Elendor
The Fighting Uruk-hai, Dunlendings, and Those of Unidentified Origins
A band of Uruk-hai, lead by Morcul, attack a traveling group of Dunlendings. Strangely, two unidentified men sweep down to aid the beset wild men.
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Location: Plain (south of the Misty Mountains)
Game Date: October 1st, 3033
IC Time: Day
Weather: Overcast
Description: Plain (south of the Misty Mountains)
The sky is quite overcast, and the air is cool and breezy.
You stand at the northeastern most point of the Gap of Rohan. The Misty
Mountains are directly to the north, scant paces away the sever foothills
begin. To the west a road continues, taking one to the Fords of Isen, and
eventually Isengard. Another track leads northward up into the southern Misty
Mountains. A third road leads away to the southeast, back towards the main
part of Rohan. A final path leads to the Northeast, towards the famed forest
of Fangorn.
Contents:
Ratsgruka
Gorak
Absaroka
Morcul
Khaldrin
Obvious exits:
NorthEast leads to Path---South of Fangorn.
West leads to Track--Along Foothills.
North leads to Misty Mountains of Isengard: Among the Foothills, Southern Tip.
SouthEast leads to Plains (south of Misty Mountains).
As the sun prepares to hide its ugly head, and allow the glory of night take hold along the north-eastern edge of the Gap of Rohan, a gentle but chill breeze whistles down from the Misty Mountains. Khaldrin's group moves a good bit north of the beaten path, following along the edge of the roughly rolling hills leading up to the Misty mountains. Heading generally toward the edge of Fangorn, this small band of a handful of Dunlendings, move as quick as thier heavily laden backs will allow, which is not nearly as fast as the apparent leader of the group would like. The lead man, that dwarves the rest of the group, with both his own size and the size of his particular load, moves several yards ahead of the rest of the group. Not far enough to be scouting, it is likely the rest of the group just isn't keeping up.
From the Northeast a small collection of Orcs, both Uruk-hai and Arauruk move in the tall grasses of the Rohan. With the dusk setting in thick the figures hope for the cover of full night soon. Leading the small band of Uruk-Hai is Morcul, a very heavily armored Orc. His movements are no doubt a thorn in the side of the much quieter scouts that follow behind. He trots along as a good pace scanning the horizon for any sings of humans - camp fires, horses, traveling men. He pauses as the group crests the last hill. He drops to one knee, "There, half a dozen men moving swiftly. No doubt they move to catch up with the others we have slaughtered already. Be sure to remind them of that before we kill them." He motions the scouts to the front, "See if you can't take a few down before Gorak and I butcher them."
Pipe smoke billows off the top of one of the hills amongst the rolling plains of the Gap of Rohan. Ember spark and catch ablaze as a figure smokes pipeweed leisurely from the clear vantage upon the hilltop. That figure, an aging man once considered dead, known as Tet'Nak, is seated without worry or strain.
He wears light dress today, for the days of summer can slow a man by the sweat that such heat can cause. His eyes spot the moving Dunlending band, but he still does not move, even though his own figure is not hidden an probably seen by anyone who might look in his direciton. Then, another sight, goblins. Slowly, Tet'Nak's head moves, peering in their drections. Standing, his pipe falls into his hand, and his spit dropping into the pipe's mouth to extinguish the flames. "Looks like some Dunlendings are going to get slaughtered." He makes no facial expression, just watches, "That would be a shame," he says with a laugh, meandering down the hill toward the fracass.
Absaroka grins slowly to himself as Morcul points out the group of Dunlendings. Hunting indeed will be found this day, and better prey than a simple deer or rabbit. This prey might fight back and prove a worthy challenge. Pushing his way past many of the other Scouts, the half-orc drops to one knee and bends his bow, sighting down the shaft towards Khaldrin. If the leader is killed, the others will fight with a little less inspiration, perhaps...
After a moment of judging the wind, the arrow is released towards the big man's torso.
Absaroka launches an arrow...
Absaroka's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
The sun sinks in the sky and falls below the horizon. Nighttime takes over.
Gorak unsheathes his magnificent sword, raises it above his head and with a mighty ROAR he charges towards the Dundelings. "Time to die, foolish humans!" He shouts as he becomes within arms distance of one of them.
Morcul watches as the arrows fly over his head into the Dunlendings. He hasn't noticed the other arrival of Tet'nak. Watching the fingerless -Hai Gorak charges down the hill he smiles fully, "Yes fire in his belly." He glances to Rat and Absaroka, "Keep shooting, try not to hit me." He then stands and charges down the hill behind the lesser -Hai brandishing his heavy iron War Hammer swining it wildly above his head. The Crebain begin to gather in anticipation of blood.
Khaldrin hears the distinctive whistling of an arrow passing way too close to him, for his own comfort. He shouts out in Dunael to his men, "Archers! Move!" He takes off toward the hill they were approaching, not turning back, mearly assuming his men will follow. The 5 men with Khaldrin seem to hesitate for a moment, as Khal runs in a direction that isn't directly towards the fight. Then quickly gain thier senses, and follow him behind the hill. Standing behind the hill and most the way down from the crest, they keep themselves out of line of sight from the cowardly archers. He draws his pair of maces and drops his pack to the ground, and his men follow suit. Two longswords, two spears, and one who carries naught but a large stick, that serves as a club, waiting for the orcs to crest the hill.
Tet'Nak walks and walks and walks, his gate is incredibly slow and uninterested. "There goblins," Tet'Nak says, shaking his head, "They never play fair. Always attack and trying to eat people. Disgusting." He whistles idly, "Maybe if they had their tongue's cut out and wiped across their ass they would get their fill of food."
He turns his head, looking at the Dunlendings for a moment, but says nothing as they start mounting their defense. He continues to walk toward where the "in between" point between the two forces are. Finally, he draws his hand and a half sword, tossing the flat of the blade up onto his shoulder as he continues.
"It hardly seems fair does it Tet'Nak?" The tall black haired man says to the man next to him. I guess we should at least help don't you?" And so the pair walks, but as Tet'Nak draws his weapon, Kylin does not till they come to a good spot to mount their defense.
Calmly Kylin watches the creatures charge, eyes darting upwards in time to sidestep one of the many arrows that sail in the air. The mighty blade is slowly drawn, a faint whisper sounds as it is. Cold grey eyes turn back from the arrow that gets buried in the ground not a foot from him to the one that charges. He holds his ground, sword pulled back and the tip draws little circles above his head. Still he waits so, feet slightly apart, a fighter's stance for sure. He waits, years of battles keeps him calm and focused.
Morcul motions to the Archers as he charges down the hill then stops, "Ratsgruka, Absaruka! Move! Make sure you have a clean shot..." He stops shouting as he notices the lone human with the sword on his shoulder walking towards the group."...at someone other than me!" He isn't sure what the hell to think of it, then he spots the other, Kylin. "Two groups, they seek to out flank us!" He motions at the archers to target either group that come into view. He lets Gorak charge the first group of men, Dunlendings, not worth more than a mention in the grand scheme of Middle-earth is someone was to write a tale about the history of this the Third Age. Instead he trots off toward the two men his shield up, his Hammer ready swung over his head threating, he will close on them shortly.
Absaroka grunts in irritation as the Dunlendings march out of view, obviously making the bow less useful. The arauruk takes a few steps forward, pondering moving into view once more to launch another volley, but other targets of opportunity present themselves instead. With a shrug, he drops to one knee again, drawing a bead upon the first of the two men now walking towards them, Tet'nak. Again, an arrow is set to sinew, pulled back, sighted along, and released...a slight correction made for the wine.
Absaroka launches an arrow...
Absaroka's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
The scout follows Absaroka and takes a few steps forward. Ratsgruka remains standing as an arrow is drawn and notched to her bow. The string is pulled back as the orc holds her breath. Taking aim at one of the two that seem to stroll down the hill. One dark brow arches as she releases the arrow towards the one who waits, this focused warrior.
Ratsgruka launches an arrow...
Ratsgruka's bowshot hits Kylin, mildly wounding him.
Gorak Surveys the scene around him, seeing that he is faced against a few humans he shouts, "Archer support!".
!". Gorak swings his sword around his head, as he charges towards one of the pitiful humans. He closes down on his opponent quickly and launches his sword towards his head in a physic frenzy.
Gorak attacks Khaldrin with his Short Broadsword and moderately wounds him!
Khaldrin holds up the smaller of his maces motioning behind him and in Dunael, "Hold back, incase the rest charge over the hill. This one is mine." he speaks to his men. Readying himself for the fight, he overestimates the lazy orcs charge over the hill, and expecting him sooner than he actually arives, fails to parry the first incoming blow. With a grunt, and a slight jerk, he respositions himself for defence, as for a change, an orc actually strikes him. A grin cross his face, as he throws the smaller of his maces towards the Orcs weapon shoulder, as a test of his defenses.
Khaldrin attacks Gorak with his Mace, but Gorak parries the attack with his shield!
Tet'Nak jumps, "Whoah!" he exclaims, watching Kylin appear over a nearby hill. "You are sneaky, indeed." He does not give much indication that he cares about the arrow, however, as it plunks into the ground a few feet to his left. "Well, I expect they know we are here. See, look, one is even running this way. That's sillyness."
Tet'Nak suddenly starts sprinting full speed in Morcul's direction. It might be totally impossible to launch any sort of real attack, but as he comes within perhaps six feet he wildly leaps into the air! The flight of his body is such that it turns slightly, his right shoulder leading the charge. The shoulder dips as he expects to ram into the shield, the point of his sword pointed in the directon to which he "flies" as well.
You blindly attack Morcul with your Longsword...
Morcul dodges your attack.
It is the one that seems malformed worse than the others, the one with no fingers on one hand that draws Kylin's attention as he charges down the hill. Shield held comfortable from years of practice, his sword still weaving figure eights over his head. So focused is his attention that the black shaft of arrow goes unnoticed till it ticks his shoulder. But it is only a moments glance that this fighter gives it, as long as it didn't stick in, all is well he seems to say. Plain is his features, neither glee nor fear show, just...nothing. He notes that the creature has not looked at him, not once as his path takes him close by. So it is the back of the running creature that draws his swing, the blade given by Saruman glows with the ruins etched upon it, aimed for the back of the one handed thing.
Kylin attacks Gorak with his Longsword, but Gorak parries the attack with his shield!
Absaroka tires of archery for now as his second shaft even misses one not seeming to pay much attention to him, although that is perhaps a miscalculation. Whichever it is, the half-orc turns to his favored weapon, the axe. Setting aside his great bow gently for later retrivel, Absaroka takes his axe up in his right while trotting to where Kylin is now attacking the handless Uruk-hai. He closes the distance quickly, but it is still too much space to cross and get in a surprise attack before Kylin has time to either get in another blow on Gorak, or face Absaroka.
Absaroka wields Axe.
Absaroka straps a thick leather bracer with long metal studs over each forarm.
Gorak grins at his successful hit, but even that split second was too much to not be looking at his opponent. The mace comes flying towards him he raises his shield in defense just in time, as it smashes against it. He readies another attack, but out of the corner of his eye he sees another human charging towards him. He raises his already cracked shield again and waits for the crunch.
Gorak quickly regains himself and shouts "Support!!" and launches another attack towards his first opponent's lower stomach.
Snorting as the arrow just misses the stoic warrior. Neither startled or angry to charge this human attacks the nearest orc, poor Gorak. Another arrow is drawn, slowly placed on the string. With the same patience, Ratsgruka pulls back on the string, a low groan from the fine old wooden bow. A quick release of the string sends another arrow at the warrior.
Ratsgruka launches an arrow...
Ratsgruka's bowshot hits Kylin, lightly wounding him.
Gorak attacks Khaldrin with his Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
Morcul turns as Tet'Nak lunges himself at him. The Uruk-Hai turns as the human throws himself down, the sword swinging widly over his head into the free space just to his left. Morcul spins as the man moves past him he turns in paralel with the Lord Hunter, the two twisting almost in slow motion around one another until Tet'Nak lands and with a snarling howl the Orc counter attacks. "You should have let your freinds suffer on their own..." Shield held high over his chest, he brings the hammer around in a wide sweeping half circle from above down at Tet's Shoulder.
Morcul attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and you parry his attack with your Longsword!
Tet'Nak cannot ram himself, or his blade, off Morcul. He leaps past, but keeps his footing, even through the wild attack. The man takes a few steps backward to right himself, laughing as he gets his feet set.
The Lord-Hunter, or as he was called years ago, bobs his to the side, almost baiting the creature nonchalantly. His sword is even held at his side, the tip of the blade almost touching the ground until the hammer falls. Taking the hilt into both hand, he lifts the blade and deflects the blow with the a fluid movement of his body and sword.
Unlike his hair, his reflexes appear intact. After pushing the blow aside, he simply steps forward, flicking the blade outward and upward toward the underbelly of the goblin attacker, Morcul.
You attack Morcul with your Longsword...
Your attack against Morcul lightly wounds him!
It may be chance, or it may be the years of fighting in the sands in southern Gondor, or it may have been the years of being on the road by himself - what ever it is the hairs prick up on the back of Kylin's neck and he whirls to see a larger foe bearing down on him. One with an axe no less. He re-sets his stance and faces the thing spawned from some dark and twisted mind. He shifts his shield, having slipped a bit as he backwards swing at the first foe.
Another arrow! But this one is headed right for his face and just in the nick of time he dodges the shaft but not fast enough is the man. For it like the first only nics his arm. But for now he can do nothing but face the first attacker, the axe wielding monster.
Khaldrin swings wide with the smaller of his two maces, the grin never wavering almost like he intented to miss. He raises the larger of his maces over his head to strike, and as he prepares for the strike, a grazing slash is made at his stomach. Impacting against the ring jerkin he wears, he only gives a seconds notice to the blow before continuing his attack, he drops the large mace down toward the Orcs head. His men watching at the newcomer charge the group, and the largest of the group aside from Khaldrin moves forward with his club, untill he realizes Kylin's target is the Orc as well, and stops just before he starts to take a swing at Kylin. A confused look crosses his face that says something to the effect of 'Friend?', as he stands there a looks at Kylin.
Khaldrin attacks Gorak with his Mace and lightly wounds him!
His opponents mace speeds towards him, Gorak tries to duck but is too late. The mace smacks dead on with his face, crunching bones and spilling blood. The Uruk stumbles backwards from the hit but quickly regains himself. He swings his sword around, taunting his enemy. "come and get some" he says with a slight grin. Gorak sword launches itself towards the human, aiming for his opened neck.
Gorak attacks Khaldrin with his Short Broadsword, but Khaldrin parries the attack with his Mace!
Absaroka cackles wildly from beneath his visored helm as another arrow screeches towards his quarry, the armor giving him a somewhat brazen sound such as a mechanical robot might have if it were gifted with speech. Quickly closing the remaining distance at a half-sprint, the half-orc raises the blacksteel weapon in anticipation of a strike upon Kylin.
A few more seconds, and Absaroka quickly stops his momentum to avoid running strait into the human warrior and possibly gaffing himself upon the longsword. Dodging to his right a little, the axe falls from right to left towards Kylin's sword-arm
Absaroka attacks Kylin with his Axe, but Kylin parries the attack with his shield!
Morcul is cut along the belly, his chain armor holding most of the attack at bay but not all of it. Black blood is spilt on the ground this night. The Chieftain stands on the hillock in single combat with the unkown man. He drops his shield to block, but far too late. With it lowered, and his hammer nearly hitting the dirt he tirls the heavy hammer and counters once again. Once done spinning the hammer's pike end, the pointy spike side, aim for the belly of Tet as well. The heavy handed attack isn't subtle or filled with finesse, its a clear cut strike.
Morcul attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
Ratsgruka laughs as the arrow again nicks this human. Watching as her teacher charges the warrior she growls. The large orc seems to hide the human from her arrows. Hissing she moves down the hill and works her way around the side to try and attack on the frightened group hiding behind the hill. An arrow quietly is drawn and notched. A quick release as it moves towards the cowardly humans.
A scream is heard from on the other side of the hill. One hiding human finds the orcs arrow has hit its mark and pierced the left arm of the weaklings. On hearing the scream Ratsgruka laughs evilly and fires again.
Tet'Nak sidesteps, "Hey there, ugly," he says offhandedly. "You got something wrong with your wierd looking eyes?" Perhaps none have heard a man bait an orc, but this one is, making fun of something that might not even take offense.
He lifts his sword, thrusting it straight to his right, aimed toward the center of Morcul again.
You attack Morcul with your Longsword...
Morcul parries your attack with his shield!
Khaldrin seems to have found his groove, as he moves his maces back and forth in front of him, making several faints toward the Orc, to keep him on his guard. Two weapons are always better than one, and this is proven as the orc swings towards his neck. With a slight step back, and a fluid swing of his larger mace, Khaldrin knocks the weapon clear, and pushes forward with the smaller one, toward the hopefully exposed inside of the Orcs weapon arm.
His men, continue to hold back, the one with the club moving back to the group, as they stand in a tight defensive circle, in case more orcs crest over the hill.
Khaldrin attacks Gorak with his Mace and badly wounds him!
The cry of a wolf sounds out into the night sky. Perched on a grey wolf is the full armor clad wolf rider Gunbrog. With spear in hand he howls along with his wolf as he approaches the sceen. Grining at the mass chaos and confusion unfolding in the battle field, the riders eye falls upon a certain Uruk-Hai bear claner. With a quick thrusts of his arm into the air, he launches his spear toward the direction of the cheiftain.
Gunbrog wields Spear.
Gunbrog throws a spear...
Gunbrog's spear throw is knocked out of the air by Morcul and his war hammer!
The spear lies now on the ground at his feet.
Gunbrog removes Spear.
You paged Emma with 'I didn't even know it was still there.'.
The shock rings the metal shield as the axe hits and glances away, but Kylin stands fast - well not stands for the blow knocks him back a half step. He pushes back with the blackened metal in case the one that attacks him follows his swing. All the while his sword is whispering in the air as it begins it's downward arch, his swing aiming for the arm that is at one end of the deadly weapon. And even as this is happening, he is moving, dancing to his right all the while.
Kylin attacks Absaroka with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.
Morcul lifts his shield and knocks the sword away, and then suddenly lifts his hammer into the air and parries the incoming spear. The weapon its the ground and the Chieftain looks down into the grass at the spear, a snarl on his lips, he has seen this weapon before. No time, he has to deal with Tet'Nak. He doesn't take the bait and fights on just as he has before, with all his strength and all his power focused on his hammer's head hitting.
BANG, the mace hits Goraks in between the eyes, sending a hot rush of pain through him and knocking him backwards a few feet. Goraks vision went blurry, but he could see the large figure of the human in the distance. He charges him, sending his sword forward.
Morcul attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
Gorak attacks Khaldrin with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by an arm's length.
Absaroka moves the right portion of his body quickly backwards to avoid the sword-stroke, preferring to not be hit at all rather than warding blows with his shield if at all possible. The less jarring to his left arm, the more useful it will be when the half-orc has no last resort.
With the sword avoided, Absaroka moves in quickly, not waiting for another slash or defense to be formed. Right foot leading the left, the axe slashes from just under the horizantal towards the left, seeking to find entrance under the warding longsword and to bite deeply into the flesh under the man's arm.
Absaroka attacks Kylin with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.
"Damn it.." Mutters Gunbrog under his breath. He lifts his left hand over toward his back and grabs hold of another spear. Twirling it in the air he charges toward Morcul. An angry rage is flowing through him and his wolf as she is now set at a grueling pace. As he appraoches his target Gunbrog lets out a cry, "Die bear clan scum! I shall rid you from our caves and this battle field!" With that he jabs his spear toward his back.
Gunbrog attacks Morcul with his Bare Hands, but Morcul parries the attack with his War Hammer!
Khaldrin moves with a speed and agility, that defies his great size. The tower of a man, that is this Dunlending, again takes a quick step, this time to his left, and avoids the swing of the Orc alltogether. Without the need to parry, he puts the smaller of his maces in a purely defensive position, and thrusts the larger of the maces towards the chest of the Uruk-Hai before him.
Khaldrin attacks Gorak with his Mace and moderately wounds him!
Gunbrog wields Wolf Paw.
Tet'Nak ducks, letting the hammer pass overhead with a "woosh". His knees bend and extend quickly, as if just his eighteenth summer had passed instead of nearly fifty. He snarls, not saying anything, standing full and taking a step back. Tet'Nak eyes pass over the goblin, judging whatever weaknesses he might have, but he sees none that he really cares about. Simply, he just rears back, pulling the sword almost tipping over as he does so, and swings his blade forward violently.
You attack Morcul with your Longsword...
Your attack against Morcul badly wounds him!
The human with the walking stick moves up the hill an towards Ratsgruka. The club swings around and around seeming to try and distract the orc or ward off an arrow. The orc smiles and notches that arrow and watches the swinging club. It moves up and down, as soon as its down she fires. An arrow flies quicker then this weak human can react. The arrow hits the maggot in the belly. A soft chink as this arrow burries deep through the armor and into that soft, white skin. The club drops as the man grabs at the arrow and falls back towards the others. Again the orc laughs.
The dance of Kylin has worked to an extent, for if he hadn't moved surely he would have been cleaved in two. But he did and it is only the air that is split so. With his defensive steps he lost the ability to connect with his blade and it hits nothing. But not a moment is wasted, for he still moves, but now forward to close with in the arc of the axe with in the killing zone in hopes that he can avoid the sharpened edge of the weapon. His is much better close in and he uses it to it's fullest tackt. A quick jab comes from under the edge of the shield, aimed at the gut of the creature before him.
Kylin attacks Absaroka with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!
Gorak gets knocked back down again, but he's not giving up yet. He quickly rises again and readies his sword. He swings it towards the human's lower leg, but at the last second swipes his sword upward, aiming for his stomach.
Gorak attacks Khaldrin with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a long shot.
Morcul staggers from the blow of the man, a long slice of flesh cut open, chain links shatter to the ground. No time to think about it however. With a spin he sweeps his hammer around from the left to right, a whooshing of air pushes out around the weapon as he aims for the hip of the man. Just then he ducks under the thrust of a poorly placed spear from a warg rider, "Gunbrog! You fool, there are half a dozen men over that rise that Sharku wants dead and you attack me! Ugluk will hear of this betrayal, and you will suffer for it if I you don't die out here." He turns his attack from Tet'Nak to the wolf rider, for the Orc's leg.
Morcul attacks Gunbrog with his War Hammer, but he misses by a long shot.
Absaroka again tries to rotate backwards towards his left to avoid the sword-thrust, but this time he is not quite quick enough. The longsword hits the right part of his ribcage, but luckily is mostly turned by the ringed jerkin guarding his torso. A slight woosh of breath is heard as air escapes his lungs from the force of the impact. Quickly, whatever miner pain is shaken off, and once again the axe falls, this time from left to right, once more simply aimed to remove the sword-hand from it's arm, leaving more menacing than a bloody stump.
Absaroka attacks Kylin with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.
Khaldrin watches the orc fall and regain his footing, the grin growing slightly upon his face, and again he avoids the pitiful swing of the Hai, anticipating change-up, and moving clean out of the way. In a well spoken, if not a bit accented Westron, he taunts his newest opponent, "Like all Uruk, you will flee before Khaldrin, the Fury of Kiern! Go back to the rock from where you came!" With his taunt issued, he maintains his defensive stance with the smaller mace, and raises the larger of his two maces, to again, drop the heavy ball atop the Uruk's head, using not only his own great strenght, but the weapon own weight, against his opponent.
Khaldrin attacks Gorak with his Mace and moderately wounds him!
Tet'Nak watches Morcul and Gunbrog start fighting. He blinks, then shrugs, "Goblins," he says simply. The man does not follow up his attack, even though the exposed back of Morcul looks tempting and prime to be ran through. Instead, he backpedels, so that an goblin will not get the same chance. He disengages completely, when far enough away, turns and actually jogs off ... leaving the goblins and Dunlendings to fight it out by themselves.
His wolf turns violently to the left almsot dismounting its rider. But he atleast doges the attack by Morcul. Another shrieking howl is emerged from the wolf as she charges for a new person. With this his spear is aligned and pointed directly at the human Khaldrin, as he approaches he thrusts his sword toward the humans chest, hopefully he will make contact.
Gunbrog attacks Khaldrin with his Spear and moderately wounds him!
You dodge aside from Morcul...
You plod to the west along the track that borders the foothills.
The sky is quite overcast, and the air is cool and breezy.
You stand at the northeastern most point of the Gap of Rohan. The Misty
Mountains are directly to the north, scant paces away the sever foothills
begin. To the west a road continues, taking one to the Fords of Isen, and
eventually Isengard. Another track leads northward up into the southern Misty
Mountains. A third road leads away to the southeast, back towards the main
part of Rohan. A final path leads to the Northeast, towards the famed forest
of Fangorn.
Contents:
Ratsgruka
Gorak
Absaroka
Morcul
Khaldrin
Obvious exits:
NorthEast leads to Path---South of Fangorn.
West leads to Track--Along Foothills.
North leads to Misty Mountains of Isengard: Among the Foothills, Southern Tip.
SouthEast leads to Plains (south of Misty Mountains).
As the sun prepares to hide its ugly head, and allow the glory of night take hold along the north-eastern edge of the Gap of Rohan, a gentle but chill breeze whistles down from the Misty Mountains. Khaldrin's group moves a good bit north of the beaten path, following along the edge of the roughly rolling hills leading up to the Misty mountains. Heading generally toward the edge of Fangorn, this small band of a handful of Dunlendings, move as quick as thier heavily laden backs will allow, which is not nearly as fast as the apparent leader of the group would like. The lead man, that dwarves the rest of the group, with both his own size and the size of his particular load, moves several yards ahead of the rest of the group. Not far enough to be scouting, it is likely the rest of the group just isn't keeping up.
From the Northeast a small collection of Orcs, both Uruk-hai and Arauruk move in the tall grasses of the Rohan. With the dusk setting in thick the figures hope for the cover of full night soon. Leading the small band of Uruk-Hai is Morcul, a very heavily armored Orc. His movements are no doubt a thorn in the side of the much quieter scouts that follow behind. He trots along as a good pace scanning the horizon for any sings of humans - camp fires, horses, traveling men. He pauses as the group crests the last hill. He drops to one knee, "There, half a dozen men moving swiftly. No doubt they move to catch up with the others we have slaughtered already. Be sure to remind them of that before we kill them." He motions the scouts to the front, "See if you can't take a few down before Gorak and I butcher them."
Pipe smoke billows off the top of one of the hills amongst the rolling plains of the Gap of Rohan. Ember spark and catch ablaze as a figure smokes pipeweed leisurely from the clear vantage upon the hilltop. That figure, an aging man once considered dead, known as Tet'Nak, is seated without worry or strain.
He wears light dress today, for the days of summer can slow a man by the sweat that such heat can cause. His eyes spot the moving Dunlending band, but he still does not move, even though his own figure is not hidden an probably seen by anyone who might look in his direciton. Then, another sight, goblins. Slowly, Tet'Nak's head moves, peering in their drections. Standing, his pipe falls into his hand, and his spit dropping into the pipe's mouth to extinguish the flames. "Looks like some Dunlendings are going to get slaughtered." He makes no facial expression, just watches, "That would be a shame," he says with a laugh, meandering down the hill toward the fracass.
Absaroka grins slowly to himself as Morcul points out the group of Dunlendings. Hunting indeed will be found this day, and better prey than a simple deer or rabbit. This prey might fight back and prove a worthy challenge. Pushing his way past many of the other Scouts, the half-orc drops to one knee and bends his bow, sighting down the shaft towards Khaldrin. If the leader is killed, the others will fight with a little less inspiration, perhaps...
After a moment of judging the wind, the arrow is released towards the big man's torso.
Absaroka launches an arrow...
Absaroka's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
The sun sinks in the sky and falls below the horizon. Nighttime takes over.
Gorak unsheathes his magnificent sword, raises it above his head and with a mighty ROAR he charges towards the Dundelings. "Time to die, foolish humans!" He shouts as he becomes within arms distance of one of them.
Morcul watches as the arrows fly over his head into the Dunlendings. He hasn't noticed the other arrival of Tet'nak. Watching the fingerless -Hai Gorak charges down the hill he smiles fully, "Yes fire in his belly." He glances to Rat and Absaroka, "Keep shooting, try not to hit me." He then stands and charges down the hill behind the lesser -Hai brandishing his heavy iron War Hammer swining it wildly above his head. The Crebain begin to gather in anticipation of blood.
Khaldrin hears the distinctive whistling of an arrow passing way too close to him, for his own comfort. He shouts out in Dunael to his men, "Archers! Move!" He takes off toward the hill they were approaching, not turning back, mearly assuming his men will follow. The 5 men with Khaldrin seem to hesitate for a moment, as Khal runs in a direction that isn't directly towards the fight. Then quickly gain thier senses, and follow him behind the hill. Standing behind the hill and most the way down from the crest, they keep themselves out of line of sight from the cowardly archers. He draws his pair of maces and drops his pack to the ground, and his men follow suit. Two longswords, two spears, and one who carries naught but a large stick, that serves as a club, waiting for the orcs to crest the hill.
Tet'Nak walks and walks and walks, his gate is incredibly slow and uninterested. "There goblins," Tet'Nak says, shaking his head, "They never play fair. Always attack and trying to eat people. Disgusting." He whistles idly, "Maybe if they had their tongue's cut out and wiped across their ass they would get their fill of food."
He turns his head, looking at the Dunlendings for a moment, but says nothing as they start mounting their defense. He continues to walk toward where the "in between" point between the two forces are. Finally, he draws his hand and a half sword, tossing the flat of the blade up onto his shoulder as he continues.
"It hardly seems fair does it Tet'Nak?" The tall black haired man says to the man next to him. I guess we should at least help don't you?" And so the pair walks, but as Tet'Nak draws his weapon, Kylin does not till they come to a good spot to mount their defense.
Calmly Kylin watches the creatures charge, eyes darting upwards in time to sidestep one of the many arrows that sail in the air. The mighty blade is slowly drawn, a faint whisper sounds as it is. Cold grey eyes turn back from the arrow that gets buried in the ground not a foot from him to the one that charges. He holds his ground, sword pulled back and the tip draws little circles above his head. Still he waits so, feet slightly apart, a fighter's stance for sure. He waits, years of battles keeps him calm and focused.
Morcul motions to the Archers as he charges down the hill then stops, "Ratsgruka, Absaruka! Move! Make sure you have a clean shot..." He stops shouting as he notices the lone human with the sword on his shoulder walking towards the group."...at someone other than me!" He isn't sure what the hell to think of it, then he spots the other, Kylin. "Two groups, they seek to out flank us!" He motions at the archers to target either group that come into view. He lets Gorak charge the first group of men, Dunlendings, not worth more than a mention in the grand scheme of Middle-earth is someone was to write a tale about the history of this the Third Age. Instead he trots off toward the two men his shield up, his Hammer ready swung over his head threating, he will close on them shortly.
Absaroka grunts in irritation as the Dunlendings march out of view, obviously making the bow less useful. The arauruk takes a few steps forward, pondering moving into view once more to launch another volley, but other targets of opportunity present themselves instead. With a shrug, he drops to one knee again, drawing a bead upon the first of the two men now walking towards them, Tet'nak. Again, an arrow is set to sinew, pulled back, sighted along, and released...a slight correction made for the wine.
Absaroka launches an arrow...
Absaroka's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
The scout follows Absaroka and takes a few steps forward. Ratsgruka remains standing as an arrow is drawn and notched to her bow. The string is pulled back as the orc holds her breath. Taking aim at one of the two that seem to stroll down the hill. One dark brow arches as she releases the arrow towards the one who waits, this focused warrior.
Ratsgruka launches an arrow...
Ratsgruka's bowshot hits Kylin, mildly wounding him.
Gorak Surveys the scene around him, seeing that he is faced against a few humans he shouts, "Archer support!".
!". Gorak swings his sword around his head, as he charges towards one of the pitiful humans. He closes down on his opponent quickly and launches his sword towards his head in a physic frenzy.
Gorak attacks Khaldrin with his Short Broadsword and moderately wounds him!
Khaldrin holds up the smaller of his maces motioning behind him and in Dunael, "Hold back, incase the rest charge over the hill. This one is mine." he speaks to his men. Readying himself for the fight, he overestimates the lazy orcs charge over the hill, and expecting him sooner than he actually arives, fails to parry the first incoming blow. With a grunt, and a slight jerk, he respositions himself for defence, as for a change, an orc actually strikes him. A grin cross his face, as he throws the smaller of his maces towards the Orcs weapon shoulder, as a test of his defenses.
Khaldrin attacks Gorak with his Mace, but Gorak parries the attack with his shield!
Tet'Nak jumps, "Whoah!" he exclaims, watching Kylin appear over a nearby hill. "You are sneaky, indeed." He does not give much indication that he cares about the arrow, however, as it plunks into the ground a few feet to his left. "Well, I expect they know we are here. See, look, one is even running this way. That's sillyness."
Tet'Nak suddenly starts sprinting full speed in Morcul's direction. It might be totally impossible to launch any sort of real attack, but as he comes within perhaps six feet he wildly leaps into the air! The flight of his body is such that it turns slightly, his right shoulder leading the charge. The shoulder dips as he expects to ram into the shield, the point of his sword pointed in the directon to which he "flies" as well.
You blindly attack Morcul with your Longsword...
Morcul dodges your attack.
It is the one that seems malformed worse than the others, the one with no fingers on one hand that draws Kylin's attention as he charges down the hill. Shield held comfortable from years of practice, his sword still weaving figure eights over his head. So focused is his attention that the black shaft of arrow goes unnoticed till it ticks his shoulder. But it is only a moments glance that this fighter gives it, as long as it didn't stick in, all is well he seems to say. Plain is his features, neither glee nor fear show, just...nothing. He notes that the creature has not looked at him, not once as his path takes him close by. So it is the back of the running creature that draws his swing, the blade given by Saruman glows with the ruins etched upon it, aimed for the back of the one handed thing.
Kylin attacks Gorak with his Longsword, but Gorak parries the attack with his shield!
Absaroka tires of archery for now as his second shaft even misses one not seeming to pay much attention to him, although that is perhaps a miscalculation. Whichever it is, the half-orc turns to his favored weapon, the axe. Setting aside his great bow gently for later retrivel, Absaroka takes his axe up in his right while trotting to where Kylin is now attacking the handless Uruk-hai. He closes the distance quickly, but it is still too much space to cross and get in a surprise attack before Kylin has time to either get in another blow on Gorak, or face Absaroka.
Absaroka wields Axe.
Absaroka straps a thick leather bracer with long metal studs over each forarm.
Gorak grins at his successful hit, but even that split second was too much to not be looking at his opponent. The mace comes flying towards him he raises his shield in defense just in time, as it smashes against it. He readies another attack, but out of the corner of his eye he sees another human charging towards him. He raises his already cracked shield again and waits for the crunch.
Gorak quickly regains himself and shouts "Support!!" and launches another attack towards his first opponent's lower stomach.
Snorting as the arrow just misses the stoic warrior. Neither startled or angry to charge this human attacks the nearest orc, poor Gorak. Another arrow is drawn, slowly placed on the string. With the same patience, Ratsgruka pulls back on the string, a low groan from the fine old wooden bow. A quick release of the string sends another arrow at the warrior.
Ratsgruka launches an arrow...
Ratsgruka's bowshot hits Kylin, lightly wounding him.
Gorak attacks Khaldrin with his Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
Morcul turns as Tet'Nak lunges himself at him. The Uruk-Hai turns as the human throws himself down, the sword swinging widly over his head into the free space just to his left. Morcul spins as the man moves past him he turns in paralel with the Lord Hunter, the two twisting almost in slow motion around one another until Tet'Nak lands and with a snarling howl the Orc counter attacks. "You should have let your freinds suffer on their own..." Shield held high over his chest, he brings the hammer around in a wide sweeping half circle from above down at Tet's Shoulder.
Morcul attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and you parry his attack with your Longsword!
Tet'Nak cannot ram himself, or his blade, off Morcul. He leaps past, but keeps his footing, even through the wild attack. The man takes a few steps backward to right himself, laughing as he gets his feet set.
The Lord-Hunter, or as he was called years ago, bobs his to the side, almost baiting the creature nonchalantly. His sword is even held at his side, the tip of the blade almost touching the ground until the hammer falls. Taking the hilt into both hand, he lifts the blade and deflects the blow with the a fluid movement of his body and sword.
Unlike his hair, his reflexes appear intact. After pushing the blow aside, he simply steps forward, flicking the blade outward and upward toward the underbelly of the goblin attacker, Morcul.
You attack Morcul with your Longsword...
Your attack against Morcul lightly wounds him!
It may be chance, or it may be the years of fighting in the sands in southern Gondor, or it may have been the years of being on the road by himself - what ever it is the hairs prick up on the back of Kylin's neck and he whirls to see a larger foe bearing down on him. One with an axe no less. He re-sets his stance and faces the thing spawned from some dark and twisted mind. He shifts his shield, having slipped a bit as he backwards swing at the first foe.
Another arrow! But this one is headed right for his face and just in the nick of time he dodges the shaft but not fast enough is the man. For it like the first only nics his arm. But for now he can do nothing but face the first attacker, the axe wielding monster.
Khaldrin swings wide with the smaller of his two maces, the grin never wavering almost like he intented to miss. He raises the larger of his maces over his head to strike, and as he prepares for the strike, a grazing slash is made at his stomach. Impacting against the ring jerkin he wears, he only gives a seconds notice to the blow before continuing his attack, he drops the large mace down toward the Orcs head. His men watching at the newcomer charge the group, and the largest of the group aside from Khaldrin moves forward with his club, untill he realizes Kylin's target is the Orc as well, and stops just before he starts to take a swing at Kylin. A confused look crosses his face that says something to the effect of 'Friend?', as he stands there a looks at Kylin.
Khaldrin attacks Gorak with his Mace and lightly wounds him!
His opponents mace speeds towards him, Gorak tries to duck but is too late. The mace smacks dead on with his face, crunching bones and spilling blood. The Uruk stumbles backwards from the hit but quickly regains himself. He swings his sword around, taunting his enemy. "come and get some" he says with a slight grin. Gorak sword launches itself towards the human, aiming for his opened neck.
Gorak attacks Khaldrin with his Short Broadsword, but Khaldrin parries the attack with his Mace!
Absaroka cackles wildly from beneath his visored helm as another arrow screeches towards his quarry, the armor giving him a somewhat brazen sound such as a mechanical robot might have if it were gifted with speech. Quickly closing the remaining distance at a half-sprint, the half-orc raises the blacksteel weapon in anticipation of a strike upon Kylin.
A few more seconds, and Absaroka quickly stops his momentum to avoid running strait into the human warrior and possibly gaffing himself upon the longsword. Dodging to his right a little, the axe falls from right to left towards Kylin's sword-arm
Absaroka attacks Kylin with his Axe, but Kylin parries the attack with his shield!
Morcul is cut along the belly, his chain armor holding most of the attack at bay but not all of it. Black blood is spilt on the ground this night. The Chieftain stands on the hillock in single combat with the unkown man. He drops his shield to block, but far too late. With it lowered, and his hammer nearly hitting the dirt he tirls the heavy hammer and counters once again. Once done spinning the hammer's pike end, the pointy spike side, aim for the belly of Tet as well. The heavy handed attack isn't subtle or filled with finesse, its a clear cut strike.
Morcul attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
Ratsgruka laughs as the arrow again nicks this human. Watching as her teacher charges the warrior she growls. The large orc seems to hide the human from her arrows. Hissing she moves down the hill and works her way around the side to try and attack on the frightened group hiding behind the hill. An arrow quietly is drawn and notched. A quick release as it moves towards the cowardly humans.
A scream is heard from on the other side of the hill. One hiding human finds the orcs arrow has hit its mark and pierced the left arm of the weaklings. On hearing the scream Ratsgruka laughs evilly and fires again.
Tet'Nak sidesteps, "Hey there, ugly," he says offhandedly. "You got something wrong with your wierd looking eyes?" Perhaps none have heard a man bait an orc, but this one is, making fun of something that might not even take offense.
He lifts his sword, thrusting it straight to his right, aimed toward the center of Morcul again.
You attack Morcul with your Longsword...
Morcul parries your attack with his shield!
Khaldrin seems to have found his groove, as he moves his maces back and forth in front of him, making several faints toward the Orc, to keep him on his guard. Two weapons are always better than one, and this is proven as the orc swings towards his neck. With a slight step back, and a fluid swing of his larger mace, Khaldrin knocks the weapon clear, and pushes forward with the smaller one, toward the hopefully exposed inside of the Orcs weapon arm.
His men, continue to hold back, the one with the club moving back to the group, as they stand in a tight defensive circle, in case more orcs crest over the hill.
Khaldrin attacks Gorak with his Mace and badly wounds him!
The cry of a wolf sounds out into the night sky. Perched on a grey wolf is the full armor clad wolf rider Gunbrog. With spear in hand he howls along with his wolf as he approaches the sceen. Grining at the mass chaos and confusion unfolding in the battle field, the riders eye falls upon a certain Uruk-Hai bear claner. With a quick thrusts of his arm into the air, he launches his spear toward the direction of the cheiftain.
Gunbrog wields Spear.
Gunbrog throws a spear...
Gunbrog's spear throw is knocked out of the air by Morcul and his war hammer!
The spear lies now on the ground at his feet.
Gunbrog removes Spear.
You paged Emma with 'I didn't even know it was still there.'.
The shock rings the metal shield as the axe hits and glances away, but Kylin stands fast - well not stands for the blow knocks him back a half step. He pushes back with the blackened metal in case the one that attacks him follows his swing. All the while his sword is whispering in the air as it begins it's downward arch, his swing aiming for the arm that is at one end of the deadly weapon. And even as this is happening, he is moving, dancing to his right all the while.
Kylin attacks Absaroka with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.
Morcul lifts his shield and knocks the sword away, and then suddenly lifts his hammer into the air and parries the incoming spear. The weapon its the ground and the Chieftain looks down into the grass at the spear, a snarl on his lips, he has seen this weapon before. No time, he has to deal with Tet'Nak. He doesn't take the bait and fights on just as he has before, with all his strength and all his power focused on his hammer's head hitting.
BANG, the mace hits Goraks in between the eyes, sending a hot rush of pain through him and knocking him backwards a few feet. Goraks vision went blurry, but he could see the large figure of the human in the distance. He charges him, sending his sword forward.
Morcul attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
Gorak attacks Khaldrin with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by an arm's length.
Absaroka moves the right portion of his body quickly backwards to avoid the sword-stroke, preferring to not be hit at all rather than warding blows with his shield if at all possible. The less jarring to his left arm, the more useful it will be when the half-orc has no last resort.
With the sword avoided, Absaroka moves in quickly, not waiting for another slash or defense to be formed. Right foot leading the left, the axe slashes from just under the horizantal towards the left, seeking to find entrance under the warding longsword and to bite deeply into the flesh under the man's arm.
Absaroka attacks Kylin with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.
"Damn it.." Mutters Gunbrog under his breath. He lifts his left hand over toward his back and grabs hold of another spear. Twirling it in the air he charges toward Morcul. An angry rage is flowing through him and his wolf as she is now set at a grueling pace. As he appraoches his target Gunbrog lets out a cry, "Die bear clan scum! I shall rid you from our caves and this battle field!" With that he jabs his spear toward his back.
Gunbrog attacks Morcul with his Bare Hands, but Morcul parries the attack with his War Hammer!
Khaldrin moves with a speed and agility, that defies his great size. The tower of a man, that is this Dunlending, again takes a quick step, this time to his left, and avoids the swing of the Orc alltogether. Without the need to parry, he puts the smaller of his maces in a purely defensive position, and thrusts the larger of the maces towards the chest of the Uruk-Hai before him.
Khaldrin attacks Gorak with his Mace and moderately wounds him!
Gunbrog wields Wolf Paw.
Tet'Nak ducks, letting the hammer pass overhead with a "woosh". His knees bend and extend quickly, as if just his eighteenth summer had passed instead of nearly fifty. He snarls, not saying anything, standing full and taking a step back. Tet'Nak eyes pass over the goblin, judging whatever weaknesses he might have, but he sees none that he really cares about. Simply, he just rears back, pulling the sword almost tipping over as he does so, and swings his blade forward violently.
You attack Morcul with your Longsword...
Your attack against Morcul badly wounds him!
The human with the walking stick moves up the hill an towards Ratsgruka. The club swings around and around seeming to try and distract the orc or ward off an arrow. The orc smiles and notches that arrow and watches the swinging club. It moves up and down, as soon as its down she fires. An arrow flies quicker then this weak human can react. The arrow hits the maggot in the belly. A soft chink as this arrow burries deep through the armor and into that soft, white skin. The club drops as the man grabs at the arrow and falls back towards the others. Again the orc laughs.
The dance of Kylin has worked to an extent, for if he hadn't moved surely he would have been cleaved in two. But he did and it is only the air that is split so. With his defensive steps he lost the ability to connect with his blade and it hits nothing. But not a moment is wasted, for he still moves, but now forward to close with in the arc of the axe with in the killing zone in hopes that he can avoid the sharpened edge of the weapon. His is much better close in and he uses it to it's fullest tackt. A quick jab comes from under the edge of the shield, aimed at the gut of the creature before him.
Kylin attacks Absaroka with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!
Gorak gets knocked back down again, but he's not giving up yet. He quickly rises again and readies his sword. He swings it towards the human's lower leg, but at the last second swipes his sword upward, aiming for his stomach.
Gorak attacks Khaldrin with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a long shot.
Morcul staggers from the blow of the man, a long slice of flesh cut open, chain links shatter to the ground. No time to think about it however. With a spin he sweeps his hammer around from the left to right, a whooshing of air pushes out around the weapon as he aims for the hip of the man. Just then he ducks under the thrust of a poorly placed spear from a warg rider, "Gunbrog! You fool, there are half a dozen men over that rise that Sharku wants dead and you attack me! Ugluk will hear of this betrayal, and you will suffer for it if I you don't die out here." He turns his attack from Tet'Nak to the wolf rider, for the Orc's leg.
Morcul attacks Gunbrog with his War Hammer, but he misses by a long shot.
Absaroka again tries to rotate backwards towards his left to avoid the sword-thrust, but this time he is not quite quick enough. The longsword hits the right part of his ribcage, but luckily is mostly turned by the ringed jerkin guarding his torso. A slight woosh of breath is heard as air escapes his lungs from the force of the impact. Quickly, whatever miner pain is shaken off, and once again the axe falls, this time from left to right, once more simply aimed to remove the sword-hand from it's arm, leaving more menacing than a bloody stump.
Absaroka attacks Kylin with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.
Khaldrin watches the orc fall and regain his footing, the grin growing slightly upon his face, and again he avoids the pitiful swing of the Hai, anticipating change-up, and moving clean out of the way. In a well spoken, if not a bit accented Westron, he taunts his newest opponent, "Like all Uruk, you will flee before Khaldrin, the Fury of Kiern! Go back to the rock from where you came!" With his taunt issued, he maintains his defensive stance with the smaller mace, and raises the larger of his two maces, to again, drop the heavy ball atop the Uruk's head, using not only his own great strenght, but the weapon own weight, against his opponent.
Khaldrin attacks Gorak with his Mace and moderately wounds him!
Tet'Nak watches Morcul and Gunbrog start fighting. He blinks, then shrugs, "Goblins," he says simply. The man does not follow up his attack, even though the exposed back of Morcul looks tempting and prime to be ran through. Instead, he backpedels, so that an goblin will not get the same chance. He disengages completely, when far enough away, turns and actually jogs off ... leaving the goblins and Dunlendings to fight it out by themselves.
His wolf turns violently to the left almsot dismounting its rider. But he atleast doges the attack by Morcul. Another shrieking howl is emerged from the wolf as she charges for a new person. With this his spear is aligned and pointed directly at the human Khaldrin, as he approaches he thrusts his sword toward the humans chest, hopefully he will make contact.
Gunbrog attacks Khaldrin with his Spear and moderately wounds him!
You dodge aside from Morcul...
You plod to the west along the track that borders the foothills.
Players: Tet'Nak, Kylin, Morcul, Ratsgruka, Absaroka, Gorak, Khaldrin
Located in: Dunlending | Isendrim
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