Mirkwood Battle!
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Midnight on Hevensday, Day 9 of August.
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Mirkwood Ruins - Inside the North Gate
The great wooden gates lie here, smashed open and burned beyond repair. On all sides now is the great forest, though to the south the ruins of the village are not yet completely reclaimed by the great treetops of the forest. Old burnt timbers lie on the ground, as if cast about from above. Scorched branches and the remains of a flet - a few burnt planks, are in the canopy above. There has been another fire in this area, recently, and the smell of charcoal, and burnt rotten wood fills the air. A patch of the canopy above has been opened by the fire, and a column of light shines into the center of road. The light casts through the black fingers of the leafless branches and casts bent shadows on a Great troll lying across the road. Underbrush is already beginning to cover the packed dirt road, weeds and vines masking rubble and ash from the fires.
The patterns of light dancing in your hands reveal the distinct ruts in the ground which hide beneath the underbrush, as well as see the wreckage of village buildings which lie close to the south.
OOC: There are +inspectable objects in this room: troll
Contents:
Gunnarr
Valdi
Frarin
Elaos
Ovor
Elenur
Odor
Burzghaash
Smug
Grot
Ranol
Lorbag
Mobeorn
Obvious exits:
Up, Ruined Stables, South, and North
[Smug(#11965)] Within the orcish pack, gathered with their captain, fidgets anxiously the uruk Smug. He brushes his right hand against a blood stained chef's apron, still worn on this night of mischeif, and lets it fall to his left hip, drumming his fingers against the hilt of an unseen blade. As the wolf leaps, the creature grins, standing a-toes to get some peek of the anticipated action.
[Ovor(#20753)] The Thane is not a silent Dwarf, but he makes no attempt to be. At the sound of the growl, the Thane's hammer is swung off his shoulder, eyes darting about under helm, looking for something to introduce to his warhammer in a most violent and interesting fashion.
Ranol keeps silent, then hears the growl of Mobeorn and gestures to his clan-karls to be ready. Then the dwarven Huskarl moves further into the clearing, ever fearless. He has his shield raised still, though, having learned a thing or two about orc arrows since his encounter with Grishnakh.
Burzghaash snarls in readiness, prepared for the battle of his life. He looks over the uruks. He looks at the wolf in its action, seeing it die and the dwarves. He prepares the hammer by withdrawing it from a bag. He is silent in his fury and readiness. He knows lorbags in charge and waits for the order to advance.
[Lorbag(#28583)]
And all the while, the wolf charges on.
As it draws closer a desperate light can be seen in it's eyes, a snapping of the jaws that may perhaps be more savage than usual. Scars and welts are there on its flanks, and even as it charges it appears to be halt of one foot. All this aside, whatever drives the beast on does not let it pause, and with the crazed eyes fixing upon Frarin the wolf quickens pace and closes the distance between it and the dwarf even further.
[Valdi(#22570)]
Running from behind the dwarves, outpacing the ones in back with his long even strides, Valdi comes into view holding his staff squarely in front of him with both hands. Skidding to a stop, stone-faced, he keenly looks around him with wide open eyes, watching for any breaks in the dwarven group in the clearing.
[Odor(#10430)] The first sounds of battle rise into the air, and Odor grins the grin of the battle crazed. Silence is no longer at a premium "Orcs?!" he asks in high voice, feet planting against the ground as he surges foward, axe trailing behind in readiness for a great swing. "Kill them all!"
[Elaos(#30364)]
As the wolf streaks past, Elaos pumps his feet harder, trying to at least catch the wolf. "Watch out friends!" Comes a call from the beorning man. Eydis starts to slow in her path after the other beorning, watching the man continue after the wolf as she looks back the way the wolf had come. There is a nervousness in her eyes and as Valdi rushes in, she nearly jumps, digging her spear end into the ground.
Elaos swift footed feet, are not near enough to keep up so he starts to angle in, attempting to cut the wolf off as the gap between it and the dwarves closes too quick for comfort.
[Lorbag(#28583)]
The growl of the wolf turns to a howl of pain as it leaps for Frarin, and the spear tip of Elaos pierces its chest neatly. The crazed eyes thrash about, as do the poor beast's limbs, but soon they mist over and as blood stains the haft of the man's spear the life drains from the wolf's corpse, and it hangs as dead weight upon the weapon of the Beorning.
[Frarin(#31050)] The wolf's feet may be silent, but it's growl is not. Frarin is brought up short by the beastial sound, close, and then there are shouts from the Beornings flitting among the dwarves. Frarin stays very still, listening to the nighttime sounds, glaring at the dark. Then suddenly, there! Something moving quickly through the woods, a flicker of red, then it is gone. And again, there it is.
Frarin hunches down, spreading his feet. Whatever it is is moving far too fast for an orc, far too silently. "Gar," the silversmith growls. And soon the beast is before Frarin, but not alive. The dwarf watches the wolf as the life seeps from it. "Appreciated!" comes Frarin's returning call to Elaos. Onward he starts again.
[+LOOK] Lithiugelir(#27282) glances at you.
Lithiugelir
STATUS: IC (0s idle)
This is a lean, tall man well over six foot in height. Well boned with muscle tone suitable to one who travels great distances. He has a friendly face with laughing, pale grey eyes and windblown black hair. A tanned face that suggests that this man might in his early 30's.
Lithui's garb is very simple. A studded leather jerkin that leaves his arms bare except for leather bracers on his lower forearms. Faded, dusty brown pants, belt with a plain long sword worn on the man's right side, and dusty, well used boots. For summer, a very thin, light weight brownish-grey cloak is worn thrown back from his shoulders. Hung over a quiver of arrows upon his back is a leather harp case, and below this a small pack. A long bow is often carried in his right hand.
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Health: Good
Weapons: Nothing
Armor: No armor
Other Visible Equipment: Small Shield
[Grot(#31869)]
The solitary eye takes in the scene before him as it unfolds, and the lips of the behemoth curl upwards in a wicked grin. Planting the butt spike of his battle axe firmly into the ground, Grot reaches down, hefting up the smaller boulder he had attached himself to prior. A knowing glint flickers within his good eye, and he chuckles, a rumble of sound. "Alright, boys." murmers the behemoth, the rumble carrying to those gathered about him. "Follow this in." And with this said, the boulder is hefted high, and sent on it's arcing path towards Frarin. The axe is then grasped once again, and slow, steady steps--steps which make the very earth tremble--begin to carry him towards the foemen.
[Combat(#13388)] Grot wields Boulder.
[Combat(#13388)] Grot throws a boulder...
[Combat(#13388)]
Grot's boulder flies wide, doing no harm.
Grot removes Boulder.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari is cautiously behind Frarin and to one side. The smaller dwarf raised a small axe briefly at the wolf, then lowers it. And then surprised gasp and a dart to the side as a boulder flies near.
[Frarin(#31050)] A great tearing of earth as something rents the air. What in Durin's name?? If it is not one thing flying through the air towards Frarin, it is another, and in this instance, it is a rather large boulder. Frarin gives a cry of alarm and dives to the earth after Thari as the great rock rolls by. But the trembling does not stop after the boulder there is something very large ahead. "Watch it, lads! Here they come!" Frarin shouts, pushing himself up from the earth and glancing to Thari.
Ranol sees the boulder flying in, but he's not in it's path and the huskarl tears his attention away from it, blue eyes returning to watching around them. There's hard, grim expression on the dwarf's face, at least what can be seen behind the thick black beard.
[Valdi(#22570)] "Duck!" Valdi cries out, and he hops several feet out of the way of the flying rocks. It's evidently something he's not used to, as he then looks in the direction it came from, taking a few steps forward.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnar hears his huskarl's call to be ready and keeps alert. His blue eyes light up as his mouth widens into a smile, "Oh boy, all hell is going to break loose!" He whispers under his breath. Next a boulder comes smashing in, slightly away from where he is. His head jerks around for a moment and quickly comes back to center after he he is satisfied nobody is hurt. He draws his broadsword and prepares for whatever is going to come from the trees.
[<#28583>]
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Not alone, it should be said, for the three dozen or so uruk-hai that loiter in the ruins of the village surge forth in his wake. Snarls and gnashes of fangs bounce from trunk to trunk as the dark horde seethes through the night headed straight for the van of the dwarven procession.
[Combat(#13388)] Lorbag hefts a huge black sledgehammer into his hands the head viciously wrought into spikes.
[Elaos(#30364)]
With the weight of the wolf upon his spear, Elaos nods to Frarin and lifts his foot to rest heavily on the carcass. Pulling it free just in time, he stumbles back as the thundering boulder makes its dents in the ground and towards them. Eydis as well rushes to the side, running now to join Elaos and watching the others as the feel of her heart threatens to break free of her chest. The dark haired woman tilts her head, leaning to look out from behind Elaos.
As the orcs pour out, Elaos takes a defensive stance near Eydis and she as well, readies her spear. Shifting her braid over her shoulder, the two hold firm their position. "Eydis get out of here...move back!" He yells at her and then moves forward to help bolster the line of dwarves.
[Ovor(#20753)] With the wolf dead, a snort comes from the Thane and his scowl returns as the boulder flies through the air, the Thane moves to a safer position as the rock lands. Hefting his hammer slightly, the Thane watches the trees... waiting. Boulders do not just fly on their own, after all.
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Having been out and away from the group a short distance, a tall man comes up behind the dwarves. Lith pauses a moment, hearing sounds in the night. There isn't much to be seen except for the dwarves and a pair of Beornings on their guard. And then a huge bolder tumbles in, narrowly missing folk!
There isn't much light and some confusion, "Where's Mobeorn?" the harper shouts. Seeing a rush of creatures, and what might also be a troll, the dark haired man hesitates the barest breath, "Oh, this isn't good..."
There's no time for more. Long blade is jerked from the scabbard and his small shield felt for and slipped onto his right arm.
Mirkwood Ruins - Inside the North Gate
The great wooden gates lie here, smashed open and burned beyond repair. On all sides now is the great forest, though to the south the ruins of the village are not yet completely reclaimed by the great treetops of the forest. Old burnt timbers lie on the ground, as if cast about from above. Scorched branches and the remains of a flet - a few burnt planks, are in the canopy above. There has been another fire in this area, recently, and the smell of charcoal, and burnt rotten wood fills the air. A patch of the canopy above has been opened by the fire, and a column of light shines into the center of road. The light casts through the black fingers of the leafless branches and casts bent shadows on a Great troll lying across the road. Underbrush is already beginning to cover the packed dirt road, weeds and vines masking rubble and ash from the fires.
The patterns of light dancing in your hands reveal the distinct ruts in the ground which hide beneath the underbrush, as well as see the wreckage of village buildings which lie close to the south.
OOC: There are +inspectable objects in this room: troll
Contents:
Boulder
Ulaire_Cantea
Thari
Gunnarr
Valdi
Frarin
Elaos
Ovor
Elenur
Odor
Burzghaash
Smug
Grot
Ranol
Lorbag
Mobeorn
Obvious exits:
Up, Ruined Stables, South, and North
COMBAT - Wielded: Wyr's Long Sword
Burzghaash charges the field as well, searching for an opponent with which he can have some chance of survival, feeling furious at not being given a shield and this being obvious by his harsh, grunting howl of rage 'Sauronnnnnn~~' though this is in the low speech of the uruks. He charges straight at Odor, grimacing and giving odor a look filled with evil, hatred, and darkness, the disfigured uruk's bizarrely colored eye and skin discolorations making him look quite strange. Strange and terrible. He attacks with vicious abandon, springing through some bushes like a beast wild with destructive madness, the hideous uruk's brutal attack aimed straight at odor's weapon, to knock it free from odors grip, he is but a servant of a servant of a servant of the eye, but he means to make his mark in this battle!
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari glances down at Frarin and takes a few steps behind again, more toward the center of the group of dwarves. Perhaps this one is a youngling-- it has very little beard to speak of and is shorter than the others. "I hate this forest," a growl is muttered from within the russet hood.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari glances down at Frarin and takes a few steps behind again, more toward the center of the group of dwarves. Perhaps this one is a youngling-- it has very little beard to speak of and is shorter than the others. "I hate this forest," a growl is muttered from within the russet hood.
[Odor(#10430)] "Come out you little green beasties!" Odor bellows his challenge, as his surge forward slows, being well out of the path of the flying boulder it has not come to his attention, and having scared no enemy out of cover with three hundred and fifty pounds of axe-wielding dwarf the warder turns a steady circle, eyes gleaming with urgent delight and the axe ever at the ready to strike. "I hope the big one's coming back..."
The hurtling orc brings a cry of delight, and Odor's axehaft, solid dwarf-make steel catches the incoming blow with a rauchous laugh of contempt. "Yeeeeess!" Axes are not ideal weapons for parrying and full counter attack is difficult to acheive, but a quick off-hand strike of the butted base swings toward the uruk's head.
[Valdi(#22570)]
"No clue!" Valdi shouts back to the tall man, and a string of curse words follow as his eyes catch the boulder's followers. However, he hunkers down, bending his knees and gazing steadily at the moving orcs as they come closer. He wrinkles his nose and prepares to stab his staff out at one of the orcs toward the front.
[Smug(#11965)] With the throng of uruks surging forth into battle, Smug trots forward. The hand upon the hilt takes action with the first step, sliding a black 'v' tipped scimitar from its sheath. "Smug'll have dwarf-meat for stew tonight!" He mutters to himself with a smirk.
[Frarin(#31050)] "Don't be ridiculous, Thari," Frarin grunts impatiently as the healer dwarf moves further towards the centre of the dwarves. "Don't stay at the centre, they'll aim for a grouping. Stay near me!" So said, the silversmith nods sharply at Thari and starts forwardly again, dirt still clinging to his trouser legs. No battle cry does Frarin give, not when his eyes are poor indeed compared to whatever awaits them ahead. But he does start up a quick trot, however, pulling towards the fore of the dwarves again and squinting into the darkness, searching for those shapes darker than the night.
[Grot(#31869)]
And so it is that a monstrosity emerges from the trees, standing easily thrice the height of any man or orc, and nearly five times the height of the dwarves. The solitary crimson orb peers about, gaze cast upon each standing opposite the field of battle. Trailing behind him is a cloak, difficult to make out in the darkness, yet should any be close enough to see, they would note that it is a bear of some sort large enough even to be a beijabar.
Twisted features are accented by the round shield strapped over his right eye, emblazoned with the All Seeing Eye, and his sight soon falls upon the woman, Eydis. Laughter raises, and breaks forth like the sea upon the shore. A knowing look is given the woman, but his footfalls do not cease his axe held within his grasp, Grot continues forth, not yet reaching the line of battle.
Ranol waits, not immediately rushing in for once. He's watching how things play out, keeping an eye on those dwarfs under his command, and the Thane he's assigned to protect. He stands, calm still, blue eyes constantly darting around, sword ready.
[Lorbag(#28583)]
The black tide seeps on through the trees, and even as Odor and Burzghaash join battle the line of their savage fury crashes into the dwarven line as though a wave. Lorbag himself hangs a pace or two behind their charge, sly eyes scanning the khazad for a juicy duel perhaps, and with a hiss of relish his gaze rests upon Ranol. Maul hammer in hand he slinks back into the thick of it, and makes as quietly as he can to meet with his chosen target.
[<#22365>] There is a roar of a beast from somewhere in the ruined village, only it's not a troll or an orc. Then with a blur, the dark bear comes rushing back in, blood on its coat and teeth, though it seems unhurt. Dark eyes quickly take in the scene, and then suddenly Mobeorn flies at Grot, putting all of his weight behind the attack. "
Mobeorn attacks Grot with his Beijabar Fists, but he misses by a mile.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari swings the small axe restlessly, glancing at Frarin. And then the shorter dwarf moves toward the silversmith, behind and then to his left side.
"I hate this forest!" Thari says again, this time punctuating it with a brief bash of axe-haft on shield. Eyes tilt up toward the distant troll but the dwarf's grimace of distaste does not change.
Burzghaash Strikes with vicious abandon even as he is struck in turn by Odor's axe butt, the strike knocking his head back and dizzying him like a strong punch, however he still pulls through his weapon's stroke, initially aiming at the dwarf's head but now adjusted because of the contact from the axe-butt, the hammer will strike, if it hits, in the collarbone area, possibly striking the bone itself, though the uruk is staggered backwards in process of all this, giving it a fairly even chance of missing alltogether.
[Elaos(#30364)]
From her vantage, hesitating behind the others, Eydis meets that single red eye and utterly freezes. Her breath stops and then with all her voice, she is screaming for Elaos to run. Her spear is lifted and she keeps it pointed out, unaccustomed to the battle that breaks forth around her.
As steel hits steel and blazening roar deafens the man, Elaos does not hear the cry of his companion, now hindered by fearsome recognition of the troll. Elaos swings hard, arcing his spear low and sweeping towards the nearest orc he may find.
Ranol isn't fighting yet, and more aware of his surroundings. He almost looks past the slinking orc but reflected firelight pulls his gaze back to meet Lorbag's own. The huskarl sees no other able to engage and rushes forward, yelling loudly, "Baruk Khazad! Khazad ai-menu!" He stabs in with the broadsword for a quick jab.
Ranol attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword, but Lorbag parries the attack with his Maul Hammer!
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr continues forward cautiously as more and more of his friends become engaged. He keeps his weapon poised and his eyes searching, unable to see well at all in the dark. As Ranol is attacked Gunnarr takes up his shield and positions himself in a tight defensive stance waiting for an enemy to present itself.
[Valdi(#22570)]
Valdi ducks low as the orcs continue coming on. He goes lower, lower, until he's nearly crouched even with the ground. Then he waits, counting the steps with a small twitch in his right hand that causes his staff to wave a little. Then he charges forward and after a few steps thrusts upward, aiming to knock Smug's jaw off with his powerful rising stave.
Valdi attacks Smug with his Staff and moderately wounds him!
[Lorbag(#28583)]
But the strongholds of Mordor breed warriors of their own, and Lorbag snarls as he sees Ranol's blade jab out. Up slides his sledge, batting aside the thrust in the nick of time, and with a rumble in his throat the Teguk of Dol Guldur punches out the spiked head in search of Ranol's jaw.
Lorbag attacks Ranol with his Maul Hammer, but he misses by a mile.
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Moving up near to Valdi, the man who is not a Beorning - for he wears leather goods upon his person - makes a grimace. Long blade held ready as the rush of orcs is like a black tide, darker than the very shadows of the wood. Lithuigelir gives the Beorning healer a quick glance, "We'll need you this night."
The harper moves on forward to meet that tide. Will orc come against him, or will he meet that larger, hulking creature?
[Odor(#10430)] The slowed swing of Burz's hammer allows Odor to shift the delicate collarbone from its path, heavy orc hammer striking against dwarven mail. A sickening thud against stout khazad chest sending Odor staggering back, his breath knocked out of him. It is in this motion however, that he finds the distance he needs, a wheezing lungfull of air fills him, as the axe is thrown back and a great arching cleave swung toward the frenzied uruk.
[Frarin(#31050)] Onward Frarin plunges through the thick wood. Somewhere not far ahead there is a monumental shape that is not hard to spot, even with his poor night vision. But the silversmith does not have time turn his attention whatever the moving boulder is, for suddenly before him is a charging orc, just as surprised to encounter Frarin as Frarin is he. But the dwarf is the faster to recover. The mallet of his hammer swings out and the orc's knee makes a sickening cracking noise.
[Grot(#31869)]
Catching a blur of movement out of the corner of his eye, Grot manages to drop to his knee in time for the Beijabar to go sailing overhead, his head ducking to avoid any stray claws or limbs. Once cleared, Grot rises from his crouched position, and turns about to face the creature which has accosted him.
Laughter once again reigns forth, and the behemoth moves closer to the Beijabar. "Come, creature." he states calmly. "I shall add you to my collection. You should make a fine throw rug, I should think." More laughter passes between his curled lips, and the Olog-Hai hefts his axe high. With little ceremony, the Overlord of Dol Guldur brings his axe downwards in a terrible stroke, aimed for the nape of the neck of the bear creature before him.
Gimli approaches from the north, entering through the broken gate.
Gimli has arrived.
Grot attacks Mobeorn with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds him!
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Ranol jerks his head back, more nimble than he looks, and the hammer swings by freely. The dwarf growls and quickly retailiates, leaping at Lorbag again. He swings the broadsword downward, slashing at his opponent's shoulder.
Ranol attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by an arm's length.
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] From behind the orc onslaught, in the hidden village, a thick darkness begins to become visible.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari is running after Frarin. "Aaugh!" the shorter dwarf grunts in surprise as the orc's knee is shattered. The healer jumps to the side, nimbler than the taller one, and brings a small axe down into the beast's skull.
[Lorbag(#28583)]
The Teguk is ready once more for the swipe of Ranol's blade, and manages to duck to the left to escape its bite. Grunting with the effort he raises his hammer once more, and continuing his dodge he pivots upon his back foot the spiked head hurtling around in a wide arc aimed at his foe's knees.
Lorbag attacks Ranol with his Maul Hammer, but he misses by a mile.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Deciding that to wait longer is not an option, Gunnarr charges at Ranol's attacker. "Baruk Khazad!!!!" He screams brandishing his sword. Taking a few more bounds the young dwarf swings his sword up in an arch and brings it crashing down in the direction of Lorbag's head.
Gunnarr attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by an arm's length.
Burzghaash unfortunately for Odor, by the time he manages to swing his great-axe, Burz is allready closing on him again, so instead of the axe hitting the uruk, the haft of the axe hits him, directly in the temple. He howls with pain and is sent spinning by the blow, spinning around three times and falling on his stomach. He rolls, breaking duel with Odor for a moment as he is to distant to attack or be attack. He roars a curse in the black tongue of the uruks, which those other uruks would know as 'May your beard wither and your mines be emptied'. Inventive for a frenzied uruk. Anyway, he begins to close the distance again, this time circling predatorially, having found himself against a warrior who could actually kill him.
[Smug(#11965)] Trotting forward, the chef Smug tilts his head and boars ahead, scimitar raised. Valdi's unseen blow lands with a 'THUNK,' missing Smug's chin, but making solid contact with the left side of his steel encased, misshapen head. The strike turns Smug about, to face his once hidden opponent, dazed though he may be. "Sneaky filth," he sputters, stepping forward and swinging with a simple downward swipe of the blade.
Smug attacks Valdi with his Scimitar, but Valdi parries the attack with his Staff!
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Three dozen orcs - oh my! Lithiugelir's long steel meets a bent over creature in the rush. The orc bares it's yellowed teeth and slavers, hissing, eyes bright and eager for blood. A scimitar with a jagged nick in it slices out for the harper! Lith barely evades, his leather armour already rent in two places from a previous engagement.
Not a man of music only, the westerner thrusts forth his blade and injured the orc, moving on towards the huge troll that Mobeorn attacks so fiercely!
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] The darkness begins to writhe, pulsing, swirling, and then coalescing and disappearing behind the uruk. Beat. Beat. An unearthly sound seems to come out of almost the very earth. Full of hatred and evil, ear-piercing in its pitch and volume, a shriek echoes out over the battlefield and with it comes a colder than natural breeze.
Ranol misses, the orc dodging away. He recovers his stance just barely in time to jump back away from Lorbag as that spiked hammer sails in towards his knees. As he's recovering he sees Gunnarr coming to his aid and moves around to try and keep a flanking position around the urak. He jabs in again with his sword, a quick stab at Lorbag's stomach.
Ranol attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword and moderately wounds him!
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin and Thari seem to make a formidable team, for only a second after the unfortunate orc runs across their path, it is very much dead. Frarin even gives a gruff bark of laughter. "Not bad!" He takes a breath as if a bit winded, but shakes his head and blinks, as if annoyed at himself. A grunt and he is trotting forward again, more cautious this time, moving as best he can through the undergrwoth, pressing closer towards the ruined village.
Then a shriek. But not a shriek. More than a shriek. Frarin catches his breath in the back of his throat and stops abruptly, that same winded breathing suddenly taking him again. But it is not winded, it is...nervous? The silversmith blinks furiously and turns his head from side to side.
[Gimli(#30149)] Among the troop of dwarves one rushes forth, shining mail covering his body, and a great axe firmly held in both hands. Gimli brown beard is plaited and forked, tucked safely in his belt so that no enemy can get an advantage with it, A glittering helm covers his head, and underneath it is the snarling face of a very enraged dwarf. The sight of the orcs and troll seem to have, somehow, angered the Champion of Dain's own, the Baruk Narag, the Black Axes ofr Erebor, and as he swings his axe at an oncoming orc, he cries the warcry that's old as the Mountains themselves, "Baruk Khazad! Khazad ai-menu!".
[Valdi(#22570)] "Who slinks in the night? And brings darkness with them?" A deep intake of breath then as the darkness behind Smug becomes more... elaborate. It is sheer luck that Valdi falls back a little, bringing his staff up blindly, because otherwise he would be without a head. As it is the wood shudders, but does not break. The close call brings his head back into focus, at least for the moment. He spits at the orc and lashes out with a quick one-two with the ends of his staff, aiming for the helmet again in a fearful fury.
Valdi attacks Smug with his Staff and moderately wounds him!
[Odor(#10430)] "Ha-hah!" Odor roars as the orc steps under the deadly blade of his axe, but comes away bruised none the less. The dwarf is wary now, of the closer quarters, and heavy boots slam into the earth, turning to keep face with the circling orc. The great axe stands readied once more as the orc utters its curses, awaiting an opening for two feet of spanned steel to cleave the filthy beast in twain. "Come on, you blighter, ive more than you to kill before the day is done!"
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari and Frarin must be nearer to the orcs and the black shadow, for they are the first to shudder from the shriek. The shorter dwarf's shoulders hunch in together, the head bows a little at the scream. "Frarin!" comes a deep cry. "What is it?"
[Lorbag(#28583)]
This time the sword of Ranol is not to be denied, though even as it slashes into Lorbag's belly it meets with the Teguk's armour. A few rings of mail are split and sundered by the strike, the point darting through to leave a nasty gash along the orc's midriff, but it seems Lorbag is not about to topple just yet. Indeed, having ducked the slash of Gunnarr with a desperate vigour the orc's momentum carries him past Ranol and on to his second opponent.
As he seeks to charge past Gunnarr his sledge slams down toward the brave khazad's foot likely a bid to slow the dwarves down a little.
Lorbag attacks Gunnarr with his Maul Hammer and moderately wounds him!
[<#22365>] Grot swings, but the beijabar is fast, the blade missing its neck, only to skim the top layer of fur off Mobeorn's back. Not a bad wound, and the bear rushes around again, circling Grot, as if trying to trip up the beast. It growls something furious, but what it says is lost. "
Mobeorn attacks Grot with his Beijabar Fists and lightly wounds him!
Burzghaash ducks down as if to spring, but instead of springing, charges foreward with great rapidity, howling again like a wild beast, the ferocious uruk attacking with the warhammer with wild, vicious abandon again, this time aiming for the chest of the dwarf, purposely aiming to hit the same area as he hit previously by accident, his purpose to do as much damage as he may.
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Finally reaching the towering troll that Mobeorn so fiercely attacks, Lithiugelir makes an attempt to see what cold hard steel might do against such a creature. Surely a war hammer would be better, but the harper has no such tool. The Ranger's blade goes out to take a good lick at Grot's massive leg!
An unearthly shriek goes up in the night. Raking icy fingers of chill up the spine, the man falters a step as he moves, trying to evade any swing this thing might levy. "What is that?!" He shouts, the harper's voice a little high.
You attack Grot with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Your attack against Grot mildly wounds him!
[Frarin(#31050)] "Damnit if I know!" Frarin curses, swallowing and breathing slightly more normally again. He straightens and shakes his head. "Something of Mirkwood, something of Mirkwood. Watch it!" Even as the silversmith attempts to rationalise what surely cannot be a normal reaction to only a shriek, a second orc plunges through the brush in front of Frarin and Thari. Frarin is slower, still shaken by the cry, and the orc manages to lash out a cracked scimitar at his side, where it slices a shallow cut into his hip. Up swings the dwarf's hammer, coming down on the orc's shoulder.
Ulaire_Cantea has partially disconnected.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] "Yeowwwww!!!" Gunnarr stumbles back and falls to the ground from the force of the blow to his foot. Emitting a long stream of curses the dwarf struggles to get up. Managing to do so. He steps a few paces from the orc allowing Ranol to make the next attack. Anger pulses through Gunnarr though as he again readies his weapon. But flinches at the horrible shriek before he can make an attack.
Ranol hears the unfamiliar shriek, a strange sound that sends a chill through the dwarf. He looks around quickly, trying to find the source, then pulls his attention back to the fight. Gunnarr is hit, and the huskarl growls again. He hurries after Lorbag and slashes his sword down at the Urak's flank again, aiming for his thigh. It's a bit reckless but he's trying to pull the orc's attention away from the wounded Gunnarr.
Ranol attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword and moderately wounds him!
Smug's scimitar rebounds from the Beorning's staff, whatever twang might have accompanied being swept up in that velvet darkness behind him. The uruk pauses in the deathly black, as if it silenced the very stuff of his soul, whether he could name it so nicely. And in this pause, the first snap of the staff knocks again the tender left side of Smug's skull, dropping him into a pained hunch, left hand instinctively pressing towards it for remedy. With this hunch, the second of Valdi's swings sails over the uruk's head. Given a tentative start, he strikes forward, stabbing with the twin pronged instrument at Valdi's mid-section.
[Odor(#10430)] As Burzghaashs's hammer archs in, the dwark knows it is too fast for his mighty axe to swing. Odor steps toward the orc instead, catching the incoming arm below the elbow and cutting the blow short, his axe-hand holding the other at bay with the large haft, the dwarf's own battle cry sounds in furious force. "Baruk Khazad!" as the bushy-haired head of Odor, warden of Erebor lunges at the thrust of his chest toward the orc's. Helm against helm, skull against skull.
Smug attacks Valdi with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari is huddled inwards, trying to shift the shoulders away from that hunch, when an orc strikes Frarin. "He cut you!" the smaller dwarf announces, as if a play-by-play is needed, and then a weaker blow is aimed at the orc's midsection. It is enough to make the foe stagger, anyway.
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli manages to go forth, as the orc facing him falls under his axe. A shriek goes up, ghastly, uneartly... and the Champion grits his teeth as a shiver courses through his body.
[Grot(#31869)]
The Beijabar is quick, and Grot growls low at the speed of his opponent. Taking the blow to the leg, Grot spins about, his eye falls upon the creature, and he laughs, his malice clear in his tone. "You tickle me." he states. He seems about ready to say more, when the shriek echoes forth, and he stiffens faintly. And then, the unthinkable happens. The Olog-Hai casts his gaze warily skyward, visibly unnerved, ere he laughs even louder. "The Shrieker is coming! Doom upon you all!"
Another knick is had upon his leg, and Grot's gaze flits upon Lithiugelir. A disgusted look crosses the beast's features, before his axe sweeps downward, almost as though to flick the insignificant human aside with but a single stroke as his eye once again locks upon the form of Mobeorn. "Now... where were we?" he queries, as he steps forth, regardless of if the blow struck home upon the human or not.
Grot attacks you with his Battle Axe!...
...and you parry his attack with your Longsword!
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] A midnight black horse, dark as the night, starts to make its way though the orcs. On the horse's back, a rider, cloaked completely in cloth as dark as a moonless sky. The rider's hands are gloved and there is a faint chill that seems to form in an aura around the rider, a chill that is no mere cold but also carries with it a thick fear.
[<#28583>]
And once again the sword of the dwarf carves into the Teguk's armour, ripping down his side rings and piercing more than a few of them. But, oddly enough, even as he stumbles away a pace Lorbag does not complain does not growl even. Instead, with the echoes of the terrible shriek still filling his ears he appears to take heart, and bellows out in reply.
"
The orcs themselves appear cheerred by the cries of the night and their Teguk, and taking a pace back to regroup if they can an almighty roar of glee erupts from their lips and they redouble their attack upon the travellers.
Lorbag attacks Ranol with his Maul Hammer and lightly wounds him!
[<#22365>] Even the beijabar is struck by the terrible cry that echoes through the woods, the huge bear faltering in its steps. "
Mobeorn attacks Grot with his Beijabar Fists and lightly wounds him!
Burzghaash Sees the incoming shrieker and howls in both fear and rage, this howl being cut short by the helm vs helm attack of Odor. Grabbing the axe in the process of being hit in an attempt to at least disarm the dwarf, he inadvertantly but luckily brings his opponent down with him in the fall. He punches at the dwarfs head, his own weapon near his feet, attempting to beat the dwarf from his weapon with his raw punching power. It is the first of many punches.
[Valdi(#22570)]
Valdi's pants choose that moment to fall down, the band holding them onto his waist being cut as well as a fresh red welt, which quickly gives over to blood. Now in his underclothes, knee-length breeches, he trips ouot of his pants and stumbles back, eyes widening some. With a heavy effort he swings at Smug blindly, shutting his eyes tightly.
Valdi attacks Smug with his Staff and moderately wounds him!
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Something ... someting is happening. As if things weren't grim enough, it's almost as if the very air is no longer of summer warmth, but colder and colder by the moment. A frost upon the night.
Grot's huge axe swings, pendulum-like to cut the murky darkness! The harper twists his body to avoid the blow, using his own blade to briefly snag and push the heavier weapon away as it sweeps dangerously close.
The harper does not know what it is that comes forth - does not yet see the black rider. Lith's blade stabs for Grot's foot, trying to chisle free one of the creatures huge toes, "Like rock!" He hisses!
You attack Grot with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Your attack against Grot mildly wounds him!
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr finnally recovers from the shriek and notices a nice opening as Lorbag starts blathering as a result of the entrance of this new dark presence. Making his way towards the orc as quickly as he can he screams, "You hurt my foot, I'm going to widen that hole in your stomach!" And plunges his blade towards the orcs already wounded belly with a cry of mixed pain and glee.
Gunnarr attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a mile.
[Gimli(#30149)] The fighting carries Gimli near the mighty and fearsome presence of Grot. The troll's reek fills tha khazad's nostrils, and he snarls as he grips the handle of his batle axe even tighter. Whatever darkness is behind these orcs, Gimli seems to be (outwardly) little affected... yet those who know him would notice a whitish hue in his face, as if fear has gripped his heart. Despite this, the axe goes up, and then comes in a sideways chop at the troll.
Ranol grins when his blade tastes orc blood again, preparing to stab at the creature again. Suddenly Lorbag is swinging the hammer up at him and Ranol quickly drags his shield up, deflecting the attack enough for it to slam into his chest instead of his more vulnerable throat. He staggers back a few steps, putting him closer to the dark rider. He feels the unnatural fear roll over him, cowed for the moment as an expression of dread flashes across the huskarl's face.
[Odor(#10430)] The chill shudder races through Odor as the shriek resounds about the wood, and the rider moves amidst the orcs. Blood runs cold where it was an instant before hot as molten metal. The sudden paralysis of fear is broken by the punching that slams into beard-covered face. One two, one two and blood vessel bursts. A hot red flood gushes from Odor's nose before his blows rain in answer. Huge dwarven fists, hard as rocks swung with brutal force, one for the chin, another for the gut. "Is that the best you can do?!" Odor bellows with battlerage. "Graaaaaaahhhh!"
Gimli attacks Grot with his Battle Axe and lightly wounds him!
Burzghaash is hit by the punches, and black blood begins to flow from his mouth and nose after some moments, but he rolls with a punch suddenly and attempts to force the great axe down on the dwarf's neck with both hands, attempting strangulation.
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] The dark horse and rider gradually make their way towards the dwarves, stopping mere steps away from Thari. A cackling emanates from the center of the rider, starting in the lowest registers and then curving, spiraling, higher and higher. It is a sound the takes the warmth and mirth away from the area around it.
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin looks up at the gloating cry from ahead, where Grot battles. The Shrieker? Well, that sounds appropriate. And there, a figure. An orc? Maybe, but something makes Frarin turns his gaze away and he growls impatiently at Thari. "I'm fine! I'm fine!" He is, but then he isn't. For even as he speaks, there are two more orcs coming through the brush at Thari and Frarin. "Hoh!" The silversmith swings the spike of his hammer at one, but the other cuts at his wrist with a dull axe. It cuts deep into Frarin's left wrist and he pulls back with a growl.
Smug snickers with glee at the unexpect sucess of his strike. Admidst his laughter, and well before the uruk might take advantage of his depantsed opponent, the hooves of the black steed catch his attention. His snicker stops, his head turns slightly, up and to the back to catch glimpse of the shade arriving. 'ThUMP'--Valdi's blind maneuver finds unexpected success, smacking straight upon the skull of Smug. He stutters back a few steps, stunned, and incoherent.
[Lorbag(#28583)]
Fortunately perhaps for Ranol, cowed for the moment as he is, a fresh strike does not come from Lorbag. Rather, even as his lips split with glee at the success of his attack, he grunts in alarm and dives to the right suddenly as Gunnarr's blade slices in. Escaping harm this time but none the merrier for it, the orc glares toward the dwarf and spits anew at his beard.
"I'll carve them whisker right off yer face, worm," he seethes, ere he hefts his weapon once more. Out it whirls, looking to deliver the same harm to Gunnarr's belly that he himself evaded.
[Grot(#31869)]
First the clawstroke across the back of his legs by Mobeorn, then the slice of sword carried by Lithiugelir. And finally, a sidelong axe stroke by the one known as Gimli. Grot takes all of these blows, and his laughter continues as he eyes the three with wicked glee. "You think you can fell me? COME!" he bellows, his voice booming throughout the darkness. Axe raised high, it is soon brought crashing down towards the new arrival, aimed to cleave Gimli's head in twain, as his laughter grows.
Grot attacks Gimli with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a mile.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari, small dwarf and not so lustrously bearded as the others, is shivering, shield clutched closer and closer. Frarin is attacked and even this does not make the dwarf raise head from the terror.
The rider comes nearer, each thump of hoof ringing a loud echo in the icy chill of the summer night. Thari at last looks up, tears pouring down the scarred face. "Begone!" The deep voice is perhaps meant as a challenge, but it comes out as a whimpering plea, and the axe swings at the rider's horse as a dying creature might take one last, hopeless swipe at that which devours it.
Lorbag attacks Gunnarr with his Maul Hammer, but he misses by a mile.
Thari attacks Ulaire_Cantea with its Axe, but it misses by an arm's length.
[Valdi(#22570)]
Smug's being knocked incapacitated would do some good, if only Valdi were still coherent himself. However, his eyes are still closed and he's gibbering a little, shivering. He steps back several paces and opens his eyes, waving a hand in front of them. His staff is at the ready, and indeed flailing, but now there's nothing within a pace.
[Odor(#10430)] Solid steel bites into Odor's neck, pillowed against his beard, it makes little difference as he gurgles and seizes the far ends. A twist to the right, a twist to the left, short stubby legs kicking, seeking firmer purchase in the ground as he builds momentum. With a great roaring of effort, Odor slams the axeblade a good several inches into the ground at his side, using its bredth as a brace he throws his entire weight into the roll to shake off the orc assailant.
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Instinct draws the tall man with long blade -away- from that cold presance. Lithiugelir doesn't spare but a glance in the dark rider's direction. But what he sees is a kind of utter darkness that consumes light, and confuses the man. It isn't like anything he has seen before.
It is fortunate for the harper that Grot focused in that dreadful moment not upon him, or even Mobeorn, but a dwarf that has barreled up out of nowhere. Still, the troll's huge axe cleaving the ground makes the earth shudder with the blow!
Lith has moved away from teh rider, using Grot as though it were an enormous tree or rock to take shelter behind from that coldness. Once again the long blade hacks in, going again for a leg - behind the knee!
You attack Grot with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Grot dodges your attack.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr swings his sword forward but mises badly. Worse the movement needed to cause the strike puts a huge amount of strain on his injured foot. The pain seethes up again where it had been dormant only a moment before. Gritting his teeth Gunnarr is forced to stagger back again taking up a defensive stance with his shield raised and his sword covering his middle.
Burzghaash is rolled and thrown by Odor's act of valiance, but its bad news for odor for The uruk has landed right next to his weapon by chance, grabbing it up as he leaps to a fresh assault, morale high because of the presence of the shrieker, he laughs maniacally and presses his assault, attacking odor recklessly, attempting to bash him in the head with the warhammer.
Ranol wasn't even this afraid when he was facing Grishnakh alone. He struggles to shake off the icy fear, his blue eyes seeking out Lorbag again, the insult thrown at his kin renewing some of the fire in the huskarl. He moves in low, cutting at the back of the orcs legs, trying to give the goblin something else to think about.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] The troll's blade swings down, steel seeking bear meat, but Mobeorn is a blur. Though the beijabar's steps falter in the cold presence that fills these woods, still, he presses on, roaring his rage. Stumbling, rolling, the bear slashes out with its deadly claws--of all things, trying to pull that bear skin off the troll!
Ranol attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a mile.
[Frarin(#31050)] The Shrieker! There is little warning as the mounted figure in black comes suddenly upon Frarin and Thari and begins what can only be described as a twisted, evil cackling. The silversmith blinks at the orcs before him, but they are gone, scuttering for the underbrush. Blood seeps at Frarin's wrist, soaking his tunic cuff, but it is not even pressed to stop the bleeding, for Thari is rushing the black figure and only instinct bids Frarin to charge after the healer.
"Thari! No!" he growls, though it chokes in the back of his throat. What is there to do. Something, anything to make that terrible cold feeling go away. He swings up the mallet of his hammer towards the figure, something at the back of his shuddering mind screaming at him to attack the mounted thing to make it go away.
Mobeorn attacks Grot with his Beijabar Fists and mildly wounds him!
Frarin attacks Ulaire_Cantea with his War Hammer, but he misses by a handspan.
[Gimli(#30149)] Yet this is no beardling when it comes to fighting, and Gimli manages to jump away as Grot's massive axe falls just beside him. SWOOOOOSH! Thin air is cleaved only, as the dwarf-lord manages to avoid being hit by an inch. Another uneartly cry is heard and felt, as another shiver course through Gimli's body. He shakes his head, and grits his teeth tighter as he lounges another sideways cop at the massive troll
Gimli attacks Grot with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!
[<#28944>] A mace is drawn from the rider's robe and it turns its head towards Thari and Frarin. "
Ulaire_Cantea attacks Frarin with his Mace and badly wounds him!
[Odor(#10430)] A quick shift to one side, and the hammer slams periously close to Odor's head, the great weight threatening to crush helmets and cave skulls. A quick roll away, as the orc raises the weapon again and Odor staggers back to his feet...disarmed, there is only one solution. A thunderous roar, unintelligable by 'any' speech of this earth tears from his throat and the dwarf leaps for the orc once more, hands raised to tackle it to the ground where the weapon will be more help than hinderence.
[Smug(#11965)] Dire chill behind him, pantless, staff-waving enemy before, Smug's sense of space begins to stir, though dull and uncertain it may be. With staggering steps he moves forward, swinging his sword about as frantic as Valdi before him.
Smug attacks Valdi with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.
COMBAT: Your health improves.
Burzghaash cackles maniacally and attacks with all the might he can muster, striking one more time at Odor's head as odor charges towards him, but because of the way odor is charging and odor's height, this is more likely to hit in the shoulder than the head. For all his wild Ferocity, Burzghaash isn't terribly coherent in strategy.
[Grot(#31869)]
Easily stepping back from the Ranger, Grot avoids the blow. But he is not swift enough to evade the swipe of Mobeorn and swing of Gimli's axe. A grunt is sounded, and a low, gutteral growl escapes the enormous beast, and his attention is affixed solely upon the dwarf now. "You shall pay for that, /dwarf/." Grot bellows in challenge, and his axe is ripped from the earth, tearing up wads of turf as it escapes. With a step forward, the top spike of the massive axe is directed in a thrust, aimed directly for the chest of Gimli the axeheads flayed out, perpendicular to the earth below.
Grot attacks Gimli with his Battle Axe, but Gimli parries the attack with his Battle Axe!
[Lorbag(#28583)]
The arrival of the dark rider seems to have come as a good omen for the forces of Mordor their jagged blades enjoying more success than before as they hack and slash at the dwarven line. All the same, Frarin's work has left a full half-dozen lying lifeless upon the ground and so they eagerly leave the mighty silversmith to the wrath of their master. Cruel, cunning eyes peer hither and thither as each uruk slithers in search of fresh prey.
Lorbag meanwhile is once again distracted by the dual threat of Ranol and Gunnarr, and even as he makes ready to strike at the latter, the former's blade causes him to skip away a pace or two. "Enough!" he rasps to the dwarf, and with a heave of effort he brings his maul around in a crushing arc aimed at poor Ranol's hands.
Lorbag attacks Ranol with his Maul Hammer and moderately wounds him!
[Valdi(#22570)]
Valdi only gains direction when he's attacked again, and though the wind cuts by his face, he doesn't feel the cold blade that would've sliced his cheek off if only he'd rambled on an inch to the left. His eyes are clouded, but not too much so, and he leaps forward hoping to hit him with the middle of his staff, hoping to tackle the orc to the ground.
Valdi attacks Smug with his Staff, but he misses by a mile.
[Odor(#10430)] The blow catches Odor heavily in the shoulder, a cry of pain tearing from his mouth. But he is already commited to the charge, and such weight is not so easily stopped. A full bodied slam catches the orc in the chest, both servant of Darkness and warden of Erebor tumbling across the dirt, fists flying in a flurry of equal ferocity. For wild rage is not the sole preserve of the orcs, but also of angry dwarves.
[Gimli(#30149)] And Gimli manages to interpose his own axe to Grot's, at the last second! CLAAANNNNNNNGGGGGGG! The sound of metal hitting metal is raised as both battle axes collide with fury. Gimli hops to a side, as he bears with a grunt the terrible force of the troll's axe as it hit his own. "You shall pay for tainting the land with your foul presence, spawn of a sick dog!", comes the dwarf lord's reply to Grot's words, and then Gimli swings his axe again, as if he were to fell a young tree with his axe.
Gimli attacks Grot with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Clods of earth rise up with the axe and then fall back to earth! The Ranger has to move quickly upon is feet to keep from being earthed, or from being stepped on as Grot moves and shifts, now focused upon the dwarf! Lith puts his right hand briefly to his own chest, newly mending muscle aching with exertion. The tall man's breath comes a little faster than it should - he's not fully recovered. But the harper is proving himself no coward. Taking hold of his sword with both hands, he hews at the nearest leg again!
You attack Grot with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Your attack against Grot mildly wounds him!
[Ranol(#26812)] Ranol's left is protected by his shield, but as the attack of the hammer flies in at an angle that he can't block with the wooden shield he brings the sword up to try and deflect the weapon away. The angle isn't quite right and the orc's weapons smashes his hand where it grips the pommel. Numbness washes through his fingers and arms and he drops the sword, staggering back with a cry of pain.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] A triumphant roar shakes the trees and even the grond, though this time it's the sound of a beijabar as it pulls a good size piece of bear skin from the troll's back. Then again, Mobeorn re-launches his atack on Grot--bears can climb trees after all, and this bear tries to climb the troll's back.
Mobeorn attacks Grot with his Beijabar Fists and moderately wounds him!
[Gunnarr(#24380)] "No!" screams Gunnarr as the foul orc's blow smashes into his Huskarl's hands. Ignoring the pain in his foot Gunnarr lunges recklessly forward, getting between the orc and Ranol. Slashing with his broadsword at the orcs side as he also jutts his shield at the orcs face to distract the orc.
Gunnarr attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a mile.
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin is blinking furiously as if unable to see or think clearly, even as he swings at the mounted figure. But his hammer finds nothing but air. There is only a terrible hissing voice to greet his attempt instead, speaking a language he does not know nor wishes to hear ever again. And with fearful weight, a mace crashes down upon the silversmith's right shoulder.
The weapon rips at Frarin's tunic and flesh and leaves a mangled, bloody mess in its wake. It drives him to his knees, left hand releasing his hammer to grip at his bleeding shoulder, teeth gritting. Is it broken? No, he can move it barely, but the muscles are torn terribly and Frarin rolls to his left to try to push himself up from the ground, attempting to avoid the hooves of the black horse beside him.
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] There is another great and terrible shriek from the dark rider, this one even louder, piercing through the noise of battle.
[Lorbag(#28583)]
Gunnarr's sword distracts well, and the flurry of slashes forces Lorbag back a pace or two away from Ranol. He raises his own weapon to guard his face even as he backpedals, and when a good dozen feet or so are clear between him and the dwarves he snarls out his anger. "Fond of each other, is it?" he croons, pointing a clawed finger towards Ranol. "Don't worry, I wont let yer miss me crushing the other'un's skull!"
And with that the Teguk's sledge is raised again, and he charges back into the fray the spiked head splitting the air as it hauls up in a bid to do the same to Gunnarr's head.
Lorbag attacks Gunnarr with his Maul Hammer, but Gunnarr parries the attack with his Short Broadsword!
[Grot(#31869)]
Feeling the fabric at his back tear, long claw marks down the fur cloak, Grot recieves the other two blows with fury in his eyes. Stumbling, he spins about, accepting the Beijabar upon his right shoulder, before he shoves the Beijabar off him. Then, his eyes alight upon the Ranger obviously the weakest of the trio. A wicked glint appears within his eye, and he laughs. "Let us see how you handle a fallen comrade." he states simply, before his axe is slicing through the air, aimed to sever the head of the Arnorian from his torso.
Burzghaash is tackled and falls to the ground rolling, however, he comes out on top of the dwarf, despite the fact of the uruk having taken several punches he's still in the game, determined to give as good as he gets, he grabs the dwarf by the neck and attempts strangulation again, jaws biting down with hard fury on the dwarfs face suddenly as well, attempting to bite whatever he can off the dwarf's face.
Grot attacks you with his Battle Axe!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 14 hp's by Grot's attack...
...you have 76 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
[Odor(#10430)] "Arrrrghhh!" Odor yells as sharp orc fangs find his nose, the bloodied feature bleeding profusely into the orc's mouth. One hand seizes the orc's jaw, the other shoving fingers into its nostrils and with a vicelike grip, he strains to pry open the gnashing, rending teeth before it is simply too late.
Ranol spares a moment as Gunnarr moves in to his defense, trying to flex his fingers with little success. Well then. When at a loss, improvise. He circles around, taunting now as he holds his shield before him. "You can try.. filth of the earth."
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli's axe is now tinged with the troll's black blood, yet the dwarf-lord's thirst for it seems not assuaged. As the great troll attack's the Man, Gimli prepares his axe and launches another swipe with it. The dwarf's grip is toght still, and even if another of those strange cries is uttered, he still attacks the troll, intent on driving it away or killing it.
Gimli attacks Grot with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!
[Smug(#11965)] As Smug's frantic swing of the scimitar misses its mark, he holds his ground for a moment, firming his stance as the Beorning poses to leap. At Valdi's fault he hops neatly to the side, raising the forked blade with glee, no doubt desiring to snap it down upon the man's unprotected, passing flank. But lo', at the piercing shriek does he freeze, sword held high but unmoved, well chance enough for Valdi to fly past.
Ranol attacks Lorbag with his Bare Hands, but he misses by a mile.
[<#22365>] More of the despicable bear-fur cloak in his paws, along with pieces of the troll, likely, Mobeorn goes flying: The bear's body rolls as it hits the ground, flung by the troll--and then it scrambles to its feet again, fury in its eyes. Stubborn bears that won't give up--he charges headlong at the troll. "
Mobeorn attacks Grot with his Beijabar Fists and lightly wounds him!
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr smiles at his opponent. "Oh, I think I will miss your show, personally. I need a new wall decoration and a stuffed orc head might just do the trick" With this the warder slices the sword up, attacking the orc's throat. "Hope your alright brother
[Gunnarr(#24380)] he shouts back at Ranol
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Another of those shrieks! Like lightning it rips the night, strikes the heart and leaves fear in its wake, fear that makes the breath catch, short. Fear that is not quite like anything of its kind.
Lithiugelir hits the troll again, but as Grot turns and throws off Mobeorn and focuses upon the lean man, the harper is for an instant distracted by that dreadful rider's wail. The distraction doesn't last long...
Grot's axe slices through the air and hits even before the sound of metal rending air and then flesh can be heard! The Ranger is lucky! As he had turned unexpectedly at the shriek, the troll's blow strikes instead the back of his shoulder, spinning the man. Almost the harper falls but his leather harpcase and quiver have taken some of the blow. It takes Lith a gasping breath to regain his feet with a stagger.
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
You forego your chance to attack.
Gunnarr attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword and badly wounds him!
Mobeorn pages Gimli and Lithiugelir: heads up. nazgul coming our way shortly
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari gives a low, rough scream as Frarin is hit, cringing away from the rider. The shorter dwarf crabs toward the taller and then stands over him, still cringing, but body curled in such a way that it would be difficult to strike Frarin again without striking Thari first.
Burzghaash rolls with the pushing of odor and lets go of his neck suddenly, landing just off of odor. He curses and swears virulently in the uruk tongue, grabs for whatever weapon he can find, and this time finds Odor's axe. He hurls it as hard as he can completely away from the battle, snickering. He then searches for his own weapon, the cruel and villanous creature actually a little bit smart-ish. He finds his warhammer but by the time he has picked it up, odor has had time to make his move.
[Valdi(#22570)]
Valdi lets out a scream of his own as his ears are pierced, and rather than flying into Smug, he flies into the ground. Sprawled on the ground, he rolls back to his feet, leaps up, and takes his staff like a baseball bat, spinning around now as he cries again, trying to fend off whatever shadows invade his sight. The swing is high enough to knock Smug's hand with enough force to knock the sword from it, if only it doesn't glance off the scimitar itself.
Valdi attacks Smug with his Staff and lightly wounds him!
[Lorbag(#28583)]
The fist of Ranol may be askew, but the noble blade of Gunnarr is not so, and Lorbag's eyes widen as a rich well of dark ichor runs down the side of his neck. His throat remains unharmed but the side of his neck sports a vicious cut from the wrath of the khazad, and wincing his eyes open and shut the orc backs away a pace. The Teguk holds his hefty sledge as yet, but for the moment it does not fire out in reply.
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] Once more, the dark rider's mace comes down, the time aiming for the smaller dwarf's shoulder.
Ulaire_Cantea attacks Thari with his Mace and severely wounds it!
Ranol has no chance to hurt the orc much.. not with his hand unable to grasp any weapon, let alone a solid fist. He shakes his hand repeatedly, not pleased with the crippling wound, at least so far as this fight is concerned. "Good strike! Brother!" He yells in encouragement, then Thari's own cry catches his attention. He spares a glance in his cousin's direction and his eyes widen in horror when he sees that dark rider strike at the smaller dwarf and hit so savagely. "Thari!!"
You paged Grot with 'I might. Poor harp. But we'll see if you hit me again, harder. You could aim for my back later. :>'.
[Odor(#10430)] "Get your dirty paws..." Odor begins to roar in fury, as the orc takes up his weapon. He is cut off, his eyes widening as the axe is hurled away from the battle. A red haze descends, quick bounding paces close the gap between Odor and Burz, an outraged right hook, with all the force and weight the dwarf can muster swinging for the orc's head. "My axe!"
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin's arm pulls away from his mangled shoulder and attempts to cover his ears as a second scream rends the air, now unbearably close. It is as if the air about them is exploding with terrible evil. The silversmith paints the left side of his head in glistening red as he holds his ear, only vaguely aware of Thari crouching above him. "Go! Go!" he cries, though whether he yells at Thari or the creature, it cannot be known.
Down comes that acursed mace though, just as Frarin pushes himself to his his feet again. His right arm is useless, but his blood-slick left hand grapples to hold his war hammer. "Thari! Go!" He is not even looking at the healer, so intent is he on ridding them of this evil thing. He swings this time at the horse instead of the rider, a lower target, the spike flying for the beast's hindquarters.
Frarin attacks Ulaire_Cantea with his War Hammer, but he misses by a mile.
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] The black rider urges his horse forward, wheeling around towards Thari and Frarin to trample them beneath the horse's feet.
Ulaire_Cantea attacks Frarin with his Mace and terribly wounds him!
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr gives a yell of triumph as he draws his first bit of blood for this battle. "Better run now orc or you will definitly become a wall decoration!"
You paged Grot, Gimli, and Mobeorn with 'Sorry about your stats/training. Talk to Rina.'.
[Thari(#31038)]
The shield is useless even raised, as Thari cringhes away. There is a wet smack of meat followed by a crack of bone and the shorter dwarf has been pummelled into the ground. Cloth of tunic and the metal of armor seem to still hold Thari's arm to shoulder, but the shorter dwarf is senseless for a moment before reaching out and slowly dragging across the ground, away from the beast.
You paged Grot, Gimli, and Mobeorn with 'Dude, you are a legend. :>'.
Grot pages Gimli, Lithiugelir, and Mobeorn: It's not a problem. I only got FCed yesterday. I'm in no rush. )
Mobeorn pages Grot, Gimli, and Lithiugelir: live! run! :)
[Combat(#13388)]
Thari tries to flee from Ulaire_Cantea, but it fails!
You paged Grot, Gimli, and Mobeorn with 'Oh! Sorry I missed it! I assumed it was a while back. Congratulations! :}'.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] "Unless you can't run because you can't walk anymore." Gunnarr swings his blad at the orcs leg, hoping to cripple the orc.
From afar (to Gimli, Lithiugelir, and Mobeorn), Grot laughs. "Nope. And thank you."
Gunnarr attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a handspan.
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] The dark horse continues cantering away from Frarin and Thari and towards the tall mountain of an olog-hai.
[Grot(#31869)]
As Mobeorn's howl comes in, the Olog-Hai who is limping rather visibly by now, turns about a bit more sluggishly than the beginning of the engagement. As the Beijabar comes bowling in towards his legs, the Overlord of Dol Guldur roars out in defiance, dropping to a knee, and planting the butt spike of the axe into the ground beside him. Angling the axe downward in the same, swift movement, he angles the top spike of the axe towards the underside of the beast, even as he accepts the raking attack of Mobeorn. It would appear he hopes to take a blow in order to deliver a more vicious blow.
Grot attacks Mobeorn with his Battle Axe, but Mobeorn parries the attack with his Beijabar Fists!
[Gimli(#30149)] As Thari gets injured, Gimli moves forth towards her and the strange rider. Roaring a cry of defiance, the dwarf lord comes towards the mounted figure warily, with axe held high.
[Lorbag(#28583)]
The pause in their duel has given Lorbag time to collect himself, and so even as Gunnarr cries out in challenge the eyes of the orc narrow anew. Out slashes the khazad's sword, but to no avail, for the Teguk is nimble as yet and pivots around the slash with a practised grace. Even as blood seeps from his wound he spins with his move, and around comes his own weapon in a bid to shatter his opponent's shins.
Lorbag attacks Gunnarr with his Maul Hammer and moderately wounds him!
Smug's hand begins to fall, just as Valdi's staff whips around to hit it. As such, the wood smacks hard against the blade close to the hilt, paining the uruk's grip and bringing, with the force of the downswing, the scimitar close to the ground. Under his opponent's defenses, then, Smug strikes upward, swinging the blade towards left hip up to right shoulder, and bringing himself closely in with the pres.
Burzghaash is hit and knocked flat by the stroke, hand faintly gripping his weapon. Seconds later he is conscious again but by then odor has had time to escape, if escape is his plan. The horrible creature grips his war hammer and regains his footing.
Smug attacks Valdi with his Scimitar, but Valdi parries the attack with his Staff!
[Ranol(#26812)] "Brother.. I must see to Thari!" Ranol gasps at Gunnarr, his voice stricken as he watches his relative hit the ground hard. He abandons the fight with Lorbag, rushing off through the fight to aid his cousin. It's not just a matter of kinship, but the fact that Braldor will kill him if Thari falls in battle. He bravely runs up to where Frarin still fights with the shrieking rider, but focuses on moving to Thari's side, trying to pull the fallen dwarf up with his injured hand. "Come Thari! Now!"
[Odor(#10430)] With a triumphant roar, and a swift kick to the side of the downed orc, Odor turns toward the direction of his lost axe. "Me axe! I'll be back cousins...I need me axe!" and off the dwarf barrels searching for his weapon.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] The beijabar comes barreling in full force, but isn't fooled by the troll's trick--it lowers its thick-skulled head, and then with a mighty push of its front paws, it slams the troll's weapon out of the way. But its momentum carries it far beyond the troll before it can stop and turn to assess the situation.
[Frarin(#31050)] The hammer strikes nothing again, for the black horse skips away from the near-blinded Frarin, knocking him back and to the ground as it swings around. But it does not stop there. Urged on by its rider, the horse does its best to trample the downed dwarves and it does not disappoint. One hoof finds Frarin's ankle and there is a sickening crunch as the hoof is coated in glistening blood.
On the beast goes, even as Frarin rolls protectively to his side, and hooves find his mid section and arm and the side of his face. Bloodied and trampled in a dozen places, Frarin is conscious but breathing raggedly as he rolls slowly, painful back onto his back. And by the time he forces his eyes open, the terrible ghost in black is gone.
[Valdi(#22570)]
Surprised to have hit something, Valdi pulls his staff back to himself to swing again, and drawing it in catches the orc's blade. Or, to be more precise, it catches him and knocks him back a few feet. He touches his midriff where the blood dribbles down him, and he shakes his head, swinging at the orc's head once more with all of his might.
Valdi attacks Smug with his Staff, but he misses by a mile.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr gasps as the mace slams into his shins knocking him off his balance. His forward momentum is not stopped however as he continues to stumble forward. Gritting his teeth Gunnarr strikes out with his sword wildly hoping to catch the orc somewhere in his side as he bungles past him. Tears form in his eyes as the pain from his foot knifes up through his entire body.
Gunnarr attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword and moderately wounds him!
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] A mere couple of horse lengths from the Overlord of Dol Guldur now, the dark rider hisses, looking at the creatures attacking the tall troll.
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Having regained his footing, Lithiugelir staggers a few steps and then has regained his balance. Unknowing that his beloved harp may have been cleaved by the huge olog-hai, the Ranger swings his long blade once more for Grot's legs even as the terrible monster lunges as though to gore the firece bear!
But even has his long sword swings out, the harper catches an eyefull of something most unpleasant. The dark rider hasnow turned and is coming towards their group!
You attack Grot with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Your attack against Grot lightly wounds him!
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari is pulled to knees, and then to standing by Ranol, who leans against the black-bearded dwarf. As the rider moves away, the healer's voiceis found again. "Frarin," gabbles the shorter dwarf, walking wherever Ranol will lead. "Frarin. If I'm hurt. He's bad off. Where is Frarin."
Burzghaash sees the tark attacking the olog-hai and dissaperes into the trees, purposefuly taking a circuitous route to try and confuse anyone who might be trying to sneak up on him, he sneaks through the underbrush and woody land, circling completely around the battle and approaching Lith from behind. He suddenly attacks from behind without warning, aiming at lith's backbone!
Burzghaash attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
[Lorbag(#28583)]
Once again Gunnarr's blade strikes true, though not deep, and by now the thirst for battle can be seen clearly in his foe's eyes. Lorbag's gaze burns as he is struck, but nary a rasp of pain escapes his lips instead a low rumble of rage bursts forth. Up whips his sledge, as swift as he can move it, and unless Gunnarr is nimble he may find himself lacking a jaw.
Lorbag attacks Gunnarr with his Maul Hammer and lightly wounds him!
Grot
Looking as though built of the very stone surrounding him, Grot's smile is as wicked as his desire to kill. Where once there were twain drops of crimson, now only one remains, and it peers into the darkness with malice when his distorted features are visible to those belonging to the world of light. His right eye is replaced with a round shield, lashed to his head by ropes, holding it atop where his eye had once been. Upon the shield, the All Seeing Eye is painted plain for all to see. Twisted lips lay beneath a crooked nose. An ear, seemingly too large for his head, is upon his left, while his right ear is smaller, missing a large chunk from it.
Massive in stature, towering nearly thrice the height of men, this creature of the night wears naught but very basic pants. However, across his neck a cord remains, and from it, a magnificent fur cloak rests upon his back. The fur is of the highest quality and upon closer inspection, one would note it came from a Beijabar if one were knowledgeable in such matters. His muscular frame carries a large battle axe, and his very skin seems tough and thick, as though a hill has arose and begun wandering Middle-Earth. But this is no trick of magic: It is a troll, bred by hate, and released to wreak havoc upon the world.
Carrying:
Scimitar
Dagger
Troll Battle Axe
Spiked Troll Helm
[Grot(#31869)]
Another swordstroke swings in and delivers a blow upon Grot's leg, drawing forth a line of black ichor. With a growl, the behemoth rises to his feet as the Shrieker arrives. A final glance is given his opponents, but it would appear the Olog-Hai has had enough, for he steps back, his legs unsteady beneath his massive bulk, before he turns and hurries as much as his wounded appendages will allow.
Burzghaash
About four feet tall and black of skin, with a flame of white on one side of his face and head, the bald, hideous orc's face is a mass of twisted scar tissue that used to be somewhat of a face. His left eye is opaque and has a completely different colored pupil than his right eye, his right eye being normal for his species. A hideous lump of large, corded musculature, ugly beyond compare. At some point one of his fingers was broken and jammed back into place, giving that specific finger a slightly different angle than the rest of his fingers, for the bones have re-knit wrongly. In addition one ring finger and one pinky are gone. The white scar tissue of his face seems to have been a burn scar of some type. The whiteness goes down over one shoulder and onto the front of his chest, a jagged, patternless mass of discoloration. Many of his teeth have been knocked out and this has given his mouth and chin an unusual 'smashed' look. AT one point or another his kneecap was broken, because he moves with a thumping, slow paced gait, his heavy, lumpy body stumping along on two short thick legs. He wears full body leather armor of orc make with the red armband of a dog lugburzob. He wears over his head a helmet of filthy metal that is also clearly orc-make. He wields a wicked metal-hafted war hammer.
Carrying:
Head-crusher
Metal Helmet
Studded Black Leather
[Smug(#11965)] With a high-pitched grunt, Smug steps, though not quite quickly, to his right, letting the staff land on the outside of his shoulder, sliding harmlessly against his left arm. Once more he presses forward, to disadvantage the long defense of the woodsman, stabbing with an upward arc towards the open wound of Valdi.
[Ranol(#26812)] "I see to him after you are safe." Ranol says softly, hauling Thari along as quickly as he can. He pulls the wounded dwarf back behind the fighting lines, oblivious to the pain shooting through his hand and wrist. Once around behind some broken stone ruins of a wall or home, he eases Thari down, trying to see if there's any obvious gushing of blood or bones sticking out at odd angles.. not that the huskarl would begin to know what to do.
Smug attacks Valdi with his Scimitar, but Valdi parries the attack with his Staff!
[Gunnarr(#24380)] A roar of triumph escapes Gunnarr's lips. "Sure you don't want to run away? You Su.." The orcs wicked mace catches him in the jaw but only a little. Still the dwarf can taste a little blood in his mouth. Deciding that trash talking just now would be a bit too painful than it was worth, Gunnarr swings his sword with a loud woosh as day breaks, trying the cause another blow to his foe's neck.
Gunnarr attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword, but Lorbag parries the attack with his Maul Hammer!
[Mobeorn(#22365)] Brown animal eyes now peer toward the dark horse and rider--and then Mobeorn tears out across the field, the bear trying to rip the horse out from under the so-called shrieker.
Mobeorn attacks Ulaire_Cantea with his Beijabar Fists and lightly wounds him!
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
-Something- swooshes the air very close behind Lithiugelir! The harper, already a bit touchy about things that might damage his beloved harp, is distracted enough to leap to the side and risk a look behind him. Yes, there is an orc! One with a particularly gruesome, scarred up face! Ugh.
The world is crashing as the great Olog-hair smashes through the trees and decides to vacate the scene. Surprised, the Ranger moves -away- from that black rider and almost gladly changes his focus to the orc instead!
Long length of bright steel licks out to make a thrust for Burzghaash's chest!
You attack Burzghaash with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Your attack against Burzghaash moderately wounds him!
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] The fist hits the horse, causing the horse to shy and tearing wounds in the horse's side, but the rider manages to stay on the horse as it rears, kicking its hooves towards the beijabar.
Ulaire_Cantea attacks Mobeorn with his Mace, but he misses by a mile.
[Frarin(#31050)] "Aurgh," Frarin groans, mindlessly shaking his head, even with the skin torn by a scraping hoof, fortunate enough to have missed the skull itself. His entire right side is bleeding, it seems, crushed and now soaking his tunic and trousers. Somewhere beside him is his war hammer, but Frarin is not concentrating on fighting any more, if indeed he is concentrating on anything at all.
He is writhing about, groaning as pain and the lingering coldness of the rider invade his mind. An attempt is made to roll to his left, but it involves pushing himself with his right elbow, at which he cries out sharp cry and returns to his useless writhing.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari's breathing is odd, burbling, and as the night begins to fade slightly, bright red blood can be seen on the lips and beard. The little dwarf lies where Ranol guides, nose smashed into the face, eyes shut, the arm beneath the shoulder just a crushed mass. The lips move, bright red, but the whisper is too slight to hear. Thari fades toward unconciousness.
Burzghaash is hit by the thrust and black blood spews from his mouth, He jumps back and circles, then darts in low attacking with the mightiest stroke he can muster, intending on striking the tark in the chest and breaking ribs. If it hits!
Burzghaash attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and you parry his attack with your Longsword!
[Lorbag(#28583)]
But once again the Teguk of Dol Guldur is ready for the strike, and there is a -clang- of iron as his maul's head swats aside the blade of the dwarf. It is rare that an orc, even the great black Uruks of Mordor, is able to tower over anything but another orc, but Lorbag's head stands a few inches higher than the dwarf's own, and he sneers down at his foe.
"I'm sure of one thing, maggot," he spits. "When I lop off yer head I'll leave yer nose in place so I can carry my new footstool around..."
Lorbag snarls all of a sudden, and out punches his sledge toward the khazad's breast perhaps looking to topple the dwarf.
Lorbag attacks Gunnarr with his Maul Hammer and badly wounds him!
[Valdi(#22570)]
Valdi only barely pulls back in time this time, having to nearly fling his staff behind him to get the grip right. It slides in his hands and then sticks, and he's able to knock the scimitar away. The wood shudders again, and if one were to look closely, it would be notched there. However, Valdi doesn't stop for a moment. As the orc presses close, his response is to press even closer, settling for short and efficient bashing with the middle of his staff.
Valdi attacks Smug with his Staff and lightly wounds him!
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Burzghaash's warhammer swings out for the lean man's chest and ribs - but Lith is not keen to have his chest opened up again so soon! The harper's leather jerkin is already rent in the chest area in two places and bandages are beneath the armour.
Deft, though left handed, the Dunadan swings his light weight, long blade quickly to parry the axe stroke. At the same time the man turns to present his right side and reaches out with his right hand to grab a the thing's hidious, scarred face - aiming long fingers for what looks to be a blind eye!
That movement is meant to distract as Lithiugelir's blade sweeps back in from low to try and thrust up under the creature's ribs!
You attack Burzghaash with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Your attack against Burzghaash badly wounds him!
[Gunnarr(#24380)] "Agg" The mace point strikes before Gunnarr has the wherewithal to bring up his shield or sword to block it. The blow launches the dwarf back a few paces where he trips and falls to his knees. Sweat beading down his face and gasping for breath, all Gunnarr can do is bring his guard up and hope his defense is sufficient to ward off further attacks.
[Ranol(#26812)] "Oh.. Durin Durin Durin.." Ranol whispers, watching Thari begin to choke on blood. His mind completely blanks for a moment, too overwhelmed by the injuries to even try to do anything. Finally he reaches forward, carefully laying the healer down to lay on unwounded side against the wall. Hopefully Thari won't choke in the time it takes him to find Frarin. He has far more training and will know what to do.
Ranol moves around from behind the wall and searches the battle scene, first picking out his Thane. Braldor is doing well enough. Then in earnest the huskarl looks for Frarin. The silversmith isn't far from where he last saw him.. hasn't moved much at all. Bad sign! Ranol hurries over, kneeling down next to him.
Burzghaash is not at all blind in his discolored, evil looking eye, and thus, in mid roll to dodge the blinding hand, he is caught by the sword just under the ribs in a stab, but because of the way he spins, the stab penetrates two holes in his stomach, one on the right, one on the left, without actually hitting vitals. Using his own wound to hold his enemy near him, he SLAMS at the tark!
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli moves forward a couple of more paces, as the great bear attacks the un known rider's horse. He holds there with axe held high, yet does not attack yet.
Burzghaash attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
[Lorbag(#28583)]
Hearing the anguish in Gunnarr's breath, it is Lorbag's turn to snarl in triumph, and watching the dwarf backpedal he takes the time to swing low his weapon in readiness. One moment passes by, followed by a second, ere he chooses his time and whirls about once again the sledge hurtling about towards the khazad's skull.
Lorbag attacks Gunnarr with his Maul Hammer and moderately wounds him!
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari is laid on the side away from the battle, bleeding sluggishly in multiple places. Somehow the spiral axe is still in hand, but the healer holds limply to it, eyes shut.
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin's head rolls as if drugged and his eyes flicker open and close, but that clouded thinking brought about by the black rider is fading now, even if that blackness of fading consciousness is advancing. Frarin jerks suddenly, crying and grinding his teeth as he forces himself to his left side, practically entirely uninjured. A blood-slick hand finds his war hammer and it is dragged across the ground until the spike bites into the soil.
"Ahhg!" Frarin groans, his determined cry turning into a pained one as the effort to haul himself by the spike of his weapon fails miserably. Yet suddenly there is Ranol, the huskarl at his side, kneeling down. Frarin collapses from his effort, the side of his grinding into the dirt beneath him. Blood seeps into his right eye as he attempts to glance sidelong up at Ranol. "Ra-Ra...ol," the silversmith manages, huffing his breaths, raggedly coughing.
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Well, this is a surprise! For an instant, the harper's long blade is entangled in the orc's armour or body as Burzghaash twists and almost rips the hilt from Lithiugelir's left hand! To keep from loosing the blade, the tall man ducks and moves with the movement for one step, then jerks the blade free of the orc's nearly sucessful tactic!
Too close. Burzghaash's twisted, scarred face is nearly against his own, the shorter orc's breath reeking and foul. Too close to try and use the long sword, even teh hilt!
So, the tall harper disengages and uses the span of a breath to wheel back and take a new look at his opponent....
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
You forego your chance to attack.
Smug's scimitar is jarred up and away, held tight by a grimy hand. There's no time or space for the uruk to bring the weapon back down to protect him with the close quartered shove of the staff. And so, he's easily knocked backwards by the blow which lands across his chest, perpendicular to the dark tower which graces his apron. With a huff, and a puff, he catches his breath and steadies his feet.
[Mobeorn(#22365)] The bear is young and agile it rolls out of the way of horse and rider before it can get trampled. But the rider isn't striking out against man or beast, and there are orcs here still attacking and a troll loose in the land. Mobeorn turns, crashing into the undergrowth to chase after the trolls and try to bring it down--the bear mangling the bodies of any orcs that get in the way as it hunts troll.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] The blow racks the son of Vitharr's skull "Oh that's going to hurt a lot tomorrow morning. His vision blures a bit. Gunnarr decides to attack once more to the best of his ability. Using all of his remaining strength he forces his sword upwards towards his attacker's groin. "Gimli, Ranol, I could use some relief here!" He manages to cry out as he starts to feel nauseated and ready to vomit.
Gunnarr attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword and badly wounds him!
Lorbag
STATUS: IC (1m 34s idle)
This brute of an orc is tall, and muscled indeed bulging arms breaking through a tight leather vest. Powerful legs are covered down to the knee by dirt-covered trousers, but where the cloth ends only blackened flesh can be seen. Bare footed the creature stands aloft to a height of almost six feet, and lank greasy hair tumbles down in knots to his broad shoulders.
Evil, cruel little eyes rest between a stern brow and boil-ridden cheeks a long hooked nose sprouting from the savage face to sniff into the world. Fangs often gnash and bite upon his thin lips, or so tiny scars there suggest and from his nostril dribbles a thin trail of snot.
Species: Uruk-Hai
Sex: Male
Health: Poor
Weapons: Black Maul Hammer
Armor: Ring Mail
Other Visible Equipment: Crescent Buckler Shield
Burzghaash howls, the madness of the horrifying creature apparent, the wildly howling beast attacks with furious anger, his hammer coming at the tark's chest again, seeing the bandages there and wisely attacking an allready weak area!
Burzghaash attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
[Valdi(#22570)]
With that, Valdi leaps back and steadies himself enough to stab forward with his staff, using it more like a lance or a lanyard now. The end is dull, but as bruising as the rest, and he treats it with such relish that there is a clear opening for attack, if he should miss or if his opponent should keep his wits after it.
Valdi attacks Smug with his Staff and moderately wounds him!
Ranol pales some at the sight of Frarin's grave condition. Thari wasn't lying.. Frarin is worse. Think Ranol.. think! "Don't move!" He says sharply. He slings his shield onto his back, then looks up abruptly when Gunnarr calls for aid. The huskarl looks back down at Frarin, then reaches with fumbling fingers to gather up some excess of the silversmith's cloak, pushing it thickly against the worst of the bleeding. "Hold that! Hold it there!" He orders Frarin, reaching to scoop the dwarf's hand and press it against the wound.
Ranol shoves back to his feet then, picking out Gunnarr amongst those still battling.
[Lorbag(#28583)]
The annals of Middle-Earth are plentiful and filled with many a tale of valour and noble deed, but one that has been absent until now is the role played by Gunnarr son of Vitharr in slowing the growth of Mordor's armies. For with one swipe he could well have put an end to the prospect of little Lorbag's running around Dol Guldur -- the orc staggers, topples and falls away with a gurgling hiss of pain. Clutching at his groin with one hand he writhes and thrashes upon the ground the hefty maul beating the earth once or twice.
It seems Lorbag is down. Is there a chance to put him out, also?
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
The normally jovial musician doesn't have laughing, merry eyes tonight. No, the harper says he's not much of a fighting man... and by the glance he spares for how things are going in the fray, he must not overmuch like what he sees.
Still, the mangled orc's axe sweeps for his chest once more! Lithiugelir evades the blow by stepping back further, but his own long arm and longer blade have a greater reach perhaps than Bursghaash's. Steel tip this time goes directly for the creature's normal colored eye!
[+SET] Mobeorn goes Out Of Character.
You attack Burzghaash with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Burzghaash dodges your attack.
[Gimli(#30149)] Gimli ducks just in time to avoid being hit by an orc, and he then turns, violently brandishing his axe. He then goes back into the fray, the mysterious rider forgotten for the moment, his intent of securing Thari's safe exit from the battle by building a wall of flashing steel with his battle axe around her.
Gimli has disconnected.
Burzghaash Attacks again, this time with a little more strategy, swinging the war hammer at the neck of the harper intending on breaking whatever he can reach, though as short as the uruk is his attack might hit the shoulder of Lithiugelir rather than his neck, either way its an incoming war hammer and it sure won't tickle.
Burzghaash attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
There is a small round shield on the tall man's right forearm and this moves to cover and protect the man's already injured chest and shoulder. In the fray it isn't clear if Burzghaash's axe slices off the shield or is a clear miss. But Lithiugelir uses that arc of the orc's arm to make another go for the creature's face with his long sword!
You attack Burzghaash with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Your attack against Burzghaash badly wounds him!
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr has had enough for now. He can't get back up on his feet and the ground around him seems to be shaking like there is an earthquake with objects going in and out of focus. Bleeding from his jaw and foot and heavily bruised in his shin. The dwarf attempts to crawl away inflicted nearly as much damage on his opponent as he has been inflicted on him.
Burzghaash is stabbed in the cheek by the sword and blood pours into and out of his mouth, he pulls back suddenly attempting to free himself from the sword, intending on jerking the sword out of Lithiugelir's hands. He doesn't counter attack yet, as this is dependant upon whether or not the strategy he is using works.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari's eyes open again. Rasping, noisy breathing grates from the dwarf. The axe is released at last, and the right arm slowly feels for the left. Just as slowly, the cloak is pulled up, pushed toward the bleeding mess.
Ranol sees Lorbag fall, a small surge of relief among so much despair. Gunnarr is down as well, but struggling to rise. Still, the orc seems slain and Frarin is bleeding to death at the huskarl's feet. "I'll be there soon, Gunn! Hold out!" He calls, then drops down to his knees again, struggling to block the severe bleeding of Frarin.
[Lorbag(#28583)]
As Gunnarr backs away, he is not the only combatant to whom reinforcements are due. Even as Ranol and others rush to the dwarf's aid, so too do the slinking figures of the orcs battle closer to their wounded Teguk. Little sympathy for Lorbag is found in their eyes, but the chance to cut open an enemy is never to be passed up, and so while confusion reigns still over the duel they charge in blades slashing and hacking in a bid to carve Ranol and Gunnarr into shreds.
ARB: Burzghaash has "passed" on his turn to attack.
[Frarin(#31050)] The blue war hammer is released and the bunched cloak held in place over Frarin's bleeding shoulder, still by far his worst injury. Frarin, it seems, is in no condition to argue the management of his medical attention. He remains rolled on his left side, writhing in the soil. His right ankle is bent terribly unnaturally and looks almost deflated, much too thin from the crushing blow of the horse hoof. He makes another gutteral sound akin to a groan at the back of his throat. And then a bit of blood is coughed up, spat from Frarin's mouth onto the ground. A circle of red is spreading at the centre of his back.
[Smug(#11965)] The relish with which Valdi strikes serves him well in this chaotic fray. His orcish adversary, Smug, is struck smartly in the chest, with a crack that might be heard if the din of this battle should not drown it out. Once more he's thrown a couple yards back, this time even further hunched, eyes raised just barely to keep his opponent in check. He coughs and spits, sword held bluntly against his thigh.
[Valdi(#22570)]
Valdi looms over Smug, his eyes wild and blinded by the recent darkness, and further dazed by the excitement of battle. "Take that!" he says, stabbing downward to the ground, missing Smug by an inch. Then a couple of more quick stabs and the healer mops his brow, looking about. Could he have missed the orc being alive?
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
It isn't clear what the orc is doing... it jerks and twists its skewered face and there is much black blood upon Burzghaash. But Lithiugelir's long blade is slender and it is perhaps that the harper does not wish to risk it being broken or taken from his hand. This thought is what maybe saves him loosing his grip upon it. The length of steel is jerked back.
Sucking breath, the harper is a bit winded from the long exchange. Absently, his right hand with the small round shield upon it moves to hold and cover his aching chest. Blade free, the Ranger makes to thrust again for Burzghaash's body. But the man can't keep this up indefinitely...
You attack Burzghaash with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Burzghaash dodges your attack.
Burzghaash twirls to the left, striking at the back of the harpers head suddenly, blood pouring from the face wound for the moment, the cruel, nasty creatures shrieking gurgle of a battle cry horrifically gross, the snarling, mean spirited creatures eyes locked on the tark's eyes.
Burzghaash attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and you parry his attack with your Longsword!
[Thari(#31038)]
The cloak is vaguely tucked around Thari's worst injury: the arm. The little dwarf then slides the unwounded hand around, still burbling that musical, rasping breathing, and the hand touches something. A tree, perhaps, or the bottom of a fencepost. Slowly Thari rolls to knees and one hand, gripping this bit of wood, swaying with head down.
Ranol is still protecting Frarin as those orcs begin moving in. He shakes his head, not liking the odds he's seeing. The huskarl rises to his feet again, constantly torn between aiding Frarin or aiding Gunnarr. He finally leaves Frarin, reaching to grab up a sword that was dropped on the ground in both hands, yelling a challenge at the nearest orc and hacking at it.
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
Panting a bit with his efforts, the tall man's pale grey eyes meet those of Burzghaash's mismatched eyes. Someting swings for the back of his head and Lithliugelir raises his own blade and ducks his head both to try and avoid the blow. The man stumbles as though he would fall... but it is a feint! The shield is thrust out at the thing's face and the sword drops...
To swing at Burghaash's legs!
You attack Burzghaash with your Longsword...
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
Your attack against Burzghaash badly wounds him!
[Smug(#11965)] As his pantless foe moves forward to strike the finishing blow, Smug recollects what little wit hasn't been beaten out of him and side steps Valdi's stab. With his, as yet uninjured legs, he trots forward with as much speed as his wheezing can bare, sliding underneath and past the wild staff of the woodsman. The pained uruk moves through the chaos, off towards the dark forest beyond, where day might be hidden for evil to give relief to her denizens.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's vision returns to him, his nausea subsides. Gritting his teeth the dwarf manages to stand up as another orc advances on him. Gunn smashes his shield into the advancing orcs face knocking him senseless. Panting a little Gunnarr advances toward Lorbag's kneeling form. "Time to finish you, filth." The sword comes down on the orcs exposed head.
Gunnarr attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword, but he misses by a mile.
Burzghaash
STATUS: IC (1m 7s idle)
About four feet tall and black of skin, with a flame of white on one side of his face and head, the bald, hideous orc's face is a mass of twisted scar tissue that used to be somewhat of a face. His left eye is opaque and has a completely different colored pupil than his right eye, his right eye being normal for his species. A hideous lump of large, corded musculature, ugly beyond compare. At some point one of his fingers was broken and jammed back into place, giving that specific finger a slightly different angle than the rest of his fingers, for the bones have re-knit wrongly. In addition one ring finger and one pinky are gone. The white scar tissue of his face seems to have been a burn scar of some type. The whiteness goes down over one shoulder and onto the front of his chest, a jagged, patternless mass of discoloration. Many of his teeth have been knocked out and this has given his mouth and chin an unusual 'smashed' look. AT one point or another his kneecap was broken, because he moves with a thumping, slow paced gait, his heavy, lumpy body stumping along on two short thick legs. He wears full body leather armor of orc make with the red armband of a dog lugburzob. He wears over his head a helmet of filthy metal that is also clearly orc-make. He wields a wicked metal-hafted war hammer.
Species: Uruk
Sex: Male
Health: Poor
Weapons: Head-crusher
Armor: Studded Black Leather
Other Visible Equipment:
Burzghaash is deeply cut in the leg and falls to the ground but falls in such a way that he lands further from lith and out of his swords range. This allows lithiugelir time to do what he must for his wounded comrades as the hideous uruk tries to rise to his feet, fails once, then successfully rises.
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] The horse's hooves hit the ground and the dark rider lets out its unearthly wail one last time. This one is still louder, higher and more expansive, and with it, some of the orcs begin to retreat.
[Lorbag(#28583)]
But the head of Lorbag is no longer there, and Gunnarr's sword slashes naught but air and earth less he stay his swing in time. Either way Lorbag ducks aside and surges to his feet a snarl of rage and hatred rattling from behind his fangs as he brings his maul to bear once more. With the other orcs batted aside or looking on, the Teguk hefts his weapon over his head in order to send it crashing down upon Gunnarr's own.
Lorbag attacks Gunnarr with his Maul Hammer and badly wounds him!
[Valdi(#22570)]
Valdi doesn't even miss the orc passing on, instead running back somewhat along his line, having enough sense to know when he has been dazed. He makes his way to the back of a tree and sits down, blending in with the environment as best he can as he breathes slowly and watches.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari is just beginning to pull up stupidly against the young tree when the rider shrieks again. The small dwarf curls against the ground, screaming a name deeply beneath the enemy's cry. "Frarin!" And then rib-rattling coughs, blood hacked into the earth.
[Elaos(#30364)]
Noticing the severity of Gunnarr's wounds, the beorning, with his own wounds starts to make his way towards the dwarf. There is a slight limp to his leg, but Elaos makes it well enough. A shuffling step brings him out of the way of a downed orc's reaching hand. His spear lifted, he pauses his path long enough to thrust the end into the living thing.
Yanking it free once it ceases to move, Elaos continues on. "Come! Leave the fallen creature and let us go. They have a power with them not worth seeing." A glance is afforded the nazgul as the beorning brings himself closer yet.
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
There is an instant of hesistation on the part of the harper. Go after the badly wounded orc and finish it... or... Lithiugelir risks another quick look over the small clearing. It doesn't look good, and that strange, dark rider has not left! Several of the dwarves are down. Mobeorn and others are not to be seen.
Oh! That awful wailing shriek! That decides the Dunadan. The dark haired harper leaves the retreating orc and moves instead to fall back himself, backing off with blade to guard his own retreat, glancing back to see who is down that he might try to help.
[Combat(#13388)->Lithiugelir]
You forego your chance to attack.
[Ulaire_Cantea(#28944)] With the orcs retreating, the dark rider and his mace ride, rounding up more as he goes, headed straight toward Elaos.
Ranol makes up for style with strength. The two-handed swing cuts a deep trench down the orc's torso and the creature staggers back and retreats. The huskarl doesn't hang around to finish him off. The shriek jarrs through him again and Ranol shudders, motionless for a long moment.
[Frarin(#31050)] It is perhaps fortunate that Frarin is rolled onto his left side, for it exposes his bloodied right side and gives him the appearance of being very much dead. He is groaning still to himself, ragged breathing paired with sluggish blinking. One of the orcs come from behind Lorbag gleefully begins ruffling through the silversmith's pockets, pulling at the tattered tunic. Frarin stirs, forcing his glazed eyes open long enough to glare at his attacker. But the orc scuffles off as a third piercing shriek splits the air.
Frarin's glare disinegrates and he rolls again, his nose now grinding into the soil and the hand pressing his cloak to his shoulder releasing to cover his ear. Again the war hammer is taken up and again Frarin makes a vain attempt to haul himself away from his predicament. No response, nor indeed indication of having heard, is given to Thari's call.
Burzghaash snickers as the tark retreats. Retreat? Burzghaash? Never. He instead begins to make his way back around the battle, purposely searching the nearby woods for anyone who might be trying to hide till the battles over. He doesn't yet find anyone, but it is only a matter of time till frarin and thari are found by Burz.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari is more fortunate than other injured dwarves, for though occasionally some goblins harrass the wounded, this one is still guarded by Gimli's ring of flashing axes. One or two other dwarves are also so fortunate, but others yet are left to bleed for a moment as the enemy moves away.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's headache is returning quickly after the last blow smashes into his head. He staggers a little bit but manages to slash down again with his sword.
Gunnarr attacks Lorbag with his Short Broadsword and badly wounds him!
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
A glance back but Bursghaash is no where to be seen. The harper concentrates more on where that black, frosty cold and fear filling rider is... and in doing so, almost passes a downed dwarf. One that seems to be struggling to rise.
Lithiugelir at once recognizes the dwarf, "Frarin!" It's a risk, but the long blade is sheathed and both hands are put out to the dwarf the harper thought a moment ago was dead already, "Got to get you out of here."
Burzghaash sees his own folk fleeing and with a scowl, he flees right along with them, irritation at having to flee but orders were orders.
[Lorbag(#28583)]
Gunnarr's sword cuts again, hacking into Lorbag's armour and sending the Teguk reeling for a moment or two. But this orc has seen many a battle, it would seem, and he topples not indeed he roars out a blood-riddled cry and hefts his maul anew. Out the sledge sweeps, this time low and murderous in an effort to bring Gunnarr to the ground.
All around the pair of them, the other orcs hiss and cackle with delight ere they slink towards their Master's shriek of command.
Lorbag attacks Gunnarr with his Maul Hammer and mortally wounds him!
Ranol sees one of the Beorning's go to Gunnarr's aid, then turns back to help Frarin. He sees the retreating orc that just robbed his friend.. and then the harpist is moving in to help. "Wait! Don't move him! He's too badly bleeding. Go help the others, I'll-.. " He sees Gunnarr fall and swears softly. Frarin is still alive, Gunnarr is unknown. The huskarl focuses on staunching the wounds on Frarin first, finally weighing the trained healer over the warder.
[Oglaz(#23510)]
An answer issues forth on the foul voices of many orcs even as the echo of the Shrieker's latest call fades to silence - fierce battlecries in the tongue of the armies of Mordor, sounding the charge to battle. They are numbered some thirty warriors, bearing grizzly scimitars and spears, bucklers and shields emblazoned with a lidless eye, and at their fore in Oglaz, running through the midst of scorched tree and ruin toward the host of Dwarves and Men.
[Lithiugelir(#27282)]
The dwarves perhaps know best how to handle their own. The tall harper nods to Ranol's words and moves on at once without argument. There are more than enough wounded here to aid - and even a few orcs left to chase off. Most of the orcs are retreating, and as soon as possible, they need to do so as well!
