Mirkwood Battle 2 - And So Ends Grot!
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Old Forest Road, Grassy Knoll
The Old Forest Road ascends and descends a tall knoll at this point in its longitudinal traverse of the great forest. The summer forest is thick with growth around you, though the trees thin out around the bald knob of the hill. The dawn air is warm around you, and below you the earth is damp and soft. The road is carved with wagon, boot, and hoof prints.
Sunlight streams through the gap in the trees onto the top of the rocky knoll.
Contents:
Immin
Gimli
Ranol
Naknut
Grot
Grishnakh
Frarin
Gunnarr
Ovor
Mobeorn
Dwarven Camp
Thari
Overgrown Tomb
Obvious exits:
SouthWest, NorthWest, East, and West
[Grishnakh(#22300)]
And Gimli's next attack is defeated by an ally. Mobeorn slams the 300 pound orc sideways and he hits the ground, the beast on top of him still. Gimli's axe calmly stabs nothing but air.
The commander howls with glee at the sight of the bear, a howls with sadistic pleasure as his flesh and armor is torn by the bear. Did he break a rib? He stabs his blade at the bear's ribs. A sort of backwards motion in their current state. He growls out, The offer still stands!"
Grishnakh attacks Mobeorn with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
[Grot(#31869)]
Grot's toe is poked by Ranol's sword, and it twitches, before his entire leg twitches back, and out of the reach of Ovor's weapon. A growl issues from his lips, and as he withdraws the axe, he chuckles. "Pathetic work." he states simply, bringing his axehead up, and swiftly reversing momentum, sending the butt spike of the weapon in a thrust for Ranol's inner right thigh.
Through it all, the behemoth seems to put as little weight upon his left leg as possible.
Grot attacks Ranol with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a mile.
[Frarin(#31050)] As Thari pushes his hand away, Frarin nearly unbalances, but he quickly returns to leaning on his war hammer for support. His broken ankle lightly drags on the ground. He frowns deeply, lips pressing together so tightly that they turn white. He looks extremely unhappy at Thari's shouted return, but does not argue the point. His expression says very well that he would much prefer to be himself helping if Thari is going to be protecting the wounded. "Damnit," he growls to himself, though he does not move back towards the wagon.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] The bear doesn't stay long on top of the orc commander: Another roar and Mobeorn takes off through the night, chasing after a group of orcs trying to flank the defenders. Soon there are screams in the night, orc bodies going flying.
[Ranol(#26812)] "I'm sorry, Lord Ovor!" Ranol calls over the loud clash of blades and the thumping feet of the troll. "Definitely need to get some chain.. terrible at dodging.." Then the spike of Grot's axe swings down right at him and the huskarl jumps back quickly out of the way, defying his last statement. "Hurt your leg, troll?" He asks, trying to move around towards Grot's left leg, swinging at it.
[Naknut(#31813)]
"Not today, not tooooday!" Naknut sings, though he does fall silent as the hammer hits him square in the gut. Something snaps! A rib? Or perhaps the last string of sanity the Uruk-Hai has on reality? The response is a strained laugh and a deep growl.
The growl continues as the crazed orc lifts his scimitar with both hands only to bring it down with a roar as he aims to strike Immin's shoulder once more.
Ranol attacks Grot with his Short Broadsword and mildly wounds him!
Naknut attacks Immin with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli growls as his axe goes over Grishnakh's body, as the great bear's paw hits the orc with great strenght. As the orc speaks, the dwarf-lord growls. "You'd better leave, or you'll be stuck here permanently... on a stick", he says, and to prove his point he launches another attack with his axe, the great sword coming again on a sideways swipe.
Gimli attacks Grishnakh with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!
[Immin(#32030)]
Immin barks out a laugh as the orc's blow goes astray and he smirks. "Not so big, are you! Meet your doom, orc!" He hisses sharply as he lifts his maul hammer high to drive a blow at Naknut's head!
Immin attacks Naknut with his Maul Hammer, but he misses by a mile.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari nudges a good shoulder under Frarin's arm. "Come on, my lad, don't look like that. Find something sturdier to lean against and I'll stay behind Lord Gimli." The healer is watching Gimli with an axious eye.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Perhaps I will skin this troll to make some armour!" Grumbles the Thane into his beard, scowling as the troll, once more, avoids his strike. Grumbling once more into his beard, Ovor swings his hammer, the head arcing to, hopefully, land a blow between the troll's legs.
Ovor attacks Grot with his War Hammer and lightly wounds him!
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
From the road comes a lean, tall, dark haired man with a long bow. At once, Lithiugelir halts to take in the scene. Grey eyes sweep the darkness, catching what available light illuminates both foes and friend. With bow already strung and in hand as it has been these many days within the wood, the harper draws forth a long arrow and nocks the shaft.
Yew bow is raised and bent, string drawn well back past the ear... then an arrow is left fly at the hulking monster that is Grot. Can he hit that awful eye?
[Naknut(#31813)]
Bouncing back, and literally bouncing to the side, the Uruk-Hai cackles as his armor clangs like a bell and he begins to drool with excitement. "Swing and a miss!" Naknut laughs out, "So I stab!" On the word stab, the strange beast gunts out the word and shifts with a heafty thrust to the throat of the Dwarf.
Naknut attacks Immin with his Scimitar and lightly wounds him!
[Immin(#32030)]
Immin ducks a blow, but it strikes at his side just next to his neck and he shivers. The dwarf though is doughty and he stands as tall as he can as he recovers and shifts to the side to attack Naknut's side under his arm.
Immin attacks Naknut with his Maul Hammer, but Naknut parries the attack with his Scimitar!
[Grishnakh(#22300)]
The orc leaps to his feet, just in time to catch a battle axe to the ribs. That definately cracked a couple. Grishnkakh grunts loudly, a gasp of air escaping him rather hard. Struggling to catch his breath, the orc makes a hard swipe at the dwarf. Aimed for Gimli's face with all intent of backing him away, Grishnakh almost immediately tries to leap back, head swiveling in a quick survey of exits.
[Grot(#31869)]
The butt spike strikes naught but air, yet Ranol is more fortunate. His blade sweeps in, and strikes at the already injured leg. Howling, Grot pulls even more weight off the appendage, but as he raises his axe to strike once more, a mace strikes true betwixt his legs, striking what less intelligent trolls refer to as 'Jubjubs'.
Howling in pain--nearly losing his grip upon his massive axe--Grot staggers backwards. Toppling to a knee from the wounds upon his left leg, avoiding the arrowshot in the process, the behemoth drops a few feet as he kneels upon the earth beneath, the shock having sent a shudder coursing through the ground. Planting the butt spike in the earth, the Olog-Hai spends a long moment with laboured breath, attempting to regain his composure, and recover from the blow that would make Sauron proud were Ovor one of his many minions.
Grishnakh attacks Gimli with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] It doesn't take long for the bear to finish his work in the forest--or at least for the orcs there to scatter widely. Mobeorn turns his rage again to the main attack, finding Grishnakh once more. A ton of furs and claws comes flying at the orc commander, the attack wild and blind, as if the bear just aims to take off the orc's head.
Mobeorn attacks Grishnakh with his Beijabar Fists and badly wounds him!
[Frarin(#31050)] "Don't treat this like a bloody joke," Frarin growls, clearly growing more stressed by the minute as the sounds of the attack grow to a din. He hops back a few steps towards the wagon, pressing on Thari's shoulder for support. But once he reaches the wagon, he takes a breath and purses his lips. He looks up, resigned. "Go on then," he coughs. "Protect the wounded. I'll be fine. If they reach this bloody wagon, you'll have bigger problems than me on your hands."
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli indeed jumps back, just in time to avoid being struck by the orcish scimitar. However, his leap backwards takes him away from the orc he's fighting and so Gimli raises his axe and starts to approach the orc again, wary for this wily orc's blade.
[Naknut(#31813)]
"Mark em, tag em, eat em!" Naknut chants as he wipes a finger over the blood on his sword. "Ah ah ah!" He calls out in protest as his weapon quickly comes back into defensive position in time to parry the hammer. "Gotta give me a taste!" he growls as he shoves his finger into his mouth to lick off the blood harvested from his sword.
Laughing and still holding his scimitar one handed, the Uruk-hai twists, draws his arm back and once more thrusts his weapon forward aiming to stab at Immin's chest.
Naknut attacks Immin with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!
[Ranol(#26812)] "Would make an awful stench.. my lord.." Ranol responds, "But tough hide. Nice strike, Thane!" Grot crashes to the ground and the huskarl throws his hand out wide to keep his footing. Still, seeing the troll going down spurs the battlelust that all dwarves seem to have from birth. He rushes forward to stab at Grot's more accessible midsection, thrusting with the broadsword.
Ranol attacks Grot with his Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
The harper, Lithiugelir moves around, not wishing to be so focused upon using the bow that he doesn't pay attention to what is going on around him, close up. Another arrow is nocked and a target a moderate distance, but for the moment a clear shot, is selected.... Naknut.
The long shaft is released and the dark flies hard into the night, aimed for orcflesh!
[Immin(#32030)]
Immin gets stabbed and the scimitar bites. The dwarf cries out in pain, but his eyes rage as he pushes off clear of the weapon and swings his maul hammer hard at Naknut to clear the orc off him.
Immin attacks Naknut with his Maul Hammer, but he misses by a hair.
Naknut
Standing straight and tall at just over six feet, this ash-grey creature is heavily muscled. From a distance, it seems almost human in stature. Thin lips, nicked by scars, are often drawn tightly in a sneer, which exposes sharply pointed, yellow teeth. Hazy white eyes set a background for orange-yellow orbs with black, cat-like, pupils. On this creatures long and angular face, a heavy brow bone and high,wide cheekbones dominate his features. In the center of his face, is a large flat nose with flared nostrils. Atop his head, jutting out like spider legs are tightly matted and oiled dreadlocks. This creatures limbs are long and muscular.
Chain mail armor peers out from under the red shirt of the Ushataar Krimpatul that bears the insignia of the unit, a battle axe and scimitar entwined. His pants, the same blood read as is his shirt, completes his clothing. At his waist he has a thick belt, from which hangs a long curved blade. Completing his attire he wears a pair of heavy, black leather boots.
Carrying:
Serrated Scimitar
Wooden Shield
Ring Mail Armor
Metal Helm
Turd
[Ovor(#20753)] "Well, that will go away with time." The Thane barks out a laugh as his blow hits, bringing his hammer back as the troll crashes to the ground his stance widens and his arms move out as well, keeping his balance. The feral grin returns to Ovor's face, and he swings his war hammer at Grot's side.
Ovor attacks Grot with his War Hammer, but Grot parries the attack with his Battle Axe!
[Grishnakh(#22300)]
Again the bear! The fists smacks him, claws raking across mithril. Grishnakh growls loudly, a rage to be reckoned with wells deep in his eyes. He stabs hard at the bear's heart, his scimitar tip crusted in dried blood, but none wet. It is a half hearted strike though. He sees the dwarf approaching and backpedals fast.
"Best you get ready to run!" The proud orc stands, blood pouring from him, regarding his enemies with hatred. A cocky smirk still on his face.
Grishnakh attacks Mobeorn with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!
[Gimli(#30149)] The orc attacks the great bear, and Gimli watches as the cruel scimitar strikes true. With a great cry, the dwarf-lord swings his axe one more, the blade glinting coldly in the moonlight. "Baruk Khazad!", he yells, as the axe comes towards Grishnakh's midst again.
Gimli attacks Grishnakh with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a handspan.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] It's fortunate that the orc commander's thrust is half-hearted, because the blade bites deeply, slicing open a large swath of bear flesh but missing the bear's heart. In a blind rage of pain and blood, the bear roars, claws looking to rake the flesh off the orc's face as it blindly flails in its pain.
Mobeorn attacks Grishnakh with his Beijabar Fists and terribly wounds him!
[Thari(#31038)]
"I'm not treating you like a joke, Frarin, but Mahal save me should I ever find bigger troubles than you." Thari hunches foward, walking up behind Gimli. A bear is aiding the champion, and up beside him comes this dwarf-- shorter than the others, walking in a pained manner, flushed and bearing a short axe.
Thari comes at Grishakh from the side and chops at him with no mighty battle cry but much strength!
Thari attacks Grishnakh with its Axe, but Grishnakh parries the attack with his shield!
[Frarin(#31050)] Still leaning on his war hammer for support, Frarin braces his back against the rearboard of the wagon behind him. He looks deeply unhappy, glaring at the night and spotting shapes fighting all about the camp, some with the lanky charges of orcs, others with the lumbering rushes of dwarves. And last his eyes follow Thari as the short dwarf rushes again the orc with the red eyes. "Khazad ai-menu!" he bellows after Thari, lifting his hammer as if cheering.
[Grot(#31869)]
His gut is struck with Ranol's thrusting blade, and Grot is jolted back to the present. Drawing back a little from the thrust, the behemoth manages to keep his distance and avoid Ovor's wicked hammer, yet Grot's single, malice-filled eye lights upon the dwarf who harmed his trollhood, and he growls the sound low and threatening.
"You shall be MINE, Dwarf!" bellows the mighty Overlord. With a sudden surge of adrenalin, the beast gains his feet, once more towering nearly five times the height of his opponents. No more words are waisted on the bearded folk. Instead, his axe sweeps inwards, the blade aimed in an attempt to decapitate the hapless Ovor.
Grot attacks Ovor with his Battle Axe, but Ovor parries the attack with his shield!
[Naknut(#31813)]
Reddish-Orange eyes grow wilder as an arrow streaks across his neck, lodging in his matted hair, which hangs down from under his head gear. Reaching up he pats the bobbing arrow. Barring his teeth, he pauses to look for the culprit spitting arrows.
Foolish to look for something in the middle of battle and the sound of the hammer moving is the only warning that is heard. Jumping back, the Dwarf's weapon whistles harshly in the air before him.
"Missed me, oh ya missed, and soon you'll be dead!" He sings out as he leaps forward, raising he scimitar and bringing it down with a hearty grunt.
Naknut attacks Immin with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!
Ranol moves around behind Grot as he turns his trollish attention on Ovor. The huskarl hacks doggedly at the tough flesh at the back of Grot's left knee. He's grinning, glad that they're keeping the large monster busy for so long with minimal injury.
Ranol attacks Grot with his Short Broadsword and mildly wounds him!
[Immin(#32030)]
Immin takes another shot and feels his lifeforce ebbing. The dwarf looks displeased at the weakness of his body, but he can think of no better idea than to quit the field rather than be dead upon it. Giving Naknut a final look, he swings to give himself space and then turns to make a hasty retreat.
[Grishnakh(#22300)]
The orc howls with rage as the bear claws tear into his lip and down his chest. The armor is rent there as is and those powerful arms tear it more. The orc leaps backwards and just is somehow able to get his shield out in front of an axe. Gasping for breath he stumbles backwards. He begins to flee, rushing to the trees on the north side of the road, knowing none will follow there. he can't resist one last look at the bear though and there is something beyond malice in those eyes, almost a longing.
[Combat(#13388)]
Immin dodges aside Naknut, and manages to escape!
Immin heads down the knoll to the east.
Immin has left.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] For a moment, the bear makes to try to follow the fleeing orc. But the blood loss is too great, and the huge beast collapses where it fell. With luck some dwarven healer will stumble over the bear--that is, if the dwarven healers manage to keep themselves alive this night.
[Gimli(#30149)] The great bear seems to fare fairly well against the orc, and now Gimli turns, his attention immediately drawn to a behemoth that lunges right and left with a massive axe. Howling a cry of challenge himself, the dwarf lord raises his axe and lets it swing. To a normal-sized being, the chop would have been aimed at the chest... or perhaps even the head. But Grot is muchy more bigger than a Man or a Dwarf, and the axe is headed south of the great troll's waist.
Gimli attacks Grot with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane can be quicker than some might think thus it is that Ovor manages to raise his shield up in time for it to take the blow, rather than Ovor's neck. None the less, it sends the Thane staggering backwards, a growl escaping him. "Damage /my/ shield, will you?!" Ovor snorts, looking at the damage upon his shield. For the moment, he does not press for an attack, keeping his eyes upon the troll, watching carefully.
Mobeorn has disconnected.
[Thari(#31038)]
The nearest orc runs off, fleeing away from Gimli. Thari stands there, axe drooping toward the ground, breathing hard-- a short whistle in the inhales and exhales. The healer stumps back toward the wagon and leans against it, head tilting against wood, eyes rolling into head a little.
[Grishnakh(#22300)]
It isn't long before horns start blaring in the not too distant north. The howls of wargs can be heard traveling far in the air. It would seem an orcish stronghold is awakening in anger.
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli turns, and his commanding voice can be heard over the din of the battle. "Onwards! Onwards! We must press onwards now, or we shall have all the darn spawn of Morgoth coming to swarm us!!"
[Naknut(#31813)]
Maddness seems to dance in the Uruk-Hai's eyes, and the smell of blood drives him to sing. "Tenderize em, poke em, prod em, make em scream!" Naknut chants out as he readies himself for another attack. Anticipation is high, so when the Dwarf turns and retreats, the disappointment brings a visible pout to the beast's face.
Looking over the battlefield for his next target, he positively cackles when he catches sight of a human with a bow in his hand. "Pesky huuuuuuman!" He hollars out as he charges Lithiugelir with his scimitar raised high. As he nears the human, the weapon drops, aiming to take a chunk out of his newest opponents arm.
Naknut attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 6 hp's by Naknut's attack...
...you have 84 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
Aaargh! Your training and strength fail you as Naknut's attack knocks the bow from your hand!
[Grot(#31869)]
Taking blow after blow, Grot seems to be having another difficult time with the bearded folk. Yet, as Gimli's axe streaks in, cutting into the inner thigh of his right leg, Grot howls in agony once more. His eye widens, then narrows at the newcomer, and recognition seems to flare within his intelligent orb.
As though awaiting a chance, as Gimli's attention wanders, so does his own massive battle axe strike forth. Raising high, his deadly weapon which has felled so many before, comes hurtling downwards with all the strength the massive Olog-Hai can muster, aimed for the back of the dwarf's skull.
Grot attacks Gimli with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds him!
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Having nocked another arrow and drawing the bow to sight upon a new target, the harper is much surprised as something rushes up suddenly at him in the dimness! Instinctively the man turns and tries to release the arrow point blank into the attacker but something strikes the bow from his hands and hits his upper right arm that had been holding the bow!
The arrow is dropped as well as Lithiugelir tries to leap back to buy a short instant of time. In this breadth the tall man reaches for his long sword with his left hand and jerks it free of the scabbard in order to be able to defend himself, or attack as they re-engage.
COMBAT - Wielded: Wyr's Long Sword
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
You forego your chance to attack.
Ranol backs off now, moving to Ovor's side to see if he needs any help, not having gotten clear sight when the troll smashed the Thane back. Seeing that the other dwarf is okay, Ranol looks over towards Gimli, "I'll go help them prepare to move the camp, make sure no orcs are harrassing anyone." If Gimli can't handle this troll, no one can.
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli sees the massive axe coming towards him at the last minute, and he tries to dodge... unsuccessfully. The great weapon strikes true, yet not on the dwarf's head, but rather on a shoulder. The dwarf grinds his teeth to supress a howl of pain, yet with newfound strenght he swings a roundabout strike, his own axe coming to bear upon the great olog.
Gimli attacks Grot with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!
Thrakburz has arrived.
[Ovor(#20753)] Ovor nods his head slightly, glancing briefly to Ranol. "You do that. I will keep pressing the attack on this... thing. If we can drive it off, I shall join you." With that, the Thane moves forward swiftly towards Grot, swinging his hammer at Grot's knee.
Ovor attacks Grot with his War Hammer and moderately wounds him!
Ranol withdraws back towards the camp, walking at a brisk pace with his broadsword dripping troll blood. He looks around to see if any are in need of assistance, and works his way towards where the wounded are.
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin is of no use in the fight, but he is at least of some use in the camp. Gimli's order of retreat is hard to miss, even with the din of battle, and the silversmith pushes off from the wagon again, using his war hammer as a crutch. The barest minimal weight is placed on his splinted ankle, but even this warrants a very not so nice swear.
"Don't move, lads!" Frarin growls at the few immobile dwarves still in the wagon used for carrying the injured. Someone should try telling Frarin that, for he is suddenly moving much more than he likely should and a twisted grimace becomes semi-permanent on his face. He moves around the wagon to where his own ponies are still tethered all together and he limps painfully back to the wagon, tying them there. He bites back the mounting pain as he looks about him.
[Naknut(#31813)]
Nostril's flare as Naknut looks from the human to the bow laying between them on the ground. Lifting a hand from his weapon, the beast tugs the arrow from his hair. With a grunt he tosses it at Lithiugelir. "You dropped it." he snarls.
Bringing his hands together on the hilt of his scimitar, the crazed orc lunges once more, lifting his blade up and then down in a forceful chop aimed at his opponents shoulder.
Naknut attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 21 hp's by Naknut's attack...
...you have 63 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
[Gimli(#30149)] The dwarves begin to move forward, obeying Gimli's orders, yet not running away. Orderly, they move slowly at forst, yet without pause, as some of their own are still tangled in bloody combat.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari somehow misses the fact that Frarin has pushed away from the wagon, leaning against it with eyes having dropped shut, breathing roughly. At last the healer's head lifts and he is gone, dwarves echoing Gimli's order of retreat. Thari rounds the wagon slowly and has a long battle to climb to the seat. The ponies are tethered, thanks to Frarin.
"Get in," Thari tells the silversmith roughly while taking up the reins.
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Oh! The harper, who not long ago claimed that he wasn't really much of a fighting man, is outright struck again! The creature that has loomed up before him is not like any orc he has seen, no! This one is ugly as one but so tall, nearly as tall as the Dunadan. Naknut's scimitar evads the man's parry and bites into that right shoulder deeply.
Lithiugelir makes an involentary noise but his own stroke was already in progress - a thrust for this creature's throat!
You attack Naknut with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Your attack against Naknut moderately wounds him!
Ulaire_Cantea has arrived.
Thrakburz suddenly charges towards the wagon out of a knot of fighting Uruks. He wields a war-hammer of Uruk make and wears studded leather armor, a dog lugburzob. But THIS one wears on his chest a necklace of hideous uruk skulls inscribed with the hideous and perverted letters of the uruk language. He doesn't pay much attention to ranol at first but then he notices the sword and stops. He gestures with his warhammer at Ranol. And with a long, low growling roar, rushes at him to attack!
Thrakburz attacks Ranol with his War Hammer, but he misses by a mile.
[Frarin(#31050)] The wagon for the wounded is readied, though Frarin's breathing has become ragged again and sweat beads on his brow. The bandage at his right shoulder is staining dark again and now Frarin's face has begun to pale a bit. His good hand reaches up for the driver's seat of the wagon. Thank Durin for Thari's order! With a breath of relief, he hop skips awkwardly around to the rear of the wagon again. He gives a cry, gritting his teeth as he hauls himself into the back of the wagon.
Sweating and panting, he collapses on his back. "Go!" he calls round for Thari's benefit.
[Grot(#31869)]
Gimli's axe is sent with terrible strength, striking the Olog-Hai's gut. A grunt of pain breaks forth from his lips, but it is not Gimli's strike which does the most damage this time. It is the audible 'CRACK' of bone beneath the blow of Ovor's hammer as it strikes true, slamming into his left knee. With a howl of agony, the great Overlord of Dol Guldur crumples, his left leg giving way beneath him, and his bulk dropping to his knee. His eye flares wide as the knee impacts upon the earth, another searing pain thrust through him from the wound. His knuckles clench tightly upon the shaft of his massive axe, yet no attack is forthcoming.
Yet.
[Ranol(#26812)] "Thari.. Do you-.." Ranol cuts off from calling out to his cousin as he's distracted by the roar of Thrakburz. The orc rushes at him and the dwarf pulls up his shield, pushing the blow away deftly. He responds with a challenging cry of his own and stabs in with his broadsword at his new opponent's midsection.
Ranol attacks Thrakburz with his Short Broadsword and moderately wounds him!
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] Behind the tall, hill-like Overlord of Dol Guldur a dark cloud forms. There is a hissing sound, as of water hitting hot rock, and the air behind the Overlord becomes chilly, like that of a day in deep winter.
[Gimli(#30149)] "Thane Zinbar! Huskarl! Go! Protect the wagons! The Narag will cover our retreat!", Gimli calls, as the great troll seems to collapse. Yet this troll has proven mightier and more intelligent than his brethren, and so Gimli starts to retreat, yet his axe is still held at the ready. "To me, Narag! To me!", he calls, as other dwarves come to form a barrier of steel and sinew to protect their brethren from the orcs and troll.
[Naknut(#31813)]
"Oh the smell! Oh so sweet, tasty sweet! Bleed for me human, bleed and pant and drop down to your knees!" Naknut sings out, harshly cackling out the words as his eyes glisten with excitement. As Lithiugelir stabs, the uruk-hai twists and leans back so to avoid the strike. Too late! Too slow! the steel pierces the flesh where shoulder meets neck!
"Come closer!" He calls out as he quickly brings scimitar down and then up, aiming to sweep a strike from hip to shoulder.
Naknut attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 13 hp's by Naknut's attack...
...you have 50 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari snaps the reins and ponies start forward, just as the healer's name is called. Thari looks behind. "Ranol? Oh, Ranol, careful!" shouts the dwarf, swaying with the wagon's motion, as if the warning were needed.
[Ovor(#20753)] A growl comes from the throat of Ovor, but the Thane does not disobey the Dwarf Lord. He keeps his shield before him, backing towards the wagons his hammer is held towards the side, ready to swing out at anything that attempts to delay him. "Do not fall behind, Champion!" These are his only words to Gimli, his eyes moving back and forth for anything that might attack.
Thrakburz takes the hit, not expecting to be hit clearly and a little surprised but that lasts exactly one milisecond. Attacks savagely now, having been successfully stabbed in the midsection by Ranol, but a determined foe not giving any quarter. This time he attacks from a different angle and quite suddenly, too, attacking at ranols head with his warhammer.
Thrakburz attacks Ranol with his War Hammer, but he misses by a mile.
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin is panting. He wipes his hand across his brow, scratching at the bandage over his right eye, but he sits up as Thari's cry drifts back to him. Voice ragged and laboured, the silversmith shouts after the huskarl. "For Durin's sake, Ranol! Get in the bloody wagon, you fool!"
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
No, Lithiugelir does not come closer as beckoned. The harper takes another hit from the beast's cruel scimitar, the wicked, curved blade cutting up across his chest at an angle. Much of the blow is taken by his armour, his own long blade seemingly just too slow to block! The man's breath is coming faster as his heart rate has lept up, definitely becoming a little alarmed at this situation.
Falling back a few steps, Lith brings his own blade back around and makes a feint as though to strike for the thing's ribs, but tips the point of the long sword up suddenly, making a jab for Naknut's eyes!
Whether he hits home or not, the Harper risks a quick glance at the surroundings... oh no. There is that hissing sound again! Some of the dwarves look to be moving out.
You attack Naknut with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Naknut dodges your attack.
[Grot(#31869)]
Grot's crimson orb flares as the prey falls back. Rage contorts his visage, and the Overlord attempts to rise.
To no avail. Collapsing back to the earth with another tremor, and another cry of pain, the creature of stone and evil does not yet take note of the dark cloud forming behind him. His one eye remains afixed upon the retreating Gimli, while the All Seeing Eye emblazoned upon his eyepatch stares menacingly at all within it's range. However, the terror of the night is not finished yet. With a roar of defiance and exertion, his axe is sent hurtling through the distance, aimed for Gimli's helmet, and the head beneath.
[Combat(#13388)] Grot throws a battle axe...
Grot's battle axe throw hits Gimli, mildly wounding him!
The battle axe lies now upon the ground now at his feet.
Ranol ducks quickly, the war hammer barely clearing air above his head. He grins almost wickedly behind his black beard. He hears the call to retreat, "Seems it's time for us to go! Your lucky day!", and the huskarl makes one more quick jab at the orc, rather sloppy, then begins backing towards the wagons.
Ranol attacks Thrakburz with his Short Broadsword and moderately wounds him!
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] Swirling, swirling, the dark serpentine cloud moves around the injured troll slowly, seeming to embrace him, almost like a blanket of ice. "
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari's reins crack again. The ponies start to trot while pulling the waggon of the wounded and the healer gives a cry of pain as it jostles so. Thari begins to slump sideways in the driver's seat.
[Gimli(#30149)] The great axe thrown by the troll hits Gimli, more a bludgeoning hit that'll cause a bruise than a cleaving one. Still, the dwarf lord is almost thrown back by the force of the attack. Yet he retains his footing, and with the other dwarves he falls back, leaving the battle and going further east, the orcish blockade bypassed... at least for the time being.
Thrakburz is struck again by the sloppy attack but only lightly injured, though the point gave him a good skewering. He doesn't understand a word of what Ranol says, because he doesn't speak dwarvish. Instead he roars a curse on the dwarf, gesturing at him with the warhmamer. 'May your treasures be the bane of your friends' or something to that effect. Whether it'll bite or not remains to be seen. He then begins to circle back into the group of uruks and doesn't pursue his quarry.
[Naknut(#31813)]
"No no no! There can be only one!" Naknut sings out as he leans suddenly to the right to avoid a stab to his eyes. "The one eyed destroyer is the only one, the massive one, the great one! Hold still and I'll bring you to meet him!" Laughing loudly his voice crackles slightly as the beast senses something.
"Time to end this!" he roars out as he once more lunges at the human, aiming to stab it in the belly.
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
Naknut attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and you parry his attack with your Longsword!
[Grot(#31869)]
In the wake of the whirling battle axe, Grot's eye opens wide in surprise, and a trace of fear etches it's way across his features. However, the battle lust is within the behemoth, and Grot's fear soon turns to a quiet storm. "Betters?" he asks, an indignant expression upon his visage. "I have waged war upon these without the aid of the Shriekers! If anything, I should be regarded as an equal!" There is a faint tremor to his tone, and even as the words have just barely passed his lips, the great creature seems to realize his error, and draws back the slightest of movements.
[Ranol(#26812)] When it seems that his foe isn't pressing any pursuit, Ranol will turn and jog on to catch up with his kin before he gets chewed out for lagging behind. "Harper! Come on!" He calls if Lith is in his sight, the huskarl slowing a trace to see if the man needs any aid.
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] There is a low rumbling sound that turns, as the sound continues into a high-pitched cackling that seems to echo throughout the whole area. It emanates from the very center of the dark being. "
[Frarin(#31050)] "Come on, Ranol! Get in, for Durin's sake!" Frarin's war hammer clatters as he tosses it behind him onto the wagon's floorboards, reaching his good arm out to gesture Ranol towards the swiftly departing wagon. "Slow down, Thari!" He twists around, looking through the front of the wagon as Thari slumps and his eyes widen, but suddenly he is looking out of the rear of the wagon again. His breathing becomes abrupt, stunted, and he begins blinking rapidly. Is that a chill to the summer heat? Was that a familiar hiss on the air? Cackling? Frarin shakes his head, suddenly gripping at his right shoulder with its stained bandages.
[Gimli(#30149)] "Away! Away now!", comes Gimli's cry, as he comes covering the rear with some Narag. "Some strange creature's here... lets away 'ere it turns on us!".
[Grot(#31869)]
Shrinking back even further, Grot's eye peers first left, then right. Unarmed, and unable to flee, the behemoth has no choice but to face down the wrath of the Shrieker before him. "I.. your pet took my pet from me!" he bellows, still a trace of defiance, even in the face of one of the Eye's most faithful of servants. "I demand retribution!"
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Blessed Valar, he's in time to parry the stroke -this- time! But still, the harper sees the dwarves are on their way out of the area as fast as their wagons can take them. No need for him to fight on here to try and hold anyone back from pursuit, now. He's nearly the only one left!
SOMETHING is happening back a ways near to where the huge troll was... but the Harper hears someone shout at him, and he dare not look. Not that way, not for his bow either.
Lithiugelir makes one last strike attempt with his own long length of steel, a wing for the creature's own chest, even has he is falling back. THe very monment his swing arcs through, the man uses his own momentum to help turn himself to flee!
You attack Naknut with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Your attack against Naknut lightly wounds him!
[Ovor(#20753)] It is then that the Thane turns and moves more quickly (a Thane does not flee he simply moves quickly), sliding his hammer onto the loop at his belt, Ovor continues on, doing his best to ignore what is going on behind him.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari shivers and this makes the shorter dwarf give a cry of pain and straighten a little again. "Frarin?" The fevered dwarf looks behind, a panicked note in the low voice, and does not slow the wagon.
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] "
[Ranol(#26812)] As soon as he sees Lith moving Ranol starts running again. The man should be able to catch up with his longer stride. Ranol closes the distance to the wagon, shuddering as he hears the voice of that creature again. He's just reaching to pull himself up after tossing his sword inside when it shrieks, and the huskarl stumbles a step, shaken as the sound jars through him.
[Grot(#31869)]
As the shriek resounds across the knoll, Grot trembles at the power it illicits within the being before him. Immediately, he bows low before the minion of the Eye. "Your pet.. is a trecherous dog." he rumbles, though the authority and power within his tone has fled. All that remains is a subdued undertone of what once was raised in power and rage. "He is not to be trusted."
[Naknut(#31813)]
A dent in armor, an opponent off and running, none of this seems to concern, the crazed Uruk-Hai, for now his attention is not on the scurrying runts, nor the human, but upon the one eyed destroyer. Eyes once wide with blood lust now are wide with fear. "To none the great one faulters, to none the mighty mountains bend their knees.... and yet...." the chanting Orc, a demon bard if ever there could be one falls silent as he watches.
Thrakburz stands there rigid as a stone, watching the ongoing between the olog and the shrieker.
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin begins to turn to look behind him as Thari calls his name, but that terrible shriek breaks suddenly the night air and that terror is heavy in the air once more. It seems to force Frarin backwards, for he falls back into a lying position again as if struck square in the chest. Panting heavily, he rolls over to his left side even as Ranol is pausing at the wagon's rearboard.
"Augh!" Frarin suddenly cries as his broken elbow makes contact with the floor of the wagon. His good hand grapples to pull himself forward closer to Thari. "Go, Thari," he wheezes, coughing, eyes nearly shut completely in a grimace. "Ranol...is here. Go!"
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] As the low bow, lowers the giant stone creature's head towards the ground, the dark cloaked man's mace comes down, aiming for the troll's neck. "
Ulaire_Cantea furiously attacks Grot with his Mace and terribly wounds him!
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
The Shriek! The sound pierces the night, breaks like a bolt of lightning down through the very core of one's self, ice cold! The tall man stumbles even though he expected that sound this time. Still, Lithiugelir manges to keep his feet and run all the faster, a tricle of real fear giving extra flight to the man's heels.
Still, despite his banter to the contrary, he is no coward. As soon as he reaches the road, the Harper slows and glances back, a quick look. His bow! Alas...
But what else is back there checks the Dunadan. If he is to return west, he'll pass this way again soon enough. Perhaps he'll get lucky. Until then, he reluctantly moves to catch up to the dwarven wagons, long sword still drawn.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari screams under the shriek, hunching inward. Crack, crack go the reins, and the poor terrified ponies are pulling the wagon now as fast as they can, jolting the wounded within.
Ranol shakes off the shriek-induced fear quickly, and runs forward to grab the edge of the wagon and pull himself up. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then crawls over to Frarin's side, reaching to help ease the silversmith back up to a more comfortable position. "Aye.. that was fun.." He says, panting.. not quite free of that horrid sound to grin yet.
Thrakburz is transfixed by the power and might of the shrieker. The disciplined dog lugburzob nearly flees himself. But he doesn't. Instead he watches in total, abject silence. He grips one of the skulls on his necklace.
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli shakes his head as the scream is heard, and he grits his teeth. The skin under his brown beard turns pale, yet he only urges his fellows to go faster, to leave behind this strange horror than now haunts the dark eaves of Mirkwood.
[Grot(#31869)]
'CRACK!'
The sound of the Shrieker's mace striking the stone giant's neck is heard, reverberating off anything in the nearby vicinity. Trees, wagon, creatures... none are saved from the horrifying sound as the blow is delivered.
Tumbling to the ground at the very feet of the Shrieker, Grot lies prone before the dark rider. One might think him dead for how long he lies motionless at the feet of the Great Eye's servant. Yet, his ribs yet expand and contract, if only slightly, with the breath he takes. Then, a soft groan escapes his stone lips.
As luck would have it, his head has fallen with his right cheek to the sodden earth below. His crimson orb--once so full of life, and now only a hollow husk--flickers open, and his gaze falls upon the darkness before him. "Why..?" is all the Olog-Hai manages to choke out in his confused and battered state.
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] There is another long, loud cackle from the black creature, this one spiraling from high to low, as the mace is raised again. "
Grot collapses to the ground, defeated by Ulaire_Cantea!
[Naknut(#31813)]
Jaws drop, literally. Silence follows in the wake of the shriekers execution. But silence is only for the sane, and one Uruk-Hai is not counted in that number. "Hear all! Hear all! Betray not the Shrieker or pay the price! The greatest among us falls this day! The one eyed destroyer, the terror of the fairies, the doom of man is gone!" Chanting in song, if that's what one might call the horrible scratch sound coming forth. "Doomed is he who disappoints the shriekers!"
Suddenly, as if realizing his folly, Naknut falls silent and shrinks back and away from the scene, fading into the mass of others watching.
[Dead_Grot(#31869)]
The final descent of the mace is as hammer upon forge. The Shrieker's perfectly forged weapon of destruction has wrought it's last upon the Overlord of Dol Guldur.
Crashing down, the mace manages to pierce the Olog-Hai's skull, causing a final groan to escape his lips. His eye remains fixated upon the vessel of his Doom long after the final blow not shying from the deadly strike, nor even flinching at what he knew to come. Yet, even as he lies there, the light of life fades swiftly from his eye, leaving but a hollow image within the orb.
So ends the reign of terror of the one know as Grot, the One-Eyed Destroyer. Yet, with his passing, the chapter of his life has ended, only to open the chapter for another. For Mordor shall not be satiated. One day, all shall bow to the Great One the All Seeing Eye.
The Dark Lord: Sauron.
