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Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Kamikaze_X on Thu Apr 22, 2010 11:05 pm

Upon the great white ship, the "Sea's Savior", a man in fair silken robes stood at the bulwark. His chin lay in a hand lazily and his dark gray eyes peered across the vast sea. His hair, which was ebony in hue and tied into a ponytail, swayed in the quick sea breeze. Most of the others on the ship acted the very same, bored completely. However, with the passage time, the seemingly endless expanse of ocean dwindled away unto thin wisps of land, far far away. It had taken many months of travel from the Undying Lands to reach their destination, a land they had not seen for over a millennium. The lands of Middle Earth approached now, yet not in joy nor splendor. It was a barren wasteland, though not in the most literal of terms, as much of the foliage and forests had stayed the same, but the air of grandeur, had long since washed away.

Though indeed the land physically had changed very little since the advent of man, it was undeniable that evil now held a firm grasp upon it. An aura of malevolence seemed to descend upon the pure-hearted men and women aboard the Sea's Savior. Those who ventured over from the Undying Lands who lived since the First Age of Middle Earth seemed to be most affected by this cruel transition even more so than those who ventured forth from the Second or Third. Not even Melkor Bauglir caused this much strife... his late servant seemed to have finally exceeded his masters reputation.

The man who stood at the front of the ship, still garbed in the fair silken robes was the one who could be considered the de-facto leader of this crusade. His name is Anarion II, one of the last pure Numenorians, able to escape from their islands sinking at the gods wrath. He was a blessed man, most thought, due to his heroic escape among the last of their race. He was tall and mighty, a noble figure indeed. His ambitions were quite clearly shown through a wildly absorbent charisma. When another shared the same ideals as he, no matter what their race, they had the tendency to follow him. Thus was his greatest trait. He watched with eyes of wisdom, at the approaching lands of old. He blissfully remembered his days many thousands of years ago, living upon those lands. Running through the fields, dancing and drinking ale with his friends.... he wished he were still doing such things, however he knew that for the people living on the land now, there was no more such freedom. He had, months ago, made the critical decision to liberate the peoples of Middle Earth and reform the land as it had been before his tyranny.

After hours of sailing, the features of the land grew clear. Trees dotted the sides of rolling hills and mountains poke above the horizon. Small old buildings and structure still stood, though marred through a unpleasant haze. Anarion looked to his close friend, a Dunedain Ranger of old who he had come to know in the Undying Lands. The man's name was Thalmir, and he had agreed to follow Anarion into what could be certain doom. They both left the provided security and blissful life in the Undying Lands, so that they could give the same opportunity to those less fortunate... their descendants, their long lines of kin, who were now subjugated under the black fist of Mordor and it's Dark Lord.

Anarion had left the deck of the ship and went to his own quarters below. Donning his old set of Numenorean Armor, he placed the gleaming helm upon his head. Even as old as the suit was, it was stronger than ever, being of the old make from ancient Numenorean Smiths. His longsword, a literal masterpiece, hung at his side, rightfully dubbed Bêlzagra ("Brightblade"), It was enchanted and said to glow with a faint blue aura during battle. On his back was strapped a large Numenorean shield with its ancient crest. Upon finally coming up to the main deck of the "Sea's Savior", he found the land passing them by on either side. They now sailed slowly into a bay. The feeling was nostalgic, with hints of sorrow. This was the Gray Havens, a harbor at which they had all left before... and now they returned in the same manner. The reasons however, were completely different.

Thalmir had donned his own garb, obviously that of a forests ranger. A cuirass of leather sat over green robe. A long dark cloak lay over, his hood drawn about his face. On his back was a great bow and quiver of arrows. His solemn eyes peered at Anarion with a somber expression. They were now, officially, at war with the Dark Lord of Mordor. There was no turning back, their fates were sealed with Eru.

When the ship docked into the Gray Havens, Anarion made sure it was moored and stepped onto the pier. Not a soul resided on the harbor, not even Cirdan the Shipwright. The feeling they felt was of restlessness, mourning, and anxiety. Anarion stood at the end of the docks and waited for the others to leave the ship. Their adventure was ahead of them.





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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Luchiaros on Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:52 pm

Idhrenpen stood at the prow of the Sea's Savior and looked out across the empty city, nothing moved through out it and this sadden the Maiar. He turned around and grabbed his sword Celegdram from where it lay and then made his way to Anarion's side on the dock. He looked around at the other ships as they too docked and began to unload, from the nearest vessel the Noldorian Nephredil disembarked and made her way over to the Numenorian. She bowed before him and then turned to look at the city.

''(Mithlond at last, we must remain alert)'' She said in Elvish ''(Middle Earth will be our grave if we let our guard down.)''

Idhrenpen nodded in agreement and then turned to Anarion

''Well, here we are,'' He said ''What do we do now?''

As Idhrenpen spoke to Anarion Nephredil began to issue orders to search the city and set up camp.


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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Chef on Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:43 pm

Eruanno Alcarohtar stepped off of the boat onto the pier. The fresh sea breeze blew his black hair away from his face, sharpening his senses. He wore the great Noldorin armor of old, shining in the dim sunlight. In his right hand he held Hatalion, his great spear he had used ever since he learned how to fight.

Middle Earth was very gloomy these days, much due to the presence of Sauron, Morgoth's underling. It seemed his only plan was to destroy everything that was pure and good about this world. Eruanno had joined this small group of warriors from the Undying Lands because he wanted to put this terror to a stop before it was too late to save Middle Earth.

Anarion II was the unsaid leader of their group. He seemed to be comfortable with leading others and everyone looked up to him. Eruanno respected him as a Numenorian and would gladly be led under his banner.

Eruanno stood by and awaited for any other commands while helping setting up a small camp as Idhrenpen ordered...

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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Kamikaze_X on Sun Apr 25, 2010 10:50 pm

As they group of men and women split up to look around the city, all weary from the voyage, Anarion realized something was horribly wrong. There were no signs of life.. anywhere. The city was a literal ghost town, with the only sounds coming from the wind and the whistling through the lonely trees. He slowly put his hand on the hilt of Bêlzagra with keen caution. A fell omen it was...

As he slowly walked up the main steps, born of elven craftsmanship, he found dried specks of blood, long spilled as the spots were black and crumbled on touch. With a heavy heart, he knew that the blood was no of their enemy. Ahead, by the exit of the city, he found two fluttering flags, tattered and blackened. As he walked toward them, a gust blew them around, showing its emblem. A menacing red eye.


"Mordor... then that must mean.." Anarion's eyes grew wide with shock.

The city, as he suspected was still occupied, not by Elven-kind, but rather Orcish. They were not along it seemed, the Orcs had prepared for something like this. Anarion flashed his long blade from its sheath in an arc of steel. He roared a single order to his companions still far below at the bottom of the stairs.

"STEEL YOURSELVES, WE ARE NOT ALONE!"

Thalmir, with the utmost haste, retrieved his bow and knocked and arrow, the rest of their group hefted their weapons or unsheathed their blades. At the moment that Anarion yelled from the top of the stairs, a long hideous shriek was heard from a house.. then another.. and another. Orcs, the most detestable creatures of Middle Earth, started to finally show their face again. Buildings doors slammed open, and forth came the enemy, garbed in chain and spiked armor, brandishing weapons of the same fell caliber.
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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Chef on Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:47 pm

"Orcs!" Eruanno said with surprise. This was certainly a dark homecoming. Even the Grey Havens were taken over by Sauron's Black forces now. What was the rest of Middle Earth like? The situation here was truly worse than he had presumed. Eruanno stopped whatever he was doing and hefted his great spear, Hatalion, his most trusted weapon.

Immediately orcs began to flood out of the doors and other places where they were hiding in ambush, catching most of the party off guard. An orc jumped at Eruanno with a fell scimitar, slashing wildly. Erruano dodged to the side and pierced the orc through its skull with one swift movement, black blood splashing onto the ground. He ripped the blade out in time to counter another orc, slashing this one across the chest and felling it instantly.

"These orcs will pay for taking over this sacred port," Eruanno said with much anger. He charged forward at another orc and impaled him with an upwards thrust, throwing it back. He looked around at his other comrades, each fighting for their lives. We must defeat them, Eruanno thought to himself. This will be the first step towards liberating Middle Earth...

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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Luchiaros on Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:18 pm

Nephredil looked up to see the Orcs charging, she drew Daercrist and readied her self

''Ech a thand!'' she shouted to the Noldor

They immediately raised their shields and readied their spears, as the Orcs closed in on them the bows opened up in song as they let loose a hail of arrows. Nephredil waited for the first volley to hit their targets and lifted her sword

''(Charge!)'' she called out in Sindarin

With a fury the Noldor charged the oncoming Orcs, spears flashed and the ring of steel striking steel echoed through the streets. Idhrenpen raised his staff and pointed it at the Orcs and with a white flash he froze some in their tracks, then he drew Celegdram and joined the charge.

((OOC: ''Ech a thand'' basically means Spears and Shields...))
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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Kamikaze_X on Mon Apr 26, 2010 11:15 pm

"My Bêlzagra hasn't tasted Orc-blood in a while. This will be only the beginning of a larger movement toward liberation!" Anarion stated with excitement.

Alone, Anarion, always the one to wish to get things done then and there, charged up the stairs. His blade and armor gleamed in the dim light between the clouds. He prayed inwardly that Eru and the Valar helped him get through these next days. With a resounding war-cry, he hit the first of the enemy. His blade plunged through the thin make-shift armor of the Orc, earning a hideous gurgling noise and a death cry as he ripped his sword back up. His blade, fashioned from the mightiest of Numenorean ores and with the greatest of the 1st Age's craftsmanship was indeed a force to be reckoned with. Bêlzagra, the Brightblade was blinding as it arched through the air and split it asunder.

Taking his heavy Numenorean Shield from his back, he held it firm and bashed the first Orc that came to him. With a crash, the thing rang and fell to the ground, confused and disoriented. Anarion rammed his sword into its gut in answer. Spinning around, he pummeled another in the gut with the haft of Bêlzagra's blade and then bashed twice with his shield until it fell with multiple fractures to the skull.

Thalmir had stood along with the rest of his group. He couldn't help but glance up to the top of the stairs warily at his comrade fighting alone. Find that Anarion was holding his own, he sighed and decided to slowly make his way up there. The entire time, he kept his bow out, singing arrows madly firing from its great string. They never missed their mark, only affirming his prowess as a Dunedain Ranger. With another twang of the bowstring, a archer Orc fell from a high wall, an arrow protruding from its neck.
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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Chef on Tue Apr 27, 2010 2:08 pm

The orcs just kept coming in waves. If it wasn't for their numbers, this battle would've been easy, but these foul creatures didn't know when to retreat. It was almost suicide of them to stay. Eruanno swung Hatalion fiercely, cutting the stomaches of three orcs in succession because of the length of the spear. It was almost too easy.

Eruanno hit a nearby orc with the shaft of his spear, stunning it, then followed up with a swift stab through the skull, killing it instantly. He ripped the spear out, causing the dead body to topple over, and turned around, swinging, to deflect the swords of two orcs that attempted to sneak up on him.

"What a cowardly move!" Eruanno yelled at them, stabbing one through the chest and beheading the other in two swift attacks. Black blood and bodies of orcs covered the ground before Eruanno. He wiped the blood off of his spear on the dead body of an orc and prepared for more.

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Post by Luchiaros on Fri May 21, 2010 8:07 pm

Nephredil bashed an Orc out of her way and then impaled another on her sword, she spun around and pinned an Orc under her shield and then beheaded him with Daercrist. As she stood up a larger Orc approached her, he swung his sword with great speed but she managed to block it, then she struck back at it and instead of defending itself it stabbed at her unshielded torso and pierced her armor. Ignoring the wound she brought her sword down into his shoulder and then bashed his other arm with her shield, as he stumbled back she grabbed a spear and impaled the monster on it. As it fell to the ground she retrieved Daercrist from it's corpse and then turned to see Anarion was also locked in battle with the foul spawn of Sauron, she then began to battle her way to his side.
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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Kamikaze_X on Fri May 21, 2010 8:51 pm

Surprisingly, the orcs below in the lower level of the Grey Havens started to dwindle. Their numbered lessened until the last of that battle were short skirmishes within the hollowed buildings of the elves. However, even with the orcs diminishing below, atop the stairs, battle raged on. Anarion started to feel fatigued by this battle, however arrows had started to sing forth from Thalmir, lessening his burden.

Finally, his comrades caught up, fighting all the way to the top of the stairs. Their blades clanged and shined in the dimmed sunlight behind dark clouds. Anarion roared as he plunged his blade through the thin armor of a orc. The twang of bow-strings hummed out below the clashes. Battle had come to its climax, and finally the end could be seen. No more orcs poured from the empty buildings of the pier, and the ones left were just as fatigued as they.

After five more minutes of a vicious melee, the battle ended. Around fifty orcs lay dead on the old stone ground, while much of the party who ventured forth into Middle Earth, were either wounded or unscathed. Two Numenoreans and a Noldorin Elf were heavily wounded, with crossbow bolts to the chest, and one with a half severed arm. The latter died among comrades an hour later. The other two pulled through after being healed.

Anarion knew that this was only a sideshow to what the real action they would redoubtably receive would be. The battle was but a stepping-stone to a deep chasm... and they were to jump head-first into it. The orc's bodies were unceremoniously burned outside the city, much to the elven-kind's thanks. Thalmir stood watch outside the city limits for any suspicious activity, but there was none.

Anarion called to the center of the city; Thalmir, Nephredil, Eruanno, and Idhrenpen. The time for planning was nigh. With exhaustion in his voice, Anarion addressed the battle that they had gone through, and his future plans for them.


"My friends, as you are my determined leaders among the soldiers we have brought, I shall address you on our quest. We have finally defeated what I suspect to be a small lookout horde of Mordor orcs. I am going to have to clarify that it is highly possible that a messenger is heading toward an authority and reporting our activity here. We must remain wary. I suggest nightly guards until we have more companions in this war. Now... as for my next step, I think we must liberate Mithlond before we do anything. Elves are still here, though dishonored and hidden from plain sight... they would be invaluable allies! We shall invade the country side, liberate the peoples we find, and purge the orc menace from these lands. After we take Mithlond, I propose another meeting." Anarion said.
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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Chef on Sat May 22, 2010 8:35 pm

The battle was finally over. Many orc bodies were strewn across the ground because of the harsh combat. The disgusting bodies were all thrown into a pile and burned, for that was what they deserved most. Eruanno's armor was wet with black blood, prompting him to clean it off before he did anything else. The last thing he wanted was the blood of their enemies stained on himself. His spear, Hatalion, served him well in the battle, as he expected. It was a very high quality spear, one that was notorious for its worth in combat.

After walking around the Grey Havens, using his spear as a walking stick almost, he was called upon a meeting with Anarion and the other prominent figures of their party. Eruanno made it as fast as he could and listened to Anarion's words. He was thankful they had one with such initiative as that man, as having one excellent leader like that was something of great value. Eruanno stood forward in the meeting after Anarion finished, scratching his chin.

"I have no objections to this plan," he said, looking around at everyone to make sure they were listening to his say on it. "We will need as many remaining allies as possible if we truly wish to take back this land. Mithlond it is, then."

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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Oberon on Fri Jun 04, 2010 1:39 pm

Esmonda had been riding for seven days too many. Rohan had become too dangerous: with the Mouth of Sauron sending his troops ranging far and wide across the plains, evading capture was becoming more difficult every day. Her horse could not always outrun the swift warg riders, and each fight sapped her strength, even when it was only a patrolling pair.

She adjusted her too-large helm and checked that her packhorses were still firmly attached to a lead behind the saddle. Can never be too careful with that, she thought. After all, they're all I have at the moment. On the backs of those horses were two months' worth of light supplies, as well as two spare spears and her shield. Her grandfather's sword was girt at her side.

The Gap of Rohan was drawing closer, and with it the likelihood that she would be captured. The passage through would be risky, but if she escaped she could start making her way northwards to join up with the Dunedain. She had heard they were masters of concealment, and she hoped desperately that their stealth had saved them from the orc forces moving into Eriador.

She would join them in their fight. If she survived...
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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Kamikaze_X on Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:42 pm

The next day started off from the Grey Havens, now quite void of enemies. Anarion had started the march into Mithlond, with the ultimate cause of destroying any Mordor Orcish forces in the area. It would prove in being a long, arduous, and terrible experience, as war had always been. Glory, in Anarion's eyes, was marred heavily beneath a veil of hellish brutality. As he marched before his comrades, through a trodden path of dirt, and a grassy and forested terrain, he felt much sorrow for the faded peace that once had a firm hold on the land.
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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Chef on Wed Jun 23, 2010 2:21 pm

((OOC: I think War in the North has made me a bit more excited for LOTR oriented stuff. Razz))


Eruanno made his farewells by looking upon the once beautiful Grey Havens, now covered with orc filth. He wished he had come before Sauron had taken over the once good land. Now it seemed they would have to liberate each land one by one to restore what was once good in this world. Sauron would pay for his destructive resolve.

Eruanno was not one to be eager for combat, but he could not help but want to find more orcs to slay and vent his rage on them. Those foul things deserved the bite of a sword for what they have helped achieve. They would not pay easily for these achievements. They would pay in blood.

Eruanno looked ahead, seeing the land before them. The path was quite open, but an air of dread and death still hung around them. His reaction to these senses was one of depression, which helped fuel his hatred even more. Such anger was not good for an elf to have; not good at all. The road would be long and hard, but it was necessary.

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Post by Kamikaze_X on Mon Jun 28, 2010 12:30 pm

The compatriots headed northward and into the area called Lindon. Before them, stretched the Blue Mountains of Ered Luin, which the Grey Havens and the River Lhun divided. There, the grassy lands of the south transformed into a landscape of snow and ice. Anarion wrapped himself beneath his cloak, as did his comrades. He could see steam rise with every breath he took. After a while, they started to trek through the snow, hearing nought but the crunch beneath their feet.

The wind was chill, carrying with it a foul cold that only one servant of the Dark Lord harbored. In all truth, Angmar was not too far off from them, and thus the thought that possibly the terrible Witch-King of Angmar planted himself upon his frosted thrown once again in Carn Dûm. No doubt, if he had, his fell servants would have long ago inhabited the reaches of old Arnor.

They found themselves in what Anarion knew as Beleriand from the First Age, now called Eriador by the current folk. He grudged knowing, that at some point, they would have to liberate Angmar and hopefully quell Mount Gundabad of their orc hordes. They would likely find both Elven-kind and maybe Dwarves where they were.

As they clamored through a small wood, they stopped, rooted to the spot. Before them lay a small town, a few home's thatched roofs burning with plumes of black smoke reaching up to the sky. The sounds of screaming women and other civilians could be heard above a din of crunching timbers and the roar of Orc-kind. Anarion narrowed his eyes with wrath, he quickly turned to his comrades, drawing his blade, Bêlzagra, allowing its shimmering blade to flash through the air.


"Show these beasts no mercy, kill them all, liberate these peoples!" Bellowed Anarion in rage.

Whether it was the sight of innocents being hewn down by the forces of darkness, who had no place in this world, or the dead bodies of small children laying in piles by the side of the village, or just a pure hatred of Sauron, Anarion lost his cool at that moment and charged straight into the village. His booted feet pounded into the cold, wet, snow-covered earth and his cloak whipped behind him in the piercing breeze. Thalmir grunted at his commanders rash actions, but nevertheless withdrew his own blade and charged forward just behind Anarion.
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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Chef on Wed Jun 30, 2010 12:25 pm

Orcs! Eruanno thought to himself, readying his spear, Hatalion. These beasts will get no mercy from me. It's time for judgement.

Eruanno charged with the other Elves, his spear slashing in a wide arc as he cut two orcs at once, spilling their blood on the ground in front of them. As each drop of dark and corrupted blood hit the ground, Eruanno felt satisfaction. He would not be completely satisfied until all of them were killed. Orcs were such a corrupted race that not one of them has a mind of good. It didn't matter, though. They were creations of darkness and needed to be purged by the light.

Eruanno lifted up his spear again and knocked away the blade of an orc that was about to stab him. He followed up with a swift stab through the hard, causing the orc to let out a guttural cry of pain. He tore the blade out and continued to fight with rage against these foul creatures.

"Don't let any of them escape with their lives!" he roared.

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Post by Kamikaze_X on Fri Jul 16, 2010 4:25 pm

Anarion slammed into the surprised Orc he found first. The very one who had just slit the throat of a young woman. He allowed his rage to overtake him as he hewed the Orc straight down the middle from the base of their rotten skull. As he bashed away another's pike held directly out, then lopped off their head, he realized the battle quickly took a turn toward complete guerilla warfare. No order in troops, nor formations, would be seen. It was urban combat at its worst. A one versus one contest, where the one who wins goes on to another.

Homes burst into flames, that quickly spread. The battlefield took on a blood red glow, as embers flew in the air. Thalmir stood nearby Anarion, plunging his own long blade through another orcs gut. Ripping it out, an orc approached from his back. Shifting his stance to the side, then spinning his blade backward, he impaled the orc before it let its war hammer fall upon the ranger's head.


"Anarion, this is getting dangerous...." Thalmir yelled over an orcs roar.

Before Anarion could respond with an indignant grunt, his head immediately turned to the east toward a path of woods. From the gloom, marred lightly by the smoke lifting to the heavens from burning homes and stables, a full regiment of Mordor Orcs marched into the city. His eyes grew wide, realizing the danger they were now in. Behind him, he saw an elven warrior fall with a spearhead through their neck by a rather large Uruk.

"FALL BACK!" Anarion roared above the din of battle.

As the soldiers of the Grey Haven forces moved back from the burning village, a sudden horn was heard, peculiar in sound and yet... familiar. It was the sound of a Mithlond Horn. From deep within the unburned area of the village, a tattered flag stood high, blowing in the air. And from the homes, were the newly awakened peoples of Mithlond, their spear-tips and long curved blades shined brilliantly in the sun. Anarion smiled at the surprising appearance of reinforcements.

"Regroup and make save the village!" was bellowed from Thalmir as he sheathed his blade and let loose a green feathered arrow into the oncoming orc horde.
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Re: Chapter 1: Middle Earth in Shambles.

Post by Chef on Fri Jul 16, 2010 9:07 pm

Hatalion sung as it decapitated another orc, slicing through air and trailing black blood from the blade. Eruanno attacked as many as possibly, fighting every one he could see. He could not stand the sight of the dead bodies of good and normal people on the sides of the road. The orcs would pay for this.

"FALL BACK!"

Eruanno turned to see Anarion telling them to retreat. Eruanno cursed. As much as he hated giving up ground, it looked like there would be no choice as the newly arrived orc regiment started to flood in.

When all hope for them seemed lost, a horn was sounded. Eruanno couldn't help but let a small smile appear on his face. Men from Mithlond had arrived to save them after all. Now they could attack and free this village!

"That's make these orcs feel the pain that they have caused us!" Eruanno roared as he readied his spear.

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Post by Kamikaze_X on Mon Aug 09, 2010 3:28 pm

The field that they found themselves in was long and bore high grass and weeds. The Orcs had burned spots, leaving charred black circles where bon fires were erected. The allies' boots trampled the grass through, charging one last time into the battle of a lifetime. Their goals were just, their side backed by the Valar. At all costs, they HAD to be victorious. Anarion held this ambition close, as he charged at the forefront, blade in two hands, and a bellowing war cry escaping his mouth. Every one of them had adrenaline pulsing through their veins. Fatigue was ignored, cuts and bruises dimmed down to the likeness of paper-cuts.

The Mithlond Elves charged from their side, straight into the Orcs. By all rights, not many were soldiers, yet their willpower and strength was undeniable. Courage was key in battle, as all of them knew that they were heavily outmatched. Blades clanged, the clack of wooden spears against pikes, and the bash and smash of shields rang through the air. Elves, man, and Orc fell to the ground wounded or dead all around. The rush of battle prevented any from stopping to think... only one's primal instinct seemed to make it through.

After twenty minutes of a vicious melee, the allies remained standing, barely. Their foes, the gray skinned Mordor orcs lay in a pile, being lit by the Mithlond elves. The splash of water was heard, as grieved families worked to stop their town from burning. Flames waned to smoke, and soon even that blew away. The wind of change was upon them; for good or for ill, it was uncertain. But, currently, a celebration was needed, for the first of victories.
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Post by Chef on Mon Aug 09, 2010 7:49 pm

Eruanno walked about the field, looking for any stragglers. He had been helping put the foul beasts in the fire and killing any leftovers. It was something that he actually quite enjoyed. They all deserved it, and it felt good letting the flames devour them all. Eruanno spotted a straggler, choking on its own blood. The orc was cut up and nearly dead, so Eruanno walked over, kneeling down to the orc.

"It looks like life has not yet left you, fiend," he said to the orc. "Allow me to change that."

The orc, unable to speak, looked up in fright as Eruanno picked the barely alive orc, carrying it over his shoulder. He walked over to the bon fire and threw the orc in, still alive and writhing.

"Burn," Eruanno said, turning around and walking back to continue his job.

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Post by Oberon on Mon Aug 09, 2010 11:37 pm

She had almost made it through the Gap of Rohan.

In fact, she had almost been outside the range of the Isengard patrols when a lone warg rider had spotted her and sounded the alarm on his war-horn. Another outrider had ridden up. Although she had managed to fell one warg with her spear before it could attack, the other had ridden in close and managed to strike her with his mace. Although her leather breastplate prevented the blow from crushing her ribcage, she nonetheless reeled in the saddle, scrambling for her sword. Her pack horses, wildly terrified of the beasts, were galloping back towards Rohan. They would not escape the outriders of Isengard.

The warg's hunger bought her some time: the orc whose mount had fallen to her spear screamed and struggled as the unnatural wolf tore at its flesh in a feeding frenzy. By the time that its rider had controlled it again, she was ready.

The warg rider moved forward again, and Esmonda rolled sideways in the saddle, barely managing to stay ahorse as the weapon whooshed by overhead. She pulled out her sword, hacking at the orc, who blocked her blade with his own weapon and counterattacked.

The orc ducked her first blow, and her horse skittered backwards as the warg bit for its throat. Esmonda leaned down and slashed, but her sword had little effect besides creating a great rent in the ragged, matted fur of the beast. The orc swung for her again. As she rolled to the side, her horse shied away from the warg again, and she lost her grip on the reins, tumbling to the grass. She rolled and regained her feet, wincing as pain shot through her torso from the first mace blow.

The warg rider moved in to finish her off. She leapt to the side, avoiding its jaws, and stabbed her blade through one great eye, blade grating against bone as it found its way towards the beast's brain. The warg howled in pain and threw its weight away, jerking the deeply embedded sword out of her hand. The warg danced in pain before finally, with an ear-splitting howl, falling to the ground. The orc, trapped under it, struggled to stand, but Esmonda knifed him before he could rise.

Acting with a calm she did not feel, she pulled her sword free of the warg's corpse and wiped both it and her knife on the grass. She left her spear where it was: now that she had no horse, there was no point in keeping it. It was a mounted knight's weapon, unsuited for a woman on foot. She sheathed her blades and started northward again.

I must escape... must... reach the Dunedain. For Rohan... for my people. I must do this.
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Post by Kamikaze_X on Mon Aug 23, 2010 3:25 pm

A great feast was prepared in the small villages 'capital building' for the victory only hours before. Anarion and Thalmir sat by the head of the table, where the Village Elder, Valniri, sat. He was an old elf, of noble heritage. His long, graying, hair flowed down his back. Upon his face, he wore spectacles. He was old... very old, and was considered one of the Eldar. He acted young however, and seemed to be in quite the jovial mood, passing drink and food to all down the table.

The rest of the army was spread around the table, enjoying the small amount of time that they would have until the next battle. The army, who had first come from Valinor to the Grey Havens, grew even larger with the absorption of the Mithlond soldiers who joined the fray. Their numbers, though minuscule compared to the might of Mordor, were growing and gaining strength. Anarion, who kept most of his future plans to himself, had the ultimate goal of many thousands of hardy soldiers, enough to topple to fell regime of their counterpart in the Land of Darkness.

Anarion, who had been quiet for much of the feast, stood up and clanged a spoon to his wine glass. At once, everyone who had been chatting merrily, stopped their banter and looked to the de-facto military leader.


"Everyone, I am sorry to interrupt this gaiety and merrymaking, however I have a bit of an announcement that must be said. I have plotted our next offensive move..." Anarion paused.

He looked around the table at the questioning eyes from both elves and men. Clearing his throat, he continued.

"... We shall work to free Eriador. The great land of Arnor shall be freed once more, and become whole again. First however, we must clear the Three Kingdoms of old: Cardolan, Arthedain, and Rhudaur. If we gain enough support from each territory, our army will grow immensely, and will pose more of a threat to Sauron!" Anarion said.

The new plans did indeed pique Thalmir's interest, being a native of Arnor and the Dunedain. At that, he stood next to Anarion and patted him on the shoulder.

"My friend, I can easily gain the support of the Dunedain clans around Arnor. With their skill and mastery of the bow, our ranged combat will be great!" Thalmir pitched in.

"Indeed. Then it is settled. For the liberation of Eriador!" Anarion said, holding his glass of red wine high into the air, as a toast to their next victory.


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