Middle-earth time is:
Daytime on Trewsday, Day 4 of May, 3011
Real time is: 13:50:52 MST on Wed Apr 23 1997

Contents:
Jonuk
Kurnak

The group marches onward for a few miles until the barren rocks around Moria turn into the edge of a line of trees. But its not just a copse of trees. It seems that a entire wood scretches ahead. Kurnak turns and casts his eyes around and then grunts fearfuly "Uh..Uh oh. Diz ain't da spot I was trying to get toez"

Jonuk growls angrily "Whatz you mean thiz is not place!"

The tall mellyrn sway gently in the wind, and a multitude of shadows dances under their golden leaves. Some of those shadows seem to move unnaturally fast... when you try to look at them longer they seem to just disappear.

Brotak arrives from along the faint road leading west.
Brotak has arrived.

Kurnak glances around at the other people in his group and then looks at the trees between his red eyes. Suddenly he lifts his nose to the sky and begins sniffing the air. Kurnak lowers his head and grits his teeth "UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH"

Brotak says something unintelligible.

Jonuk examines the shadows. They seem strange to him almost to lifelike.

Brotak enters from a path to the north, and walks to his allies, wondering why they look so weary...

The wind changes direction, and its sudden gust brings to you what sounds like a whisper, or perhaps a whole chorus of whispers, quiet melodical exchange in unfamilliar language, so perfectly blending into the hushing of the mallorn leaves that it seems to be the speach of the the trees and the grass itself.

Brotak draws nearer the group...

Kurnak hisses nastily at Bull and holds up his hand to indicate silence. He then glances at the trees in front and then at the ones behind. He growls softly at the scent and then looks at Jonuk and Brotak "UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH"

Jonuk starts to growl sensing something is amiss but cannot quite place it.

Brotak twitches his lip in anger, looking to the shadows...

Brotak says something unintelligible.

Jonuk draws the scimitar Elven Bane from its sheath hungry for elven blood.

Jonuk looks around cautiously for the elves that Kurnak smells.

Kurnak growls again at the other uruk. Slowly he slides his hammer off his back with his left hand while his right pulls down his shield. Hw slowly begins to walks toward the trees "UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH"

As the group of Uruks approaches the forest, it becomes unmistakeably clear - these are the voices you hear, quiet voices like ringing of multitude of tiny silver bells.

Jonuk dams these cursed sounds and can't wait to have them silenced forever.

Brotak begins to take a defensive stance, compacting his body to avoid arrows...

Kurnak slides shadow fire off his back and brings the massive hammer around into a fighting position
Kurnak reaches behind him a slides his arm throuhg the leather straps of his shield. He then pulls down and holds it in front of his chest
Kurnak snarls and takes a quick step back as he hears the voices. He turns and spits on the leaves. He then adopts a fighting position and yells out "Youz elfies! If youz are up der den come and show yerselves! Or are youz to afraid?"

Jonuk takes a defensive stance and awaits the elves.

Some of the voices seem to grow quieter and fade into the wood, reachign you from far away before falling silent. But here and there a shadow passes momentarily, handly noticeable between the leaves.
Suddenly, a disembodied voice calls from above, from the foliage of the tree, "GORO!" The shout sounds like a command, tearing the nervous silence of just a moment ago.

Brotak steps closer to jonuk.

Kurnak lets out a roar of challange and swings his warhammer around in a circle toward one of the young mallorn trees. Leaves fall from the top of the tree and back flies up from the blow

Jonuk turns his back to Brotak so he will not have to worry about cowardly elven attacks to his back.

A high-pitched whistle of gray-feathered arrows fills the air. The strings of great bows of Lorien sing their deadly song, and black blood stains the ground as the arrows find their targets.

Kurnak roars in rage and springs back while raising his shield to body level to deflect several of the arrows. One strikes him in the shoulder and pieces his chain. Black blood leakes forth and runs down his arm

Jonuk stumbles back with an arrow protruding from his leg. Fortunately the wound is shallow so he reaches down and grabs the shaft and wrentches it free with a howl of pain and rage.

One after the other, volleys or arrows whistle through the air, coming from what seems to be just a dense wall of leaves gleaming with gold.

After a volley of arrows, the branches suddenly part, and few gray-cloaked Elves with bright eyes and shining swords in their hands appear where you could have sworn there was nothing just a moment ago.

Kurnak falls behind a tree as the arrows rip into his shield and the ground beside him. He throws himself behind a tree for some cover and continues yelling out "Come down and fight youz elfies!" His request is seemingly granted as several elves appear from the trees. Kurnak howls in rage and leaps from behind the tree and makes a beeline directly for one of the elves

Jonuk growls and charges the elf closest to him with his sword raised high to attack.

Brotak springs on an elf-guard, sword low, tying for a gut wound...

Kurnak shifts his shield up onto his arm as he springs foreward and then raises his hammer high up above his head in both hands and then swings it down in a arc toward the chest of the elf he is fighting.

The Elves move lightly and lightning-fast, almost flying above the ground. The swords clash, and some of the attacks reach their targets. The screams of pain and battle rage fill the air, mixing with the cold ringing of metal.

Jonuk charge the nearby elf and swings in a diagonal slash downward.

The Elf parries with a high-raised swords and steps backward, springing on his feet to cussion the strength of the attack.

Brotak reverses his blade, and aims the pommel into the chin of the elf, trying to break the jaw

The heavy pommel grazes fair face of the Elf, and he stumbles, shocked with concussion and pain.

Brotak howls with bloodlust.

Kurnak springs as the elf steps back and makes use of the momentary raise of the elves blade to swing his hammer downward toward the elves right hip. Kurnak roars out a challenge in the dark uruk tounge as his hammer falls

Jonuk drops into a crouch grabs a handful of dirt and throws it at the elf's face while he swings at the elf's knees with his left hand.

Brotak makes a slash for the elfie's exposed throat while it is still stunned..
Brotak says something unintelligible.

Kurnak's blade dives under the shining elven sword and opens a long thin gash across his hips. The Elf holds his sword aimed at Kurnak, and tries to hop back wards, into the safety of the trees. The bracnhes sway to let through few more of the attackers, but the Elves are still outnumbered. A loud call is heard across the battlefield, and in response a reply comes from the wood, and an Elf appears from the shadows of the mellyrn.
OOC: Glendor ICly appears with this pose.

Brotak says something unintelligible.

This one, unlike all others, does not hold a sword, but grips a long staff in his hands. Many small pouches are attached to his belt.

Brotak looks at the newcomer through blood-hungry eyes...

Kurnak screams across the field of battle to his fellow uruk speaking in dark words "UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH" He then turns to face the elf with the staff that just appearerd. He swings his hammer in challange and begins to advance

Brotak says something unintelligible.

The sword-wielding Elves seem to keep an eye on the newcommer, and try to protect him from attacks if possible, but they are too few, and their line has many gaps large enough to dart through.

Brotak says something unintelligible.

Glendor reaches an Elf with the wound on his thighs, which managed to crawl back almost to the edge of hte wood before his strenght left him.

Brotak looks to Kurnak...
Brotak says something unintelligible.
Brotak says something unintelligible.
Brotak says something unintelligible.
Brotak says something unintelligible.

Kurnak howls in fierce joy as his hammer smashes the skull of a wounded elf. He then jumps over a fallen log and lands near Glendor. With a hiss he begins to advance

Jonuk follows behind Kurnak eyeing the dead and wounded elves hungrily.

Brotak begins to advance through the hurt elves, dispatching all between him and the staff-wielder..

Charmat emerges from the forest.
Charmat has arrived.

Brotak says something unintelligible.

Charmat whispers into the shadows, quiet and hopefully unheard as she surveys the situation.

Kurnak continues to advance on Glendor his eyes burning with rage. He slaps the side of his hammer against his shield and hisses "Ghaaash..Elf ob ghaash..Youz will soon be in the flames of death elfie"

Two younger Elves carry one of the bodies into the wood, under the protective cover of shadows and gray mist which lies under the mellyrn hiding them as a cloak. Seeing the yrch advance, and his guard scattered and engaged in fights all around, Glendor jumps forward, standing between the attackers and the Elf he attempted to help last, and grips his staff tighter. His hand hold it at shoulder-width, diagonally across his body.

Kurnak cackles and reaches up to slide the visor down on his helmet. He then assumes a fighting position and chuckles and the elf "Come here elf...Come here and face Kurnak..Or are youz to afraid?"

Brotak moves to stand off to kurnak's right, and turns toward the elf.

Charmat moves quickly to attend to the body that was drung into the bushes, staying best she can to the shadows.

Jonuk tries to get behind the elf while he is occupied with Kurnak and Brotak.

Jonuk says something unintelligible.

Brotak draws Elf-Biter out of its black sheath with an evil hiss

Kurnak raises both his eyebrows within his helmet and then snaps his hammer out ito mid air and then back. A hiss escapes from within his helm as he waits

Charmat shakes her head saddly as the beaten elf passes on. Her eyes flick to the battle before her, and she recognizes one. With a snarl, she stands, though not yet reveiling herself, and fingers the staff.

Brotak is occupied with an elf, but is gaining the upper hand, as the frail elf grows tired...

Erinstar emerges from the forest.
Erinstar has arrived.
Charmat sees the elf start to tire, and moves out of the shadows to help, her staff firmly in hand.

An elven warcry echoes throughout the wood.

Erinstar brusts out of the trees, longbow in hand.

Jonuk says something unintelligible.

Arehir emerges from the forest.
Arehir has arrived.

Jonuk says something unintelligible.

Brotak turns to face the she-elf...

Glendor does not wait for the orch to advance too close to the fallen, but instead leaps forward. His left hand slides up along the staff - in a lightning-fast motion his grip is changed so he is holding at the very end of the staff. With another step forward, he stabs down aiming at Kurnak's leg, reaching forward as far as the staff can do.

Curulin emerges from the forest.
Curulin has arrived.

The sun sinks in the sky and falls below the horizon. Nighttime takes over.

You attack Kurnak with your Staff...
Your attack against Kurnak lightly wounds him!

Brotak howls as the sun sinks!

Erinstar fires off an arrow at the howling orc.
Erinstar launches an arrow...
Erinstar's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Charmat charges the orch, her staff whiping around in the manner she was taught.

Kurnak yells in pain as the unexpected attack hits him in the knee joint. He falls back for a second and then straigtens and lets out a cry of rage as he lunges foreward ang swings his hammer down in a arc toward Glendor while calling out to the other uruks "UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH"

From the tree line, a swarm of arrows head toward the other yrch...

Brotak grunts as the poor marksman ship of an elf is made tangible, and dashes towards the she-elf, slashing Elf-Biter from left to right on a lethal backhand...
Brotak attacks Charmat with his Short Sword and badly wounds her!

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

Kurnak attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!

Erinstar says in Sindarin, "Charmat, get out of here!"

Jonuk approaches the strange elf cautiously looking for an opening in the elf's defenses. Seeing an opening present itself he swinging at the elf's side.
Jonuk attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he misses!

Brotak howls in delight!

Curulin comes out from the forest and fires his bow at Jonuk.

Charmat doubles over in pain, but ignores Erinstar. Shaking off the pain, she rewields her staff, and proceeds.

Erinstar nocks a second arrow to the string and tries to get a lock on Brotak.

Seeing the maid in the fray, Arehir shoulders his bow, and draws Gaileg with a roar.

Charmat attacks Brotak with her Staff and moderately wounds him!

Arehir flips his cloak aside and draws bright Gaileg from his scabbard with a metallic hiss.
Arehir rushes toward the orc that assails the elf maid.

Jonuk dodges to the right trying to avoid the arrow coming at him.

Erinstar waits til Charmat's swing connects to release his arrow.

Brotak staggers slightly under the pressure of the staff, but recovers.

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

Glendor glances warily back, for just a moment, as the sun goes down, but takes his eyes off the attacking orc just for a split second, before anyone can notice it he's again alert and his attention is just on the battle. He quickly leaps aside, letting both the warhammer and scimitar cut through the air where he was standing just a moment ago. Before the orc can raise the heavy warhammer again, Glendor swings his staff horisontally at the shoulder level. The whistling arc of spinning hardwood is aimed at Kurnak's head, just below the visor.

Erinstar says in Sindarin, "Charmat, get back!"

You attack Kurnak with your Staff...
Kurnak dodges your attack.

Charmat stumbles back a step as the staff makes contact, her body vibrating from the previous wound. Her hand goes to the bloody gash, leaving the staff for only a moment. Once again she ignores Erinstar, and clasps the staff in her hand, ready.

Alenaldar emerges from the forest.
Alenaldar has arrived.

Curulin launches an arrow...
Curulin's bowshot hits Jonuk, badly wounding him.

Brotak grins at the patheic elves, longing for their blood to moisten his black lips. He again swings at Charmat, this time on an uppercut aimed at her left leg...
Brotak attacks Charmat with his Short Sword and moderately wounds her!

Arehir finally arrives at Charmat's side, and calls, " Get back lady!"

Kurnak makes the unexpected duck when the weapon was angled to catch him if he moved back. Rasing his hammer he swings it down toward the side of the elf woman's knee
Kurnak attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!

Curulin looks around the scene and try to locate the orcs around.

Jonuk weaves in and strikes at the elf's leg while he is occupied with Kurnak.
Jonuk attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he misses!

The fire in Charmat's eyes flicker as she is once again slashed, but this time very lightly. Anger colors her skin as teeth grit.. Prepared to flee, she lays one more swing against Brotak, wishing him dead with all her being.
Charmat attacks Brotak with her Staff and lightly wounds him!

Curulin looks angry at the orc that attacked his fellow and raises his bow to fire.

Charmat stumbles away, dragging her staff along, trying to get away now that there are two elves on the orch that wounded the poor tired elf.

Brotak is shaken by the blow, but not that much. He steps back and makes ready...

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

Jonuk turns to face the elf that shot him and slices at him.
Jonuk attacks Curulin with his Scimitar, but he misses by a handspan.

Arehir grits his teeth as the lady finally retreats, and turns to face the foul yrch...

Erinstar runs forward to move between Brotak and Charmat, allowing her a safe retreat.

Alenaldar makes her way out of the forest, seeing Charmat she rushes to her side to help, " Cousin! What has happened?"

Curulin makes a swift movement and awoids the attack and runs a few step to get in a stance to shoot.

Charmat moves quickly to the fallen elf, and attempts to drag him into the safety of the wood. As Alenaldar approaches, she hisses, " Help me get him in!"

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

Jonuk drops into a crouch avoiding the arrow then jumps foward slicing at the elf.

Glendor jumps up in the air, over the swinging blades. Still mid-air, he whirls his staff at Kurnak, a quick shot forward, without much strenght. The inertia of the hit lets him land a little back from where he was standing, on his feet. He springs lightly as he lands, and draws the staff into defensive position again.
You attack Kurnak with your Staff...
Kurnak dodges your attack.

Jonuk attacks Curulin with his Scimitar, but he misses by a hair.

Erinstar launches a greay-feathered arrow at Brotak in an attempt to discourage him from going after the retreating elves.
Erinstar launches an arrow...
Erinstar's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Alenaldar attempts to drag the elf to safety, pulling at his arms and edging towards the wood again...

Curulin says, "Get of my back you ugly creature." He turns to fire a very close range shot."

Brotak losing his previous prey, focuses on the second attacker, and runs a mad dash across thebattlefield, stapping at the elf's midsection...

With a feral yell, Arehir feints left, then whirls and brings his blade down across the orc's shoulder...

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

Arehir attacks Brotak with his Longsword, but Brotak parries the attack with his Short Sword!

Brotak attacks Erinstar with his Short Sword, but he misses by a mile.

Kurnak ducks to the side and grips his warhammer in both hand. With a scream of rage he hurls his full force into a sweep attacking from his side toward the elf. The hammer whistles through the air toward the elf warrior's floating ribs
Kurnak attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he misses!

Jonuk rolls to the side avoiding the arrows aimed his way. He then gets up cursing the cowardly elves and charges the nearest one.
Jonuk attacks Curulin with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.

Erinstar rolls to the side of the blade as it whistles over his head. Too close to fire, he brings his bow up like a staff, aiming it at the orc's head.

Curulin continues to run around to awoid the orc that runs after him and swings constantly...after a while he can shoot.
Curulin launches an arrow...
Curulin's bowshot hits Jonuk, badly wounding him.

Arehir follows in from behind as the orc attack the archer.

The two maidens managed to pull the fallen elf to saftey. Dropping to his side, her wounds ignored, Charmat digs around franticly in her bags that she had left in the shadows. Her gaze flicks to the body of the elf that lays silent and still further in the forest. Spurred by her earlier failure, she busies herself with the job of healing the elf, ignoring the melee further out. She turns to Alena and whispers instructions.

Jonuk rolls to the side avoiding the arrows aimed his way. He then gets up cursing the cowardly elves and charges the nearest one.
Jonuk attacks Curulin with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.

Arehir lunges, and brinngs his blade whistling across the orc's back
Arehir attacks Brotak with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Alenaldar kneels beside the elf, nodding as Charmat tells her what to do...she grabs the cloth and presses it against one of the wounds...

Glendor's defensive posture serves him well - the staff is protecting most of his body. The swing of his staff knocks the hammer aside, and he himself steps to the other side, completely avoiding the blow. Not wasting time to raise the staff or grip it for a swing, he stomps down with it, trying to hit Kurnak's foot.
You attack Kurnak with your Staff...
Your attack against Kurnak mildly wounds him!

Curulin takes a stance and fire a the following orc "Do you never give up creature."

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

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

Jonuk laughs as the arrows fly by him and strikes at the elven scum.
Jonuk attacks Curulin with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!

Curulin's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Kurnak twists to the side but the end of the staff hits him in the ankle. He hisses in pain and then brings his weapon up over his left shoulder and sweeps it down toward the elf's staff arm. The weapon is moving ver yfast and you can tell it has power to it
Kurnak furiously attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

Brotak growls, as the attacks have only renewed his fury, and swings at Erinstar again...
Brotak attacks Erinstar with his Short Sword and badly wounds him!

Erinstar's bow is knocked out of his hand!
Erinstar ducks back from Brotak as Arehir engages him and turns to help Curulin.

Curulin screams in pain as the orcs blade cuts his hand and sends his bow flying.

The elf the maids are working on becomes slightly conscious, rolling to his side as he attempts to get up, muttering about needing to help. Charmat holds him down with a firm hand, shaking her head, indicating the severity of his wounds.

Brotak says something unintelligible.

Curulin falls to his knee and grabs his hand and tries to stop the blood.

Arehir snarls with rage as the elf in front of him is hit, and renews his attack on the orc...
Arehir attacks Brotak with his Longsword and moderately wounds him!

Charmat hisses to Alenaldar as she attempts to hold down the stubborn elf, " Go get help.. Send some of the /big/ apprentices.."

Jonuk knocks the longbow to the side out of reach from the elf

Alenaldar looks to Charmat, eyes wide with fear and concern for the wounded elf, she whispers something, looking back to the elf as she speaks...

Brotak howls in pain as he is hit yet again!

Brotak gins at the weaponless elf...

Alenaldar gives a quick nod to Charmat, ducking back into the forest...
Alenaldar plunges into the dense growth of northern Lorien.
Alenaldar has left.

Glendor's hand is knocked off from the staff as he attempts to step back, just a bit too slow. Through the torn cloak a stain of red blood shows up. Gritting his teeth in pain he catches the staff which he was holding in one hand hits Kurnak with its middle, more pushing himself away from the orch than striking.

Curulin stands uo and beginns to walk to the side.

You attack Kurnak with your Staff...
Your attack against Kurnak mildly wounds him!

Erinstar cries out in pain as the blade bites into him. Shouting in fury he hammers into Brotak with his fists.
Erinstar attacks Brotak with his Bare Hands, but he misses by a mile.

Arehir shaking his head with some wonder that the yrch does not turn, he redoubles his attack...

Brotak howls in pain, as he is sliced by Arehir's attack, and missed by Erinstar, but resumes his offensive...
Brotak attacks Erinstar with his Short Sword and moderately wounds him!

Arehir attacks Brotak with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

Brotak says something unintelligible.

Erinstar manages to duck the swing, but not before it slashes across his arm.

Brotak grins at the pathetic attempt on his life by Arehir...

Kurnak steps to the side and manages to avoid most of the attack. The edge snaps into his shoulder and from within his helm his eyes blaze in fury. He grips his hammer and swings it foreward taking no care to his defense. Just to hurting this elf

Arehir recovers from the miss, and tries to cirlce around between the orc and the unarmed elf...

Kurnak furiously attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

Still the wounded elf struggles with the healer maiden. Frustrated, and seeing that most of his wounds are on his head region, Charmat moves to sit on him so that he cannot rise. The elf *OMPHS*, but remains in the ground while the healer adminsters soothing herbs.

Brotak, still posessed with bloodlust, turns to erinstar, and makes ready to attack...

Erinstar lashes out at the orc again crying out, "ELBERETH!!!"
Erinstar attacks Brotak with his Bare Hands and mildly wounds him!

Arehir growls, " Fall back, brother! You cannot bring down this beat with your hands!"

Jonuk quickly approaches Arehir and strikes.
Jonuk attacks Arehir with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!

Brotak is about to develop a bruise where Erinstar hit him, but thinks nothing of it. He slices for Erin's midsection with the tip of his blade...
Brotak attacks Erinstar with his Short Sword, but he misses by a mile.

Arehir spins to the side as he takes the scimitar across his shoulder. He regains his footing, and wades in...
Arehir attacks Jonuk with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

Jonuk parries the elf's attack and strikes low.
Jonuk attacks Arehir with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!

Erinstar rolls backwards, the blade missing him completely. He is finally close enoguh to his bow to pick it up and set an arrow to string.
Erinstar picks up a Longbow.

Erinstar wields Erinstar's longbow.

Curulin falls to his knees at the side of the battle ground and take a piece of his clothes to put on his hand.

Glendor's escape almost succeeds... almost. The tip of the warhammer rips throug his cloak, barely touching his chest. While the inertia of hte heavy weapon carries it farhter in the swing, past him, he steps forward and to the side, and reaches with his staff, swinging it low at the orc's leg. His forward step brings him close enough to the target that he can aim for the back of the knee, trying to trip the beast.

The fallen elf finally relaxes as the herbs take affect. Wiping sweat from her brow, Charmat moves once again to his side, her hands moving quickly before he awakes again to fight with her.

You attack Kurnak with your Staff...
Your attack against Kurnak mildly wounds him!

Arehir staggars backwards as he takes another blow. He cirlces to the side then, and stabs deftly at the midsection...

Vardedhel emerges from the forest.
Vardedhel has arrived.

Brotak snarls at his missed target, and advances...

Erinstar looses the arrow on the quickly approaching orc, praying that this one will hit.

Curulin runs back into the chaos.

Erinstar launches an arrow...
Erinstar's bowshot hits Brotak, badly wounding him.

Vardedhel runs in and says out of breath, " I hear fighting! Whoa!"
Vardedhel backpedels and dives behind a tree

Arehir attacks Jonuk with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

Kurnak cries out as the weapon slams across the backs of his knees. He crashes to the ground but uses his momentum to roll toward the elf and swing upward toward's his knee
Kurnak furiously attacks you with his War Hammer!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

Brotak is staggered by the hit, and rages towards Erin, " Die You snaga-wannabee!"
Brotak attacks Erinstar with his Short Sword and moderately wounds him!

Erinstar's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Curulin reaches is lost bow and grabs it and takes a stance.

Jonuk backs away from the swordthrust and rushes forward swinging.
Jonuk attacks Arehir with his Scimitar, but he misses by a mile.

Vardedhel curses and hurredly unslings his bow and fumbles for an arrow.

Curulin aims his bow at Jonuk.

Arehir parries the attack aside, then whirls and swings with a downward arch...

Curulin picks up a Longbow.

Arehir attacks Jonuk with his Longsword and badly wounds him!

Curulin wields Longbow.

Yikes! An arrow!
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Curulin launches an arrow...
Curulin's bowshot hits Jonuk, moderately wounding him.

Brotak grins at the poor aim of elves...

Jonuk staggers back from the blow. Shakes his head and attacks Arehir.
Jonuk attacks Arehir with his Scimitar and severely wounds him!
Vardedhel wields Elven Longbow.

A barrage of fresh arrows falls with deadly accuracy among the fray!

Curulin fires his bow again as he stands.

Charmat just quietly heals the elves that are brought to her.

Yikes! An arrow!
Jonuk collapses to the ground, defeated by Glynnis!
Jonuk's weapon "Elven Bane" falls to the ground...
The bowshot hits Jonuk, fatally wounding him.

Vardedhel calls out "O Elbereth tiro na pilin taloth!" and fires an arrow.

Arehir spins to the ground with the blow! He staggars to a knee then, and wails, " We must fall back, mellyn!" Standing, he takes a defensive probe.

Brotak says something unintelligible.

Erinstar oofs as the tip of the blade opens a cut on his cheek, he drops his bow for a second, but catches it with the other hand. He retreats back a ways more to fire again, gritting his teeth against the pain.

A feathered shaft catches an orc in the throat as more zing from the bushes.

Erinstar picks up a Longbow.

Curulin looks around for a new target...and sees Kurnak at the otherside.

Erinstar wields Erinstar's longbow.

Vardedhel calls out "O Elbereth tiro na pilin taloth!" and fires an arrow.
Vardedhel launches an arrow...
Vardedhel's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Curulin fires his bow at Kurnak.

Arehir turns with a howl, as the orc falls with a fletched arrow in his side...

Kurnak looks as the sees his fellow Uruk fall and more begin to pour out of the trees. He scrambles to his feet and makes a run for the edge of the forest..Giving Glendor a clear shot at his back

Brotak looks to his fallen comrade...

Yikes! An arrow!
The bowshot hits Kurnak, moderately wounding him.

Another arrow finds its mark as the archers' aim zeroes in on the foe.

Arehir runs toward Brotak, sword raised for a vicious strike...

Brotak rolls towards jonuk, packing his sword, and grabbing ahold of his feet, to drag him away...

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

Brotak picks up a Scimitar.

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

Erinstar fires off an arrow at Brotak, but the shot goes wide/

Yikes! An arrow!
Brotak collapses to the ground, defeated by Glynnis!
Brotak's weapon "Elf-Biter" falls to the ground...
The bowshot hits Brotak, fatally wounding him.

Kurnak yells in pain as a arrow slams into his shoulder and sends black blood spraying. He leaps over a fallen log and screams out to his fellow Uruk "UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH"

Vardedhel curses his aim and wipes his sweaty hand son his tunic.
Vardedhel grins, "Hantale, Elbereth!"

Erinstar fires at the retreating Kurnak while he still can.

The arrows do not halt their frenzied flight, finding mark after mark with a *ZOCK*

Arehir stops short as the next uruk falls. Quickly he spins and runs back toward his brother...

Glendor stumbles backward as Krintak's blow hits his leg, and has to prop himself with the staff for a moment. Luckily, the orc is distracted by the fall of his soldiers, and does not use this opportinity. Seeing the tides of battle turn, Glendor leaps after the orc, his eyes ablase with fury. With a strong swing, he brings his staff down.
You attack Kurnak with your Staff...
Your attack against Kurnak mildly wounds him!

Brotak limps off the field with Jonuk
Brotak heads westward, along the northern edge of the forest.
Brotak has left.

Jonuk heads westward, along the northern edge of the forest.
Jonuk has left.

Kurnak yells as the staff smashes into the side of his neck. He falls to the side and then hurls himself away from the elf toward the north. Using the trees as cover he crashes up the path to the nort and away from the battleground

Yikes! An arrow!
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Arehir races toward the remaining orc now, screaming ferociously, sword raised.

Erinstar launches an arrow...
Erinstar's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
Erinstar fires off another arrow, tiring quickly.

Vardedhel unwields Elven Longbow.

Arehir stops short as the orc stumbles away, then turns to look on Glendor...

Vardedhel says in Sindarin, "Well, I'm not needed."

Glendor leans on his staff, breating heavilly, blood stains growing wider on his cloak.

The rain of arrows lessen as the number of foes decrease, and a few shouted voices come from the west, along with shrill, birdlike whistles as the elves pursue their prey.

Erinstar falls to his knees after the last of the yrch retreat.

Kurnak heads northwards, towards the foothills.
Kurnak has left.

Curulin unwields Longbow.

Charmat emerges at a sprint, pausing only to see who is the most hurt.
Charmat unwields Gwindolfin.

Unwielded: Melhathiel

Charmat tosses her staff aside.

Curulin sits down on the ground and holds his wounded hand in a steady grip.

Arehir staggars toward Glendor, rasping, "Mellon! Are you well?" He chuckles then, and slumps to his knees.

Glynnis arrives from along the faint road leading west.
Glynnis has arrived.
Glynnis enters silently, the gems upon her brow glowing slightly.
Glynnis enters with a few archers, glancing around the clearing. "Is everyone alright?"

Vardedhel says in Sindarin, "I was out gathering herbs when I heard fighting. It appears I wasn't needed."

Arehir sits on his knees, slumped in front of the healer.

Glynnis unbends her bow removing the arrow from the string.

Erinstar is kneeling there in the blood-stained dirt, bleeding freely. His longbow is still gripped in one hand.

Vardedhel opens up a pouch at his side. " Oh dash it all! I crushed them when I dove behind that tree for cover."

Glynnis shoulders the bow, glancing about at the bushes. She makes a few hand gestures, pointing to the archers that accompanied her, then at the bush, and they silently disperse.

Arehir bleeds freely from his shoulder and arm.

Glynnis says in Sindarin, "It is easier to find more herbs than it is to find more herb-masters, Vardedhel."

Charmat spots Erinstar, and turns in his direction, her expression solemn. Knelling just before, she holds her hands just before his bloody wound, and asks, "May I open this, Mellon?"

Vardedhel answers, " What has that got to do with me?" he then starts to help bandage the wounded.

Glendor limps toward Arehir, leaning heavilly on his staff. Most of the pouches from his belt were torn off during the fight and are now scattered all over on the ground, spoiled in black blood. He kneels besides Arehir, and unfastens his belt.

Glynnis says in Sindarin, "The healer was here."

Erinstar grits his teeth, "Isn't it wide enough already?"

Glendor surveys the few small pouches with suppiles, then shakes his head, and calls out, "Charmat? You have a bandage left?"

Arehir looks up, gasping finally as the adrenaliene wears off. He groans, "Forgive me for not arriving sooner, healer..." His head slumps over then.

Charmat chuckles, shaking her head, "I ment the tunic.. " she doesn't wait this time for an answer, and tugs it open to expose the wound. Her long soft hands touch lightly at the wound, expecting it for depth. Upon hearing her name, she unslings one of her many bags and tosses it to Glendor.

Curulin looks up from where he sits "I need some help with my hand here, healer when you are done with the others?"

Glendor tries to catch the bag but it falls on the ground near him with a thud. He quickly opens it, and, pulling out a piece of thin cloth, starts to clean Arehir's wounds.
You administer aid to Arehir and think that he looks a little better.

Erinstar winces in pain as Charmat probes the deep wound in his chest.

Charmat flashes Curulin a smile, and nods, "Yes, I will tend to you next.."
Charmat turns back to Erinstar, and offers up a appologetic smile, "I'm afraid it is deep, but you /will/ live." For some strange reason she is of good humor, and calls out to Glendor, "Now Moredhel will have more company then he wishes!" Turning once again to her ppatient, she begins to apply a cream to the cut.

Vardedhel says, "Well, take care all."

Glendor poors a thin layer of ointment on a bandage and fits it over Arehir's shoulder. "This should keep the wound clean for a while, you will have time to reach the hospital." He gestures to one of the apprentices to help Arehir walk back.

Vardedhel plunges into the dense growth of northern Lorien.
Vardedhel has left.

Arehir turns his face up from the healers's ministrations, and nods, "My thanks, Glendor... I will be alright. Help the others." He staggars back toward the treeline.

Glynnis glances up at the talan. "We really need a permanent presence here."

Arehir plunges into the dense growth of northern Lorien.
Arehir has left.

Curulin nods "I was on my way here when the alarm went."

Charmat wraps Erinstar with the bandage, winding it around his chest. Blood and cream mingle to stain the bandage an ugly yellow-red. Sitting back, she asks, "Any others?"
Charmat tends to the injuries on Erinstar.

Erinstar glances over, and seeing Glynnis, he groans softly.

Glynnis glances at tose gathered. "Curulin, are you well?"

Curulin says, "My hand is wounded and bleeding."

Glynnis slips the bow from her shoulder and fits an arrow to the string faster than mortal eye can follow.

Erinstar pulls his tunic back, nodding Charmat over to Curu.

Glynnis unbends her bow removing the arrow from the string.

Glendor looks around the clearing, marking what his healers do, then quickly tears a piece of bandage and wraps it around his right hand. He frowns seeing the red stains blot through the cloth almost immediately, but does not take any more time for himself. He stands, shaking noticeably. Only now he notices Glynnis, and nods to her, "You were in time, Glynnis"

Charmat smiles, nodding briefly, and moving to Curulin, dragging her bags with her. Sitting on the ground before the guard, she holds out her hand for his, "May I, Mellon?" she asks in a soothing voice.

Glynnis says, "Praise Iluvatar."

Curulin nods gently "Go ahead my friend."

Erinstar stands slowly, and with much effort. He turns to go, avoiding eye contact with Glynnis.

Glendor walks unsteadily toward Charmat, and slumps on the ground near her, "How are you doing, Charmat?"

Charmat takes the wounded hand lightly in her own, pulling it up so that she may better examine it in the dim light. After a moment she places it on her knee, she reaches into the bag from a jar of some blue jell. Charmat answers Glendor absently as she works, "I am doing alright. I'm not sure I did Erinstar any good, but he should be taken back to the hospital for better care.."

Erinstar groans again at the mention of the hospital.

Glendor nods to Charmat, "All of them should." He notices the red stains on Charmat's sleave, "You are wounded?!"

Erinstar tries to slip off before Glendor enforces his words.

Two apprentices stand ready to show Erinstar to the hospital.

Charmat smears the cold gell on Curulin's hand, and attempt to shrug off Glendor's concern, "Only a little, Sir.. I'll be fine." ACtually, her arm is stained, but the stain on her chest is far redder.

Curulin groans when Charmat touches his hand "What would we do without you." He tries to bring a smile forward and looks at Charmat.

Erinstar sighs as he sees the two apprentices, "Trapped again."

Charmat chuckles lightly at Curulin, and offers in words tinged with humor, "Probably would do very well.. At least this time it is not /my/ fault." Her hands work quickly as she winds the bandage tightly over the wound. Glancing up to meet his eyes, she states firmly, "Go directly to the hosptial and get this cleaned proper, and then you should be fine."

Glendor briefly glances at Charmat's hands as she tents to Curulin, and nods slightly, but his attention is concentrated on Charmat's own wounds. He shakes his head as he notices the brighter stains on her chest.
Charmat tends to the injuries on Curulin.

Erinstar backs away from the two apprentices and accidently bumps into Glynnis.

Glynnis looks at Erinstar, then arches an eyebrow. "What brings you here, herald?"

Erinstar salutes tiredly, and somewhat bitterly.

Glynnis returns the salute.

Erinstar says, "I heard the alarm go off and I came to help."

Charmat urges Curulin on, and turns to Glendor, asking, "Can I help you? I think I have tended to all that I can, and they have all been sent on to the hospital.."

Glynnis nods once, curtly. "Get to the hospital and rest."

Erinstar answers through clenched teeth, "Yes Protector."

Curulin salutes Glynnis and leaves the scene heading south.
Glynnis nods to Curulin.

Curulin plunges into the dense growth of northern Lorien.
Curulin has left.

Erinstar about-faces sharply and marches towards the forest with a slight limp/

Glendor nods to Charmat, "Aye, we have done our duty to the guards. But you are in no condition to continue working in the hospital yourself." He runs his fingers along the torn edges of Charmat's cloak, almost touching the skin. Few drops of blood seep throgh the cloth which his hand is wrapped in and fall on Charmat's knees.

Erinstar plunges into the dense growth of northern Lorien.
Erinstar has left.

Charmat frowns, taking the wounded hand of Glendor in her own, and states, "I am well enough.. I only need a little bandaging.. Let me tend to your wounds. You were in that fight for a long time.. "

Glynnis watches the healer closely.

Glendor shakes his head, "But I also have better skill. Although, you will learn something from this experience, and not only about healing"

Charmat frowns to Glendor's words, but nods curtly once, "Aye.." Standing, she reshoulders her bags, ignoring the sting of the wound on her chest, and goes to get her staff.

Glynnis plunges into the dense growth of northern Lorien.
Glynnis has left.

Charmat leans heavy on her staff as she makes her way back to the woods. She stops just before the body of the downed elf, and sighs, "Glendor, what do we do with this?"

Glendor sighs, and avoids looking at the body, "The guards will see to their fallen comrades"

Charmat nods, and continues on. As she walks, she tries to appear fine, but fails.

Charmat plunges into the dense growth of northern Lorien.
Charmat has left.