Last Hope for Moria RPG

[Aylwen Dreamsong]

Certainly the fear on Malí's face was evident when a huge orc came fumbling towards her. However, the look of relief and appreciation soon took over as Alrik so kindly stepped over to intervene. This look was also replaced by another as Alrik became lodged underneath an orc with his weapon cast away from his grasp. Malí thought quickly, debating inwardly whether running would be a good thing to do at a time like this.

Instead, Malí cried out as menacingly as she could and dove for Alrik's weapon. She raised the ax up over Alrik and his assailant, and when Alrik was not in her view and all she would see was the back of the orc, Malí slammed down the ax and lodged it deep into the orc's back. The thing squirmed for a moment, and then fell limp on top of Alrik. Malí helped the dwarf shove the orc off him, and helped Alrik to his feet. For once, I did something right besides solving an equation! Malí thought.

Alrik smiled momentarily and withdrew his ax from the large orc. "Thank ye, lassie." He said, patting Malí's shoulder. Dazed, Malí replied, "No, thank you!" Malí was glad to be alive, more than anything else.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Having heard the sound of arms clashing from the gates of Moria, Flói rushed to his comrades' aid. Orcs poured out from the gate, in an attempt to drive them back from the gates. Not a chance. He grasped his axe tighter.

The Orcs seemed to avoid him, going instead for his companions. He stood in the midst of the battle a little miffed. An Orc passed close by.

"Hey!" he shouted to the Orc, "get your ugly face in here!"

The Orc turned to his direction, and saw the gleam in Flói's axe. He faltered, and started to run. The Dwarf gave chase.

As they approached Durin's stone, he felt that his prey was not alone. Out of the rocks a troll jumped suddenly. Flói had narrowly missed the bulk of the monster bearing him down to the ground. With his foe slow to get up, Flói raised his axe, and, with all his might, clove its head asunder. Black blood gushed from the severed neck, and he was glad. Then he heard a sound that resembled the wind rushing, and felt a sharp pain in his chest . He turned around.

The Orc had a bow in hand, and an arrow had been loosed upon him. Flói fell silently to the ground, his eyes last looking upon Mirror Mere.

[Will Witfoot]

Alrik grasped his fathers axe once more and scanned his surroundings for a suitable target. There were plenty of those to go around, certainly, but he really should not leave the lass, Malí, alone. He made a snap decision.

"Stay with me!". He shouted so that she could hear him over the din of battle. Acting without a moments pause he shoulder-charged the nearest orc, sending it sprawling to the ground and proceeding to hack appart it's prone form. The lassie was right on his heels.
That was good. Now he could guard her, and he had someone to guard his back and shout a warning if a foe were to try and take him unawares.
Another orc came for him, trying to spear him with it's curved scimitar. Froth bubbled from the creatures lips, indicating a battle-frenzy bordering on madness.

He swung his axe in a horizontal arc, deflecting the blade from himself, and rammed the top of his axe-blade into his assailants face. The orc tottered backwards with blood pouring from it's broken nose. A powerful blow from Alrik's axe split the creature open from throat to groin.
He saw the much-depleted mob of orcs beginning to loose heart from the vantom slaughter wreaked upon them by the vengefull dwarves. The battle was still in the balance though, for if they gave their foe enough time to rally their troops and organize suitable resistance it was very likely that the dwarves would be the ones driven from Moria. The fight needed to be solved quickly.

He gave a deep, guttural roar through his war-mask, causing a couple of his opponents to flinch back. Deciding to make good use of this weakness Alrik charged.