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Manôphazân · 05-29-2004, 07:42 PM

Jinan’s company began to draw the fire of the Gondorian archers. He had his men them to within range of only the strongest bowmen, and relatively few arrows met their mark. Only one man was actually injured, an arrow piercing his left shoulder and protruding from his back. His comrades dragged him quickly back to the waiting surgeons. Lan’kâsh allowed the skirmishers to remained exposed in the clearing until it became apparent that the Wingers intended to stay behind their walls. He signaled for Jinan to retreat and shouted for the catapults to be brought into range.

Only two of the machines had survived the quick march through the forest, but he thought they would be sufficient for the night's task. The settlement was smaller than reports had claimed, and he would only need to bring down one wall to make it vulnerable to his warriors. The catapults were lethal at a distance three times what any archer could shoot, so they were safe from harm, but he still ordered Frôzhal’s company into a screening formation in front of them in the unlikely case that the Gondorians did attempt a counterattack. Gimilzôr’s group split into two lines, one to the left of the catapults and one to the right. Everything was ready.

The catapult crews eagerly winched their buckets into place and men loaded them each with a huge ball of woven straw that had been soaked in tar. A torch was laid against each and they quickly began to burn. When the flames began to lick the edge of the bucket, the trigger was pulled, and the fiery objects were thrown high into the air. They traced a bright arc through the sky and plummeted into the settlement like a falling star. After two more rounds of burning shot, flames could be seen flickering above the wall in several places. Poros Crossing was on fire and the shout of its frantic defenders could be heard as they fought the growing inferno.

The crews made several adjustments to their machines and winched them into place again, this time loading the bucket with large boulders pried from the local countryside. The thick twisted ropes howled as their released tension sent the projectiles flying skyward, but the men groaned when the stones landed several meters short of the wooden palisades. More adjustments were made, and the boulders soared over the walls and fell into the settlement with a crashing noise.

“That’s better!” shouted Lan’kâsh with an ugly grin. “Now put a few into the walls so the rest of is can get into the fight.”

05-29-2004, 07:42 PM	#23
Manôphazân Pile O'Bones Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Ohio Posts: 24	Lan'kâsh Jinan’s company began to draw the fire of the Gondorian archers. He had his men them to within range of only the strongest bowmen, and relatively few arrows met their mark. Only one man was actually injured, an arrow piercing his left shoulder and protruding from his back. His comrades dragged him quickly back to the waiting surgeons. Lan’kâsh allowed the skirmishers to remained exposed in the clearing until it became apparent that the Wingers intended to stay behind their walls. He signaled for Jinan to retreat and shouted for the catapults to be brought into range. Only two of the machines had survived the quick march through the forest, but he thought they would be sufficient for the night's task. The settlement was smaller than reports had claimed, and he would only need to bring down one wall to make it vulnerable to his warriors. The catapults were lethal at a distance three times what any archer could shoot, so they were safe from harm, but he still ordered Frôzhal’s company into a screening formation in front of them in the unlikely case that the Gondorians did attempt a counterattack. Gimilzôr’s group split into two lines, one to the left of the catapults and one to the right. Everything was ready. The catapult crews eagerly winched their buckets into place and men loaded them each with a huge ball of woven straw that had been soaked in tar. A torch was laid against each and they quickly began to burn. When the flames began to lick the edge of the bucket, the trigger was pulled, and the fiery objects were thrown high into the air. They traced a bright arc through the sky and plummeted into the settlement like a falling star. After two more rounds of burning shot, flames could be seen flickering above the wall in several places. Poros Crossing was on fire and the shout of its frantic defenders could be heard as they fought the growing inferno. The crews made several adjustments to their machines and winched them into place again, this time loading the bucket with large boulders pried from the local countryside. The thick twisted ropes howled as their released tension sent the projectiles flying skyward, but the men groaned when the stones landed several meters short of the wooden palisades. More adjustments were made, and the boulders soared over the walls and fell into the settlement with a crashing noise. “That’s better!” shouted Lan’kâsh with an ugly grin. “Now put a few into the walls so the rest of is can get into the fight.”