters a saying and stabs towards it... "there you go"

. Guardsman attacks You'Vi with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

[Grak'am(#21690)] As the human begins to annoy the now engaged orc, he is able to aviod an attack that might have robed him of even more blood. He grins and smiles away as he loves the heat of battle, and the smell of cut blood, if even his own, for if his own blood is spilt, surely somebody else's will be soon as well. We strikes out against this disgusting human, with a mighty swing downward aimingto cut loose some of that gut.

Grak'am attacks Abarazar with his Short Broadsword, but Abarazar parries the attack with his Longsword!

[Maedhromir(#29017)] Swift as a wind from the West they come, the mighty thanes of Prince Imrahil, and they wheel into two wings -- half a dozen riders crashing into each flank, their swords rising and falling in ceaseless slaughter. But their Captain -- the one who rides before them -- spurs his steed never to left or right, but ever forward. Over the still form of Nikala the great stallion leaps, dust settling upon her in the wake of its hooves, and the blade of Maedhromir rises, thither to stay glinting for a long moment. And in the end, as he draws abreast of Ugluk, down it falls in a mighty stroke. Down, towards the orc's helm!

Maedhromir attacks Ugluk with his Longsword, but he misses by a hair.

Galdorim ducks under the blow from the hammer and sends his axe at the knee of the large Uruk-hai before him. His deep voice rumbles loudly. "Humans will be you downfall BECAUSE we do not give up!" A small trinkle of blood flows down from his helmet as he presses his attack. More guardsmen as nearing the fight as they drive some of the other Uruks away

Galdorim attacks You'Vi with his Axe and moderately wounds him!

Leif smiles as hope comes back with the shape of a bad scar on the orcs face. His challenge rings out "You'll remember me, I am Leif.". Nonetheless is he attentive to the hammer, and avoids it, stabbing a last time at the orc weapon arm to prevent the big swing that nearly got him earlier. The feeling of having friends on his heel plunges him a in trust that lightens his gaze and lends might to his spear.

Leif attacks Rasghar with his Spear and mildly wounds him!

[Abarazar(#19834)] But the gut is not where it was the moment before as again Abarazar's feet carry him lightly out of the course of the battle. His grey eyes burn brightly now and he grows a bit bolder in his attack, again slashing at the face of the Goblin, in an attempt to remove one or both of Grak'am's eyes.

Abarazar attacks Grak'am with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

You'Vi attacks Galdorim with his War Hammer, but he misses by a long shot.

Rasghar looks briefly away from his wounded foe, toward the sound of thundering hooves, and the cries of men ... new men, fresh warriors riding their steeds into the battle. But his inattention is costly, as the Human's spear rakes across him again, near to a previous wound, causing a flow of black blood that mingles with several other minor wounds. Grimmacing now with both pain and anger, the Uruk-hai turns and spits on the ground before Leif, before turning and running into the forest, a loud howl marking his passage from the now-tramplbed hill

[Grak'am(#21690)] A sword swooshes by, leaving a small and minor cut across the top of the orcs eye. No major damage, just something more to further agitate the beast. Forward he lunges again, this time in a made rage. "BBBllllllaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!" he yells in true orc fasion as he stabs forth with his sword, cuting into the lower section of the humans stomach area...

Grak'am attacks Abarazar with his Short Broadsword and moderately wounds him!

Galdorim moves his head out of the way as the hammer swing past his nose with a great gust of air. He shakes his head and snaps his axe at the shield arm of You'vi. The looks of determination shows on his face as he sees that he has help yet again. "No, You will fall!"

Galdorim attacks You'Vi with his Axe and badly wounds him!

[Indilzar(#10108)] The horsemen hold and now their leader turns to them and draws his brand, the bright flame of the Bragollach, wrought in Westernesse long ago - or so the stories may say, "Friends. Long hours have we spent on hopeless hunt, but now we find our camp, our fellows and our love and lives are being burned away like the straw of morn. Now, listen to me. Set forth all you can and ride, but ere we do so, set to your lips the bright silver horns which you carry, and let the airs tremble at the cry of Gondor and Bragollach."

Guardsman notices that You'Vi does not press an attack agaisnt him, so he draws his sword back and swings towards the legs of the beast. "Yes, you shall fall." He says, slightly mimicing Galdorim. As his swords swings he seems distant...

Guardsman attacks You'Vi with his Longsword and badly wounds him!

[Combat(#13388)] Rasghar dodges aside Leif, and manages to escape

[Mormael(#6730)] Suddenly, upon the battlefield appears a grim figure, solitaire and somewhat distance from the relentless fray. Upon his grave countenance rests a blazen scar, his immense sword looming in an attentive hand as his subtle steps draw him nigh his brethren, the Gondorians. Upon descrying Galdorim's plight, Mormael rushes to join him in his battle against the fiendish orcs, lifting his mighty blade high above his head whilst shouting a fearsome battle cry, his raven hair billowing in the zephyr created by his charge. "For Dol Amroth!" cries the foreboding Mormael, consumed by his mounting rage, the edge of his blade ebbing in the wind.

Mormael attacks You'Vi with his Greatsword, but he misses by a handspan.

[Indilzar(#10108)] And thus as the Lord Bragollach decreed so it was done and those friends of his, kinsmen too. Set to their lips the horns of their house and at once they set them to wind in bravado across those plains. HoooHOOOM HOOM! Yes - the horns of the Bragollach shout! Yes, the most hated of the houses of Gondor has come at last from its hopeless errand. Forth. Forth they ride and they sweep out their swords to cast away doubt in their minds. Battle focused and forth, hounds at the fore with vicious mouths.

[Ugluk(#19063)] Look down at the crumpled form of Nikala, Ugluk kicks the limp form to ensure that the warrior is indeed out of the battle. Satisfied, he quickly look to the left as the oncoming horsemen crash into his front lines. Ugluk circles the greatsword above his head, then points it at the wing of horsemen nearest him, who are now amidst the barely-formed front line of Uruk-hai. Suddenly, hald of of Ugluk's contingent break-off from wrapping the right flank and move to contact the horsemen with their heavy blades. Ugluk himself stands at ready, sword raised high, his red gaze staring out from the black demon-faced visor and resting on the leader of the horsemen. When the horseman's blade comes arcing down, Ugluk bends sharply and attempts to send his blade underneath the attack of the horseman. With Maedhromir's blade passing over Ugluk's head, the massive great blade arcs through the air at the horseman's chest...

[Abarazar(#19834)] "BBBllllllaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!" is answered by a sharp "OOOmpH!" as the armor of Abarazar is punctured and his own blood is added to the fray. The smirk is instantly gone, but nearly as instantly, he sees the opportunity to repay the creature for the blade that is even at that very moment, still piercing his skin, and with the automatic reflexes he has been trained to, his own sword flashes out again, another blow aimed at the exposed head/neck of Grak'am as the creature overreaches in its rage.

Abarazar attacks Grak'am with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Ugluk attacks Maedhromir with his Greatsword, but he misses by a long shot.

Alasdair stands still, looking a bit dazed though apparently unharmed, near to the healer's tents where Maeghan and Kerowyn work quickly to save and protect the wounded. The young man seems without purpose and without weapon. After a few moments, he comes back to himself and wipes his face, moving nervously to try again to assist with those who are too wounded to move themselves out of harm's way - all the while not going nearer to the fighting than he has too.

Blood dripping from her arms as she works frantically to save the solider by whom she is kneeling, is Lady Aearwen, healess and envoy of the Prince of Dol Amroth. Tearing off strips of her petticoa with her dagger as she tries to staunch the blood flowing from the wounds left on the man's body. Unaware at the moment of the continued fighting, only the man's life blood soaking the plains of the Mark.

[Grak'am(#21690)] Another cut is added to the orcs collection, as the human cuts across his neck. No matter, the orc is faced with another arranged attack, and so forth marches his sword again, cuting for the humans legs again, in a lower swooping motion that parallels the ground and aims to knock him off of his feet for a bit.

Grak'am attacks Abarazar with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a mile.

[Indilzar(#10108)] "Oh that hour that I heard such tales! Curse I the day I swore that oath!" the tall Lord Bragollach decrees as his horsemen, knights tall sweep into the infantry, bright swords brandished for blood. "Let us win what honour we can from the field. What a waste!" About him his men suddenly cry up in one voice: DEATH!

Leif watches his foes leave with a satisfied smile on his face. It moves soon to concern and worry. He searches with his pale glance the tent that stood once near them. Scratching his beard with a hand bloody, he runs where once a tent bore the color of Eowain. No one but a warg dead is left in what is left of the tent. Blood is spilled all around. Anguish and pain betraying his voice, he shouts around "Helm Rohan, Tivadar, Colinor"

Krisorn comes striding out from the plains to the south at a run, having heard the calls of battle, his eyes alight and his blade out, "I come countrymen, and the black blood of mordor shall stain my blade like none other!"

Tivadar looks up as the attendants rush to him and smiles very weakly scratches, cuts and even small gaps are on the mans badly wouned body yet still he presses on taking the hand of one of the attendants to keep himself standing, looking on a little bit further his vision fades in and out but still he remains concious and he sees the lady Kerowyn. With the attendances help he limps very slowly over to her and smiles the best he can and speak weakly, "Well m'lady seems I see you again," coughs, "Your young scout is rather hurt as you can see and I wish it could have been a meeting under better situations." and with that he coughs again looking up at her.

Mormael pulls away from his engaged foe, pausing to turn his alarmed scrutiny to Lord Bragollach even in the midst of the raging battle, fell blade planted firmly in the soil. Sweat permeates his visage as his voice is uplifted in appraisal to the knights, shunning all else but their glorious stampede upon the orcish villains. "Lord Bragollach has come! The tides are against the enemy," Mormael encourages his comrades, again taking up arms and waylaying the common foe.

[Indilzar(#10108)] DEATH! Cries the riders of the Bragollach as they crash into the ranks, black against blacker still. "Let our sable arms serve as a palette to dye blacker yet with the blood we shall draw! Let none survive! No mercy! Death!" thus cries Indilzar Bragollach into the fray and verily with a single impossible swoop beheads an orc who was so careless as to not hear the noisome approach of the 'mighty' Bragollach and the glory of his arms.

[Abarazar(#19834)] Despite the blood now flowing from his abdomen, Abarazar's feet are still fleet, and carry themselves (and Abarazar with them) out of harm's way. Again the sergeant's sword flashes out toward the Goblin with the grin returning to his face, perhaps a bit forced, or, perhaps it is only a little blood, but that is not the picture the red stain spreading out upon his bright armour tells. Still, though, the long blade of Abarazar flashes toward the Goblin, this blow a curving arc toward the top of it's lowered head.

Abarazar attacks Grak'am with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

[Maedhromir(#29017)] No longer youthful in years, mayhaps -- but yet, he is a Dunadan from the Marble Citadel by the sea in fair Belfalas, and Maedhromir the Old is hale and tried in his strength of arms. Sharply indeed he reins his steed in, turning it to his foe, and the great blade of the orc goes astray. And as the horns sound upon the wind and the riders come from the West, the light in his eyes is akin to that of stars, and his voice rises in a great cry. "To me, Bragollach! To me!" And his blade is like a leaping flame as he hews at Ugluk with a swift blow, seeking to cleave his sword-arms from his body.

[Kerowyn(#10288)] THe scout is indeed gravely wounded, and it is despite this, despite those she who's wounds she has swathed in linen and who's skin she has stitched this day, that Kerowyn manages to chuckle softly, directly the man to a nearby triage cot, "Aye indeed, now hush." To her attendants are other orders softly spoken, "Water, linen, remove that." In an ordered rush of words and gestures as each turns to do their mistress' bidding, and she kneels at the wounded man's side.

[Freki(#26574)] The great black warg has been watching the battle between the orc You'Vi and the two humans harrying him for a while now. Deciding that, while it is a fool, the orc is also useful, Freki adopts him as a packmate, for now. That means one thing. The beast charges towards the humans battling the orkish warrior, and his razor teeth tear at the one less bloodied. Maybe it will give the orc a chance to flee.

[Grak'am(#21690)] The human seems to be getting anctious, and seems to fumble his attacks. A risky thing to do in a battle to the death. The orc avoids once more and moves back, then frusts his sword forward again aiming for the humans abdominal section again. Alasdair says, "And I don't mean b*st*rd sword. :)" G
rak'am attacks Abarazar with his Short Broadsword, but Abarazar parries the attack with his Longsword!

[Indilzar(#10108)] Holding aloft the sword of old, now bloodstained, Indilzar Bragollach, Lord of his Clan and not the least of the Knights of Gondor looks up from his high horse. His hooked nose sniffs the wind and then his voice, practiced in the call of a life of study, "ISILRIM! Draw ye the Inalantadil! Let the Moon and Flame dance together again!" Then at once a shout goes up among the Men of Gondor: FOR THE MOON AND FLAME! Thus with a swift ride the Men of the Bragollach push into the fray, revelling in the deeds of honour to be won on the field.

Colinor emerges from the shadows behind the tents, one hand holding his shoulder, face contorted in discomfort. He uses his spear as a walking staff, and looks as if he has, to put it mildly, seen better days. He casts eyes about the battlefield, having heard his name called, and he searches for Leif...

[Abarazar(#19834)] Anxious. Or in pain. It doesn't matter, for the blade of Abarazar is quick in meeting the blade thrust at him by the Goblin. The grin now upon his face once more, he again twists and turns, graceful, light upon his feet, and the sword in his hand comes round in a wide arc, deceptively quick, and aimed at the Goblin's sword-shoulder.

Abarazar attacks Grak'am with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

Tivadar again he weakly smiles to the lady and falls to a knee still fading in and out of conciousness still he looks up at the women, somehow keeping a fair speech though he drifts more and more to fainting, "I hope to see you again when I wake up m'lady I fear I can't keep up this fight to stay concious any longer but I must say at least I will faint seeing you." and with that he smiles again and lets his other knee fall as he hits the ground laying there breathing heavily but still concious for the moment.

[Indilzar(#10108)] Even as the goblin-fiends run from the mighty men of Gondor Indilzar the Bragollach comes at last to Maedhromir saying, "Thus we meet again Maedhromir, though all the hosts of the North stand between!"

Galdorim lets out a sigh of relief as he sees his opponent free the fight. His mind spins from the hits he too to his head. He stumbles back further into t he camp. He makes his way to his tent and collapses on the floor under his pavillion. He watches the sky spin things slowly become darker and dark.

Guardsman lets out a slight grunt as the warg's nails cut down part of his leg and hit his old wound. He turns around to see the warg and raises his sword. "For Gondor!" He says as he drives his longsword down towards the back of the foul beast.

Guardsman attacks Freki with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

[Ugluk(#19063)] Ugluk's greatsword slices through the air where Maedhromir once rode, and the Uruk-hai captain moves forward with the momentum. Stepping past the mounted warrior, Ugluk wheels to his right, allowing his blade to follow through it's downward motion then upward again in a broad arc with both hands. Sword at ready, held two-handed before him, Ugluk braces for the returning attack. His eyes narrow, and now two diagonal crimson slits follow the movements of Maedhromir as his return blow comes toward him. Ignoring his own safety, Ugluk thrusts the end of his greatsword toward the human's chest. Stepping into the attack, Ugluk somehow manages to step past the worst of the horseman's attack, but rings of chained mail fracture at his left shoulder. Though no blood pours from the wound, some drips from the humans blade..still Ugluk's sword remains on course, heading for Maedhromir's chest...

Ugluk attacks Maedhromir with his Greatsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

Kerowyn's hands move as if their own accord, long practiced to the healing of many wounds, water for cleansing, herbs reached from and decided upon by feel, gentle fingers probing, crystalline eyes obsreving every wince and moan. The attendants receive more orders as her attention focuses in. Gone is the battle, gone is the sound sof the approaching horns as the Knights return from patrol, gone are the sounds of her own men's hoofbeats as they too ride upon the scene, gone are the screams of the wounded and of the foul beasts they fight

[Freki(#26574)] The great warg leaps aside from the warrior's swing. Freki glances over his shoulder, seeing that the orc has made good his retreat. But this man must be bloodied before the warg himself can escape, and so again the teeth snap at manflesh.

Freki tears at Guardsman with his hungry fangs! Freki lightly wounds him!

[Grak'am(#21690)] The human attacks in vein yet again, and the orc flashes back at him with an attack ment to hit, although given the recent events that's not something to bet on. Never the less, he lunges forward agan, striking with his sword, aimed further up the body this time, cast for the humans chest.

Grak'am attacks Abarazar with his Short Broadsword, but Abarazar parries the attack with his Longsword

Leif stands by the tent some minutes, the pain of his collarbone the more and more obvious now. He listens the clamor of the gondorians cavalry corps. He sighs and strips his shield tighter so his arm wont move. Picking his sword he starts to move to where a huge black warg live still. Seeing Colinor, he heads toward him first and says "AH you alive, it rejoices me "

[Mormael(#6730)] Cleaving through a hapless goblin that happens into the trajectory of his terrible sword, Gurtholfin, Mormael issues forth a mirthful laugh, taking in the flurry of war through calculating eyes. The Northman creates a path around him, hewing the bodies of those orcs which dare to approach his perilious blade, and despite his being nearly surrounded entirely by the hordes, he illusively finds it all a merry game. Death is the only greeting he now gives the monstrous creatures, their filthy blood tainting the azure material of his brilliant tunic, which is embroidered with the standard of Imrahil. "For Gondor! For Dol Amroth! For Bragollach!" Mormael persists in his frenzied cry, those who follow behind the ruthless warrior raising a similar chant, filling their despairing hearts with much vigor.

[Abarazar(#19834)] The quick arms of Abarazar match the quickness of his feet as again the Goblin sword is brushed away from his chest, this time the longsword in his hand makes a small circle around the Goblin's blade, pushing up and away, the follow-through of the attempt at disarming the creature flicking his sword-point again toward the creature's face.

Abarazar attacks Grak'am with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!

[Colinor(#29577)] The battle continues still, and Colinor's eyes linger upon the combatants. As hurt as he is, the young rider fights the urge to rejoin his allies. He nods in response to Leif's words, reaching out to clasp the man upon the shoulder in brotherhood. "Aye, my friend," he says, eyes flickering to the shadowed tents beyond, "Have you seen Tivadar and Dolwyr, perhaps?"

Guardsman curses under his breath as the warg bites into his arm. He looks around for a second, seeing the goblin run away. He takes this, and the warg, as his cue to serve Gondor best by living to fight another day. The guardsman turns and dashes, as fast as his injuried leg lets him, towards the camp and the healers tent.

[Grak'am(#21690)] The orcs nerves are now tried, he can't stand all the poping about any longer. He launches forth again, swinging his sword with all the might and weight in his body. Sure to deliver a hit in the thick of fray of an attack, the orc slams forth and grumbles and swings and almost looses his ballance in the middle of it all. He steps in closer and closer, almost making the fight that of one delt onl with the hands.

Grak'am attacks Abarazar with his Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!

Leif nearly collapses in Colinor's arm, his face whiten has blood leaves it. Breathing hard he says "Not this shoulder... please No I havent seen them, I was busy enough, why didnt you killed that warg like I said you" he finishes showing the huge black beast battling a guardsman." He shrugs and says "Enough for today I think or maybe ? .

[Maedhromir(#29017)] Yet again, the Isilrim rides forth from the fray unscathed -- back he draws now, but a few paces to the side of the Lord of the Bragollach. And to him, he cries above the din of battle, "Forth, Lord of the Sudden Flame! Forth, and we strike as one!" And as his steed springs forward then towards Ugluk, Maedhromir the Old raises his voice in a great cry -- the cry of the Folk of Hador as they stood and fled not, and bought the life of their lord with their blood -- the cry of Hurin as he slew all who came against him, until they feared him more than any mortal -- the cry before which the hosts of Morgoth fled in dire fear. "LACHO CALAD! DREGO MORN!" And Inalantadil seems to burst into flame as it sweeps towards the Orc Captain, a blow which seeks to cleave his helm asunder.

Maedhromir attacks Ugluk with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

[Freki(#26574)] The great beast watches the human flee, and takes a moment to laugh at his foes, tongue lolling. Again, Freki has proven himself King of Wargs, and no human has been foolish enough to challenge his title. But a packmate has fallen. As the great beast begins to walk from the field, unchallenged by human warriors, his yellow eyes look back towards the men who slew his packmate. For this, they shall pay. So vowed, the warg turns his mighty paws from battle, and breaks into a lope, marred by a limp in his back haunch, away from the field.

[Abarazar(#19834)] The attack of the Goblin is partially deflected by the shield of Abarazar, and the blow does little more than glance off the tough armor worn upon his body, yet it will bruise, and indeed the sting brings the man back to reality from his previous sojurn into overconfidence as his swing in reply seeks to take the fight back out to his advantage, the pommel of his sword is thrust into the face of Grak'am.

Abarazar attacks Grak'am with his Longsword and fatally wounds him!

[Mormael(#6730)] Though he be not a noble knight of Dol Amroth, Mormael's spirit and enthusiasm can be readily deciphered from his valiance upon the field of battle. Inspiring fear in the ignorant minds of the orcish host with the gothic, Dwarven mask his face dons, the enfuriated swordsman appears to be not of human ilk on account of the aura of destruction and resilience that envelopes his ever advancing form. Manifesting behind his wrathful, footed charge is what remains of the footmen of Dol Amroth, those most noble of men who are loyal to their Prince to the bitter end. Their assertive chants of victory surmounting most other sounds of the battle, and their swords driving back the wavering defenses of their enemies.

[Indilzar(#10108)] Then the Master of the Sudden Flame draws forth his own blade: Morlachil and cries in his own voice heavy with the accent of the south: Aure entauluva! Day shall come again!

[Colinor(#29577)] "The captive warg is dead," Colinor replies to Leif, casting his eyes out over the battle again and deciding, for some reason, that he had best not fight. "The other, though...it was more than a match for all three of us. Tivadar was nearly dead when we fle."

[Grak'am(#21690)] With a human sword nearly shoved through the center of his face, Grak'am decides that maybe now is a good time to leave. With a large chunk of his face missing and a great deal of a mixture of blood and spit lining his path he makes for a run to maybe save what little life seems to be left in his body. He prepairs to run for the Northern section of the path, scrambling for his life...

[Ugluk(#19063)] Ugluk's two-handed thrust pushes through the onrushing air, but misses Maedhromir completely. His black cloak flowing behind him, Ugluk steps twice forward before halting his failed charged. Turning to meet Maedhromir's counterattack, words of the foul human tongue issue forth from the rider. As the words fall silent, Ugluk brings his sword around in an uppercutting fashion at the attacking horseman. As the sword arcs toward the rider, Ugluk attempts to duck under the human's blade that moves swiftly for his head. He is only partially successful, as the flat of the humans blade deflects off the side of his visored helm, with a "KTAANNG!"

[Combat(#13388)] Grak'am dodges aside Abarazar, and manages to escape!

Colinor can't help but laugh at Leif's words. "Indeed, my friend," he says, as he follows the man from the field, limping...bleeding, and sore. But alive.

(#6730)] The flaps of the tent billow open, allowing a refreshing wind to bathe its occupants before it is once again sealed. Inward strides a man of Gondor, the air about him pugent from the blood that sullies his otherwise regal attire, which bears the renowned symbol of the Prince. Conspicuously, this ominous warrior harbors a deep wound to his abdomen, although he expertly conceals any pain caused by the horrific cut. Instead, Mormael leans upon a nearby pole and flippantly folds his arms above his chest, silently observing the many maimed Gondorians with noticeable pity. Not wishing to disturb the busy healers, he awaits his turn to be treated, addressing none who presently dwell within the place of healing.

[Ugluk(#19063)] Turning into the flurry of battle as his sword once again passes through the breeze of the passing rider, Ugluk find himself amidst a tangled mass of combatants. His hands and blade close to his chest, Ugluk heaves a human that is knocked into his chest. Disgusted, he turns back to the direction of the human cavalry only to find that the decimated Uruk line is falling back in disarray. Ugluk's helm turn back right, and he sees more of the same... Uruks conceding ground while fighting, others fleeing outright. Amid the screams of Uruk and humans, the Uruk-hai captain steps back still expecting another counter attack by the horsemen. Instead, he witnesses the Leader of Horsemen ride further west. It is for the best, for this day the battle does not belong to the Fighting Uruk-hai. As he withdraws, still facing the enemy, he looks left to a scream of a fallen comrade. Reaching to him with his left hand, he pulls the fallen Uruk-hai up from the ground and braces him against his shoulder. Dark words, grim words issue from the black demon-mask of the Uruk-hai Captain, "We leave this place today. It is not ours." With that, the forms fade into the mass of retreating Uruks.

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