Outpost TP - the first battle

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Foothills of the Misties - Near Caradhras
The landscape about you resolves into only shades of grey and black, as the night envelops the area in it's black claws. The path runs north/south as far as you can make out. Pitch black outlines of mountains to your west indicate the presence of the Misty Mountains, though they are almost indiscernable from this distance. The ground is cold and partially snow-covered around you, and the air feels cool and dry. The rejuvenating land makes itself known by the small clump of flowers and weed that clump around the ground.
A light snow flurries about you in the gentle breeze, forming puddles of snow and ice at your feet. The late night spring air is frigid and brisk.

Contents:
Zupgugh
Erinstar
Terridan
Nazgok
Horvak
Tathren
Kadar
Morandil
Sohargh
Raugha
Arogbrant
Thranduil
Orodrhandir
Khaorg
Legirion
Tarasiriel
Glandrill
Mithryn
Merilwen
Malknash
Varya
Chuok
Palanhenelidh
Molaenion
Laerecht
Irt
Huzghash
Magog
Zgryk
Yanog
Celeblas
Boundary Stone

Krimphosh arrives from the northern foothills.

Mordral arrives from the northern foothills.

Gralnak arrives from the northern foothills.

Moving with considerable alacrity comes the pride of the Morian horde. The uruk servants of the Flame clink in their armor, their boots creating a loud buzz as they thump the upon the ground. The Morians are headed south, towards the Golden wood. Force and not stealth is Moria's cheif weapon tonight At the head of the party wave black banners inscribed with the insignia of the Flame. The King of Orcs and his chief servants head the van.

Chuok moves out onto the battlefield and crouches self-consciously. She sniffs the air and her heart beats with the anticipation of battle. She casts her gaze off into he direction of the elf position. Licking her lips she tenses for the run. Elf and archersDamn them. Sucking in a lungful of air the she readies herself to move. Her eye catches the King and a smile breaks across her face. Now moving forward she quickens her pace to move near his party. Since he's not charging the She-Hai closes the gap quickly and she falls in with some others on his flank.

Thump, thump. The continuos sound of iron clad boots impacting the ground below. The Morian army moves at high speed, lines of Orcs fighting for the Flame. In the front row is Malknash, his Battle Axe held tightly within his hands. His face is expressionless as he makes his way forward, keeping up with the pace of their King.

Moving in shadowy silence parallel to the Morian host, a great, black figure runs. Though the Orcs are swift, Raugha the Warg has little trouble keeping up with them. He lopes along, his crimson eyes glowing malevolently, harsh, hot as embers. He raises his muzzle, inhaling deeply as he dashes along.

Amongst those heading the van of Moria, their Master Guard, keeping pace with the great King of Orcs, though his movement seems laboured. The chain mail upon his body bounces with each hastened stride and he often reaches up to fix the horned helmet upon his head. He presses onward in all his awkwardness.

Little more than fleeting shadows in the grey patch of land between the dark wall of the wood and the pitch-black looming mountains, a war party of the Elves of Lothlorien leave the confines of the wood and walk into the open. Not a clink of armor or a rustle of snow under a careless foot betrays their presence. Wrapped in their cloaks, they can barely be made out through the snow flurries, and only then by a sharp eye.

The Commander of the Order of Lorien, Haldir, leads the party, flanked by several of his knights. A large group of archers follow closely behind.

The thundering footsteps of iron-shod yrch carry far in the bare landscape, and Haldir raises his hand. At once the Elves halt behind him.

And from the west another noise arises on the wind. The sound of steel on steel and the thunder of boots over stone. Shouts echo off the stone over and over again, like the noise of the storm itself gathering and drawing near. Yet these are the voices of dark and petty things. Foul things that slink in dark places. Wicked creatures that move in the night and fear the sun. And now red eyes slash through the dark as they move like drifting smoke toward the main force. Bodies move like blades through liquid as they draw near the Morian force, the banner of the Goblin Raiders high in the air. For Yanog leads Goblin-Town to battle, singing as they come.

A large head sprouts from the midst of the Morian hoarde. Opening his maw in a bellowing snarl, Laerecht reaches over his shoulder and grasps a heavy longbow. Hefting it into the air in the direction of the approaching wood, the large uruk presses on in a rush of speed to meet the elvish host.

Whip and slash! Burn and lash! Goblin teeth on flesh will gnash! With spear and bow, with axe and blade, death is what the Great Goblin bade.

Doom doom, is what we sing, look and see the death we bring.

Our arrows fly! The foes will cry! Cringe away, hide from our eye! With spears that stick and knives that nick, flame to burn you like a stick!

Doom doom, is what we sing, look and see the death we bring.

Our blades will cut! our blades will gut! Our helmets through your men will but! Our axes rip! Our whips will nip, your children in your blood we'll dip!

Doom doom, is what we sing, look and see the death we bring.

Mordral face is contorted by hatred of the enemy. His thoughts are of nothing but the prospect of carving elvish flesh. Moving quickly within the host his leather armour creaks and groans as it strains to contain his muscular frame. Suddenly he smiles in anticipation if what is to come.

Krimphosh stands battle-ready, a swarm of newly-outfitted Morghash Uruks standing about him. Dark mail gleaming in the last moonlight, he advances a bit behind and left of the King's group. Though his face is hidden by the helm he wears, he beats his makeshift scimitar on his shield with lust for blood.

Khaorg runs with the rest of the party, brandishing Pakenvuras threateningly. His one good eye searching the area, as the foul scent of Elves infects his nose, his face contorts into a ferocious snarl. The time for battle was upon them, adrenaline begins to flow through his veins. His axe cleaves the air in anticipation, he begins to fasten his pace, running with the head of the van.

Krimphosh dons a fine, expertly crafted suit of dull-black Chain Mail.

Krimphosh straps a small leather buckler to his left arm.

Close behind the Master Guard comes one of his many Guards, Huzghash. Metal armour ringing loudly with each iron clad clomp, Huzghash moves swiftly to stay with the horde of Moria. Spear held tightly the guard keeps his intense gaze locked ahead.

Zupgugh follows quickly behind the Master Guard, his bow at the ready. "WE GUN HAVE ROAST ELFIE IN DA MURNUN!!"

Out of the shadows, steps a stone behemoth. He walks just to the right of the King, well within the van of orc guards. The troll's dark scales glisten in the pale light. At his side is tied a heavy sack. The sack seems to weigh the creature down causing him to walk lop-sided. In one hand he holds a large rock - really, a small boulder - which he tosses up and down gently. The warlord of Moria grimaces in pride as his beady eyes take in the form of orcs arrayed in the march of war.

Calriel suddenly appears from the shadows... you catch a glimpse of few spectral figures, probably her companions, but when you look closer, they're gone.

Terridan quickly pulls his bow from his back.

Looming proudly at the head of this small army, Magog's hand is upon the hilt of his long battle axe. He lopes onwards, his crimson eyes surveying the landscape intently. As a slight gust of wind travels past his nose, the King sniffs and turns his head back to boom at the Morians, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" In a sinuous motion, Magog draws his battle axe and proceeds to trot with it at the ready.

Clutching his axe with both hands, the small limping figure of Kadar moves along at the head of the goblin force, keeping inline with his commander, Yanog. He does not speak, and yet no fear is to be seen upon his long thin face.

Glandrill slides an Elven longbow from his shoulder.

Not turning his eyes away from the rolling slopes before him, Haldir quickly glances at his own army, and gestures with both hands, "Hide, now! Knights, stay close to me, archers, fall back!" He then points to several archers, quickly, "Return to the trees, cover us!"

Behind the mass of limb and metal follows a small orc. He wields a small daggerlike scimitar within the clutch of his skinny lanky fingers as his eyes dart from side to side in a creepy, paranoid maner. Though from the looks of it, they do this not to sight some unseen foe on his flanks, but just out of mannerism. He scuttles forward with the mass, though stays to the back, keeping himself in check. Slowing, he grins lightly, stopping momentarily, taking a glimpse upon the scene with cold yellow eyes.

Halting but a few paces behind commander Haldir, Celeblas kneels silently and traces the skyline with piercing blue eyes. A few knights accompany him by his side and a larger pack of elven archers are hidden silently some yards back.

Glandrill draws the elven blade 'Sualtaim' from it's black scabbard.

Orodrhandir takes the command from Haldir and quickly disappears into the forest behind the others. In seconds he has climbed into a tree and awaits the oncoming orcs. He quickly pulls out Bregurthu and nocks an arrow.

With that quick speach Arogbrant does a quick turn and silent run towards a tree, all at the same time taking his bow from his shoulder into his right hand. With two giant leaps he jumps into a tree and continues to climb it as far as possible. In one swift motion he plucks an arrow from his quiver and nocks it into place, while then leaning back into the trunk of the tree.

Heeding the Commanders words, Molaenion heads to the dense foliage for cover. Gripping his longbow tightly he quickly nocks a arrow as he looks through the boughs of a nearby tree, trying to spot the foul Yrch.

A cloaked and hidden figure is barely seen running to the trees, it is Varya.

Nazgok covers his face with dirt and slinks to the ground. Between the dirt on his face, and the dirt on his clothes, he blends perfectly into...well..the dirt. No place to stand up without armor, especially with archers. He moves off to the side, and looks forward from between the bushes. He spies some elven bowmen in the distance.

Krimphosh spots an orc he recently geared up for battle, and grabs at the collar of Gralnak. "With me," he mutters protectively under his helm, motioning for the Uruk to join the Shakh's vanguard despite his different tribe. Turning helm once more to check on the Uruk, he picks up his pace in the trot to battle, tense with anticipation.

Mithryn fades from shadows to trees, climbing up easily and deftly, and quite silently. She reaches a suitable limb and settles there in a comfortable and sturdy stance. Her lonbow is once more taken from her back and an arrow is nocked. Her keen eyes easily pick out the approaching monstrosities.

Staying near the back row, Palanhenelidh withdraws Diinengoth-"Silent War"-from his back. Upon the command from his commander, he jumps into a nearby tree. Finding a branch to steady his aim with, Palan draws an arrow from his quiver. He nocks the bow, sighting several yrch, but only a handful that make prime targets. He keeps his eyes upon them as the march forward.

The shadowy Warg comes to a halt not far from the Orcish battle-lines, raising his muzzle. His red nostrils flare like sparks within the blackness of his shaggy, lupine, sable face; and then, throwing his muzzle straight upwards, Raugha the Wolf gives vent to a high, piercing howl. It rises, loud, keening, a battle-cry, a challenge -- a signal.

Far away, to the north, an answering howl resounds ... and another. Miles away, surely, at the least -- but answering calls.

Now the Goblin songs turn into a thunder as the force draws near. A elemental thing, dark and terrible. Maybe a dozen figures flit through the darkness behind the bobbing of the flag, appearing and then fading back into the darkness like a phantasem. Only the noise of their singing comes before them like a foul thunderhead. At their head strides a tall uruk in dull chain, his steps carrying him toward the King of Moria. He looks toward Magog and calls out to him in the poisoned tongue of the mountains...

Aglahad arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Legirion falls back with the rest of the elven archers, concealed by cloak and the flurrying veil of snowfall, steps silent and sure.

Varya jumping into the tree and going to a branch that suits him well, Varya draws his longbow and nockes an arrow.

Glandrill slides an Elven longbow from his shoulder.

Yanog says in Uruk, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

Kneeling quickly into the low shrubbery, Tathren pulls her long dagger from its sheath and waits. Only her eyes move as she watches the approaching horde, darting from foe to friend in wary anticipation.

Raising his head high, Terridan glances towards where Haldir orders the other Knights, and pulling his own longbow, nocks a single arrow the string, gazing upwards towards the slopes of the mountains before the host of elves. After a moment, Terridan gazes back towards Haldir, and sets the bow of Lorien before him, awaiting another signal from the tall elf standing slightly before him.

Horvak growls, then chuckles softly. His words spread out across the field of orcs, slightly louder than it should be. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" The troll sneers.

Not far from the the Commander of the Order of Lorien, Haldir who leads the party, the lady Merilwen trails behind, her longbow perched upon her back. Green eyes glow, stern and fixed upon their leader, and with his command the cloaked figure disapears behind the trees with the few other archers, she fades without a trace.

Khaorg runs his axe blade along the inside of his arm, drawing blood. With his other hand, he swipes up the blood and smears it over his face, as warpaint. His teeth clench and unclench in a manner that suggests both Anxiety and Anticipation. His one crimson, vibrantly flared eye searches the trees for the Elven combatants. He snarls viciously, like a dog who has sniffed the flesh, but has not glimpsed it yet.

Not far behind the Master Guard, another long-armed uruk guard runs near the head of a tight knot of troops. Clad in thick leather gear covering ragged homespun, Burzdug clearly does not lead that troop of Uruk Guards, but he does remain close to the front, maintaining that position by speed and the occasional elbow and grunt. The Guard's eyes move continually between ground, treeline, and the Master Guard as he flows with the majestic black river of uruk warriors that fight in the name of the Flame of Moria. As he picks up his pace, Burzdug begin to chant a deep, pulsing pattern that strikes with the pace of the troop of Guards. "Fire! Slash! Burn! For the Flame and the King we go to battle! Strike! Crush! Kill! Moria goes to War!"

Chuok moves in motion with her own heart beating. The warm sinuous coil of adrenalin makes it's presence known and wraps it familiar coils about the she and she mutters to herself"Come out and play light loverscome and play.." She casts a quick glance over her shoulder and her eyes spot the olog moving. Death is in the air and she rejoices in it.

Now the wind begins to rise. Blowing across the land like a portent, stirring the grass and rippling the water. And for a moment the ground seems dark and bloodied as the wind passes over it. And maybe a fell voice howls with the wind..And with it comes the cries of wolves.

Nazgok slithers on his stomach off to the right flank of the battle. His clothes become matted with dirt and debris from the ground. He grins at the thought of roasted elf, elf stew, raw elf....

Raising his axe into the air, the little one known as Kadar cries aloud, indead the voice of the old one may be heard. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" His face, like the rest of his body is unadorned, bent into a hidious cringe.

Legirion joins at Tathren's side, soundlessly slipping into a secure branch and nocking an arrow, sapphire eyes sharp on the approaching host of yrch. His ears trained for further orders, he remains still upon that branch. The longbow Dumiriel in his hands, "Jewel of Night" in the words of man, he holds with surity and determination. Hidden, he awaits.

Malknash hears a small growl escape his lips as the scent of the Elves hits his nostrals. His keen crimson eyes sweep across the battle field, memorising it for battle reference. A large scar is seen across his face from the last battle with the Elves and men, and a clawed hand touches it gently. A small smile comes to his face as his pace quickens.

Standing to the immediate right of the Commander, Glandrill gives a nod, narrows his eyes and nocks an arrow to his bowstring. A slight shiver runs up his spine.

C'zoth kneels and speeds quickly across the open ground, long arms dangling to the ground. Feearing the bite of elven arrows any second. He quickly dives behind a nearby bush next to Nazgok, and licks his knife in anticipation.

And thunder. The first rolls of thunder echo from over the mountains. The sky lights for a moment as lightning flashes from the gathering storm. AS if in answer, the rain begins to gather in force. The storm gathers and rides toward the battlefield on its black horse..

With a slow pull Arogbrant pulls back his bowstring from the branch he is pirched on. The grey cowl mixing with the white snow makes him very hard to see.

Magog lets forth a dark chuckle in response to the Goblin's words, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" The army rumbles on, its foot-thunder matching that from the Misty Mountains.

Tarasiriel takes a seat near Tathren and Legirion and nervously waits for orders as she draws an arrow from her quiver.

Mordral grips his scimitar tightly, his heart beating faster as he senses battle will soon commence. He murmurs a prayer to the Flame and as he does so feels his courage swell. He watches the shadows closely, ready to dive for cover at the first flight of elvish arrows.

Oh, the elves are there....flitting like grey spectres and dark shadows across the foothills. Aglahad is but one of those...his eyes are intent on Tathren, out of all present. Sure, the rest are noted, but the Veteran is here for a twofold purpose.

Thus, he is in the group of elves, and is armed like them all...bow, and also the hilt of the sword poking out from the folds of his cloak. The Demon Hunter is readied first, as the enemy is present. The storm lends no support to either side, though the darkness may aid those minions of the Enemy. But no fires can be lit for long here, and the rain and wind affects both. An arrow is pulled out from his quiver, and Aglahad nocks the shaft...glancing about to take aim.

The Master Guard slows not, but his hoarse voice rises and fades back to the guards behind him; "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Irt rushes onward, his mace waving once in the air as he gives up a rather weak war whoop.

Aglahad wields Longbow.

Chukk lumbers along, better late than never, he's not got much in the way of a weapon....just an old legbone of some large animal, he's got slung over his shoulder. He peers around at the commotionand decides to follow suit with the other fellows and break to the right flank, hunched over even more than the rest, but not quiet as sneaky.

With malevolent calm, Raugha comes to a halt on a slight ridge, his breath steaming from between his sharp fangs, rising in plumes of mist from his red mouth. The dark Warg gazes out upon the foes of darkness, and he sneers. Another dread howl rises hatefully into the heavens.

Krimphosh, surrounded by his small host of orcs clad in but the lightest of armor and the most makeshift of weapons, advances closer. As his force begins to diverge a bit from their proximity to the king's force to draw away fire, some hesitate . . . but not the Shakh Krimphosh. "Press on!" He calls out in the common speech, grabbing at the ear of a quailing Uruk as they advance to meet or dispense death.

Kadar awaits beside Yanog.

With his commands carried out almost as fast as they are spoken, Haldir turns his attention to the black army which raises before his eyes from the grey flurry of snowflakes. There is no time to retreat, but the enemy is not upon them yet. Quickly, he draws his bow, and with a gesture commands his campany do do the same, "We must hit as many as we can before they are here..." His own bow quickly drawn, he releases the arrow toward the black horder even before he can make out individual fighers through the snow.

Mithryn steadily pulls back the string on her bow in anticipation of the orders. Her hands are steady, very steady even with holding a string so long. She sees the Warg and grimaces, she remembers that one. SHe places him in her sights and waits for the order to fire that she knows will come. Silent meditative prayers keep her from tensing too much though her gut tightens with anticipatory fear.

Nazgok continues to move to the right flank of the battle, with C'zoth and Chukk by his side. As he moves on his stomach, he is filled with visions of cascading blood. He moves to with in 10 feet of the archers.

You fire off an arrow at Raugha...

Your arrow hits Raugha, moderately wounding him!

Khaorg's scowling features search the foliage for elves, for a second he halts, focusing with his good eye. An elf had been there...right there...He catches up with the rest of the horde with little effort. He redoubles his efforts to get to the elves. He looks at the uruks around him, fellow warriors and bloodthirsty predators. They were in their element, darkness. He unleashes a roar, fueled by battle and the adrenaline that was throbbing in his veins. He swings his axe madly.

Also, quite near, yet not in the same line of Commander stands silently a smaller elf, yet not less pride. Her long hairs are bound under her helmet, and her attire differs from that of the Order of Lorien. Green her cloak is, green as young reeds, shot with silver like beads of dew. And under her cloak a glint of mail can be seen, which is beset with smaller jewels to form a large three-thrunked beech tree.

It is Calriel, the Herald of the Elven Lord of these lands of whose powers can only be rumored by those outside the elven realm. Quietly, she watches the company of orcs with her keen eyes. Keen, and sharp, and bright... as a group of lanciers riding under the gleam of moonlight - and yet profound, the wells of deep wisdom. Now she draws her large white longbow and at the command of their Commander one of her arrows is airborne.

Mithryn follows the order from Haldir, quickly and swiftly. Compensating for the wind, she tries to will her arrow to fly straight for Raugha's heart.

Mithryn launches an arrow...
Mithryn's bowshot hits Raugha, lightly wounding him.

Smoke pours from Mt. Doom as the Dark One's evil sorcery lags the game.

The smoke clears as good triumphs and the database saves.

Yanog raises his head toward the dark clouds that gather in the north and rush toward them like a demon. Bringing the fire of the sky with it. The Captain's lips split in a horrible grin as Magog's words drift to his ears. His gauntleted hand falls on Kadar shoulder as he shouts back to the Morian King, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Yanog throws back his head and howls like a beast. And for a moment he is a beast. Something dark under the black sky.

Looking down upon the aproaching Yrch, the young squire Molaenion sits, awaiting the order to shoot. He spots a few Orc that look fairly weak, if such can be said about Yrch, and keeps his eye on them. Turning to his right he sees a few other elves perched on the limbs of several other trees all awaiting the command of the Commander. He shifts his weight uneasily as a chill runs down his spine. He can hear the horde of approaching Orcs and awaiting the command to fire...... Then upon hearing the command he picks out one of the foul beasts he draws the string back, hand touching his cheek, in one fluid motion. He pauses not to take aim, but seems to relax his fingers and lets the arrow fly even as he raises the bow.

Chukk trundles on with his fellows, still not seeing the need to -crawl- since he does that enough already. He wants to hurry and get to the elves before those nasty arrows can bit into him. He hurries his pace, looking like a gorilla at this point....a very ugly running gorilla. He raises his legbone over his head as he rushes forward.

Molaenion launches an arrow...
Molaenion's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Varya readies his bow, sees an orc accampaning the leader and fires at him, obeying Haldir's command.

Varya launches an arrow...
Varya's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Arogbrant lets his arrow go, flying towards the first person in the black army line. Without waiting to see if it hits he draws a second one and nocks it into place.

As the first arrow flies by, the keen eyes of the king discern its point of origin. His brow furrows for a moment before determination sets into his jaw. Seizing a black banner from a nearby uruk, Magog wields a Morian standard in his right hand, his battle axe in his left. Pointing both forward, the Gothshaka's legs begin to churn at the ground, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" commes the command

Palan, spying on one particlar orc that disgusted him, draws back his bow, still mostly hidden by the tree surrounding him. He draws his bowstring back, and keeps the tip of the arrow aimed just right so the wind would carry it to its target.

Calriel launches an arrow...
Calriel's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Kadar, badly wounding him.

Legirion pulls back on the bowstring, and looses an arrow into the dark host that approaches. No music of harp, but that of bowstrings soon chases the notes that ebb and flow within his own mind.

Chuok's feet begin to pound the ground and her eyes look for a target. With her eyes she follows some arrow shots and her gaze takes in the form of Raugha. She slows not and presses on. The lust for blood flowing freely in her veins

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Kadar, lightly wounding him.

Even amidst the rush, Zgryk skillfully fits an arrow to his bow, quickly twanging the bow to test its tautness. From his vantage point, in the familiar territory of Moria's Mountains, no fear has he as he coldly sweeps his bow to find the most-skille'd of the Faerie archers. .. once in his sights..he sets his shaft aloft.

Zgryk launches an arrow...
Zgryk's bowshot hits Mithryn, moderately wounding her.

Celeblas lets his bowstring sing as he looses an arrow!

Cursing as his arrow flies wide right of his target, Molaenion procedes to nock another arrow, hand touching cheek, in one fluid motion he again draws, aims and fires at one of the Yrch.

Molaenion launches an arrow...
Molaenion's bowshot hits Palanhenelidh, lightly wounding him.

Krimphosh ducks behind his small shield without slowing his pace as the elves unleash a storm of arrows. Many of the ill-eqipped Uruks around the Morghash Shakh fall, eyes and chests pierced by elvish arrows. Some press on despite punctured limbs.

Finally, Krimphosh sheds his group, bursting out in front to sprint towards his foes through the hail of arrows. He is as yet unscathed, but for how long?

C'zoth creeps silently along the ground, right behind Nazgok. sneaking to within 10 feet of the archers of the right flank. Silently praying to the flame for deliverance from elven arrows. He arrives safely beside Nazgok, unhurt but shaken.

A hail of arrows is released, through them the grey fletched arrow of Glandrill flies, straight towards a distant but unmistakable form of the filth.......

Laerecht scans the forest before him for a target. Finding a flitting shadow, he looses an arrow at the shadow.

It is time. Time for death to rain down with the elf-crafted shafts. We all play in this morbid game amidst the falling snow. Aglahad inwardly hopes that it does not begin to come down too heavily. The taut string is pulled back for strength...and the arrow takes flight through the air at Zgryk. Aglahad is aiming to hamper the Orc's missile abilities.

Aglahad launches an arrow...
Aglahad's bowshot hits Zgryk, mildly wounding him.

Laerecht launches an arrow...
Laerecht's bowshot hits Legirion, lightly wounding him.

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Orodrhandir, badly wounding him.

Irt says in Uruk, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" comes the roaring cry of the Master Guard, reinvigorated by some unseen force. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Irt picks up his pace and it becomes a dead sprint as he rushes onward, toward the elves."

Celeblas launches an arrow...
Celeblas's bowshot hits Irt, badly wounding him.

Lifting his bow up to face towards Khaorg, Terridan draws the great bowstring back along with Haldir, arching the wood till it looks that it might snap under the pressure. The elf takes little time to aim, instead simply letting the arrow fly towards the host of yrch that are before them... even as the arrow leaves, the elf moves to unstring his bow, slipping back to his shield and sword...

The powers of darkness do not favor fell Raugha. Two arrows -- gleaming elf-shafts -- lance through the air and sink into him, bringing an agonized, thundering howl, which echoes with grim anguish. Flame red as purest hatred sparks in Raugha's eyes -- and he descends swiftly toward the Elven party, now, baying wrathfully. Swiftly the dark Wolf charges, saliva dripping from his maw ...

Terridan launches an arrow...
Terridan's bowshot hits Khaorg, badly wounding him.

Terridan pulls his longsword from his sheath with a faint metallic hum, the blade shining brightly.

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Irt, moderately wounding him.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Magog, mildly wounding him.

Terridan puts on Studded Leather Shield.

Following Legirion's example, Tarasiriel aims her bow Ithilduath, or Moonshadow in the Common Tongue, at Irt.

Another figure, companion and opposite both of the white-clad Herald of Celeborn, stands just beside Haldir as he surveys the scene with his fell gaze, and throws back his dark cloak to draw forth his blade with a slight hiss of anticipation. Iarsul, Bloody Wind, nearly sings in anticipation. His sharp gaze seems to fall upon one Tathren for a moment, and he frowns, moving to her side with careful ease before murmuring something faintly in Sindarin.

The giant orc bellows loudly as his arrow halts the moving shadow, notching another to his bow, he prepares to fire again.

Chukk dives and hits the ground with a yell as the hail of arrows rain around him. He rolls over and takes a look at himself. So far so good. He's ok, but he looks back to see the elf lines and begins to consider another path in life perhaps something less dangerous.

Orodrhandir feels tha arrow pierce his shoulder. He slips into the tree, but regains his footing and once again draws his bow back.

Molaenion lets out a cry of terror as his arrow flies straight into one of the other elves. Desperatly nocking another arrow he says a short prayer and lets it fly into the confusion of battle....

Yanog turns suddenly as the arrow digs deeply into the orc that stood beside him. Another howl tears free from his lips as he grasps the Goblin flag and hurls it into the air. For a moment the symbol of the hammer and mountain hangs like fire against the dark air and then it is gone. And in its place comes the charge of the Goblins. Yanog raises high his newly forged spear and leads the charge of the storm against the forces gathered below them

Malknash roars as his legs pump into the ground, bringing his into a full charge as his screams out into the front of the pack, his battle Axe held high, his face curled into a large snarl. The Elves begin to get larger, their figures becoming more detailed as he closes in...

Kadar screams, throwing his head back in turn, though not in triumph, but in pain. An arrow has stuck fast and hard into his left forarm. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Jumping forward he screems again, 'You die!'

Molaenion launches an arrow...
Molaenion's bowshot hits Yanog, mildly wounding him.

Arogbrant nocks a third arrow, letting it fly at the black line again.

Huzghash rushes forward, spear at the ready in his right hand. "GRRRRRAAAA!" Huzghash yells out as his charge comes in line with the Master Guard following cloes by as he is hit by a few arrows.

The troll moves with the wave of orcs. A giant wolf amongst a herd of gophers. A lustful look of battle crosses the troll's face. His veins filled with the battle's power, lungs gasping in great quantities of air. He cares not where his footsteps fall. *Thump* *Thump* *Squish* Occasionally, the troll's footsteps are softened by an orc who fails to pay heed and not move away from this stone creature. Horvak raises the boulder high and roars. "Forward! Forward! No Retreat!" Even as the troll roars these words, a hail of arrows are the elves response.

Mithryn grunts as she is hit, the arrow imbedding itself in her thigh. She very nearly falls out of the tree but catches herself. Her vision turns colors and she takes a few moments to regain her concentration. Steadying herself, she searches for the one who hit her and she determines to wound or kill the one who hit her.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Arogbrant, moderately wounding him.

Mordral , his mind now consumed with boiling bloodlust, charges forward, screaming wildly, "For the Flame and the King" . As he charges toward the elves he raises his scimitar high, looking for an elvish throat to rip apart.

Legirion brings his hand back to snatch another arrow from his quiver, then lets out a cry as an arrow slashes past his arm, opening a gash there. Gritting his teeth, he looses another arrow into the oncoming host.

Yanog +shouts in Uruk, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SHOUTING>"

Zgryk puts another arrow set on his bow, and just as he draws back - Ahhh *string of curses!* - his right leg is sorely pained with the cruel shaft of the Elves.. Biting back the pain, he launches a return shot from whence it came.

Khaorg runs amoungst a hail of arrows, a few narrowly missing him. He runs at the nearest elf, he is struck in the chest by an arrow. He grunts in anger, pulling the shaft from his chest. He looks for the elf that hit him, but abandons his search as this is a target rich environment. He closes in...

It is arrows to the left of Magog, arrows to the right. Yet on and on he presses, unnoticing of the lone arrow in the storm that grazes him. Head held high, back straight, the King profanes a beautiful language, substituting what guttural for mellifluous. "<Sindarin> By **** standard we shall conquer **** wood," Magog bellows. Pulling his arm back, he sends the Morian standard flying forward through the air and towards the trees.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Orodrhandir launches an arrow...
Orodrhandir's bowshot hits Arogbrant, badly wounding him.

Zgryk launches an arrow...
Zgryk's bowshot hits Aglahad, moderately wounding him.

Drawing back another arrow, Palan spies the same target, and again releases his fury upon the horrible yrch before him, their stench already filling his nose.

Silently drawing an arrow, Merilwen makes her way next to Tathren following Trasiriel. Her face can't be seen, as her hood pulled up around her head. A blaze of bright green glowing from her eyes. Steady and and sure she raises her bow and knocks an arrow into place pausing slighty before she lets go, eyes falling upon the Warg, then her arrow flies.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Kadar, severely wounding him.

Merilwen launches an arrow...
Merilwen's bowshot hits Zgryk, lightly wounding him.

Laerecht launches an arrow...
Laerecht's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Mithryn lets another arrow fly towards Zgryk, more in anger than anything else right now.

And yet the Master Guard stumbles just slightly in his charge as not one, but two arrows pierce his body. One inserts itself into his seemingly limp left arm, the other in practically next to it as it too pierces his flesh, just above the colarbone. "Kill the elves! Kill them ALL," he roars in the common tongue.

Mithryn launches an arrow...
Mithryn's bowshot hits Laerecht, moderately wounding him.

Arogbrant lets his third arrow go, and is hit with another. He ughs and pulsl anotehr but slower.

Varya readies his bow again, aims for the orc, and fires.

Standing to the back of the onslaught, the small Orc looks forward, eyes widened to the rain of arrows...he grins, slipping off towards the side into the brush he now begins to walks quickly, though stealthfully towards the front. He raises his hood, keeping low. Eyes glancing to every angle of the forest.

Varya launches an arrow...
Varya's bowshot hits Arogbrant, badly wounding him.

Chukk reconsiders again with the large troll stomping around and his superiors shouting for he and the other to press forward. Actuall it's the fear of getting trampled that get his to rise to his feet. He charges forward again, blindly, shouting unintelliglble things, swinging his legbone above his head.

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Orodrhandir, badly wounding him.

In the chaos of the battle, a fellow elf gets in the way of Tarasiriel's shot. Grimacing, she whispers a sincere apology and draws a second arrow from her quiver and aims again, trying to be more careful this time.

As the thud of arrows slamming into flesh and armor begins to beat around him, Burzdug looks up from within his troop of the Guard. He raises his scimitar over his head and bellows out in encouragement. "For the Flame! For Moria and the Flame!"

The sound of whizzing arrows almost drowns out the battle cries of the Yrch, almost. Smirking as his arrow buries its self into the of his target he reaches back and grabs one of the awaiting arrows, nocking it in one swift motion. He chooses a new target this time and aims for the Yrchs chest, muttering a short prayer as he does so.

Molaenion launches an arrow...
Molaenion's bowshot hits Kadar, terribly wounding him.

A small orcish figure rises from the shadows of the right flank. Bellowing loudly, wields his long jagged knife over his head as he rushes the elves of the right flank, who were notching their arrows for another shot at the advancing orc horde.

The arrow away, Haldir shoulders his bow and draws the sword in one fluid movement, too fast for the eye to see. Suddenly, a blue lightning strikes the ground before him: the ancient blade glows blue from within, so bright that it seems the light itself strives to break free from the confines of steel and strike at the enemy.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Irt, mildly wounding him.

Krimphosh's force of lowly Uruks loses its ranks, those not yet felled sprinting forward in fear or pain. As more arrows fell the scattering Uruks, Shakh Krimphosh keeps up his frenetic pace toward the lines of the enemy. Notched and bent blade held high, he turns but a moment to check on the King's welfare. Noticing the attention showered on Magog in the form of arrows, Krimphosh veers closer to the King as he lopes forward.

Laerecht winces slightly as his arrow flys wide of it's target. Before he can notch another arrow, an elven shaft bury's itself in his left calf. Finding the whooter, he rips the arrow out of his leg and returns it to it's owner...

Hoping to quickly be rid of this orc fiend, Palan draws again. Kadar has become more agile though, running from side to side, Palan cries out his bow's name, hoping to give him courage through the shouting.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Kadar, fatally wounding him.

Arrows hiss past Raugha, as he thunders closer, letting loose another fell howl in defiance of the heavens, of the warriors of the elves, of light itself.

A chorus of howls answer to the north, still far away, but coming closer.

Raugha dashes closer to the Elven line, seeking to cut a bloody swath through it in one fell sweep. Any moment, now, the dark Warg will be upon the Elven forces.

Mithryn curses to herself as her shot goes astray, but a smirk replaces the expression as the arrow at least hits another of the foul creatures. She wonders how it must seem to the yrch and goblins, to fight against a mostly silent enemy.

Orodrhandir is hit again and drops from the tree. He is unable to remove the arrow but continues to try and fight.

Celeblas wields Elven Longsword.

Burzdug draws his scimitar from the folds of his robe

Aglahad is not at the front line...not yet, at least. The black shaft comes down out of nowhere...hitting the Sinda between his lower ribs. It is a flesh wound, but one that is not too bad. Yet. The blood begins to seep through his mail, but Aglahad grits his teeth to ward away the pain. Again another arrow is readied. The Veteran's lips move in the prayer for his shaft to fly as well as the last. Hopefully the response will also be favorable this time.

Khaorg grunts, watching carfully. He ducks behind a rock, his one good eye searching the trees for a target. An arrow whizzes past his head, he ducks more still. There...he sees one. He runs as fast as his legs can carry him towards the Elven front line.

Something tickles at the side of the Goblin Raider, yet he does not have the time to see what has pierced his chain. His mailed hand holds Slayer high as he rushes toward the battle with his people. Their song's have turned to the howls of beasts and the thunder of blades on shields as the Raiders rush with the horde. The noise of hidious braying and howling, like the very mountain itself speaks on the breath of the wind.

Aglahad launches an arrow...
Aglahad's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

And the thunder rolls...

The Elven Herald's lips move as she shouts orders to those of the Royal Court. Fair and clear and fresh, fresh as the new rain of spring. her words are, and they carry far - yet not so that they jar the ear.

Slinging her bow on her back, she brings forth the large and ancient white blade with a his from his sheath. "Fanuilos!" Calriel calls out the name of her sword and steps forward next to Haldir.

As arrows land all about, the troll picks up his pace. His charge soon puts into the forefront of the orcish wave. Arm reaching back the troll sends the small boulder flying toward a nearby elf. His target is indescriminate. As the boulder arcs though the air, Horvak reaches for the axe at his belt.

Calriel yells out a cry to Elbereth. Her suddenly looks taller, more formidable, stronger...

Another arrow flies from Glandrills bow...ripping the air as it heads for the neck of an unfortunate approaching orc....

Orodhrandir takes advantage of the cover of the woods and slips into the trees flanking the orcs

Horvak throws a boulder...
Horvak's boulder flies wide, doing no harm.

Calriel brings forth the old blade with a hiss from its golden sheath. The silver Hirilorn on the hilt glints fiercely.

Chuok cutting out a elf target she sets her pace and lock her eyes and her pace holds true. The smile on her face changes to a snarl and she utters a gutteral sound and pulls back on her mace, bracing for the attack. She moves near the lightlover Celeblas, and swings harsly at the bow arm.

Calriel straps a round shield on her arm, on which is set a large beech tree of silver and green.

Chuok attacks Celeblas with her Mace and lightly wounds him!

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Irt, mildly wounding him.

Zgrykhas not only the Elf Aglahad in his sights, but an arrow ready to fly..

Horvak picks up a Boulder.

Zgryk launches an arrow...
Zgryk's bowshot hits Aglahad, lightly wounding him.

The House Bard of Daernoss Aderthad, Legirion, quickly changes targets, nocking another arrow to fire into the fray, but further back into the host so as to avoid hitting his own.

Watching as his arrow burries itself into his target, the young squire Molaenion decides to stick with his previous target and leans against a differnt branch to get into a better position. Nocking and firing he watches the arrow fly.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Celeblas wields his elven longbow, Breguruthos. In the tongue of man it is known as "Swift Death". In one fluid motion he nocks an arrow and draws the string taunt.

Laerecht launches an arrow...
Laerecht's bowshot hits Legirion, badly wounding him.

Mithryn pulls back the bowstring after nocking another arrow. She spots the one closing on Celeblas but averts her aim, not wanting to risk hitting her brother. Instead, she picks a random foe and lets her arrow fly.

Palan drops one orc and goes to spy on another, the orc banner-carrier is now within range. Palan shoots, hoping to claim him in mid-charge.

Mithryn launches an arrow...
Mithryn's bowshot hits Laerecht, badly wounding him.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Yanog, mildly wounding him.

Orodrhandir shoot at the back of the orcs moving through the trees

Seeing her arrow graze one of the smaller orcs, Tarasiriel smiles, nocks another arrow and aims at the orc Irt. Drawing her bow, she lets the arrow fly.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Chuok, lightly wounding her.

The sable Warg slashes closer, as he dashes swiftly toward Celeblas, Chuok's target. Already the dark Wolf seeks his next target; but it is Celeblas he seeks to hamstring as he whooshes past.

Raugha attacks Celeblas with his Warg Fangs and moderately wounds him!

Varya readies his bow again, aims for the orc, and fires.

At Haldir's side, his knights, ancient commanders, royal heralds all draw their swords and stand ready to deflect the onslaught, protect the rows of archers behind them. Among them, close to their Commander, stand Terridan, Erinstar, and Calriel.

Varya launches an arrow...
Varya's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Legirion breathes a word, seeing his arrow miss its mark, but next lets out a sharp cry as another arrow stabs into his shoulder. He almost looses balance, but leans his injured shoulder to the tree and launches another arrow into the fray.

As the orchish host advances, Celeblas hastily fires one more shot into the oncoming horde. Just as the arrow flies for its target, Raugha bites into his leg and he winces in pain and scrambles away.

Laerecht receives another elvish shaft deep in his upper shoulder. Ripping it out he breaks it in half, hurling it aside as he returns fire to the pesky little squirt launching the deadly missiles.

Chuok moves forward fluidly as her first blow hit a glancing shot. The swiftness of the damnable creature is uncanny and his firing a shot in an instant. Turning quickly the arrow skitters along her armor and opens a long shallow wound. She pivots and swings at the head of her target

Celeblas launches an arrow...
Celeblas's bowshot hits Irt, badly wounding him.

Chuok attacks Celeblas with her Mace and lightly wounds him!

Celeblas's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Zgryk's eyes, now wide open in the darkness, discover another archer..and he lets off a deadly arrow.

Zgryk launches an arrow...
Zgryk's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Krimphosh, now on his own, sees a force of elves gathering to weather the nearing onslaught of Morians. Looking back a last time to try to spot the Uruk Gralnak, who caught his eye earlier, he motions for the Uruk to follow as he closes the distance to the main force of elves. Waving his scimitar, he grunts and roars from under his helm.

The color on the horizon indicates the sun is slowly rising, but does little to dispel the cold of the winter just past.

Watching as Palan's arrow hits the Yrch he too decides to join in, launching his arrow he watches as it speeds toward his target.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Laerecht, terribly wounding him.

Laerecht launches an arrow...
Laerecht's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Aglahad may have taken another hit, but this one isn't so bad...a wound to his leg. Luckily, nothing that would hamper mobility, and so he readies his third arrow against Zgryk.

Molaenion launches an arrow...
Molaenion's bowshot hits Yanog, moderately wounding him.

You notice that Horvak is looking at you.

Aglahad launches an arrow...
Aglahad's bowshot hits Zgryk, moderately wounding him.

Another, another, two more arrows find themselves piercing the armor of the Master Guard, though these two seem less deadly as the hang loosely from between the chain links. Irt rises up though it causes him great pain. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he cries, pointing his mace toward Erinstar. Just then, another arrow slams into his body and he staggers backward, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

Morandil wraps himself tighter in his cloak, draws the hood over his head, and ... just vanishes. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a quick movement nearby, but when you look closer, there's nothing there.

Tarasiriel frowns as she sees her arrow miss its intended target. Yet it wasn't a total loss, as the arrow hit another of the yrch. Drawing an arrow from her quiver, she nocks it to her bow Ithilduath in a single fluid motion, aims again at Irt, and fires.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Letting his sword rest down to his side, Terridan gazes upon the rest of the yrch as they begin to move towards them... yet the elf shows little in the way of worry; instead he holds himself firm, shield clasped tightly to one arm, and his blade Ainauril at the ready in the other... he stands next to Haldir, awaiting the next signal...

Swiftly Raugha cuts past Celeblas, then continues swiftly forward, his paws scoring through the snow and throwing up a swath of dirt behind him, as he speeds toward Haldir and his stand of warriors. Erinstar is his target.

Merilwen's green eyes fall upon Mithryn, though she seems neither worried nor nervous but stern. All of the maid to be seen is the cloak that hangs rather loose. Again she raises her bow, knocking another arrow into place she once again fires.

Khaorg runs at an Elven squire, not caring who he is. He raises his axe and swings it with all his might at Molaenion, the enormous battle axe flies, slitting the very air infront of it.

Khaorg attacks Molaenion with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!

Molaenion's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Another arrow bites deep into the giant upper chest of the monster uruk, Laerecht. Not bothering to remove it the beast curses wildly, mouth open wide to reveal razor sharp teeth as he notches another black shaft.

Legirion grits his teeth, his breath misting in a foggy puff of cloud, and draws another arrow to fire once more upon the yrch that wounded him twice already, emboldened by the damage his last strike had done.

Celeborn suddenly appears from the shadows... you catch a glimpse of few spectral figures, probably his companions, but when you look closer, they're gone.

Only being able to get the orch in the shoulder, he prepares to fire again, but sees one of his companions badly hurt. He decides to train his eye upon another, Laerecht. Palan draws back the bow, and in a fit of rage, lets loose upon those who would harm his friends.

Mordral see's Erinstar and runs toward the elf, foam dripping from the fangs of his screaming mouth. The piercing scream rises briefly above the battle noise fading only when summoning all his strength, he slashes his scimitar at the elf.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Laerecht, badly wounding him.

Laerecht launches an arrow...
Laerecht's bowshot hits Legirion, moderately wounding him.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Mordral attacks Erinstar with his Scimitar, but Erinstar parries the attack with his shield!

Varya aims at Irt, sights down his shaft, and fires.

Varya launches an arrow...
Varya's bowshot hits Irt, moderately wounding him.

Again Glandrill's bow sings as it's arrow speeds towards another..

Merilwen yells out a cry to Elbereth. Her suddenly looks taller, more formidable, stronger...

Orod launches another arrow..

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Irt, moderately wounding him.

Orodrhandir launches an arrow...
Orodrhandir's bowshot hits Irt, moderately wounding him.

Something else stings the leg of the Raider. Two elvish barbs have found their mark in the Goblin Captain. Yet ahead he sees a sight that takes away the pain, replacing it with the pounding of blood. A elf whose gold hair ripples down her shoulders and seems a shield to the darkness. In a moment the orc is on her, his spear driving toward her chest.

Yanog attacks Calriel with his Bare Hands, but he misses by an arm's length.

Zgryk's blood spills, black as his eyes squint at the archer he had thought slain. Ignoring the long-shafted arrow stuck in his thigh, Zgryk widens his eyes to a glare, ready for a battle with the Elven sniper..

Zupgugh looks quickly around the battlefield for a target and finding one, lets fly.

Chukkyells "Stomp 'em! Smash 'em!" getting caught up in this fight now, carried on by the wave of orc warriors that press on though their numbers fall with each hail of death from the evlish bows. Swining his improvised weapons wildly, hoping to get lucky and HIT someone.

Yanog brings forth Slayer, The Goblin Defender. Its bladed tip gleams as it reflects the bloody light.

Zgryk launches an arrow...
Zgryk's bowshot hits Aglahad, moderately wounding him.

Legirion lets out another cry, an arrow piercing his leg. This one stays where it hit, and he does nothing to remove it as he prepares another arrow to loose.

Charging hard as the Master Guard issues his command, mace directed towards Erinstar, Huzghash brings his spear out in front and charges in towards the elf Erinstar. Spear reaching for the elf's midsection

From the tree she takes refuge in, MIthryn fires another shot at any foe she can locate that is not near one of their own.

Merilwen launches an arrow...
Merilwen's bowshot hits Horvak, mildly wounding him.

Zupgugh launches an arrow...
Zupgugh's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Mithryn, moderately wounding her.

Huzghash attacks Erinstar with his Spear, but he misses by a mile.

Mithryn launches an arrow...
Mithryn's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

With one fluid motion Arogbrant draws arrow, and knocks it.

Pierced by many arrows, Laerecht sinks to his knees. Bowing his head, the giant orc prepares to send another shaft...

Laerecht launches an arrow...
Laerecht's bowshot hits Mithryn, lightly wounding her.

Sprawling to the ground as his bow is knocked from his hand, Molaenion lays there, a gaping wound on his left leg gushing blood. He turns and attempts to run heading for a nearby tree....

Molaenion grabs his longbow "Nuruhuine"

C'zoth's mouth opens wide in roar, he hurls himself upon the enemy ,yelling at the top of his lungs"<uruk>Death to the all the elves!Kill them all!"

Nocking another arrow to her bow, Tarasiriel fires at Irt, hoping to at least take down one yrch during her first battle.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Irt, mortally wounding him.

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Irt, fatally wounding him.

Magog recoils as Haldir's weapon shines blue, a pang of fear flashing through his eyes. What was a mad charge towards the most impressive of the elves is jerked to the side, for Magog has heard the tales of weapons that are merciless to his kind. The Gothshaka hoarsely calls back to Horvak, "Warlord, we need you to fight the one with the blue." The King's own arm pulls back and with a roar of energy he puts his second hand on the weapon and steers it towards a nearby elf's chest, the intent to cleave.

Chuok presses her attack and yells. "Let us play maggot." She swings the mace low towards the legs of the elf. She snarls and drool pools from the side of her mouth and drips towards the ground. She turns her head and picks another target to move against next

Steadily gaining his balance, the Knight Celeblas looks down at the wound delt to him by the massive Warg. He is bleeding badly and another arrow just grazed him. Grimmacing with a fire in his eye as hot as coal he wraps his cloak tightly about him and tries to vanish behind a tree as he fires another arrow at the particularly ugly yrch that still stands with four arrows piercing it.

Seeing her shot do fatal damage to a smaller orc, Tarasiriel smiles and nocks another arrow to finish it off. She aims and fires

Legirion gapes with horror, as he finds his last shot had gone horribly astray, striking another. Shaking off that shock, he nocks another arrow and shoots at his original target.

Magog attacks Terridan with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!

Zupgugh launches an arrow...
Zupgugh's bowshot hits Erinstar, mildly wounding him.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Laerecht, terribly wounding him.

Another black arrow hurtles toward the trees from Laerecht's heavy longbow.

As the word "Elbereth" rises, Raugha lets loose a shrieking, vicious howl to drown out the hated word. Springing forward, he snaps his fangs viciously at his quarry, Erinstar, snapping his fangs viciously at the elven warrior.

Seeing where his rage got him, Palan becomes more calm, and prepares another arrow. He lets in a deep breath as he pulls the string, and heaves it out as the twang is heard.

As one arrow is set free another is nocked..and it is sent as a reply to an arrow that misses him by inches......

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Laerecht, fatally wounding him.

Horvak grumbles as the boulder flies wide. "GARRR!!!!! Every time!!!" The troll face contorts into an expression of pent up rage. Grabbing hold of his axe, as the troll moves ever forward, he spies an elf with a glowing sword. The troll chuckles and begins to move toward the elf in question. Yet, as the stone creature moves forward, he lets loose of some of his frustration and swing the axe in several sweeping arcs. The arcs slay orcs about him. "Yipe!" An arrow pierces the troll's hard skin. The pain brings Horvak back to his task, with barely an aknowledgement to the King, Horvak heads toward the elf with the glowing sword.

Celeblas picks up a very deadly looking Elven Longbow.

Raugha attacks Erinstar with his Warg Fangs, but he misses by a mile.

Celeblas wields his elven longbow, Breguruthos. In the tongue of man it is known as "Swift Death". In one fluid motion he nocks an arrow and draws the string taunt.

Seeing the mayhem, Varya aims for someone else, and hopes for the best. Knowing that he hasn't been injured he sights down his shaft, and fires at Zupgugh.

Varya launches an arrow...
Varya's bowshot hits Zupgugh, badly wounding him.

Malknash grits his teeth, his powerful legs finally taking his to the front lines of the battle. His crimson eyes narrow as a target is immediately picked, not stopping his movement as arros scream past his ears. He throws his Battle Axe towards Molaenion in a flurry of angered movement, a roar escaping his lips.

Mithryn fires but her arrow goes wide as she is hit once, this time through her hip and then again, through her arm. She can't manage her balance this time and falls to the ground. A shout of pain is not surpressed as the fall moves the arrows painfully and snaps two of them off. Two remain stuck in her, hip and thigh, while one that hit her arm simply comes out.She struggles to hide behind a tree.

ARB: Horvak has "passed" on his turn to attack.

Burzdug strikes free from his troop, coming up beside Huzghash with his scimitar in hand. Watching the spearhead strike forward toward Erinstar, the uruk Guard brings his scimitar in low to strike toward the filthy elf's legs.

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Zupgugh, badly wounding him.

Horvak wields Black Axe.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Glandrill, mildly wounding him.

Orodrhanidr sees that the orcs are now upon his friedns shoots at those orcs already hit

Burzdug attacks Erinstar with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Burzdug, badly wounding him.

Celeblas lets his bow string sing yet again as he grits in pain from his wounds. His cloak now soaked with blood nigh his leg.

Celeblas launches an arrow...
Celeblas's bowshot hits Zupgugh, lightly wounding him.

Chuok the she steps towards Varya and she breaths heavily. "Come get some little one...Plenty of play to go around.." She swings at the chest of hte elf.

Kadar screams again, an arrow ripping through his left ear, pulling away from his head in a spray of blood...

Yet again the old farmer screams as another of the stinging missles of elven pain pierces his right hand, crushing the bone, forcing his axe from him. Turning he crawls a step or two away gasping for breath, but still another messenger of death finds its mark, tearing through the elderly mushroom farmers stomach, letting out the rusty-orange contents. A third shaft slides between his ribs, puncturing his lungs and his last breath of air hisses out of him...

Death begins to set in as the high tide comes upon Kadar, another wave of arrows bounding into him one and another; however they do not sting, for Kadar feels no pain. His beautiful eyes slowly and silently begin to glaze over to a sickly shade of pale orange.

The quick and nimble feet of Calriel carry her out of the unguided attack of her opponent, yet a look of controlled horror is in her heavenly blue eyes as she looks into those blood red ones of the goblin. Her pallid lips wrinkle up in disgust at the creature, and her long white sword is swung at him with deadly accuracy.

Calriel attacks Yanog with her Longsword, but she misses by a mile.

Chuok attacks Varya with her Mace and badly wounds him!

Varya's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Zupgugh is hit. He winces in pain and breaks off the shaft of the arrow, asuring he wont catch it on anything.

His first attack missing the elf Erinstar, Huzghash holds himself and turns, stabbing out with his right arm with his spear to hit the elf in the side.

Malknash returns from beyond Middle-earth.

The Commander of the Order of Lorien, Haldir, leads the party, flanked by several of his knights. A large group of archers follow closely behind.

The thundering footsteps of iron-shod yrch carry far in the bare landscape, and Haldir raises his hand. At once the Elves halt behind him.'.

Climing as swiftly as he can up the tree, Molaenion leans against a branch about 15 feet up and shakily nocks an arrow aiming as best he can he attempts to fire upon the Yrch who just attacked him.

Seeing the huge uruk approaching quickly from the corner of his eye, Terridan lifts his blade rapidly... but too late it seems to block the onrushing axe head. The elf cries out loudly with pain, even as the axe cuts past his defense, slipping in past the mail that he covers his side. The wound is deep, but not crippling so, and Terridan finds the strength to swing his blade back across towards the ugly thing that struck him...

Tarasiriel quickly glances down to see how many arrows she has left. Seeing four, she resolves to make each one count. She aims and fires at Zupgugh.

Arogbrant oofs as he is hit by a random arrow, and quickly snaps off the end leaving the tip in his leg. With one huff he pulls another arrow out, and slowly starts to nock it.

Terridan attacks Magog with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Celeblas, badly wounding him.

Malknash grits his teeth, his powerful legs finally taking his to the front lines of the battle. His crimson eyes narrow as a target is immediately picked, not stopping his movement as arros scream past his ears. He throws his Battle Axe towards Molaenion in a flurry of angered movement, a roar escaping his lips.

Molaenion removes his longbow "Nuruhuine" from its resting place upon his back and nocks one of his silvery fletched arrows in one quick almost unnoticable motion.

Molaenion launches an arrow...
Molaenion's bowshot hits Khaorg, severely wounding him.

Another arrow proves to much for the Master Guard as he takes it square in the gut. As he falls, he tears away a few of them, but the final one proves to be to deeply imbedded. Gropping at the infernal arrow, Irt falls slowly, "Kill them all," is his final command, though it is no more than a whisper. In such a way does the Master Guard of Moria passes from conciousness.

Before the giant orc can let fly, a silver arrow screams toward him with magnificant force. The wicked shaft burys itself eeply into the thick neck of Laerecht. The leviathan pauses momentarily to look down at the protruding point, and the feathers mirroring it on the opposite side of his emaciated throat. Black blood rushes from the wound as the mighty uruk sinks to the ground in silent death.

Glandrill is hit by by an elven arrow which fortunately grazes his arm...

Mordral turns once again toward Erinstar , the elf having parried his first blow. With renewed intensity he strikes again at the hated creature.

Mordral attacks Erinstar with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.

Zupgugh launches an arrow...
Zupgugh's bowshot hits Mithryn, badly wounding her.

Huzghash attacks Erinstar with his Spear, but he misses by a mile.

Aglahad is hit once again, but it is still not enough to faze him...there are those here that must be protected at all costs. Another arrow, his fourth, is nocked...and let loose at the Uruk archer he duels with from afar.

Malknash attacks Molaenion with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!

Molaenion's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Arogbrant draws back the string and takes aim for one of the orcs attackin his friends.

Aglahad launches an arrow...
Aglahad's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Out of the darkness comes a glittering flow of silver. The flash of a blade toward Yanog's throat. The Goblin turns his head away and the blade slashes a necklace only, scattering rocks and bones about the already bloody ground. Now his spear rises like a scimitar, slashing upward toward the stomach of the elf.

Khaorg is hit in the shoulder by the arrow, "Agh...Khaorg's gunna get you..." He swings his axe up at Molaenion as hard as he can.

Khaorg attacks Molaenion with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!

Yanog attacks Calriel with his Spear and lightly wounds her!

Legirion remains up in the tree he had picked out earlier, an arrow still stuck in his leg. Blood stains the dark attire beneath his grey cloak, and the minstrel murmers a quiet song to embolden himself once more, pulling an arrow from his quiver and nocking it, setting aim for that another target.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Calriel, mildly wounding her.

Krimphosh reaches the front lines, roaring as he meets the vanguard of elves. Swinging his scimitar to and fro, he looks to Magog on one side, Raugha on the other and plunges into the fray, swinging his makeshift scimitar to and fro. As his king is hit by a blade, Krimphosh lets out a scream of pain himself and rushes to aid his liege.

Molaenion grabs his longbow "Nuruhuine"

Krimphosh attacks Terridan with his Scimitar and mildly wounds him!

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Khaorg, badly wounding him.

Varya picks up a Longbow.

In the chaos of battle, Tarasiriel sees Celeblas become the victim of friendly fire. Nocking another arrow to her bow, she aims carefully and fires at Zupgugh.

Another arrow is sent, screaming through the battle field...Glandrill's pray upon its flight.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Zupgugh, severely wounding him.

Mithryn limps out from behind the tree quite unsteadily and sights another swiftly nocked arrow. Hatred burns in her usually kind eyes as she fires.

Mithryn launches an arrow...
Mithryn's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Varya wields Longbow.

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Zupgugh, fatally wounding him.

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Huzghash, badly wounding him.

Terridan's weapon finds Magog's forearm and makes little impression. The massive orc seeming shrugs this off and renews his assault. His feet planted, his expression is one of malice as his eyes hone in on those of his foe. His weapon too, hones in, the heavy head of the axe falling diagonally towards the elf's shoulder. A grunt accompanies the swoop

Tathren unwields Erkholf.

Arogbrant lets the arrow fly, and watchis it hit.

Magog attacks Terridan with his Battle Axe, but Terridan parries the attack with his Longsword!

Tathren whips out her longbow Diinenbrant.

An arrow, striking from nowhere, sends Burzdug twisting backward three steps, sinking deeply into his left shoulder, passing his leather armor as if it were made of a smooth elvish butter. He reaches over toward it, snapping it off with anger.

Raugha circles Erinstar, now, then leans forward, snapping his fangs at the Elf; he attempts, quite simply, to rip out the Elf's throat.

Raugha attacks Erinstar with his Warg Fangs, but he misses by a mile.

Zgryk feels he knows the location of the Elf, and lets off yet another deadly, black shaft.

Zgryk launches an arrow...
Zgryk's bowshot hits Aglahad, badly wounding him.

Arogbrant grins softly, but his wound is starting to get to him.

Breathing a bit hard and sweat beading up his brow Celeblas looks up in the darkness to see the familiar peace of the stars. Then as his eyes reach back down to the blackened horizon of the yrch his anger wells up inside him and those around, cower momentarily as he shouts "<Sindarin> Elebereth!!! Fight Brothers! Let your arrows fly!"

With a fluid motion, Tarasiriel draws another arrow. She smiles, seeing that her last arrow seemed to badly wound one of the yrch. Aiming at one of the yrch archers, she fires at Zgryk.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Aglahad, badly wounding him.

seeing that the battle is rising, Orod head into the trees he nocks another arrow and shoots at Zgryk

Scanning the battlefield, Glandrill picks out another target..the arrow has left the bow before even a breath is drawn...

An arrow lodges itself in the shoulder of Huzghash. Letting out a loud roar Huzghash reaches around and snaps it off quickly....

Mithryn falls back with another hit, this time finding home in her other thigh. Stuck fast as is it's compatriot in the left, the one in her hip is broken out. SHe tries to scramble back without her legs into the shadows.

Orodrhandir launches an arrow...
Orodrhandir's bowshot hits Zgryk, mildly wounding him.

Khaorg falters, being struck in the back by another arrow...he doesnt bother to turn and see who it was, he keeps attacking Molaenion with everything he has. His axe flies again.

Erinstar's eyes gleam fiercly as he stands at the front of the Lorien Guard, his blade flashing in the light as it darts to and fro, deflecting blade and fang alike as he twirls in a deadly dance with his numerous foes. Finally, with a brutal roar, the Herald snarls, "ELBERETH!", and strikes out at the prancing wolf

Arogbrant draws another arrow, this one silver and pulls back the string taking aim.

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Zgryk, moderately wounding him.

Zgryk snarls contedly..now doffing his bow for his blade, and stalking into the thick of the melee.

Erinstar attacks Raugha with his Longsword, but Raugha parries the attack with his Warg Fangs!

Celeblas then quickly lets another shaft fly into the night.

Maegnas suddenly appears from the shadows... you catch a glimpse of few spectral figures, probably his companions, but when you look closer, they're gone.

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Zgryk, mildly wounding him.

Celeblas launches an arrow...
Celeblas's bowshot hits Zgryk, moderately wounding him.

Maegnas launches an arrow...
Maegnas's bowshot hits Raugha, mildly wounding him.

Zupgugh the last arrow pierces his heart. With his last breath before falling into unconsciousness he curses the Elves.

Mordral roars his frustration at Erinstars defences. Charging this time with his full body weight, his scimitar held firmly in front of him like a spear, he attempts once more to run the foul elf through..

Tarasiriel has one arrow left. Carefully aiming at Zgryk, she resolves to make this last arrow count.

Varya grimicing at the pain of the hit, Varya prepares another arrow, aiming at Chuok, vowing to kill the orch.

An arrow! A spear! A cry leave the lips of Calriel as she is hit from behin and by her opponent's spear. She stumbles for a moment, before she gains control an brings up her longsword from below at the vile creature in front of her. "Back to the darkness from whence you came!" she cries out.

Varya launches an arrow...
Varya's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Zgryk, badly wounding him.

Mordral attacks Erinstar with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!

Calriel attacks Yanog with her Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Maegnas launches an arrow...
Maegnas's bowshot hits Zgryk, moderately wounding him.

Chuok moves through the battle and looks for targets of opportunity. She glances back at her last target and smiles wickedly. "Aye you have some more guts to spill in our dance??" Red flashes in the Hai's eyes and seem to buldge with the pulsing of her heart.

Arogbrant draws another shot, and pulls back the string taking aim once more.

Khaorg attacks Molaenion with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a mile.

Chuok attacks Varya with her Mace and severely wounds him!

Varya's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Even as Terridan's blade holds back the second swing of the axe, he fails to see the second yrch approach him from the other side. Even as the scimitar sparks against his mail, a slight wince is given in answer to the strike, along with a momentarily glance of contempt. His feet move quickly though, stepping back and to his left, seeking to keep himself from being surrounded as his blade slips out yet again towards Magog's form...

Legirion takes up the call, his melodic voice trembling through the snow-flurried sky, "Elbereth!!" He nocks another arrow despite the pain shooting from his wounds, firing again.

Aglahad takes one hit...that's a black shaft...and then one from his own Squires! Growling something, the Veteran tries one more arrow...but time is running short on his state of health.

Aglahad launches an arrow...
Aglahad's bowshot hits Zgryk, badly wounding him.

Zgryk launches an arrow...
Zgryk's bowshot hits Celeblas, badly wounding him.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Khaorg, badly wounding him.

Terridan attacks Magog with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

Palan curse himself for hitting such a wonderful elf, who had been kind to him since he'd known her. He vows revenge, and once again takes aim at Yanog.

Chukk pounces on an elf and begins to pound the unfortunate fellow with the ball of the bone he wields.

Raugha the Warg snaps at the blade with his fangs, literally snatching it between his teeth; Warg-fangs strike spark as they tear at elf-forged steel. An arrow flashes past, and Raugha bellows, loosing his fanghold on the blade. Hurtling himself forward, the terrible Warg attempts to eviscerate Erinstar, jaws snapping shut with monstrous force, aimed at the Elf's belly.

Her last arrow spent well on an enemy archer, Tarasiriel fades back into the forest and to the safety of Lorien

Raugha attacks Erinstar with his Warg Fangs and moderately wounds him!

Picks up his longbow and flees!

Varya picks up a Longbow.

Tarasiriel heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Zgryk, badly wounding him.

Zgryk launches an arrow...
Zgryk's bowshot hits Aglahad, moderately wounding him.

Zgryk launches an arrow...
Zgryk's bowshot hits Celeblas, badly wounding him.

Seeing the huge orc hit a few times Orod lets fly another arrow.

Zgryk launches an arrow...
Zgryk's bowshot hits Aglahad, badly wounding him.

Varya tries to flee from Chuok, but he fails!

Orodrhandir launches an arrow...
Orodrhandir's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Z'macht puts on Wooden Shield.

Rising from the shrubbery at last, Tathren shoves her dagger back into her belt and instead pulls her longbow from her back, nocking an arrow and taking aim at Zgryk, whose darts have struck both her housemates. Gritting her teeth in concentration, she lets fly, mouthing a prayer as she goes.

Launching himself into another attack, Huzghash crouches and then springs forward towards the Elf Erinstar. Spear reaching out to the elf's midsection.

Z'macht wields Mace.

Malknash dodges, pivots, an arrow narrowly missing his face. A snarl appears on his face as his arm juts out in a sidewards arc, again it's target being Molaenion, the enourmous battle Axe moving at incredible speeds towards the Elf.

Malknash attacks Molaenion with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!

Huzghash attacks Erinstar with his Spear and moderately wounds him!

Celeblas falls to the ground, with arrows sticking out of his side. As he falls he lets loose another arrow.

Tathren launches an arrow...
Tathren's bowshot hits Zgryk, moderately wounding him.

His eyes narrowing as he recognised the orc that caused his posteriour so much pain in the past, Glandrill launches an arrow at an orc with avengence

Celeblas launches an arrow...
Celeblas's bowshot hits Zgryk, moderately wounding him.

The body of Kadar is trodden upon, now, his small, limp form being pressed into a muddy puddle of dirt, grime, and orcish blood. Skull cap still fast upon his head, armor pierced with elven arrows. His faithful axe rests mere inches infront of him, his ever-fading eyes gazing longingly at it, his hand out-stretech as if to grasp it.

Mithryn has no choice now but to fire from the ground so she props herself up against a tree trunk. She can't even flee if she wants to. Once more she tries a shot...

Zgryk launches an arrow...
Zgryk's bowshot hits Tathren, lightly wounding her.

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Z'macht, mildly wounding him.

Orodrhandir launches an arrow...
Orodrhandir's bowshot hits Arogbrant, moderately wounding him.

Mithryn launches an arrow...
Mithryn's bowshot hits Zgryk, severely wounding him.

Chuok glances over the battle field and looks for another target. She spots a nearby archer Orodrhandir and charges him. "Die maggot. Le me feast on your heart after the battle.." She sings at the head of the foe..

Arogbrant notes Celeblas falling and draws another arrow letting it fly.

Erinstar staggers slightly as the charging blade slips in under his shield to tear at his side, then once more as the Warg finds hold in his flesh. The Herald begins to bleed freely now, and his eyes flare a bright silver as har rallies back courageously, hit teeth clenched in pain.

Chuok attacks Orodrhandir with her Mace and mortally wounds him!

Orodrhandir's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Zgryk, mortally wounding him.

An elf taking careful aim at Z'macht, the chieftain of yrch that has just arrived is rudely interrupted as a long jagged dagger is plunged into his side. Falling to the ground, he gasps his final breath and rolls over, a fair thing perished from the world forever.

Varya flees from Chuok to the east.

Erinstar attacks Mordral with his Longsword and badly wounds him!

As the Yrch attacks Molaenion falls out of his tree, leaning against the Mallyrn he attempts to shield himself from the vicous onslaught. Blood pouring from his wounds he fights to hold conciousness as he awaits the ineviteble.....

The rain of black shafts hits Aglahad in many places...the blood is spilling from numerous wounds. Many very bad, of course. Still, he manages to shoot once more.

Varya tries to flee from Chuok, but he fails!

Falling into the fray, an uruk Chieftain, Z'macht, spots a haulking black canine shape across the field of carnage, perhaps a dozen yards away. Holding his mace high, the battlefrenzied orc rushes to the canine's side.

Aglahad launches an arrow...
Aglahad's bowshot hits Zgryk, fatally wounding him.

The violent jab from the elf maiden nicks Yanog's mail clad shoulder and draws forth a spring of black blood. He glances down at the wound only for a second, and if not even feeling it. His tongue lolls from his mouth and waggles obscenely toward the elf as Slayer drives again toward her stomach, the force of his body behind it.

Zgryk falls flat upon his back..seemingly vanguished by the long-bow shafts of the Elves.

Yanog attacks Calriel with his Spear, but Calriel parries the attack with her shield!

Burzdug grits his teeth, a frown pulling across his face, as he comes back into the fray. He strikes again at Erinstar, still remaining low to the ground and slashing in an effort to bring the filthy elves legs deep damage.

Erinstar yells out a cry to Elbereth. His suddenly looks taller, more formidable, stronger...

Not being able to score a hit sure doesn't set right with Palan, but he knows that Cal could be hurt, so he tries once more, taking as calm breaths as possible before hearing the song of his bowstring again.

Burzdug attacks Erinstar with his Scimitar, but Erinstar parries the attack with his shield!

The sable Warg presses his attack, sweeping forward at Erinstar, ducking under the blade directed at Mordral; then, gathering his legs beneath him, Raugha leaps at the elf, aiming his fangs at Erinstar's throat.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Yanog, moderately wounding him.

Raugha attacks Erinstar with his Warg Fangs, but he misses by a handspan.

Krimphosh grunts with satisfaction under his face-covering helm, then ducks as the blade of the elf swings again at his king. "Gothshaka!" he dries defensively as he hacks at the elf's shield arm, desperate to defend his king from harm as the battle claims untold Uruk lives about him.

Krimphosh attacks Terridan with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.

Legirion quickly lets an arrow fly for Chuok to aid his fellow brother, with a wordless, melodic war cry.

Mithryn tries again, but her arms are getting weary and her vision is cloudy.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Chuok, mildly wounding her.

C'zoth's cheer is stopped short as an elf dives out of the trees on top of him! Cursing he rolls over, only to catch the blunt end of a spear!

Mithryn launches an arrow...
Mithryn's bowshot hits Krimphosh, moderately wounding him.

Another arrow drawn, nocked and pulled. Arogbrant glances around for the next target as Zgryk falls.

Somewhere near the center of the elvish line, amongst the gleaming battleline, a tall silver-clad warrior wades his way into the battle. Flanked upon either side, dark warriors and heavily armed guards in black move in quickly to fill the gaps. It is the Daedagnir Patrol! And it is their battle cry that they shout and call! "Elebereth! Elebereth!!"

In their center, the Lord Celeborn himself strides in, his gleaming sword of Menegroth blazing with deadly light. Burnish Steel upon his helm, and Silver beneath his tabard. In the cry of Sindar, he shouts out, "Upon them!"

Malknash watches the Elf fall back, a large smile crossing over his face. He raises his Battle Axe high above his head and brings it down in an attempt to bring it upon Molaenion's shoulder. He says nothing, only a long grown echoes from his lips.

Magog dances out of the way of Terridan's sword, a gleam in his eyes as he lets forth a laugh, "Your head shall look pretty in my Throne Room...upon a stake." With this, the King glances back at his army, seemingly felled by infinite elven arrows. His attack upon Terridan is savage, the swipe low and aiming for the legs. The intent of the King is hardly to hurt Terridan, but rather to break through to the archers and punish them for their rapid firing.

Hiding as best he can behind a nearby tree, Knight Celeblas lets loose another arrow!

Magog attacks Terridan with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!

Celeborn pulls his blade from its sheath. Old and fell from the halls of Menegroth, it is called Mortelpe.

Celeborn puts on his Metal Helmet.

Celeborn puts on Studded Leather Shield.

Celeblas launches an arrow...
Celeblas's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Glandrill grits his teeth as he sees his comrade trying to flee, the Knight sends a arrow in the persuing orcs direction to act as a diversion

Erinstar calls out once more, almost beeseechingly, "Ah Elbereth!", as he dances between the blades. Lashing out once more, he seems careless of where his sword finds purchase - only that it does.

Erinstar attacks Raugha with his Longsword, but Raugha parries the attack with his Warg Fangs!

Arriving at the Warg's flank, Z'macht roars alot through yellowed and bloodied fangs. "At last we fight together, warg-friend..." With a charge and a grunt and a heave-ho, the uruk warrior brings his mace around towards Erinstar's head.

Mordral feels a sharp sting. A warm fluid begins to flow from his mid-section, quickly spreading and matting beneath his clothing. It begins to trickle down his body, slowly at first and then quicker, its warmth fading as it escapes the wound. Momentarily he pauses , then enraged still further he slashes at the elf once more with his scimitar.

Malknash attacks Molaenion with his Battle Axe and severely wounds him!

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Yanog, lightly wounding him.

Mordral attacks Erinstar with his Scimitar, but Erinstar parries the attack with his Longsword!

Z'macht attacks Erinstar with his Mace, but Erinstar parries the attack with his shield!

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Chuok, lightly wounding her.

Tarasiriel arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Tarasiriel.

You turn to see the oncoming Orc, but it is too late. He knocks you from the tree and you fall to the ground. You look around quickly and see your bow lying next to you. You grab it but are too wounded to do anything right now. So you pull yourself beside a tree and grimace with pain.

Huzghash smirks as his spear lands on the Elf Erinstar. Withdrawing it quickly, Huzghash immediately launching into another attack towards the elf's mid-section.

At the sight of his Lord, Aglahad gets a bit more spirit...despite his wounds. Erinstar's praying and beseeching to the Queen of the Stars is not in vain, as the Veteran aids him with an arrow sent at the rapacious lupine.

Aglahad launches an arrow...
Ow! You've been injured for 4 hp's by the bowshot.

Huzghash attacks Erinstar with his Spear, but Erinstar parries the attack with his shield!

Chukk pounds his little elvish foe into senselessness and sits up and looks down at him and then bashes him once more for good measure. He laughs and pokes the elf. This is of course what would be called a "bad move" as it gives another elf time to close and slash him with a sword.

Chuok moves with the agileness of hate born in flesh. The mace Flesheater feasts again on more elfan blood and she pulls the tines free and wheels on another. She spots the first target she had engaged and moves forward. "Come back to play dung breath?? don't hide from me.." She moves swiftly towards him.

Khaorg turns to Molaenion once more, swinging his axe in a wide arc at the Elf. He attempts to slam it into the Elf's stomach. He grins evilly, baring many, ferocious fangs.

Khaorg attacks Molaenion with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a mile.

Celeblas lets his bowstring sing!

Arogbrant notices the very soft ground.

Arogbrant scouts the area briefly, looking for anything of interest.

Arogbrant searches around and finds some old arrows!

Celeblas launches an arrow...
Celeblas's bowshot hits Chuok, lightly wounding her.

Again Raugha catches Erinstar's blade upon his teeth, snapping his jaws closed on the blade; correcting his positioning, Raugha once more springs, slashing with long, onyx-black claws at the Elf's face.

Raugha attacks Erinstar with his Warg Fangs and badly wounds him!

Hearing the cry from Lord Celeborn, Legirion gains a second wind, and, emboldened by the present of the lord, he lifts up a short song in gratitude to Elbereth. He nocks another arrow and lets it fly at Chuok.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Mithryn, severely wounding her.

Dancing with an elf in combat is indeed a waltz loved dearly by the uruk of Moria, most especially the Guard. Burzdug is no exception and again he strikes low at the elf Erinstar, his scimitar seeking purchase in the elven warrior's legs.

Slinging her shield in front of Yanog's spear, the Elven Herald's eyes seem this moment sharper than her tongue. "Ai na yrch!" she shouts out. She steps forward, her blade gleaming in the moonlight. With a quick and powerful thrusts, Calriel aims for her opponent's side!

Burzdug attacks Erinstar with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.

Calriel attacks Yanog with her Longsword and badly wounds him!

yes I did....

Palan sees how close Calriel came to the spearing of Yanog. He remembers how she was the first one to hear his songs, and uses this memory to gain more control of his wildly shaking hand.

Silently Merilwen makes her way down, closer to where the maiden Calriel can be found. From behind her, the cloaked figure of Merilwen appears drawling her elven longbow up, an arrow already into place. Her stern gaze all upon the creature Yanog, her eyes peircing she lets her arrow fly.

Knocked to the ground, Molaenion attempts to stand agains the vicous Yrchs. Realizing he is at deaths door he grabs his bow and attempts to dive out of the way.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Khaorg, fatally wounding him.

Merilwen launches an arrow...
Merilwen's bowshot hits Yanog, badly wounding him.

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Burzdug, moderately wounding him.

Chuok screams as the bowshot bits but is held at bay from the armor. "Argh...You still have some sting do you...Well feel Mine.." She swings at the elf's face.

Crying out as Zgryk's arrow sticks in her thigh, Tathren whips another arrow from her quiver, to find her quarry fallen. Thus she pauses, casting around for another foe. Taking a breath, she draws, taking aim at the warg nearby. Moutthing a silent prayer, she looses the arrow, aiming for Raugha.

Tathren launches an arrow...
Tathren's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Flees from Chuok.

Chuok attacks Celeblas with her Mace and badly wounds him!

Maegnas launches an arrow...
Ow! You've been injured for 4 hp's by the bowshot.

Enraged by the name of Elbereth, C'zoth rolls over and stabs out with his long jagged knife at his attacker's leg. He is rewarded by warm blood of the elf spilling his hands.

Molaenion tries to flee from Malknash, but he fails!

Mithryn is hit from... somewhere... and this one takes her in the chest. Another arrow stuck fast and this one makes ist hard for her to breath. She's no longer concerned with trying to shoot but rather to survive.

Tarasiriel notices the very soft ground.

Tarasiriel scouts the area briefly, looking for anything of interest.

Tarasiriel searches around and finds some old arrows!

The massive shape of the troll, charging toward the front line of the Elves, is an impressive sight indeed. Quickly, Haldir raises to meet the charge before the beast can scatter their line and tear a gap for the horder to charge the archers, "Hold the line!" is all he has time to yell to his Knights.

Another arrow sings almost before the last song as finshed from Glandrills bow

Celeblas falls to the ground from an attack by a mace. Quickly he rolls and recovers in one quick motion and launches an arrow. He is bleeding badly.

Celeblas launches an arrow...
Celeblas's bowshot hits Chuok, moderately wounding her.

Varya trys to flee from Chuok!

Erinstar cries out in anger as he finds his sword and shield inadequate to deter his multiple foes. He does not waver, however, knowing the fate of the ones he protects should he fall. With ebbing strength, he lashes out once more, almost reckless in his attacks.

Varya tries to flee from Chuok, but he fails!

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Chuok, moderately wounding her.

Erinstar attacks Mordral with his Longsword and badly wounds him!

Orodrhandir sees that Erinstar is in Peril and fires an aroow at her attackers

Z'macht sneers as his mace carreens off Erinstar's deftly wielded shield. Around him, bloody yells of red uruk rage fill the air. The Talashakh does his best to add to the din, swinging mightily again at the elf's head.

Arogbrant glances at Haldir's direction, and fires at the troll.

Chuok growls agaisn as another arrow from the archer hits. "You will die Maggot" she swing to evescerate the elf

Malknash growls, his lips forming upwards into a scowl. "No escape.." comes from his lips in basic tongue mixed with a snarl. "Only death." He again swings his battle Axe dangerousely towards the Elf, aiming for Molaenion's neck.

Z'macht attacks Erinstar with his Mace and badly wounds him!

Malknash attacks Molaenion with his Battle Axe and severely wounds him!

Krimphosh is knocked back, his blade strike made to go amiss by an arrow whistling through the air and into his left leg. Taking a step back, he momentarily glances down, but the arrow has glanced off him. Limping a bit, he looks about for the attacker, then turns back to his king's foe with a hacking, desperated strike at Terridan's shoulder.

Chuok attacks Celeblas with her Mace and terribly wounds him!

Celeblas's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Quickly the Daedagnir patrol merges with that of the Heralds and the Knights, and in their center, Celeborn rushes forward. Towards the Great Warg, and towards the largest of Uruk does he speed, his eyes flashing and the long runes upon his blade blazing. A hiss nad a roar, his blade crashes and slashes about upon the darkened eyes of the orcs. Until, 'lo... he meets upon the field of combat, Z'macht -- assaulting Erinstar.

"Die... darkfiend," hisses the Lord, and Mortelpe lashes out.

Celeborn attacks Z'macht with his Longsword and badly wounds him!

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Chuok, moderately wounding her.

Nearly dead, The Veteran is...bleeding profusely from so many wounds, he has little energy left. The quiver is running out as well. He has maybe one, or two shots worthy enough to fire. After that, he must flee the scene, much as he does not wish to do that. Aglahad is a valiant warrior.

Celeblas runs away defeated into the treees

seeing that Maegnas' last shot did work he fires tworads Z'macht

Maegnas launches an arrow...
Maegnas's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Slipping past Krimphosh's Scimitar swipe, Terridan finds himself hard pressed from both sides now... even as the yrch's leader's axe cuts savagely through his chain. Crying out again, Terridan's eyes grow dark with an inner fire, and he continues to move past, calling out loudly, "Elbereth!" If he sees the arrival of his lord, he gives no indication of seeing it. He changes his sweep to go low... swinging for Magog's torso once more...

The black Warg, Raugha, sees Z'macht coming to his aid -- and sees Celeborn rise to interdict him. With one great snarl, Raugha hurls himself at Erinstar, aiming once more for the throat.

Terridan attacks Magog with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

Struck again by an arrow out of nowhere, Burzdug turns in pain, but pain that angers him on in fury. He swings his black scimitar again at Erinstar crying out, "For Moria! For the Flame!"

Legirion fires again at Chuok, his sapphire eyes burning in righteous anger mixed with acute guilt. Twice he has fired upon friends -- no more! Still up in the tree branch, he looses that arrow upon her.

Raugha attacks Erinstar with his Warg Fangs and badly wounds him!

Varya tries to flee from Chuok, but he fails!

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Chuok, moderately wounding her.

Krimphosh attacks Terridan with his Scimitar, but Terridan parries the attack with his shield!

Celeblas tries to flee from Chuok, but he fails!

Erinstar collapses to the ground, defeated by Burzdug!

Erinstar's shield "Royal Guardsman's Shield" falls to the ground...

Erinstar's weapon "Iarsul" falls to the ground...

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Chuok, moderately wounding her.

Chuok yells as another arrow stings but the force of death is near and she hopes to take it

Again, another arrow flies at the filth from Glandrills bow..

Aglahad launches an arrow...
Aglahad's bowshot hits Burzdug, lightly wounding him.

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Chuok, badly wounding her.

Celeblas collapses to the ground, defeated by Chuok!

Moving ever so slightly to the right, Molaenion avoids certain death. The axe slicing into his left arm he is knocked to the ground. He again tries to flee from the Yrchs attack...

Now two blows at once cut down on the Captain of the Goblins! A arrow buries itself in his side and the blade of the elf opens a cruel slash across his stomach. He stumbles back and almost fall almost to one knee as pain fills his veins with fire. For a moment he is quiet and then his spear sweeps out toward the legs of the Calriel, a chop seemingly only to get the elf off balance.

An orch got in the way of the wind-carried shot. Cursing himself, Palan checks his supply of arrows, seeing he has but a few left, he needs to search once Yanog is down.

Molaenion tries to flee from Malknash, but he fails!

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Yanog, moderately wounding him.

Armed with an arrow she found on the ground, Tarasiriel nocks the arrow to her longbow and lets it loose at Z'macht

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Z'macht, lightly wounding him.

As the warg Raugha continues to assault the Herald Erinstar, Tathren takes aim at him once more, letting her arrow fly, with hope of more success...

Tathren launches an arrow...
Tathren's bowshot hits Raugha, mildly wounding him.

Khaorg falls back, arrow embedded in the back of his neck. His axe falls from his cold, dead hands. It clatters on the rocks with a loud metallic clank. He falls still, through the air. He lands on his back, the ground forcing the arrow through his neck. His dead form, is a ghastly sight to lay your eyes upon. He lies there, his one good eye, glazed over and stares skyward. Blood begins to gurgle from his neck wound, since his blood is still pumping, it oozes out like dark, black tar.

Arogbrant sheads a simple tear at the sight of Celeblas falling, but makes no noise. He draws another arrow, nocks it and takes aim once more.

Varya Makes a dash away from the battle.

As Terridan misses Magog, the orc lord pushes past his foe and breaks through the sword line. Though his back is presented, he pays this no heed and raises his weapon high. Charging through the underbrush, the King hones in on an arrow and its source; up swings the axe, the goal to break elf, branch, bow all in one tremendous assault.

Varya dodges aside Chuok, and manages to escape!
Varya heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Mordral feels Erinstars longsword cut his shoulder, the flesh opening and releasing yet more sticky black blood. His strength is weakened, yet his hate is not. Raising his scimitar slowly, he slashes wildly at Erinstar.

Yanog attacks Calriel with his Spear, but Calriel parries the attack with her Longsword!

Magog attacks Glandrill with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!

At the last moment, Haldir darts out of the way of the running troll, and, as he runs, quickly slices at the huge foot just as it stomps the snow-covered ground.

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Tarasiriel heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Malknash curses as the Elf dodges, evading the certain death blow. He again blocks by thrusting his leg infront of Molaenion, kicking his back into place. Systematically, he raises the Battle axe once more, sending it towards the Elf's chest.

Molaenion collapses to the ground, defeated by Malknash!

Crash! Z'macht is knocked several feet by Celeborn's well-aimed blow. To show for it: a dark and bleeding wound across his chest. Regaining his balance, he only feels a ..... thunk! An arrow burries itself in the orc's armor - more of a nuisance than anything. Making sure to clear distance between himself and the elf lord, Z'macht quarters around Raugha and attacks his original target one last time.

Legirion lifts his voice to the sky, ignoring his own wounds. With his voice tremulous but sweet, he lets a song for those still standing into the snow-filled air.

You attack Horvak with your Bare Hands...

Horvak dodges your attack.

Burzdug picks up a Longsword.

You aren't wielding that weapon.

COMBAT - Wielded: Luinel

Wearing: Studded Leather Shield

Burzdug grasps his shield and hefts it from the ground easily.

Arogbrant launches an arrow...
Arogbrant's bowshot hits Chuok, badly wounding her.

Legirion pulls an arrow from his quiver as he sings, nocking it and taking aim. Again he fires upon Chuok.

Orodrhandir attacks Chuok with his Bare Hands, but he misses by an arm's length.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Chuok, moderately wounding her.

Chuok wheels as more arrow fly her way and she moves out of the area circling back on her original track. She sights for another and spots an archer Arogbrant and swings at him.

Arogbrant draws another arrow, and lets it fly.

Arogbrant collapses to the ground, defeated by Chuok!

Arogbrant's weapon "Andakawin" falls to the ground...

Arogbrant's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Orodhrandir sees he is at a huge disadvantage and disappears into the trees

Orodrhandir notices the very soft ground.

Orodrhandir scouts the area briefly, looking for anything of interest.

Orodrhandir searches around and finds some old arrows!

Of a great line of princes does the pale and regal face of this elf appear, and well it should, but his demeanor and stance speak plainly of a warrior - a veteran of the sorrow of his people. Hair of glittering gold lays thickly about the thin silver band upon his brow, only to be caught in a loop of dark leather behind his neck, suspended, before falling to the middle of his back. Blue eyes he has, and yet the hue of those ever-piercing wells is sparing at best - more like the cold glint of polished iron with a few stray reflections of a hazy sky. The typical dusk-grey cloak of the Galadhrim he wears about his shoulders, pinned at the neck with a golden leaf upon which, for those who might know of such things, is the elven rune signifying 'A', formed by a series of ruby baguettes. A great heavy blade rests openly at his hip, the hilts of which are gilt in gold, with a large red stone inlaid in the pommel. Dark leather pants and matching calf-high boots show from beneath the cloak, and the collar of a silken shirt the color of ivory lifts high about his neck.

Celeblas falls to the ground motionless from Chuok's merciless blow.

Tarasiriel arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Tarasiriel.

ARB: Horvak has "passed" on his turn to attack.

And aside jumps the nimble elven Herald "Nay! There you will not hit me either, creature of darkness!" she cries out in the common tongue. Quickly and with great power Calriel slings her sword backwards, turning around herself and letting her blade come down on the goblin's other side.

A slice from a battle axe gets through Glandrills armour. Shaking his head, he runs a few spaces backwards, nocking an arrow and letting it fly at the attacking orc.

Maegnas cries at the falling of his knight, Maegnas is enraged at his defeator, he releases an arrow at Burzdug

Maegnas launches an arrow...
Maegnas's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

You attack Horvak with your Longsword...

Your attack against Horvak mildly wounds him!

Mithryn secures her Longbow across her back.

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Calriel attacks Yanog with her Longsword and severely wounds him!

Turning away from Erinstar, now, Raugha spins -- Tathren's arrow nicks him as he flies past, and he lets loose a wrathful bellow. Then, seeing Tarasiriel picking arrows up from the ground, he rushes toward her as swiftly as he may, narrowing the distance quickly.

Palan pulls another arrow from his stock, realizing that Yanog is quite resilient, and will take a lot of punishment. He once again hears the clash of steel, as they are not far away, of spear against sword, and draws back his bow.

Arogbrant picks up a Longbow.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Yanog, terribly wounding him.

Turning aside Krimphosh's blade, Terridan screams out towards Magog as the yrch runs past. There is little that he can do to stop him though... and instead, Terridan focuses his attention back to the other yrch, swinging his blade in a heavy arc towards Krimphosh's head and chest... screaming out Elbereth's name even as he does.

Terridan attacks Krimphosh with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

The troll's huge, sturdy legs eat up the ground under him. Horvak cries out, a sound full of wrath and the promise of pain, "Burzghashgul! Burzghashgul! Your fire shall warm the elves!" Spit and drool spews forth from his mouth like a minor storm. In but seconds, the troll is before the elf with the glowing blade and even as the two meet his stone blade cuts down toward the elf as if to cleave the tree-loving creature in twain. The troll grimaces as the ever so quick elf cuts lightly into his foot.

Mithryn holds onto her bow and tries to use it to help her crawl out of the battle field.

Horvak attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he misses!

Seeing his foe already defeated, Z'macht lashed out to protect his Shakh. His mace screams towards Terridan..

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace and moderately wounds him!

Huzghash watches as the elf Erinstar collapses to the crowd, the sneer on his face growing ever widers. Watching as an elf decides to shoot at Burzdug, Huzghash launches forward in an attempt to spear the elf Maegnas through the stomach.

Chukk rolls away from the elf that slashes him with a howl of pain and imediately thinks of retreat, not long before doing so and flees from the enemy lines.

As the Herald turns once more to lunge at one of his surrounding foes, the great warg leaps up under his blade and tears at his throat. With a final, choking cry, Erinstar falters before dropping to his knees, blood spraying from his lips as his words are lost to the din, and he finally collpases to the ground in a pool of his own ichor, mingled with that of his enemies.

Huzghash attacks Maegnas with his Spear and lightly wounds him!

Maegnas's bow is knocked out of his hand!

With a fresh supply of arrows, Tarasiriel nocks one to her longbow. . . and sees Raugha coming towards her. Panicked, she fires an arrow off and calls for help.

Chuok turns wounded and bleeding , the efforts makeing their toll felt, the she turns and moves out of the field of battle.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Raugha, mildly wounding him.

Continuing his mad dash through the trees, again Magog, King of Moria swipes. This time his axe's target is Calriel, fighting the Goblin Yanog. "Moria and Goblin Town fight together and win together," he belts forth, a fleck of saliva forming at the edge of his black maw. His arm muscles tighten as his weapon bears down on the foe of his ally.

Maegnas picks up the delicatly crafted longbow

Magog attacks Calriel with his Battle Axe and badly wounds her!

Following the path of the warg with her eyes, Tathren once more nocks an arrow and takes aim at Raugha.

Legirion continues his lilting song, with the trill of bowstrings to make a poor accompanyment in the absense of harp strings. Another -zang- from his own bow, loosing another arrow at Chuok.

Tathren launches an arrow...
Tathren's bowshot hits Merilwen, lightly wounding her.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Chuok, severely wounding her.

Maegnas Takes his great longbow off his back and while placing it in his hands he draws a arrow from his quiver in one quick motion, notching the arrow upon the string

Krimphosh tries to duck the blade, holding up his shield as he does so, but the sword still glances noisily and painfully off his mail and helm. Swooning a bit, he aims a poorly-planned swipe at the right side of the elf, lurching with the pain of the swordblow even as his Talashakh strikes with his mace.

Krimphosh attacks Terridan with his Scimitar, but Terridan parries the attack with his shield!

Orodrhandir picks up a Longbow.

As Tarasiriel's arrow lances past Raugha, the Warg springs through the air. His jaws open, fangs flashing with malevolent light, eyes red as blood, bright as fire ... he aims a dreadful snap at Tarasiriel's throat, and slashes with his claws at her abdomen.

Another hiss, and the heavy blade of Celeborn cuts deep. Not waiting for the blood to clear, he continues forward... watching as the the uruk falls and turns to run. Quickly, he follows up, leading him to another knot of battle. Once again, the shining blade of Celeborn strikes out -- but this time, a different target.

The Lord's blade swings, with speed and haste towards Krimphosh.

Raugha attacks Tarasiriel with his Warg Fangs and mildly wounds her!

Tarasiriel's bow is knocked out of her hand!

Celeborn attacks Krimphosh with his Longsword and severely wounds him!

Chuok tries to flee from Legirion, but she fails!

From the south, running as if commanding a great wind, a tall figure approaches. A great helm rests upon his head and a gold-hilted sword is in his grasp. Gaining the rear of the elven position, he slows briefly to evaluate the scene before running forward again, angling toward his comrade Terridan.

Malknash looks down upon his foe, the body slumped to the ground. He roars a battle howl then moves through the field again, stalking for another victim. His eyes catch onto another Elf and a smile again appears on his face, then once more goes expressinless. His Battle Axe lashes out towards Maegnas' chest.

as Huzghash attacks him with his spear, Maegnas takes the blow to the side, causing emense pain and also causing him to drop his bow

Malknash attacks Maegnas with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!

Maegnas's bow is knocked out of his hand!

The foul blade hits him square in the chest, Molaenion is knocked against the trunk of a tree blood forming in a pool about his feet...he takes one last look at his attacker before taking his last breath.

Realizing he is not far from death, by the look of him, Palan nocks one more arrow into the bowstring, and lets it fly, hoping this will put the creature to rest, though this battle leaves little hope for that chance.

Maegnas picks up the delicatly crafted longbow

Megiddo arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

From away behind Cariel, Merilwen's eyes still glow a bright green glaze, she only watches the other elf from to her side a bit, her gaze fixed upon the Uruk creature. Her face hardly seen, her cloak covering her, though she remains stern. Once more she lifts her bow, quicky knocking another arrow into place and releases it.

Legirion nocks another arrow, eyes flashing, "<Sindarin> You will NOT flee from me, foul yrch! I will rid the lands from your putrescence forever!"

Orodrhandir sees his bow on the ground and head back into the trees. He climbs into them so that he is partially protected. He nocks another arrow and fires at Calriel's attacker.

Maegnas drops his bow in pain agian

Tarasiriel scrambles madly up a nearby tree as Raugha approaches. However, she isn't fast enough as she feels sharp claws pierce her side.

Legirion launches an arrow...
Legirion's bowshot hits Chuok, fatally wounding her.

Merilwen launches an arrow...
Merilwen's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Orodrhandir wields Bregurthu.

Magog's ire is trained upon Legirion, conspicuous for the volume of arrows coming from that elf's direction. Thump. Thump. Go his legs, battering the ground beneath his bulky frame. Up comes the axe, another assault on one of Lorien's hated archers. "<Sindarin> ***, it is your putresence that ends today," he shouts back at Legirion

Orodrhandir launches an arrow...
Orodrhandir's bowshot hits Z'macht, lightly wounding him.

Magog attacks Legirion with his Battle Axe and terribly wounds him!

Legirion's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Spying Aglahad lingering nearby, Tathren cries, "Get Celeblas!" as she pulls another arrow from her quiver, loosing it with a scream of rage at the unstoppable Raugha.

Tathren launches an arrow...
Tathren's bowshot hits Tarasiriel, moderately wounding her.

Chuok rolls out and tries to disengage. She rolls to her right and move to flee...But a shot from an unknown archer takes her and the she flaas heavily tot he ground.

With his attack successful, Huzghash withdraws his spear and circles to the right, crouching slightly. Suddenly the uruk springs forward with speed rare to an orc and stabs out, reaching for the Elf's side.

Aegraum slides the ancient elven-blade from the leather scabbard at his hip, the great shaft of the blade glittering menacingly.

"El tenneth, Elbereth!", cries Calriel as suddenly an axe passes her shield's defence and she falls to one knee. "Back, back to the flames, where you will fall on your knees for his mercy, if you leave here today!" and with that she thrusts her white sword at her opponent!

Calriel attacks Magog with her Longsword and mildly wounds him!

With a snarl of glee, Raugha leans forward, watching with ironic amusement as Tathren's shot hits ... his target. The dreadful Warg jerks with his paws, to prevent Tarasiriel's fleeing him, and snaps his fangs at her throat.

Erinstar bleeds.

An arrow rips past the orcs face, giving Glandrill time vanish in the fog of war and run towards his fallen comrade, Celeblas. The Knight grabs the unconcious elven form and proceeds to drag him from the battle field

Calriel yells out a cry to Elbereth. Her suddenly looks taller, more formidable, stronger...

Z'macht readies another blow, watching deftly for Celeborn out of the corner of his eye. Blood streaming down his chest, the Talashakh manages a gutteral roar: "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" This time he swings at Terridan's chest.

Legirion is suddenly thrown off the treebranch with an arrow that thrusts into his chest. Flying back into the snowy ground with the look of a rag doll, he tries to crawl from the field, horribly wounded and in shock.

Huzghash attacks Maegnas with his Spear and badly wounds him!

Malknash growls as the bow hits the ground from his Axe's blow. He peers close to the Elf, his disgusting face moving menacingly towards the Elf. He growls again, then his Axe arches towards Maegnas' shoulder.

Maegnas collapses to the ground, defeated by Malknash!

Orod quickly nocks another arrow and fires again.

Letting out a heavy breath and cry as the mace slams into his body, Terridan wheels about... suddenly facing two opponents yet again. He looks towards Z'macht and Krimp, and frowns... wondering who now to attack. Yet the Lord's swing answers that call for him, and he gives only a nod of thanks, for that is all he can spare as his blade slashes out for Z'macht now...

His eyes blazing in fury, Celeborn turns and spies the great Orch... the heavy axed one, the -Hai as they would say. The one with the Silvan tounge, destroying it... maiming what is great and wonderful. From the side, the old Princling charges, his blade swinging fast upon Magog.

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Celeborn attacks Magog with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!

Burzdug lifts his bloodied blade high in the air, his smile wide with the thrill of battle. A moment catches him, though looking down, at the elf at his feet. He steps on Erinstar and notices what the elf warrior has dropped. Taking critical time, he bends down to take a trophy or two.

Raugha attacks Tarasiriel with his Warg Fangs and badly wounds her!

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but he misses by a mile.

Orodrhandir launches an arrow...
Orodrhandir's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Tarasiriel makes it up the tree, but just as she nears safety, an arrow flies out of the trees and hits her in the side.

Kadar's corpse becomes more and more unrecognizable as it is trampled bye friend and foe.

Cursing his luck, Palan takes aim yet again at Yanog. This foul creature does not know when he is beaten, but he must learn, for the sake of the elves!

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Yanog, terribly wounding him.

Legirion dodges aside Magog, and manages to escape!
Legirion heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

As Tarasiriel escapes him -- for Raugha cannot climb trees -- the dread Warg loops around, and dashes back into the thick of the fray. He seems headed to intercept Glandrill.

"A Dorthonion!!" roars the ancient Noldo warrior as he rushes to the aid of one of his brethren. The glittering sword fairly dances as he pushes into the frey, and he soon comes to a foul warg. Angail sings as he slices the air.

Celeborn's strike falls grim upon Krimphosh's shoulder, cleaving flesh through the mail. Pulling back his crippled shield arm, he grunts as the now-useless limb hangs at his side. Lurching dizzy from the mere force of the blow, Krimphosh finishes a dizzy swipe of his blade at his original foe's side as he stumbles in a weak effort to get away from Celeborn.

Magog's leg is nicked by Calriel's assault on his rear, and the Gothshaka continues his manic conduct, ever here and there. A look of pure malice forms upon his face and he swings weapon down vengefully at Calriel, looking to Glandrill as he moves to abet a retreat. Yet, his swing is checked somewhat as the Lord of Lorien beats him back and causes a droplet of blood to form on the orc king's chest.

Magog attacks Calriel with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a handspan.

Krimphosh attacks Terridan with his Scimitar, but Terridan parries the attack with his Longsword!

Mordral moves through the battle toward Orodrhandir. He brings his scimitar slowly round from his side and strikes wildly at the elf.

Aegraum attacks Raugha with his Longsword, but Raugha parries the attack with his Warg Fangs!

Crying out in frustration, Tathren nocks still another arrow, aiming still once more at the Warg. Standing over the limp body of Celeblas, she calls out again for Aglahad, and looses the arrow at Raugha.

Mordral attacks Orodrhandir with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.

Mithryn manages to pull herself up once more, after such a long time. She makes an attempt to wield her bow again but it's difficult with the arrow in her chest.

Tathren launches an arrow...
Tathren's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Mithryn unslings her Longbow from aross her back to hold at the ready.

Her last arrow flying Merilwen's eyes look back, quietly, with much silence the elve maiden makes her way back upon the trees. Her dark cloak flapping was she runs. She then stops, knocking an arrow into place and keeping it held there for a moment, holding it at ready.

Orodhrandir sees the approaching Ord and ducks in the nick of time. As the orc flies past him he nocks another arrow and fires.

Orodrhandir launches an arrow...
Orodrhandir's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

As Aegraum assails him, Raugha snaps his fangs closed on the Elf-blade, perfectly arresting its momentum, and then rushing away from the mighty Elf at top speed; he's still looking to cut off Glandrill's retreat.

Haldir rolls on the ground, away from the giant battle axe. The black blade leaves a deep gash in the ground, but before the troll can raise his axe again, the elf is back on his feet, and quickly strikes at the extended arm. Even as he does so, his left hand raises the shield.

Turning from the fallen body of the elf Maegnas, Huzghash quickly spies another elf still firing his bow. "FOR THE FLAME!" Huzghash shouts loudly as he charges in towards Orodrhandir, stabbing out with his spear towards the elf's chest.

Mithryn gives a heavy shudder and aims towards the hated Warg.

You attack Horvak with your Longsword...

Your attack against Horvak mildly wounds him!

Mithryn launches an arrow...
Mithryn's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Grimacing in pain from the arrow, Tarasiriel draws an arrow from her quiver and nocks it to her bow, aiming at Raugha.

Orodrhandir collapses to the ground, defeated by Huzghash!

Orodrhandir's weapon "Bregurthu" falls to the ground...

Orodrhandir's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Maegnas picks up a Longbow.

Dodging the blow of Moria's Lord's axe, Calriel jumps to her feet. The speed with which she rises is amazing and the fire that burns in her deep blue eyes is as ferocious as that of her opponents. She is, after all, the Herald of the Elven Lord of Lorien, and side by side they focus their attention on the foul creature.

Calriel attacks Magog with her Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Palan roots around for an arrow, and finds one with silver feathers in the rear, given to him by a friend. He nocks it in the bow, hoping loyalty will save Calriel from the threat of at least one of her current dangers.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Yanog, fatally wounding him.

Malknash stares down at his second victim, his crimson eyes burning. Another roar of victory and he stalks the battle field again, peering for a victim. His eyes catch onto another Bow wielder, Mithryn, and he runs forward, arching his Battle Axe towards the Elf's Shoulder.

Malknash attacks Mithryn with his Battle Axe and terribly wounds her!

Mithryn's bow is knocked out of her hand!

Torn between helping his Indiri and her commands, Aglahad sets his weapons away only to move as quickly as possible towards one of the fallen. Who shall it be? Caught in the frenzy now, he glances between Celeblas and Erinstar. The fallen...he too is losing life at every step. Celeblas' prone body is grasped, and ducking enemy fire, he takes the Knight away from the scene.

Maegnas puts down a Longbow.

Seeing the warg as a futile target, Tathren's keen gaze falls upon the fallen Erinstar. Making her way to the Herald, she takes aim at Burz and lets fly, even as she runs.

Aglahad picks up a Longbow.

Orodrhandir tries to leap out of the way of Huzghash's attack but is too late. He falls to the ground and loses his bow

Glandrill picks up a very deadly looking Elven Longbow.

Chukk heads back toward some other comrads, black blood oozing froma slash on his back. He reaches back and touches the cut and yelps. He growls and looks around to see what the situationis.

Khaorg goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

Pressing the assault, the Lord Celeborn continues his enfuried attack upon Magog -- his eyes ablaze and the high-elvish upon his tounge. The once silver blade glows black and red with blood, and it blazes like lightning as he swings. "Back! Ye foul creature... or your body will little the ground like the rest of your kind."

A quick forward stroke, and then a backstroke. An arc of death and destruction.

Celeborn attacks Magog with his Longsword, but Magog parries the attack with his Battle Axe!

Huzghash wheels quickly, ignoring the spoils of war and follows Malknash in his attack on Mithryn. Charging in, Huzghash launches his spear into a sharp attack towards the elf's chest.

Khaorg arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Mithryn 's bow arm is slashed and she falls, fearfully and hatefully looking up at her attacker. She does not even try to attack, she simply tries to get away from the filthy creature...

Wincing at the blow from the elf, Horvak notices the elf easily sidesteps his axe blow. The troll snorts angrily and then cries out in defiance and blood-lust. He takes in huge breaths of air, even as his mouth begins to foam. There are speckles of blood mixed with saliva. Horvak's eyes begin to roll about his head as the lust of battle comes over him fully. The troll gurgles all but ignoring the pain of the elf's sword hit to his bare arms. A long scrape appears, a bloody scraping off of scales from his left arm. The troll takes a hold of his blade and again swings mightily at the elf, intent on cleaving him into two halves...a torse and a pair of legs.

Horvak attacks you with his Axe!...

...and you block his attack with your shield!

Palanhenelidh notices the very soft ground.

Palanhenelidh scouts the area briefly, looking for anything of interest.

Palanhenelidh searches around and finds some old arrows!

Molaenion abadons the main path, and works his way southwards...

Tarasiriel picks up a Longbow.

Tarasiriel wields Ithilduath.

Mithryn tries to flee from Malknash, but she fails!

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Malknash, moderately wounding him.

Khaorg removes Studded Leather Armor.

Khaorg removes Pakenvuras.

Celeblas heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Glandrill heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Khaorg goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

Now the night opens up into a flood of arrows from all sides. White shafted arrows that drive like points of light in the orcs side. He stumbles for a moment and then gasps and pitches forward. Now another arrow buries itself in his back and he pitches forward to the ground amid the feet of the warriors. His head strikes against a rock and now everything is black. And Yanog lies as if dead on the ground, under the harsh eye of the storm.

Mithryn collapses to the ground, defeated by Huzghash!

Glandrill arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Glandrill.

As Glandrill doesn't seem to be the target of the day anymore -- probably saved by his quick reflexes or by the Warg's short attention-span -- Raugha heads for Malknash's position, seeking to cut off any elven retreat from that quarter. Divide and conquer. He rushes at Mithryn.

Orodrhandir heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Face turned into a mask of rage and anger, Terridan slaps the clumsy swipe of the scimitar aside with his own sword, before driving the blade into a thrust towards Krimphosh's horrid form once more. Still the elder captain of the elves calls out Elbereth's name, screaming it loudly as his blade slices through the air towards the wounded creature.

Mithryn is caught in the back as she tries in vain to flee. She falls to the ground motionless, and covered in blood.

Celeblas arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Celeblas.

Tarasiriel Wincing at the pain every movement makes, Tarasiriel nocks another arrow to her bow and fires again at Raugha.

Terridan attacks Krimphosh with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

Orodrhandir arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Orodrhandir.

Mordral roars in the midst of the battle . Summoning what strength he has left he lunges again this time at Tarasiriel, aiming low in an attempt to bring her to the ground.

The blade falling to the side as the beast moves past, Aegraum regroups and leaps after it, raining down another blow.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Raugha, moderately wounding him.

Aegraum attacks Raugha with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

Mordral attacks Tarasiriel with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.

C'zoth runs through the trees, roaring, "For the Flame!For Moria!Death to the elves!" He sees Huzghash down his 3rd orc, he sees the fallen Yanog, and the fallen elves in the grass. He cheers Huzghash, leaping down over boulders to his side.

Malknash thrashes out his leg, Kicking Mithryn back and preventing escape. An arrow glaces his back and he turns, a snarl on his face. His eyes catch onto the attacker and he rushes forward at Tarasiriel, his face curled into a snarl as he lashes out with his battle axe.

Z'macht says in Uruk, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"Elven fool!"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

Malknash attacks Tarasiriel with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a handspan.

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace and badly wounds him!

Seeing Mithryn in trouble, Palan takes aim at a new enemy, Malknash, remembering his treatment of Mol. Palan draws the bow, and lets loose!

Burzdug lifts his head as his fellow Guard calls out a war cry. He waits only a moment to see the elf fall before Huzghash. Moving forward with fury, his scimitar swings down in a chopping motion that seeks to open Palanhenelidh's guts to the air.

Another Aderthad fallen... Tathren is now torn between giving aird to Erinstar, and trying again to stop Raugha. As she reaches Erinstar's side, she looses and arrow at the warg.

Tathren launches an arrow...
Tathren's bowshot hits Horvak, mildly wounding him.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Malknash, badly wounding him.

Burzdug attacks Palanhenelidh with his Scimitar and moderately wounds him!

Palanhenelidh's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Arinkalya heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Orodrhandir heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Palanhenelidh picks up Diinengoth-"Silent War" in the Sinda tongue- and places it carefully back on his back

Ahh but Glandrill has returned from dragging his fallen comrade from the melee, and seeing a rather mangy looking warg he lets an arrow fly at the creatures excrement matted backside

Palanhenelidh Pulls Diinengoth from his back and plucks the string for good measure before nocking it with an arrow.

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Raugha, moderately wounding him.

Magog's weapon raises high, barely quick enough to catch the Lord of Lorien's attack. His side is barely grazed by Calriel's assault, yet the advantage of numbers plays against the great orc. With a frantic snarl of frustration, Magog spits, by way of reply, "Go back to your wood and we shall leave you alone. Not before. This is our land." The burly swart arms send a tentative stroke at Celeborn's kneecap, for Magog falls back somewhat.

Retrieving his very bloody spear from the elf Mithryn's body, Huzghash turns and sees Burzdug attacking yet another elf, Palan. Moving quickly, Huzghash reaches the elf and stabs out with his spear towards the elf's back.

Seeing Mordral approaching her, brandishing a scimitar, Tarasiriel shifts her aim lower and fires.

Magog attacks Celeborn with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a long shot.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Huzghash attacks Palanhenelidh with his Spear and lightly wounds him!

Krimphosh, dizzy and bleeding hard from his ruined shoulder, lets his shield arm hang limp at his side as he steps away from Terridan's blade, barely able to miss it. Then, revitalized by the smashing blow of his Talashakh, Krimphosh hacks at the elf's neck with his good arm, grunting in pain and anger.

Raugha seems set on outrunning Aegraum, at this point. Two arrows slash toward him, both stuck fast. He roars, in utter agony, and begins to race at top speed toward the edge of the battlefield. It's time for this Warg to flee. Well, not quite flee, but he's certainly at maximum Warg sprint speed.

Krimphosh attacks Terridan with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.

Orodrhandir arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Orodrhandir.

Wincing in pain from the sword strike just given him, Palan has nothing else to do but aim straight down and fire, though his vision is unclear through a tangle of brush, wood, and leaves.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...
Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Burzdug, severely wounding him.

Out of the shadows a arrow whines, and the sleek elven shaft is burrowed in C'zoth's leg. He pulls out the arrow, but trips, and cracks his head against a rock. For him, the battle is over, yet the glory of Moria is great.

With her opponents out of the way, Calriel looks to one of the newer members of the Order and in an instant serious worry seems to cross her fair elven features. The orc that is now upon her, her nimble feet take her to him... and with a speed as lightning, her sword strikes, fast, and as the thunder she cries out "El Elloi Lindai" in the tongue of the forest elves.

Calriel attacks Malknash with her Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Tarasiriel picks up a Longbow.

Malknashturns as another Arrow hits his back, scowling angrily. He roars and charges towards Palanhenelidh, his Battle Axe held high over his head. He arches the weapon towards Palanhenelidh's shoulder, attempting a bad wound.

Malknash attacks Palanhenelidh with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!

Palanhenelidh's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Orodrhandir realizes that the end may be near if he doesn't get help soon. He crawls into the shadows and then goes up into a tree. He lies there and tries to stop the bleeding from his many wounds.

Continuing his attack Huzghash draws his spear into him and then releases a ferocious attack at Palan, stirking out towards his side. Eyes burning intensely the uruk watches his spear go towards its target.

Palan's arrow, shot straight into his attackers, takes Burzdug straight into his upper left, meaty sectin of his chest. The fury of the arrow casts him backward and to the ground, though fails to knock his scimitar free. The uruk Guard staggers upward to his knees, black blood running from the elven arrow.

Swish, the heavy axe swings by Celeborn as he locks himself in combat with the armed warrior king. As it strikes the ground, rock tumbles and the ground turns soft where it lands -- but the old warrior does not lessen his assault. Instead, he continues the assault upon the great Magog.

Stabbing forward, a thrusting motion towards the creature's chest, the tip of Celeborn's blade attempts to place itself two feet behind Magog's back.

Celeborn attacks Magog with his Longsword, but Magog parries the attack with his Battle Axe!

Fitting another arrow to her bow, Tarasiriel aims at Mordral and fires.

Huzghash attacks Palanhenelidh with his Spear and severely wounds him!

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Maegnas eyes flutter as he drifts off to a world with no evil, he is in need of someone somewhere

Slinging her longbow Diinenbrant over her shoulder, Tathren bends to take Erinstar from beneath both shoulders, and attempts to drag him from the field.

Several yrch now realizes he's outmatched, grabbing his things, Palan hops from the tree, on the opposite side of the yrch and runs.

Aegraum roars in anger as the warg continues to run, and finally gives up the chase. He turns then, golden hair flapping with agitation from under his helm, and races toward one of the younger elves nearby. A great orc stabs the elf with a spear, but he presses on, bringing Angial back into the battle.

Aegraum attacks Huzghash with his Longsword and badly wounds him!

Crying out again in pain as the mace slams into him yet again, Terridan wheels about to face Z'macht yet again, keeping Krimp in his vision yet backing away a bit more, trying to keep his footing now as the din of battle rings out around him. Another swipe is given towards Z'macht this time... but the swipe is defensive, even as Terridan brings his shield up yet again.

Palanhenelidh tries to flee from Malknash, but he fails!

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword, but Z'macht parries the attack with his Mace!

The stroke of the axe is mighty indeed, even for the skilled elven warrior, but Haldir manages to partly deflect the blow with his shield, partly duck under it. Even with the front line breached and the battle scattered all across the slopes, the Commander is determined not to let the troll come any closer to his Knights. With the axe being carried away by its inertia, Haldir quickly steps forward with one foot and stabs at the ankle of the troll.

You attack Horvak with your Longsword...

Your attack against Horvak mildly wounds him!

Malknash pivots and spins, avoiding arrows and swords flailing from every direction. His battle Axe lances out once more heading towards Palanhenelidh as he moves his body to block any retreat.

Now the full force of the storm breaks over the tangle of orcs and elves below it. Lightning lights the sky and brings the bellowing of the thunder with it. The clouds churn and boil overhead as the wind rages over the bleakness of the battlefield. And it howls more fiercly than any wolf ever could, for it is the cry of the mountains. And it brings change. It brings blood. It brings death.

Palanhenelidh collapses to the ground, defeated by Malknash!

Seeing the warg running for cover, Glandrill turns his sights upon the orc that has cause him so much pain when sitting in the past...an arrow flies...it's target (As always) Z'macht's bad ass !

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Z'macht, mildly wounding him.

Her senses blurred by the pain, Tarasiriel crawls off to the east towards safety

Magog's battle axe impedes Celeborn, and the orcs arms do not quiver or shiver to restrain the assault. Stoicly, Magog checks the strike and readies for one of his own. "I last crossed this weapon with the Inglorion," he hisses, "And you will fare no better than he did." Even as another droplet of blood makes its way to Magog's breast, the Morian sends forth a crushing backhand towards the underarm of Lorien's prince-consort.

A sword slices nimbly down Huzghash's back, bringing a yelp of pain from the uruk as blood bgins to stream out of his wound. Stumbling forward a few steps Huzghash turns himself to face his new attacker.

Magog attacks Celeborn with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a long shot.

Bringing himself to his feet again, though staggering, Burzdug roars out in anger and fury, seeing his comrades struck by the lightlovers. His scimitar flashes black as it swings in the melee, coming horizontal and sharp at Aegrum's midsection. "For the Flame!"

No longer pursued by Aegraum, Raugha still rushes away. Finally, he comes to a halt atop a ridge, panting in evident pain. No point in turning about and charging back into battle. Four arrows are fixed into the beast's hide; and he pants slowly, painfully. Turning about, Raugha limps away ...

Seeing his blow draw blood, Z'macht roars into the night sky, his voice a cacophonic blend of rage, pain, and unbridled bloodlust. Taking a split second to widen his footing, the uruk aims another deft blow at Terridan, evading his longsword simulataneously "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" He is barely aware of an arrow that bounces off his armor.

Burzdug attacks Aegraum with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but he misses by a handspan.

Now turning to a rather short goblin, Calriel cries out "Die, vermin, back to the darkness of your caves, unless you wish the light of the forest unleashed upon you!" And with that she slings her blade at the orc that attacked her friend

Calriel attacks Burzdug with her Longsword, but she misses by a mile.

Cursing through clenched teeth, Glandrill nocks another arrow, this time aimed at a chink in the orcs armour...with it goes a prayer

Mordral watches as Aegraum attacks Huzghash. Seeing the plight of a fellow guard he rushes towards the elf , scimitar raises.

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Horvak eyes however do not totally glaze over to become lost in battle's tide...no not yet. The fact that he has missed twice has dumbfounded the huge creature. He looks at his axe in disbelief. Again the his opponents blade is might and quick as it slices him in the ankle, but Horvak takes little heed at the minor wound, instead he peers about the battle field of orcs and elves in a bitter struggle. The troll mumbles something to the elf, "Um, just a moment." A quick sidestep and the troll is in easy reach of a new target. He swings with heavy emphasis as if testing to see if the axe is still functional

Mordral attacks Aegraum with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.

Facing the foe, now, the Noldo moves to the side, guaging the orc's remaining strength. He feints to the swordarm first, then pivot and arcs the ancient blade high toward the neck.

Horvak attacks Calriel with his Axe and terribly wounds her!

Krimphosh, hunched with the pain of Celeborn's blow, nonetheless releases a grunt of pleasure as the elf focuses on the Talashakh. Seeing an opportunity, he strikes again just as an arrow whistles and strikes his superior's armor. The hacking stroke of Krimphosh's scimitar is intensified by the sight. "Z'macht!" he calls as he brings the blade down at Terridan.

Krimphosh attacks Terridan with his Scimitar and mildly wounds him!

Aegraum attacks Huzghash with his Longsword and badly wounds him!

Chukk runs over to some boulders and scrambles up onto them to get above all the swinging swords and he takes a better look around from his vantage point. Just who IS winning?

From her vantage point high in the trees, Tarasiriel aims and fires again at Mordral.

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...
Tarasiriel's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Tathren heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Erinstar heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Coming up from the south and west is a darker patch of night on the late night sky. A wisp of cloud, perhaps? Most likely not, as the dark patch changes course and makes for the sky above the battle taking place at the edge of the forest...

As it draws nearer it becomes clear that it is not a dark patch, but many dark shapes moving through the sky. They fly lower to the ground, discernable to those with keen eyes as large black crows, and take up a position circling the sky over the battle as if observing the proceedings.

Limping westward, the sable Warg passes slowly downslope. Should anyone wish to pursue him, the dark Warg will doubtless turn and fight -- but he is no longer in any condition to battle unless forced. Red blood stains his fur, and his red eyes glow with pain intermingled with fury.

As Palan attempts to flee, he finds that he did not see a third orch, attacking from behind. As he stops, a great blade slashes his chest, and Palan falls. Luckily, he yet breaths, and he curses the yrch, vowing that their encampment shall not last.

Stepping aside the mace now, Terridan's face turns dark, but emotionless, even as he bites back the pain to lift his sword yet again. He ignores the slight impact of the scimitar, and instead drives his longsword down towards Z'macht again. The blade moves swiftly, yet not too far past the elf's own defenses as he keeps himself shielded...

Yet another arrow flies from Glandrills bow, as he tries to distract the yrch from attacking his cormrade..

A flash of light, and the axe is easily deflected to the side and away from Celeborn. "Feh..." comes the low voice, heard still above the battle, "Yer kind think too highly of themselves, warrior." His eyes gleam, and once again he swings -- a backstroke towards Magog, lifting high and diagnal.

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword, but Z'macht parries the attack with his shield!

Celeborn attacks Magog with his Longsword, but Magog parries the attack with his Battle Axe!

Stepping back slightly, Huzghash is cut mildly across his chest by the sword from Aegraum. Black blood begins to flow down his chest as the Uruk decides it better to live to fight for the flame another day as this elf will likely prove to much for the Guard. Turning Huzghash runs from the elf, hoping to make it to safety.

Burzdug turns to see another attacker coming in at him, his eyes narrowing as Calriel's blade misses him. The turn brings a wash of pain across his face and he staggers backward and away. Two arrows piercing his flesh and torn, he seeks an escape, a way out.

Huzghash tries to flee from Aegraum, but he fails!

Dizzy with pain, her clothes datined with blood, Tarasiriel drops to the ground and makes her way east

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Krimphosh, badly wounding him.

Malknash snarls, pulling his bloody Battle Axe from the lifeless Elf body, slumped before him. His attention turns to the trees, notcing Tarasiriel on a branch. A small smile appears on his face and he rushes to the tree. In an attempt to knock the Elf down, he swings his Axe high at the Elf's legs.

Malknash attacks Tarasiriel with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a mile.

Burzdug dodges aside Calriel, and manages to escape!
Burzdug goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

A young elf left for dead in the snow is slowly moving to the woods.

Tarasiriel dodges aside Malknash, and manages to escape!
Tarasiriel heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Arogbrant wraps himself tighter in his cloak, draws the hood over his head, and ... just vanishes. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a quick movement nearby, but when you look closer, there's nothing there.

The sky flashes with new lightning as the dark shape begins to make its way across the bruised sky. The wind rises with a howl and seems to rush to embrace the black shapes that move across the storm..

Z'macht is taken a half-pace off balance, the might of his failed attack too much for his squat frame to bear. "Skai!" he yells, the clipped tones of mortal combat gurgling from his vile throat. The uruk brings his shield skyward, feeling Terridan's blow crashdash against his shield. In an attempt to focus his mind and regain some flavor of equilibrium, Z'macht aims a tight blow, not at all furious or slop-handed, at his foes center of gravity. The smell of the wounded fills the air

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but he misses by a handspan.

The Herald's dodge was not fast enough for the unexpected blow by the great and looming creature. Calriel's sword dashes out as quick as lightning, as she speeds away to the another enemy now Burzgal dodged away beside her into darkness. "Into darkness with all of you!" she cries as her sword again attacks Malknash.

Taking the orc's slash on the forest green shield of Dorthonion, the warrior Aegraum is not about to give up the fight so easily. He closes the gap with his flagging foe and swings the blade low, aiming to hamstring him.

Calriel attacks Malknash with her Longsword and badly wounds him!

From the shadows and the screams, Glandrill again targets the orc attacking his comrades....

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Z'macht, moderately wounding him.

Aegraum attacks Huzghash with his Longsword and terribly wounds him!

A group of orcs, moving slow and doubled over from the heavy sacks of supplies loaded upon their backs, appears to the south, following the path. Eventually, they draw close enough to the scene of the battle to hear its sound and fury, and start to take notice of what's happening. The non-laden orcs with whips that have been egging the baggage-handlers onward start to move about frantically, and in little time, the orcs are dropping their sacks and bundles, and drawing weapons and charging up to the fray. The slowpokes are coming!

Finally the dark Warg comes to a stop, surveying the battle quietly, steam emanating from his mouth and nostrils, and from his wounds as well. He gazes upwards, seeing the black crows, and raises his voice to the sky, sending a mournful howl upwards.

Mordral having missed at the first attempt, slices once more at Aegraum trying once again to cut the elf with his scimitar.

Mordral attacks Aegraum with his Scimitar, but he misses by an arm's length.

Orod realizes that the end is near and drags himself off into the woods.

Orodrhandir heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Molaenion heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Haldir is on the heels of the troll, but nothing he can do could prevent the beast from striking the Herald. Seeing how she is suddenly beset by two foes he hesitates for a moment, then charges at the orc who bars her escape. The sword, glowing fierce blue, strikes out at the dark shape as Commander lunges forward.

Malknash feels the sword impact with his shoulder, his crimson eyes narrowing in the darkness. His Battle Axe flays outwards towards Calriel, an attempt to push the Sword-Wielding Elf away from him.

You attack Malknash with your Longsword...

Your attack against Malknash badly wounds him!

Malknash attacks Calriel with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a long shot.

The cut from Aegraum cuts deep into the uruks legs, causing him to stumble forward. The uruk tries to continue on his pace slowing a bit, but still the uruks moves. Eyes glazing from the pain as the blood courses down his legs.

Huzghash tries to flee from Aegraum, but he fails!

Again Magog manages to fend off another swipe from Celeborn. A grimace creeps onto his face and he snaps at his combatant, "Your kind wanes while we only grow stronger." The Morian king, instead of rejoining with a valiant assault, turns heel upon the futile target. His eyes glance up at the sky and then swoop back towards the wider battle. So Aegraum is hacking at a little one - there is always a bigger fish. Away from the biggest fish does Magog turn, marshaling his strength for a low swipe at the elf's legs.

Maegnas eyes flutter open as he drags himself slowly towards the forest

Magog attacks Aegraum with his Battle Axe and moderately wounds him!

Arogbrant suddenly appears from the shadows... you catch a glimpse of few spectral figures, probably his companions, but when you look closer, they're gone.

As her opponent misses and Haldir strikes, she cries out "Lothlorien, Lothlorien! Ai na, Haldir!" and a weak smile comes to her fair and smooth features. Her long blade gleams in the moonlight as it dashes at her opponent again!

Calriel attacks Malknash with her Longsword and badly wounds him!

Whipping his bowsights across the field, Glandrill focusus on one of the filth..the arrow flies....

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's bowshot hits Mordral, moderately wounding him.

Molaenion arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Molaenion.

Molaenion abadons the main path, and works his way southwards...

Mithryn has been left for dead, so she attempts to flee as slowly as she can. Not that she can move fast anyways.

Sweeping his blade about as the mace flys past again, Terridan slashes viciously towards the yrch once more, his steps as light as he can make them, "For the Lady!" he calls out loudly, "Elbereth!!" Terridan all but screams now towards the creature before him, bringing his sword yet again towards Z'macht.

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

Calriel yells out a cry to Elbereth. Her suddenly looks taller, more formidable, stronger...

Krimphosh grins as his blade finds flesh, then wheels with surprised agony and another arrow whistles into him, nicking his flesh before singing off his mail. Looking about, he lets out a pained grunt as he fails to find the source of the arrows. Groaning, lurching, he hacks again at Terridan, but can barely see his foe through a haze of pain.

Krimphosh attacks Terridan with his Scimitar and mildly wounds him!

Malknash cries out as the sword impacts him again, his wounds growing fierce from the blade. He makes no noise, doesn't talk. Instead, he tries to wheel around a tree and move away from the Elf.

Malknash tries to flee from Calriel, but he fails!

The orc reinforcements continue their charge into battle, moving much faster now that they are unburdened, the thought of battle revitilizing their tired and sore muscles. Swords and spears waving in the air, they come closer and closer, ready to smash into the stinking elves and wreak havoc...

"Indeed," comes the Lord Celeborn's Reply. And his eyes blaze as the Uruk-Hai's back turns. His blade gleams, and he smiles grimly as another orch gets in his way. Hate fuels his blade, and his sword springs for the neck of the nearest of orcs.

Palanhenelidh tries to flee from Malknash, but he fails!

Cawing and screeching, the large flock of black crows widen their circular flight path, still observing the furious battle on the ground below.

Krimphosh collapses to the ground, defeated by Celeborn!

Krimphosh's weapon "Jagged Notched Scimitar" falls to the ground...

Krimphosh's shield "Leather Shield" falls to the ground...

Woosh! Again the Talashakh has erred, his weapon finding not flesh but night air. Clank! Was that an arrow? Z'macht's lower jaw juts forth in a desperate effort to invoke the firepower of his vile religion, out of the corner of his eye he spies Glandrill, arrow singing impossibly fast. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" the orc mutters. Mace rises, glitters in the starlight, and falls once more towards Terridan.

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but he misses by a long shot.

Maegnas picks up Leather Shield.

Tarasiriel arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Tarasiriel.

That is it. As her opponent tries to sneak by her, Calriel turns and twists her blade around in her hand, With one powerful motion she jabs it down at the vile creature. Bleak is the light that comes off the ancient blade, and little mercy there is in the elven lass's eyes.

Maegnas puts down Leather Shield.

Tarasiriel wraps herself tighter in her cloak, draws the hood over her head, and ... just vanishes. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a quick movement nearby, but when you look closer, there's nothing there.

Calriel attacks Malknash with her Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Molaenion wraps himself tighter in his cloak, draws the hood over his head, and ... just vanishes. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a quick movement nearby, but when you look closer, there's nothing there.

As greater battles ensue, Palan pulls himself up, but barely, and crawls through the tall grass to Lorien.

"Retreat, Calriel!" bellows Haldir as he raises his sword again to try and clear the way for the herald to escape. As the orc turns to run away, the blade follows, like a lightning bolt striking out from Haldir's hand. "Out of the way, filth", he more spits out than speaks as the sword strikes at the back of the running orc.

You attack Malknash with your Longsword...

You have defeated Malknash!

Malknash's weapon "Morath-Sai" falls to the ground...

Your attack against Malknash fatally wounds and defeats him!

Only a moment after his blade slices through the orc once more, a heavy blow sends him lurching forward. He rights himself and turns, bringing Angail forward, and smiles ferally and rasps, "I accept your proposal, filth." With that, the sword flashes forward, seeking a gap in the giant beast's defense.

Aegraum attacks Magog with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

Mordral staggers as the arrow enters his flesh. Grabbing the arrow he pulls it from his body, the wound is not deep yet it shoots pain down his left arm. Pausing briefly in the midst of battle he seeks yet another target.

Seeing the elf Aegraum turn away, Huzghash widens the gap between himself and the elf trying to run away.

Ducking past the flying mace again, Terridan moves in quickly, drawing his blade towards Z'macht's abdomen, cursing loudly as he fights off the pain in both chest and leg, "Fell creature... get out of my way!" he brings his blade up hard, the edge seeking to strike true...

Huzghash tries to flee from Aegraum, but he fails!

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Krimphosh drops as a blade cleaves into his helm, and blood exits from the wound, Face down in a heap, the masked Uruk collapses and is still. Black blood spurts upon the ground.

Palanhenelidh dodges aside Huzghash, and manages to escape!
Palanhenelidh heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

C'zoth returns from beyond Middle-earth.

One of the newcomer orcs, evidently their leader, is running ahead of the rest, no doubt because he wasn't carrying anything but his normal weaponry. Bellowing a war cry, he enters the battlefield, the rest of his orcs 10 yards or so, and mere seconds, behind. Help has arrived!

Megiddo yells, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

The dark Warg observes the battle still; with a snort of rage, Raugha turns, and slinks away west, growling. Despair. Fury. The Warg howls once more, a sad, shrill sound; it is answered by similarly mournful calls.

Malknash is about to react to the blow from Calriel, His Battle Axe in motion when another sword pierces through the torn rings in his armor, deep into his flesh. A loud gasp escapes his lips before falling to the ground, his breathing shallow....but not dead. His hand searches for Morath-Sai before going limp, his body falling unconcious.

Raugha goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

Horvak looks down, head going from side to side, "Where elfie go?" The troll looks mistified as he tries to find the elf that he was fighting. He checks under his feet...first one then the other for the tell-tale signs of a squished body. Nope. With a shrug, the troll almost leaves...but nearby, easily withing reach is the tell tale sign of the blue sword swinging elf. "Ahh, there you are. Just checking if axe was broken. Come elfie...we fight!" The troll gestures to the elf to come closer.

ARB: Horvak has "passed" on his turn to attack.

Terridan's sword rakes across Z'macht's skin, leaving a thin trail of ripped flesh and darkoozing blood in its wake. The Chieftain manages a predictable, "Skai!" and then continues to swing at Terridan. Though his wounds be numerous, this last gift from the elf was but shallow.

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but he misses by a mile.

Magog's belly is pierced by Aegraum's sword, another faint stream of fluid staining his armor. "For each of your brethren we slay," Magog taunts, "You would have to kill a hundred of mind. We grow and you diminish eternally." Wiping the sweat sheen off his forehead with a claw, Magog soon regrips his weapon and adjusts his hold upon it. "Look, another just fell over there," he grunts and motions with his head as a decoy while his axe chops hard down towards the elf's weapon shoulder.

Magog attacks Aegraum with his Battle Axe, but Aegraum parries the attack with his Longsword!

Mordral seeks cover as the battle rages around him. Finding shelter , he rests and waits to fight another day.

Continuing his escape route, Huzghash heads west passing through the ranks of new orcs as they file into the battle. Slowly but steadily, the heavily injured Huzghash makes his way west.

Huzghash goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

Stepping aside the strike again, Terridan's eyes smolder with anger and unkempt fury now. Pumping his arm back again, Terridan drops the blade hard once more, moving to cut into the filthy beast that he is forced to look upon, "I will have to clean my blade thoroughly once I finish this day..." with that, and another cry to Varda, the Elder Knight brings his blade back yet again to strike upon Z'macht's form.

The blades of the Goblin Raiders clash with the steel of the elves, sparks rising like a fountain of fire in the night. Blood seeps into the ground from the rents in their armor and a few dark bodies lie on the ground. It seems that the Raiders fight only on fury now that their captain again has given his blood. Now the Goblins fight under the flashing of the lightning and against the light of the elves. Straight blade against bent ones under the fury of the storm.

Eight thousand years of fighting the putrid ichor of the Great Enemy has hardened Aegraum against such ruses, even in the din of battle. He dances deftly to the shield side, allowing his blade to simply interfere with the motion of the horrid axe, and then, wieght on the back foot, pivots in the opposite direction sending Angail again against his foe.

Maegnas grasps towards the last of his brethren here with him, hoping, waiting for a savior

Running in a crouched sprint across the bloody battle fied, Glandrill comes to rest beside the almost lifeless body of Maegnas. Checking the neck of the Squire with two findgers, the Knight finds a pulse. He deftly picks the guard up and vanishes towards the west.

Arogbrant lays face up, an arrow in his leg and a mace gash accross his face. Still alive but in need of a healer badly.

Glandrill goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

Maegnas heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Maegnas arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Maegnas.

Maegnas goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

Glandrill arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Maegnas arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Maegnas heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Glandrill heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Luinar heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Glandrill arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Glandrill.

Luinar arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Luinar.

Aegraum attacks Magog with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!

With the way clear for Calriel to retreat, Haldir stands swuarely between the troll and the wounded herald. Covering himself with the shield, he swings the sword in a wide arc, drawn across the black scales covering the black belly. No clear weakness is evident in this natural armor, perhaps one will show eventually.

Stepping aside the strike again, Terridan's eyes smolder with anger and unkempt fury now. Pumping his arm back again, Terridan drops the blade hard once more, moving to cut into the filthy beast that he is forced to look upon, "I will have to clean my blade thoroughly once I finish this day..." with that, and another cry to Varda, the Elder Knight brings his blade back yet again to strike upon Z'macht's form.

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword and badly wounds him!

Maegnas arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Maegnas.

Glindorel suddenly appears from the shadows... you catch a glimpse of few spectral figures, probably his companions, but when you look closer, they're gone.

Krimphosh is back in the saddle -- who's up for some RP? (Unless I'm not)

Krimphosh has had enough good times for now, and has an RL to get back to. Don't cry for me, I know you'll do just fine without me. It's for the best.

Orodrhandir arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Orodrhandir.

Z'macht howls in pain as Terridan adds another badge of honor to his already lengthy collection. The swordstroke sweeps downwards across his chest: Odd: but there seems to be a giant, black, oozing "X" on Z'macht's body... Hopefully not a target! The Chieftain does his best to muster the strength of the flame for a blow aimed at his foe's head. However, Z'macht does his best to stay well-shielded.

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but he misses by an arm's length.

Stepping aside, as though in some macabre dance with the foul beast, Terridan watches the mace sweep by harmlessly yet again. His eyes still smolder with rage, even as his sword lifts once more. "Elbereth! Lothlorien!" Crying out yet again, Terridan thrusts the blade forward, moving the tip in a broad swath of a slash towards the creature's foul face...

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

Evading Terridan's gleaming steel with a swift sidestep, Z'macht has time to quip a few scathing remarks in the common tongue. "Both your race and bloody forest reek of weakness," he says, "Try as you may to put down the Horde of Khazad-dum, we will one day flood your land with havoc!" The Talashakh crouches, emits a beastly snarl, and swipes widely at Terridan's head.

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but he misses by an arm's length.

Rhuiamarth arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Climbing high into one of the trees, Glandrill perches....his eyes scan through the battlefield for a few seconds, darting from on ewounded to the next before catching sight of Terridan still in combat with ,of all yrch, Z'macht...it is not long before an arrow flies from his bow heading towards the filths arm as he swings at Terridan..

Nihli arrives from the northern foothills.

Glandrill launches an arrow...
Glandrill's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Nihli travels to the north, his path clearly marked as it winds northward.

Malknash picks up a Battle Axe.

Maegnas heads east where the vales of the Anduin river level out towards the valley.

Maegnas arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Maegnas.

Magog for the first time lets forth a sound other than a grunt or a taunt. He moans unhappily as Aegraum once more connects with him, penetrating the fine links on the side of his chain armor. His frame twitches with rage and he roars at the top of his lungs, "Morians, unless our foes retreat, commence slaying the wounded. Ten pieces of gold for each ear that is taken." This being said, Magog spits a wad of phlegm onto the ground and rasps at Aegraum, "Go tend to your wounded. We shall meet again." The King attempts to push past his foe and regroup the scattered Morian force.

Calriel tries to flee from Horvak, but she fails!

Magog tries to flee from Aegraum, but he fails!

Upon the field are raised the sounds of battle; of bow twanging and blade clashing with blade. Elf and orc alike fall as the clash continues; soon it shall be known whether the outpost stands or falls.

Now there comes another, but recently arrived as he trails the rest of the group. Silently does he come onto the battlefield, Glindorel, and survey the field of battle. Arrow nocked and held at the ready, he simply looks for a suitable target at which to fire.

From the western sky, a shadow blots out successive groups stars as it makes its way eastward. A shrill screech is heard; the shadow makes a beeline for the cloud of crebain.

Maegnas Takes his great longbow off his back and while placing it in his hands he draws a arrow from his quiver in one quick motion, notching the arrow upon the string

Ducking the wide swipe of the mace yet again, Terridan takes up a look of disgust, then laughs, "Your kind never will touch the lands of the Golden Wood..." with that, he sweeps his own blade upwards, seeking to strike at the yrch yet again, even as he moves forward carefully to keep his guard up as the longsword slices towards Z'macht once more.

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

With the way clear for Calriel to retreat, Haldir stands swuarely between the troll and the wounded herald. Covering himself with the shield, he swings the sword in a wide arc, drawn across the black scales covering the black belly. No clear weakness is evident in this natural armor, perhaps one will show eventually.

You attack Horvak with your Longsword...

Horvak dodges your attack.

Calriel tries to flee from Horvak, but she fails!

As a larger shadow emerges on the night sky and heads towards the circling crows, the caws turn into panicked screeches. The crows disperse into a wide circle, spread thinly and few, but do not yet flee from the scene.

The arrival of the band of orc reinforcements comes as a great relief to the orcs already present, as they start to make their presense known. Not a few elves, apparently intent on their foes of the moment to the exclusion of all else, take heed of the newcomers too late, and get swarmed from behind and go down. Megiddo, the leader of the newcomers, uses his one-handed pick to sever the spine, between armor and helmet, of one elf holding two orcs at bay before him, but not looking behind him. A mistake that elf will never make again. Megiddo roars in triumph, and moves on, looking for another unwary elf... and a tall one with silver hair escaping his helmet catches the orc's attention.

The Morian outpost is not empty as evidenced by a solitary figure making his way towards the battle. HE is an odd looking fellow as he makes his way towards the battle. He has a spear in his hand as he goes and it twitches with anticipation as he gets closer, looking for a target.

Horvak gestures again magnaminously, "Come elfie...com...yipe!!" The troll's size belays his reflexes as he jumps back just in time to avoid a sword swipe in his sensitive belly. Horvak grunts and send his axe in a lightning like strike toward the chest of the elf.

It seems the elf and beast are having a hard time making solid contact. Well skilled defenders? Too weak to mount a successful attack? Likely both! Z'macht sidesteps and retorts. "Have many times have you struck down one orc, only to see five spring up in his place?" The Talashakh hammers at Terridan, an overhead swing. "The Flame's will is not easily doused!"

Horvak attacks you with his Axe!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but he misses by a handspan.

Calriel, her white sword now sheathed, makes her way deeper into the lines of the remaining Galadhrim soldiers. Obviously scarred by the battle, but not so that it hinders her walking.

Calriel tries to flee from Horvak, but she fails!

"The warriors of Dorthonion are not so easily passed," growls Aegraum in response as he turns along with the stinking orch. "Or did not your master deign to teach you this?" The silver circlet on his wet brow glitters with menace as the princeling lunges again, seeking thirstily for more of the black blood.

As the din continues, Glindorel continues to survey the area. As he notices Terridan and Z'macht locked in a dual, he attempts to assist the Elder with his problem. Drawing the string back, arm held taut, he aims, waits for the chance to fire at his target, and as soon as an opening presents itself he lets loose the bow string.

With a loud -TWANG- the deadly volley fles through the air with great speed.

Glindorel quickly takes a grey-fletched arrow from the quiver upon his back and nocks it to the string in one smooth motion, hardly visible to the eye.

Glindorel slides on a corslet of shimmering ringmail, clipping it together at the sides so that it fits snugly about his torso.

Glindorel dons a shimmering metal helm.

Glindorel launches an arrow...
Glindorel's bowshot hits Z'macht, badly wounding him.

Dodging aside yet again, Terridan fights out through burning limbs and wounds, lifting his sword once more, "And how many times have I cut down those five others that spring up... your kind is a weed..." the elf spits the words out, even as he drops his blade down once more... hoping to feel the bite of a true strike to bring down the fell beast that he looks upon. Ainauril sweeps out again, the blade shining white as it moves through the air...

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!

Aegraum attacks Magog with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

Calriel abadons the main path, and works her way southwards...

His shield raised to meet the blow, Haldir does not dodge away this time, and the hit is far too strong to be met by brute force. The impact sends shocks of pain through his shield arm, and he is pushed back. Before he can fully recover he jabs forward, trying to hold the troll from stepping past him while the scattered remains of his army retreat and regroup.

You attack Horvak with your Longsword...

Horvak dodges your attack.

Azurakthal arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Daquerthu picks up Metal Shield.

Azurakthal goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

As blood fountains from the body of a fallen warrior, Celeborn steps by. Of the great number of black-clad elves that were here originally, but a small cluster of twelve stay at his back. Turning, a dawn of recognition reaches the old Lord's eyes and he stalks towards a fighting knot. But, as he moves towards them, a group of fresh reinforcments of orcs moves to intercept him and his guards. Raising his blade, he spots the leader -- an older, grizzled Uruk-hai -- and raises his blade to meet the onrushing creature.

"Back! Or meet your death!" Celeborn cries out to Meggido.

Gwaihir arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Horvak eyes widen, "Heh...knew smithy wouldn't cheat me." The troll takes one step forward and to the side as the elf's sword barely misses him. He sends his axe crashing down toward the sword arm of the elf. "Whopee!!"

Horvak attacks you with his Axe!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

Scratch! Thud! Z'macht, midswing, feels an arrow pierce his armor. Knocked forward, his only greeting is Terridan's blade, which gashes his shoulder. Beginning to weaken now, Z'macht aims a distancing blow at Terridan, plotting from the corner of his eye, perhaps an escape...

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but he misses by a mile.

"The Might of Moria is not to be trifled with," the orc Lord rages, pivoting about. His eyes blaze and sweat drips down his face, off his chin, and on to the ground. Slashing his weapon low, Magog give little heed to defense and declares, "First you lose your legs, then your arms, then finally your head. If your wounded are of no concern to you, perhaps you will worry about them when you are turned into one." A vein at Magog's temple bulges and his voice is rank as he puffs out his words in an odiferous cloud.

Magog attacks Aegraum with his Battle Axe, but Aegraum parries the attack with his Longsword!

A target! What luck, it is an elf with a bow. Mugruk raises his spear into a throwing posture. The uruk squints down the shaft of his spear and gets a bead. With agrunt the spear is airborne. The Thrakburzum wastes no time in pulling out his war hammer and charging into the battle.

Mugruk throws a spear...

Mugruk's spear throw hits Glindorel, lightly wounding him!

The spear lies now upon the ground now at his feet.

Mugruk removes Javelin.

As she flees from the giant troll, the Knight Commander still battling with the creature fiercely, Calriel makes her way off the field of battle, into the shades of the looming forest.

Calriel abadons the main path, and works her way southwards...

Mugruk wields War Hammer.

A female snaga runs amock on the field of battle, unarmored, but managing to hold her own against her assailants. Her guard is failing, however, being beaten back by the horrid light-lovers and their white swords and tall bows. Dodging from side to side like a beast under the hunt, she stoops down and picks up a shield from a slain kinsorc, turning back around to meet her opponents.

Daquerthu puts on Metal Shield.

Another arrow is drawn from Glindorel's quiver, and again the yew bow of the Banneret is drawn. As his sights are aimed, a spear flies toward him to graze his arm, only harming his concentration for a moment. A frown escapes Glindorel's noble visage as he turns to the orc who did it, offering a return for this swine's.... present. Soon another arrow flies through the air toward the orc Mugruk...

Glindorel launches an arrow...
Glindorel's bowshot hits Mugruk, moderately wounding him.

Azurakthal arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Azurakthal takes Corpse.

Megiddo hawks and spits at Celeborn, contempuous of the elf's threat as they draw nigh. Holding his large wood shield in front of his torso, the orc growls something in its foul language, and advances on the elf lord. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Then, he swings with his pick in a side-arm blow, trying to hit Celeborn on his sword-hand, or at least that arm...

Azurakthal moves in and drags a corpse from the field.

Azurakthal goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

Megiddo attacks Celeborn with his War Hammer, but he misses by a handspan.

Ruffled feathers: someone has his talons full of them. The shadow which passed through the cloud of crebain circles around the dispersed flock, cawing out a loud challenge in its own bird tongue. "Go away!"

Another circle about the battlefield and a pair of blackbirds fall, quite harmlessly, at the feet of Magog.

Slips under the mace yet again, and begins to keep pace with the yrch, unwilling to let the creature escape so easily, "Elbereth!" Terridan cries it out once more, letting the name ring high into the air, even as he drops his blade down hard, seeking to strike Ainauril true yet again on Z'macht's bleeding body.

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword, but Z'macht parries the attack with his shield!

The Herald, last of the Elves behind the Commander, finally vanishes into the protective shadows of the forest just as Haldir takes another vicious blow from the troll's axe. This one sends him rolling back, but he is quickly on his feet again, although still dazed. Not daring to move forward until he regains better footing, he swings the sword in front of him, the glowing blade can barely reach the fingers gripping the axe shaft.

You attack Horvak with your Longsword...

Horvak dodges your attack.

Kadar is too good for all of you. He has gone off to conquer bigger and better things.

Corpse arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Mugruk takes an arrow deep into his shield arm. It strikes bone and causes the uruk to wince with the pain. So this elf wants to fight, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Mugruk hollars at the elf in the tounge of his god. His legs keep churning up earth as he goes at the elf. The uruk raise shis war hammer and swings it at the elfs arm, to see how well he shoots a bow after that.

Smoke pours from Mt. Doom as the Dark One's evil sorcery lags the game.

The smoke clears as good triumphs and the database saves.

The swing passes by with a rushing of air, but the Lord of Lothlorien is not there and the heavy hammer thuds by in the rocks. In response, the old prince Celeborn's eyes gleam and his blade darts forward towards Megiddo's chest. A grim smirk touches his lips. If he knows the language that Megiddo spews from his lips, he does not respond in kind, instead -- he lets the gleaming blade do the talking in this exchange.

Horvak shrugs as he sidesteps another blow by the elf. "Mmmm...pretty blade." The troll loosens the grasp of his axe and swings back, down and low and then up toward the root of Haldir's legs to cleave the elf in two. The troll grins in anticipation of the blow to hit, hopefully splattering the elf's fine armor with its life blood.

Able to escape Terridan's blade once again, Z'macht crouches low, his eyes wide and lusty. The uruk's shield, marred with gash after gash and angular orcish runes, is held tight and protects the chieftain's most grotesque battlewounds from any further insult. "Elbereth?" he spits, "Dog!" Gritting his teeth, Z'macht jabbs at Terridan's chest.

Mugruk attacks Glindorel with his War Hammer and badly wounds him!

Horvak attacks you with his Axe!...

...and you parry his attack with your Longsword!

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but Terridan parries the attack with his Longsword!

Celeborn attacks Megiddo with his Longsword, but Megiddo parries the attack with his shield!

Again the stout shield of Aegraum steers aside the vicious blow of, what? A Lord of Moria? It matters little. The grandson of Aegnor has faught orc lords from too many black pits in his life - this is but another. He smiles, though, pleased at the strength of his foe, and offers, "Fortunate we are then, that one elven warrior is the worth of ten, ney one hundred of the dregs of Moria. Come then, Lord, and taste Angail once more."

With loud screeches and a fly of feathers the crows disperse as the giant eagle flies through their loose formation and knocks several of them out of the sky. Darting away immediately to the south, the black birds reform into a tight pack and pick up speed to flee their unexpected hunter in the sky.

Aegraum attacks Magog with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

What smoldering fury burned low in Terridan's eyes now rages to a fire behind the elf's face, a visage that twists into anger as the orc speaks the name of Elbereth. Sweeping his blade high, Terridan calls out to Elbereth yet again, louder than before, and brings his blade down with all the strength that he can get to bear upon the foul beast that dares to utter that name...

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword, but Z'macht parries the attack with his shield!

Dispatching her assailants with ferocious speed, Daquerthu is again swept up in the wave of battle, being beset on all sides by her enemies. She fights like the Flame itself, the blazing hatred in her eyes switching from foe to foe as they all fall under her blade like so much wheat under the scythe. As the rush passes over her for a moment, she chances to see the Talshakh of the Morghash beset by opponents, hard pressed to prevail. A rage sweeps over her like none she has ever known, and she lets fly a high-pitched shriek of defiance. Quickly she hews her way to her Chieftan, trying to lighten his load. Her firey orbs fix on an elf wielding a glittering long sword, and she slashes at the back of his knees with her black blade, hoping to soften the tough combatant up.

Arogbrant abadons the main path, and works his way southwards...

Daquerthu attacks Terridan with her Scimitar, but she misses by a mile.

Megiddo hardly has to move his shield to block the blow from the tall elf's sword, though he does grunt with the effort of absorbing the force of the blow, as the weapon knocks a chip out of one of the hardwood slats that make up the face of the shield. A corner of his mouth twists up in a smirk, and he growls, spittle spraying from his mouth, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Then the pick strikes out again, this time a high blow, as Megiddo tries to land its point in Celeborn's shoulder.

Megiddo attacks Celeborn with his War Hammer, but he misses by a handspan.

Aegraum's words hit Magog harder than the blade that sticks him in the thigh. To add insult to injury, two birds fall to his feet just as his warm blood begins to spread, the cousin to his multitude of sword wounds. Grinding his teeth down almost tight enough to crack the most decayed, Magog slams his foot down on one of the fallen crebain, rendering it to a pulp. "That is your fate," the King spits forth, more saliva than breath exiting his maw. His axe raises up high and reckless, his chest near full exposed as he endeavours to simply pound the ancient elf into the ground vertically.

Magog attacks Aegraum with his Battle Axe, but Aegraum parries the attack with his shield!

"You grow weak, elven fool!" Z'macht roars, rearing back on his left leg. Clang! He catches Terridan's blow on his shield - again. "I'll have your blood for the Morghash altar before the sun rises!" Forward now, he shifts his weight to the front and shoots another whistling blow at Terridan's chest.

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but Terridan parries the attack with his shield!

The long and slender blade meets the black axe... and turns the blow away! Sparks shower the ground between the combatants, and the blade flashes for a moment. Streaks of light flow along its broad side, twisted into elaborate shapes like ancient runes, but only for a moment. The glow reflects in Haldir's grey eyes, and, with a quick step forward he sends the sword after the axe-wielsing arm. His movements are slower, and more cautious in a way, perhaps the hits he took make themselves felt.

You attack Horvak with your Longsword...

Horvak dodges your attack.

Speeding eastward in the night sky, a great dark mass blocks out the stars as it swiftly approaches from the high realm of the Misty Mountains. As it draws nearer, the mass becomes several seperate shapes, then distinct; the largest and fastest approaching of the group already draws near the engagement of orcs and elves. All doubt of what these great creatures are is erased, when the foremost of them emits a shrill cry of challenge high over the plain of battle; yet his ire is roused not by the army of orcs alone. The crebain, circling high above the field of battle, receive the full ire of the Lord of Birds. Gwaihir dives into their midst, his claws rending apart the flock; any foolish enough not to flee his ire. Loudly enough to be heard, he shrieks in rage, "Treachery!"

Burzash is owned by Burzash

Moving forward just in time to let the scimitar sweep by, Terridan brings his own shield to bear the force of the mace, even as he turns it off and away. Before he returns the blow, he glances back over to look at the newly arrived orch... and frowns deeply, the fury still shining brightly in his eyes as he moves back to Z'macht, and drops his blade yet again towards the bloody body...

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

Horvak looks up as several crebain fall at his feet. "Heh..It rains." So observant is the troll on this new form of rain, that he barely manages to sidestep the elf's sword. Horvak blinks. Hunkering down the troll licks his lips and returns once more to the business at hand. The glowing blade is a distraction, hard to keep his eyes off of it. Yet, the troll manages yet again to swing his axe in a low sweeping blow at the legs of the elf.

Horvak attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he misses!

Corpse picks up an improvised scimitar, forged roughly from discarded metal.

Corpse picks up Leather Shield.

Daquerthu lets loose a throaty growl, bearing her yellowing teeth as the wily elf sidesteps from her blade. Her growl turning into a roar, she screams, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Snaking forward in an agressive pattern, her blade leaps again towards her foe, descending towards the elf's shoulder.

Daquerthu attacks Terridan with her Scimitar, but she misses by a handspan.

As he watches the figure of Mugruk begin moving toward him, Glindorel squints. "<Sindarin> Perhaps this shall back him off a pace," he mutters to himself, quickly pulling another arrow out of his quiver and nocking it to the string with grace unimaginable. Speedily he pulls the string back, aims, and lets loose. Easy pickings for the bowman.

This time sword blade meets axe haft as Aegraum steps toward the blow to move beyond its main vector of force. A dangerous move, yes, the Noldo warrior senses that, Lord or not, his stoud opponent has been in the battle longer than he, and has felt the iron of elven blades and arrows more often than he expected. He spins away from such close quarters, though, and begins to circle, urging the orc to move, move and waste energy, before the golden-hilted blade once more flickers forward, a blur of cold death, projecting once again into the mid-section of the orch.

Glindorel launches an arrow...
Glindorel's bowshot hits Mugruk, mildly wounding him.

Glindorel unstrings the great longbow in his hand, then straps it to its normal place across his back.

Glindorel draws a shining blade from its sheath with a cold ringing sound.

Corpse drops an improvised scimitar, forged roughly from discarded metal.

Glindorel straps a finely-wrought wooden shield about his arm.

As the tide of the battle ebbs on, the din of combat dwindles, candles flickering on an altar that once held hundreds... Z'macht, growing every weary, as surely does his attacker, has to pause between foully uttered phrases. "Eventually.." breathe, "You will fall...," gulp, "And your skull shall be mounted atop," gas, "my gleaming throne.." Another wide swipe comes towards Terridan.

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace and badly wounds him!

Aegraum attacks Magog with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Mugruk takes an arrow deep into his shield arm. It strikes bone and causes the uruk to wince with the pain. So this elf wants to fight, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Mugruk hollars at the elf in the tounge of his god. His legs keep churning up earth as he goes at the elf.The second arrow strikes his chain mail and just causes light brusing to huis flesh, not enough to stop the incoming assault. The uruk raise shis war hammer and swings it at the elfs arm, to see how well he shoots a bow after that.(new pose for hit on Glind)

Azurakthal arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

But the orc still draws ever closer as the volley only lands in a glancing blow. As the beast comes upon him, Glindorel is in the process of strapping a shield upon his arm when Mugruk's war hammer crashes down upon his arm, nearly crushing it with the blow. Luckily it is only his shield arm, and the response of the Banneret's blade comes quickly after he is hit... A sweeping blow aimed toward Mugruk's knee.

Glindorel attacks Mugruk with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

Haldir leaps in the air, barely avoiding the edge of the axe, and lands on his feet deftly enough, but someone observant enough and familliar with Elven grace would easilly notice that the Commander is perhaps only half as fast as usual. He steps back slightly this time even as the sword again lashes out, chasing troll's arm.

Crying out loudly now... but not from scimitar, which he slips past as a blade of grass would in the wind, yet from mace as it strikes yet again. Terridan's footing falters slightly, though he does not fall... the wound is not yet mortal. He raises his sword up again, and sweeps it down once more, not bothering to answer the uruk's words this time, save with the edge of his blade...

You attack Horvak with your Longsword...

Horvak dodges your attack.

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword, but Z'macht parries the attack with his Mace!

Magog is beaten back by Aegraum's assault, recoiling as he is struck yet again. "You will exhaust your strength before you can harm Magog of Moria," the Gothshaka grates, his knuckles whitening as he cools his rage. Waggling his weapon before him, the Morian tests his battered frame, jinging his armor about idly. "Go west, old elf," the Morian counsels, "this is our age." His axe zooms forward in a compact arc, a tentative strike while Magog grapples with his wounds.

Magog attacks Aegraum with his Battle Axe and badly wounds him!

Z'macht ducks and hears Terridan's steel whistle overhead, nearly braining him. He rises, sweating profusely, and finds new strength with the smaller orc at his side. He brings his mace high overhead. "You see, elf-fool, even the most meager of orcs fights unto the death! Why? The fear of the Flame! A fear you will learn!" Z'macht brings his brutalizing mace down, aiming to impact Terridan's glittering helm.

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace and severely wounds him!

Gwaihir wheels and pivots through the quickly scattering crebain, the rest of the eagles catching up, and joining their lord in the rout of the treacherous avians. Like rain they do fall, as the Troll below noted; their feathers rent from them, no mercy shown as their panicked cries dwindle, either swept from the sky by the Eagles or fled in terror.

As the crebain take flight, in more ways than one, and are otherwise occupied by another, the first of the flying shadows above the battlefield circles lower, finally, and perhaps unsurprisingly, revealed as a great Eagle as he gets close enough to the torchlight on the battlefield. The more golden of the eagle's feathers catch and reflect the torchlight brilliantly, though such artistic observations are unimportant in the light of his action: The Eagle, not ot otherwise occupied, bears down on the largest and tallest target before him, the great troll standing sixteen feet above the battlefield. The Eagle states, in no uncertain terms, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" as he closes upon his target, slowing as he nears aiming to rake at the face of the giant creature.

The troll lets out an effiminate yipe as the sword comes close to cleaving into his arm. The troll tries to step to the side to give him a moment ot two to recover. Pursing his lips, he tries to think of a new ploy to use on the elf. A step back and then the troll sends his stone axe down towards the shoulder of the elf with his glowing sword. A diagonal strike with much force in vain hopes of cleaving his opponent.

Horvak attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he misses!

The female snaga craftily examines the movements of her foe as her blade again goes skipping past him, cutting nothing more then the find. In her eyes burns a new appreciationg for this worthy warrior, but this passes quickly, and her face contorts in anger. Lifting her shield and weapon high, she bellows in rage once more, closing the distance between Terridan and herself with considerable speed, her blade lowered to deal a horrible wound.

Rhuiamarth attacks Horvak with his Eagle Claws and lightly wounds him!

Daquerthu attacks Terridan with her Scimitar, but she misses by an arm's length.

Mugruk steps aside the elf's blade. He is slightly upset that the elf doesn't wish to mince words with him. The hunter is not one to be the only one speaking so he lets his war hammer do the talking. The uruk swings the pointy end of his war hammer at the elf's belly.

Mugruk attacks Glindorel with his War Hammer, but he misses by a handspan.

The speed of the blow catches Terridan by surprise... a moment too quick for even the elf to easily turn aside. Falling back, he somehow brings himself to step aside from the sweeping blow of the scimitar. He pulls his blade inward... though the fire does not die from his eyes, he seems to shake his head clear yet again, and begins to move speedily back towards the rest of the elves... but yet not without another sweep of the blade towards Z'macht... though not near as aggressive as the last.

Terridan attacks Z'macht with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

Maegnas goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

Maegnas arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Haldir steps aside from the axe blow, aside but also back again. Every time, he manages to stay just far enough so he can barely reach the troll's arm or hand with his sword, and ready to retreat again. Once more the glowing blade jabs at the black fingers, and once more the elf withdraws it almost immediately.

You attack Horvak with your Longsword...

Horvak parries your attack with his shield!

A leap backward does it take to dodge the blow of Mugruk's spike. There is no word uttered as he does so; only the slight sound of his panting with the effort he makes in such close combat can be heard. Now stepping back in for an attack and having a care to avoid leaving himself open to another swipe, Glindorel swings downward for the orc Mugruk's shoulder.

Glindorel attacks Mugruk with his Longsword, but Mugruk parries the attack with his War Hammer!

Megiddo turns his missed swing at Celeborn's shoulder into a long movement, using the momentum to help turn him to the side, and, holding his shield between him and the elf, runs off, probably to find an easier target. Looking in all directions (Especially behind, to make sure the elf lord isn't following), he approaches one of the other orcs fighting one-on-one, to help out. In this case, it is his king, Magog.

The blow hisses as it rings off Aegraum's shield and bites into the glittering rings across his shoulder. The force of the attack is tremendous, even when glancing. Stepping back, the warrior simply nods, shrugging slightly to adjust the torn circlets of iron. "Magog, is it?" he chuckles blankly, his hazy eyes flickering with incredible speed to assess the foe's disposition. "A name it has. And it even knows a bit of history..." He cirlces more raising the blade to his side, "But perhaps not enough. Not.. quite... enough," he rasps as Angail leaps forward again, this time arcing toward the orc-lord's axe arm.

Barely recovering from the appearance of the might eagle Gwaihir from out of nowhere, the remnants of the flock of crows disperse once more and make haste to be gone from the slaughter. Like a thin gauze over a small patch of the dark sky they speed away along the same path they took in their approach.

Aegraum attacks Magog with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Z'macht lumbers after Terridan, stomp, stomp, stomp... A horror in a dream. The orc's mace rises along with his gruff voice, "Your end is near, light dweller! You will never reach your pathetic friends!" he yells, saliva flinging widely from his gory maw. Blood, mud, and bits of uruk entrails coat the Talashakh's heavy boots as he swings again at Terridan.

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace and terribly wounds him!

Mugruk raises his war hammer and the elf's sword clangs off the metal head of the weapon. Not being one to waste movement and energy in battle, the uruk swings his hammer from it's raised position downward at the top of the elf's head. An audible huff of exertion is the only noise the uruk makes.

Mugruk attacks Glindorel with his War Hammer and lightly wounds him!

Daquerthu grins as she sees the mighty mace of her Chieftain crush through the defenses of the desperate elf, but the look of triumph is soon replaced by one of concentration. Again her hideous brows knit in concentration, and this time she has changed her tactics, rushing forward like a wagon gone heywire to deliver an overhand slash designed to cleave her opponent's shining helm in two.

Daquerthu attacks Terridan with her Scimitar, but she misses by a mile.

As Magog connects with Aegraum, his frustration simmers and a calm smile reclaims his ugly features. "Here is a bit of history for you, elfling," he taunts, "I will tell you the story of Azog the great. It is said an army of elves wet themselves when he arrived." The King's eyes shimmer and his axe rises up - he is slashed in the shoulder, yet another petty wound to add to the list. The axe comes down haltingly, towards the much beloved location of the kneecap and Magog rasps, "When I'm done with you, you won't be able to do that."

Magog attacks Aegraum with his Battle Axe and severely wounds him!

Lifting his shield to take the onrushing mace... Terridan cries out as the arm lets out a sickening *crack*, and the elf is forced to fall back further. Nearly swooning from the fire that burns in his limbs, Terridan moves with all haste away from the two yrch that press at him, and hopes that it is enough...

Only a glancing blow does Mugruk's hammer give, and off his protective coat of mail at that. It hardly serves to push the Banneret back. Immediately after Glindorel is hit, Celebrist is darting through the air, though the swing looks as one in preparation for a hasty retreat, and there is not much force behind it.

Terridan tries to flee from Daquerthu, but he fails!

Glindorel attacks Mugruk with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

It is by pure instinct as the great eagle swoops down to rend his claws along the troll's scaly skin, that Horvak manages to swing up and around to strike at the eagle. It is by pure miracle alone that the elf blade somehow misses.

Gwaihir circles the battle overhead, the Eagles having rid the skies of the evil crows, and calls in reply to one of the other eagles, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Biding his time, then, the Windlord remains aloft over the field of battle, content with diving occasionally toward the ground, the sound of his wingbeats and those of his folk echoing below.

Horvak attacks Rhuiamarth with his Axe and moderately wounds him!

Megiddo yells out as he jogs over to Magog and Aegraum, pick held at shoulder-height, ready for use. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

Magog hisses a hasty response to his under-ruler, "Yes. This one offends me."

Damn the fickle love of the Flame. One day it loves you, then next it lets and elf stab you belly with it's sword. Mugruk's shield hand clutches at the belly wound as his other sends it's reply at the elf. this time he swings a crushing type blow at the elf's arm for Mugruk loves the sounds of bones breaking.

Mugruk attacks Glindorel with his War Hammer and badly wounds him!

Z'macht's blood-dripping maw contorts into a deep and scowling frown as he hovers over Terridan. "There is no escaping me, light-slave!!! You can't even run from a snaga!" Trying to snuff the dimming candle that is Terridan, the Morian Talashakh brings his weapon forcefully downwards towards the Elder Knight's head.

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but Terridan parries the attack with his shield!

With the troll's attention diverted elsewhere, the Commander gets a short reprieve. With a quicl glance he takes in the situation at the battlefield, then half-walks half-runs away from the troll and toward the clashing of the swords.

"Azog was a mother's whelp," barks the Noldo, grimacing with pain as the battered axe rips into his thigh. Bright blood pulses down his shin now as he staggers back a few steps, eyeing the other orc and trying to improve his angle on both. He lays in a defensive swing then, more aimed at garnering a counter-blow that might lend an opening.

Daquerthu again closes the distance between herself and the elf surprisingly quickly, another grin playing itself over her bloated lips. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" she garbles, the words spilling out with emotion and hate. Raising her scimitar she charges, a devestating blow aimed for the elf's shield-arm.

Enough is enough. As the blow from Mugruk's mace crashes into his shield, it nearly breaking under the pressure, Glindorel is driven backward far. The swing landed will have to suffice this day; he is now fully on the retreat from the orc Mugruk.

Daquerthu attacks Terridan with her Scimitar, but she misses by an arm's length.

Glindorel dodges aside Mugruk, and manages to escape!
Glindorel abadons the main path, and works his way southwards...

Aegraum attacks Magog with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

The surprisingly fast reflexes of the troll catch the lesser of the eagles offguard, the recent rain of crows around the troll suddenly being replaced by a short shower of blood as the axe connects and neatly scrapes away a good many abdominal feathers and cuts a moderatly deep gash in the Eagle's flesh. The Eagle, now laboring to gain altitude, now listing towards the side on which his abdomen was injured, answers the other in his slow, simple birdspeech, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

Moving away again, faster than Daquerthu can swing, Terridan manages to bring the ruined arm up to block somehow... shifting the weight of the hit off again. Still he runs, and as quickly as his kind can even on the rough ground. He makes no attempt at fighting... instead, he focuses simply on the flight...

Terridan tries to flee from Daquerthu, but he fails!

Glindorel abadons the main path, and works his way southwards...

Huzghash arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Magog sidesteps Aegraum's swipe and eases to the side, making room for Megiddo. "You fool," the orc retorts venomously, "If you wish to speak about lineage, perhaps we can discuss Bolg the Destroyer." A crimson tongue snakes out of Magog's mouth and wets his lips slowly as he searches for an opening with his eyes. "Bolg is not here to end you, but Magog and Megiddo are. My urine will douse your funeral pyre!" And with a throwaway laugh, Magog pulls back and then brings forward, swinging at the neck so that Megiddo might swing low.

"Coward!" Mugruk snarls after the elf's reatreating back. The elf is lost but there are others who have not fled. the uruk turns and sets his sights on teh the Morghash Chieftain who fights an elf. Swiftly he runs over towards the fight.

Magog attacks Aegraum with his Battle Axe, but he misses by a mile.

Z'macht stomps after Terridan, his ironshod boot glopping and glooping and throwing the odorous refuse of battle this way and that. Again, he tries to smite the elf, smashing hard downward with his mace. Though tired, the fear of the Flame drives Z'macht onward. Terridan wavers before his eyes...

Z'macht attacks Terridan with his Mace, but Terridan parries the attack with his Longsword!

Horvak turns to face the elf once more, hatred in his very face. Only to find the elf gone... Horvak perplexed again with the sudden loss of the elf, scans about the battlefield. Everynow and then he holds his shield above his head in a sudden cringing, warding off gesture, terrified the bird will return. Checking his feet to make sure he didn't accidentally squish the elf, Horvak begins to head back to the orcish lines ignoring the other participants. Yet he pauses to watch the King and the elf do battle. He steps forward as if to enter the fray, though his eyes are only upon the King...

Megiddo halts, breathing heavy, and watches as Magog try (And, sadly, fail) to cut off Aegraum's head. Then, he takes the chance offered by Magog, and swings low, aiming to break one of the elf's kneecaps while it's busy recovering from avoiding the neck blow. "Hah!" he snarls as he starts to strike, "Waste of good piss!"

Megiddo attacks Aegraum with his War Hammer, but he misses by an arm's length.

Horvak starts as he notices both the Latadurub and the King engage the elf. Any moments of treachery are forgotten. The troll begins to head away from the battle and back toward the orcish lines.

Turning aside the mace even as he slips past the scimitar yet again, Terridan finally brings his good arm to his defense, keeping the mace away from him. As he runs, he brings one foot down hard, kicking a few rocks back towards his assailants... not seeking to do any damage, just something to distract the pair... for a moment is all the elf needs as he surges southward away from the yrch...

Terridan abadons the main path, and works his way southwards...

Mugruk closes in on teh elf now, within striking distance. The uruk raises his war hammer and takes one last step closer to the elf. There is a gleam of madness in the uruk's eyes as he locks his sights on the elf. Suddenly his eye catches another fight that doesn't seem to be going well. the Kings fights but poorly so Mugruk goes to aide him.

The female snaga nods in reverence to her talanted foe, giving him the honor of her approval. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" she growls, eyeing him with mixed feelings. Turning to her Talkshakh, she plants her glistening blade in the soiled ground, taking a rest for a moment in the twighlight of the battle. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" she questions. Waiting for an answer, she uneasily looks around the battlefield, surveying the carnage.

On the defensive, with foes seeming to increase by the moment, the Noldo begins to move in practices steps, a choreographed set of motions taught to him ages ago for an overwhelming situation. "Sadly appropriate," murmers the warrior to himself as he first steers Magog's blow to the side, then angles away from the Hammer strike of his lackey. The bright sword of Aman is everywhere, now flickering toward preset positions. He swipes a blow toward the legs of the underling this time - one more part of the dance.

Aegraum attacks Megiddo with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

Haldir has finally made his way across the battlefield, littered with lifeless bodies, broken pieces of armor, and shards of weapons. The sword still glows in his hand, but even the ancient blade seems tired, its light less piercing. With several groups of fighters duelling on all sides of him, while the bulk of the both armies is scattered or retreated, he again takes a moment to consider the situation.

Whilst Aegraum attacks Magog, the orc king stands back and quickly draws a small flask from about his waist. Uncorking it, he tosses a draught down his parched throat, taking advantage of the superior numbers to finally achieve a brief halt in battle. "Run away," he suggests to Aegraum, wiping his mouth off and replacing the flask, readying his weapon anew.

Magog tends to the injuries on his own person.

Z'macht sneers as he watches his prey scuttle away, nursing his broken arm like some diseased foul. However, the arrows in Z'macht's side nag incessantly. He grimaces and looks downward, dismayed at the amount of blood that is visible. The orc limps away from any action, holding one particularly painful shaft in his side. He grunts and tries to break off the elven insult...

Moving back in from the outskirts, what remains of the elfish Blackguard follows the now tattered, and blood-stained Lord Celeborn. Battle-light is in his eyes, and blood splotches his blade and his tabard. Still... the blade of the old Prince flashes --- and he comes in upon another knot of battle. Two great warriors, and their guard, assault a lone elfin-noldor.

"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

Horvak peers around the battlefield taking in the combatants. Orc, goblins, and elves lie dead and dying all about. Yet...Yet...the troll is not happy. He glares as the king and the latadurub attack an elf together, the King will survive this day. Horvak turns around and stalks off the battlefield

After some time, the Eagle Rhuiamarth regains sufficient altitude to more effectively circle about and survey the battlefield. And circle he does! At length, he calls to his lord, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

Megiddo hops back out of the way of the glittering sword, and it passes harmlessly before him, without the orc even needing to use his shield to block it. Then, dancing forward on nimble feet, the orc growls at Magog, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" He growls more, this time at Aegraum, and the pick flashes out towards tender elven flesh again, striking at his side, above the hip.

Megiddo attacks Aegraum with his War Hammer, but Aegraum parries the attack with his Longsword!

Mugruk steps closer to his king and his fight. As he does so movement on the ground catches his eye. An elf, still living, clutching at a broken bow beside him. The hunter pauses over the elf's body. The last thing the elf sees before he dies is Mugruk's maw opening as he lowers his face to the elfs. A stifled cry and ripping fleash at the last sound the elf makes as the uruk bites part of his face and neck off.

Daquerthu nods as the Chieftain stalks off, her eyes filled with concern for him. However, the battle can wait for her no longer, and she is engulfed in it, being swept this way and that. Finally, she is able to disengage herself from the tide, rejoining her comrades-in-arms and make herself usefull. Thus the Flame's servant continues with her duties.

Surveying the battle below, Gwaihir calls in response to the query, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

Rushing in from the side, Celeborn's blade flashes towards the nearest of the orcish-warlords -- Magog. What blood stains there might be there, and whatever blood that might continue to spill about him, the Lord takes no heed. A war-cry echoes and he falls upon the orcs and small knot of elves with a great rage.

Mortelpe flashes, his aim directed at the King of Moria. His old, almost original opponant and foe.

Celeborn attacks Magog with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

Magog is already running by the time Celeborn has committed to pursuing him. Aegraum being handled by others. "We leave," Magog tells his Latadurub, "I want to share my victuals with you." His flat nostrils flare and his legs set into motion. The Orc King begins to try to bound away, to live to fight another day.

The repose of the orcish lord is not lost on the Noldo, and his comment boils within the depths of his ancient spirit. But the field is grim at this point, with many of woodland elves fallen or injured, and he begins reach out beyond himself, seeking for his brethren. He gets his response soon enough, and though he cannot see the Sindarin Lord, he knows his disposition. With a sudden movement, he lunges from his angular position to Magog and his underling - just at the same moment that Celeborn enters the fray. He puts many steps between their positions, but pauses and glances rapidly about, seeking other elves.

The Commander is close behind his Lord, his steps somewhat slowed by the wounds he took, but he struggles to catch up with Celeborn and stands at his side, sword at the ready. A quick glance is cast, but no words are spoken and Haldir straightens himself up, the presence of his Lord seems to give him strenght. His own sword reflects Mortelpe's glow, and is also ready to strike.

Magog tries to flee from Celeborn, but he fails!

Megiddo curses something in his orcish dialect, something that sounds so foul it's a wonder that nearby plants don't burst into flame, as the silver-haired elf follows, apparently having chased him after all. He heeds Magog's order, starting to back away from the elves -- but not before taking another swipe at Celeborn, this time aiming at the elf's side like his previous blow at Aegraum's, hopefully with more luck this time with the pick.

Elves with blue swords are not something Mugruk wants to deal with. The hunter starts on his way back to the camp, pausing only to grab a discarded spear and to grab a still living uruk by the leg. Slowly the uruk pulls his load back toward the camp and away from the stupid elves with glowing swords.

Mugruk picks up a javelin.

Megiddo attacks Celeborn with his War Hammer, but he misses by an arm's length.

A flash of burning steel, Celeborn's blade Mortelpe whips past the retreating Morian King. But no matter, the Lord grunts to himself. For indeed, there was some recognition, but... what foe splatted with blood does not look like a spattered foe? Instead, he uses his momentum to continue on to the next foe - Megiddo.

Celeborn swings his blade in a forward swing towards the shoulder area, and the neck area.

Rhuiamarth says in Eagle, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Responds Rhuiamarth to his lord. The Eagle now swirls about and begins descending again as below him the greater part of the remaining orcs are breaking off and heading westward. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" That said, the eagle's descent is speeded westward, out of the view of those upon the emptying battlefield."

Celeborn attacks Megiddo with his Longsword and badly wounds him!

How odd that the hunter doesn't grab an uruk but an Uruk-hai and a she too. Slowly the uruk makes his way back towards the camp. As he goes he sends a few more snaga at the back of the lines forward to drag off uruks. As Mugruk goes away from the battle the snagas start picking up beaten orcs and dragging tehm back.

Magog goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

Megiddo's shield is covering the left side of his body, and the elf lord's sword is coming towards his right shoulder. The orc manages to move the shield part way, enough to have its iron-banded edge deflect the sword enough that it only bites into his upper arm rather than destroying his shoulder, the iron rings sewn into the thick leather of his armor not doing much to stop the blow. He grimaces, showing sharpened teeth, as dark blood starts to pour from the slash in his upper arm. The wound stops him before being able to effectively hold up his pick as well, and so, he starts to back away faster, trying to get enough free space between himself and Celeborn so he can turn to run away. Again.

Yanog goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

Megiddo tries to flee from Celeborn, but he fails!

The dead and wounded lay in heaps all over the field, some piling as high as the waist. Many of the orcs have retreated to the safety of their encampment, but some still stray on the field of battle, searching for companions who have not been slain. Daquerthu is one such uruk. Her posture is straight, her head swivels back and forth to scan the bodies. Suddenly, an uruk pincushioned with arrows groans and stirs in his unconscious delerium. The female snaga recognizes the uruk Zupgugh for her days in the Feasting Hall, and she hurries over to him, carefully guarding her rear with her blade. Upon arrival, she sheathes her scimitar and hefts the wounded orc on to her shoulder. "Courage, friend," she whispers, "the Flame has not abandoned you yet." She hurries back toward the encampment of moria, trying to dodge the incoming arrows that fall only occationally now.

Daquerthu seems satisfied that the need for a weapon has passed and slowly returns her blade to its sheath.

Daquerthu takes Zupgugh.

Moving almost syncroneously with his Lord, Haldir swings his sword at one of the orcs who attack him, the one who is lagging behind as his king retreats away. Holsing his shield to protect his side, and ready to defend Celeborn from an attack should it come to this, Haldir steps forward and sends his blade striking again. For a second, his grace and speed seems to come back to him, and the blade dances in the air as if it was an extension of his arm, not something he merely holds.

The snagas run about finding the highest rank orcs they can to drag away. One grabs the Master Gurad by the face and starts pulling him away. A second grabs a silly little smith orc by the arm and starts to drag in the direction that Mugruk went.

Turning back to the last knot of intense combat, Aegraum finally takes a moment to breath. The scene about him is freakish, not as large by far but perhaps as grizzly as many of the battles in which he has partaken. He watches the final blows by the Lord of Lothlorien before the remaining orcs pull back, and then walks slowly forward, his senses still taught as a drum, to stand beside the Lord and his Commander.

Tathren arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Tathren.

Yanog arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Tathren wraps herself tighter in her cloak, draws the hood over her head, and ... just vanishes. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a quick movement nearby, but when you look closer, there's nothing there.

Huzghash arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Legirion arrives from the east, the vales stretching behind the background of Legirion.

Gwaihir watches from above as the orcs begin to break and flee, but does not join those of his folk who decide to pursue and harry their retreat. Rather, he swoops down toward the elves, settling onto a rock as near to them as he can find place for.

Mithryn wraps herself tighter in her cloak, draws the hood over her head, and ... just vanishes. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a quick movement nearby, but when you look closer, there's nothing there.

Fumm travels to the north, his path clearly marked as it winds northward.

Rhuiamarth goes west, braving the mountain by going closer to it.

Mugruk travels to the north, his path clearly marked as it winds northward.

Legirion staggers back to the battlefield, limping and favoring one leg, clutching a bunch of his tattered grey cloak to his chest, from which an arrow protrudes. His breaths come ragged as he looks around, pausing to lean against a tree and survey the scene.

Unrelenting, the old Lord continues the strokes from his blade. Hissing out, "You meet your doom, Uruk..." Celeborn slashes. Once again diagnal, but from the other direction, left to right. Heedless of the blood, and heedless of the gore, he closes in and stomps through dead friend and foe alike.

Celeborn attacks Megiddo with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Erinstar gets dragged along, leaving a disturbing amount of blood in his wake...

Rhofalneth arrives from the west, towards Redhorn pass.

Legirion looks down, and grits his teeth as he crouches to pick up his bow from the ground.

Megiddo's shield is on the wrong side of his body again, and once again, doesn't move the heavy thing back in time, and takes another wound, though this one isn't as bad as the first. This time it's on his left thigh, and dark blood makes a spreading patch on his leg. Limping now, the orc continues to try and break free, feinting to his left this time before moving for real off to the right.

Megiddo tries to flee from Celeborn, but he fails!

Indeed, Celeborn must be in a frenzy -- his Silver hair streaming back behind him, and his voice raised out in a banshee cry. Once again, like so many times this bloody night, his blade rises and falls, playing the butcher... or perhaps an avenging Lord. Upon the retreating Megiddo, the old blade Mortelpe flashes towards his backside -- one last gasp and blow to kill.

Celeborn attacks Megiddo with his Longsword and badly wounds him!

Aglahad wraps himself tighter in his cloak, draws the hood over his head, and ... just vanishes. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a quick movement nearby, but when you look closer, there's nothing there.

Megiddo springs away, his feint having apparently succeeded. Well, almost, as he bounds away, leaving a trail of blood drops behind. But he'll have trouble sitting down for a while... ouch. It seems he gets the parting shot, though, as the gaping hole in the seat of his pants lets him moon Celeborn as he runs away.

Aegraum abadons the main path, and works his way southwards...