OUTPOST TP: First Contact 1-16-02

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 wind-dried and cold around you, and the air feels chilly and bitter. The rejuvenating land makes itself known by the small clump of flowers and weed that clump around the ground.

The clouds are buffeted overhead in the restless wind that settles down across the landscape. The early night spring air is bitter and freezing. The moon is above the horizon and in its full phase.

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 chief 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 archers. Damn 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 continuous 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 horde. 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.

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.

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, "<Uruk> They are near. Those who come back with looted suits of chain will be highly rewarded. The Flame bless our actions." 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.

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 manner. 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.

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 speech 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...

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.

Yanog says in Uruk, "MAGOG! THE GOBLINS RAIDERS HAVE COME! WE FIGHT BESIDE YOU THIS NIGHT!"

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. "<Uruk> Yes, King Magog is most brave. He shall lead the battle and charge forth to combat the orcs...for that is his place. His honor." 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. "<Uruk> May the golden hair of elf be our shining dinner toppings!" 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, "<Uruk> Yes, the Goblins are welcome to partake in the blessings of the Flame." 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; "<Uruk> Spill their blood, for the Demon, for the King, for the Guards!" Irt rushes onward, his mace waving once in the air as he gives up a rather weak war whoop.

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.

Haldir puts away his sword with a fluid practiced gesture.

Haldir takes off Studded Leather Shield.

Haldir raises the great bow Gwathtir and nocks the arrow.

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.

Haldir launches an arrow...

Haldir's bowshot 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.

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, "<Uruk> You will not win this battle without us. For I have dreamed it. Just as I dreamed of the coming of the storm! Can you not feel it!" 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, "<Uruk> Moria charge!" 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, "You heard the King," comes the roaring cry of the Master Guard, reinvigorated by some unseen force. "For the Flame!" 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 hhim, 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.

Arogbrant launches an arrow...

Arogbrant's bowshot hits Irt, moderately wounding him.

Legirion launches an arrow...

Legirion's bowshot hits Magog, mildly wounding him.

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. "<Uruk> Blood of Kadar mean death more!" 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, "NO RETREAT! FOR GOBLIN-TOWN! FOR MORIA! FOR THE FLAME!"

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. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" 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.

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.

Horvak removes Boulder.

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.

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.

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.

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. "<Uruk> KILL THEM," he cries, pointing his mace toward Erinstar. Just then, another arrow slams into his body and he staggers backward, "<Uruk> Onward my guards! Kill them!"

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.

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.

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.

You attack Erinstar with your Spear...

Erinstar dodges your attack.

Mithryn launches an arrow...

Mithryn's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Arogbrant with one fluid motion Aragorn 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....

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

You attack Erinstar with your Spear...

Erinstar dodges your attack.

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.

Krimphosh attacks Terridan with his Scimitar and mildly wounds him!

Legirion launches an arrow...

Legirion's bowshot hits Khaorg, badly wounding him.

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.

Glandrill launches an arrow...

Glandrill's bowshot hits Zupgugh, fatally wounding him.

Arogbrant launches an arrow...

Ow! You've been injured for 18 hp's by the bowshot.

ARB: Please RP this injury accordingly.

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

Arogbrant lets the arrow fly, and watchis it hit.

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

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 "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

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.

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!

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

Tarasiriel has left.

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.

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.

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!

You attack Erinstar with your Spear...

Your attack against Erinstar moderately wounds him!

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

Legirion +gives 9 Arrows to Dumiriel.

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!

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.

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...

Aglahad's bowshot hits Haldir, mildly wounding him.

You attack Erinstar with your Spear...

Erinstar parries your 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!

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.

Chuok attacks Celeblas with her Mace and badly wounds him!

Maegnas launches an arrow...

Maegnas's bowshot hits Haldir, mildly wounding him.

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.

Tarasiriel +gives an Arrow to Ithilduath.

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.

Orodrhandir considers the soft ground for a moment...

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.

Varya has left.

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.

Tarasiriel has left.

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.

Haldir attacks Horvak with his Bare Hands, but he misses by a long shot.

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!

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

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.

Haldir attacks Horvak with his Longsword and 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.

Palanhenelidh launches an arrow...

Palanhenelidh's bowshot hits Yanog, terribly wounding him.

Tarasiriel +gives 14 Arrows to Ithilduath.

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 Haldir with his Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.

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.

You attack Maegnas with your Spear...

Maegnas's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Your attack against Maegnas lightly wounds him!

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

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, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

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.

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. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" 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: "<Uruk> For the Flame!" 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.

You attack Maegnas with your Spear...

Your attack against Maegnas 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.

Legirion has left.

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.

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.

Haldir attacks Horvak with his Longsword and 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.

You attack Orodrhandir with your Spear...

You have defeated Orodrhandir!

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

Orodrhandir's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Your attack against Orodrhandir fatally wounds and defeats him!

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.

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

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.

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.

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 Haldir with his Axe, but Haldir parries the attack with his 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!

Tarasiriel launches an arrow...

Tarasiriel's bowshot hits Malknash, moderately wounding him.

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.

You attack Mithryn with your Spear...

You have defeated Mithryn!

Your attack against Mithryn fatally wounds and defeats her!

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.

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.

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.

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, "Simultaneously, Z'macht swipes only air with his weapon while receiving a nasty gash from Terridan across his shoulder - which pains him to no end. "Elven fool!" he screeches, his wounds burning. With all of his strenght, the uruk once more hefts his weapon and brings it around in a wide swipe towards Terridan's midsection."

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!

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.

You attack Palanhenelidh with your Spear...

Your attack against Palanhenelidh 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.

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!

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.

You attack Palanhenelidh with your Spear...

Your attack against Palanhenelidh 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 you with his Longsword!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You've been injured for 22 hp's by Aegraum's attack...

...you have 50 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

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.

Haldir attacks Horvak with his Longsword and 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.

You forego your chance to attack.

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 "<Uruk> Sleep with the worms, lightdweller!" 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

Flock of Crebain has arrived.

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 you with his Longsword!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You've been injured for 10 hp's by Aegraum's attack...

...you have 40 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

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.

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.

You try to flee from Aegraum, but he blocks your attempt!

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.

Burzdug has left.

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

Tarasiriel dodges aside Malknash, and manages to escape!

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 you with his Longsword!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You've been injured for 29 hp's by Aegraum's attack...

...you have 10 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

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.

Orodrhandir has left.

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.

Haldir attacks Malknash with his Longsword and 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.

You try to flee from Aegraum, but he blocks your attempt!

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 frrom 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!

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.

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. "<Uruk> Run now and avoid your gristly fate!" 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.

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.

Calriel attacks Malknash with her Longsword and moderately wounds him!

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.

Malknash collapses to the ground, defeated by Haldir!

Malknash's weapon "Morath-Sai" falls to the ground...

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...

You try to flee from Aegraum, but he blocks your attempt!

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!

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!

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.

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.

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.

You make your way down a path that leads to the west, crossing through the hills and heading to the rocky ground before the towers about you.