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Old 11-29-2004, 03:11 PM   #1
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1420!

Gelding arrived back at the tent, and wondered why Beluf wasn't there. He usually isn't one to wonder off and he didn't seem to want to associate with any of these Gondorians. Gelding simply shrugged, and spotted Sjorging rushing back, he looked rather disturbed. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Sjorging replies snapping back, "these men, they don't know what they are getting themselves in to. Where's that boy...Beluf?"

"I don't know, when I got back, he was gone." Gelding spots Adranel approachingm, and he sinks to a whisper, "I suspect it has something to do with her."

Sjorging turned and looked at Adranel. She had a bump on her head and appeared as if she was limping, or struggling to walk a bit. "You are just in time, we are about to talk about what we're going to do. Where's Beluf?"

"How should I know!" Adranel shoots back. She definately wasn't in the best of moods, but never the less she had a seat by the two of them.

"What did you and Uther discuss?" Gelding asked.

"Nothing much, actually," Sjorging said, "we were mostly trying not to rip eachother's heads off. He asked what we planned to do."

"And...." Gelding urged on.

"We leave tomorrow." Even though everyone was free to do what they wished none of them were able to leave eachother's company. That's all they had, and all tehy will have, eachother.

"What!" Gelding shouts, "I've never seen you walk away from a fight before."

"This isn't a fight!" Sjorging quickly spouts, "Sixty some weather beaten, tired, hungry men, against a mountain fortress isn't a fight, It's a massacre!"

Gelding objected, "You've seen what these orcs have done. They've been ransacking, burning as they go, through Dale. This is our chance, our chance to end this threat, and rid Dale of orcs for good."

"You are wrong." Sjorging said, they were both practically at a scream. "There was a chance, that chance no longer exists anymore."

Adranel who was quiet up to this point whispers, "Keep your voices down. You don't want people hearing you." Beluf who had wondered off on his lonesome now returned, and he immediately caught eyes with Adranel. Sjorging and Gelding could feel some tension between the two, and Gelding broke the silence, "She's right, we better keep our voices down. Come Sjorging, I want to discuss this further in the tent."

Beluf just stood there, refusing to make eye contact with Adranel. Adranel made sure she did the same. It was a while, and Gelding held out long, but they noticed when he stormed furiously out the tent. Sjorging poked out from the tent, "You two better get ready. We leave tomorrow." With that Sjorging retreated back into the tent.

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It was morning again, no one got much sleep. Gelding was still furious, Beluf was looking up at the light orangish red colored sky, and Sjorging was sitting deep in thought. Adranel wasn't around, none of them knew where she was.

It was quiet, but an unsteady quiet, so quiet you couldn't even hear any sign of animals around. Then some shouts were heard, but it was too far off for Sjorging to make out, but as the shouts drew closer they became clearer. Suddenly a man walked up to the three of them, "We are heading out, Lieutenant Uther wants to form out, orcs could be about." Sjorging and the rest gathered their things, ready to set out with the company, they weren't going to just leave yet, if orcs were around, Sjorging wanted to make sure he had the pleasure of killing them.

Gelding spotted Adranel walking up to the tent, "Come with us my lady, we could use a skilled archer, like yourself." Adranel graciously accepted and joined the three of them.

Sjorging stated, "Come we better join them, before they leave us behind." They sprinted off and met up with the host of soldiers. The orders were given to march on, but for some reason Sjorging got a funny feeling in his stomach....

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Old 12-02-2004, 01:18 PM   #2
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The Battle Begins

The snow had settled by now, and the orcs hurriedly marched to their ambush site. Without the cover of a storm, they were vulnerable to being sighted by the Gondorian scouts that were roaming about the fields. The only source of cover, was a small patch of trees in the distance, which the Orc commander hoped would be along the path the troop of men would take. So the orcs, with a seemingly unholy speed, as if the whips of Morgoth himself were upon them, dashed with all their energy to the cover of the tree-line.

Impatiently the orcs waited, for what seemed to be hours to them. Small brawls broke out amongst the ambush party, in traditional orc fashion. Grokgash was unmoved, as the display was only part of what was the meager orc culture. Rather, he allowed the violent outbursts, for it would only serve to increase his raiders’ bloodlust and rage.

As time passed them by, the orcs soon became volatile, displeased that the Men of Gondor had not shown up, and that their commander had lied to them about the prospect of feasting on man flesh. Many began to mumble incoherent Black Speech phrases, mostly guttural curses directed at their leader. But low and behold, the sounds of horses, and the voices of men could be heard. Grokgash immediately silenced his restless troops, and laid out the final stage of his ambush. The Orc commander rumbled along his line, giving orders to his subordinates, and rousing his orcs for the battle that was drawing nigh.

Slowly, the Gondorian host came into view. They marched without a flanking guard, for they were too small a force. Grokgash smiled cruelly, showing his malice and hatred for those of the race of Men in his eyes. As the host marched past his position, seemingly unaware of his presence, he raised his blood-stained scimitar, and let forth a howl. His troops rose up from their positions, and surged out of the trees, directly into the left flank of the Gondorian column.

The Gondorian soldiers were not caught at unawares, as the orcs thought. Rather, they let their flank buckle, and gave way to the orc onslaught, allowing the rest of the column to flood in behind the orcs. What ensued, was brutal melee combat, with the orcs not only fighting for their own survival, but for the survival of their newly founded fief in Gundabad.

Only a few moments into the skirmish, and the Orcs had already found themselves surrounded by the Men of Gondor. The bloody howls of the dying orcs, and wounded soldiers, was enough to spur the fowl beasts of Morgoth onward. Grokgash himself, though already wounded in the arm, searched for a way out, and hurriedly gathered his orcs for a thrust at the thinnest point, where those of Dale were holding out. But as his troops made their way to the point, they found it reinforced by Gondorian troopers. In a fit of rage, several orcs mutinied, and attempted to slay their leader. But quickly, Grokgash recovered, shouting obscenities, took his command back, and ordered his remaining orcs to stand their ground, until he could find a way out.
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1420!

The column began to slowly press on, Sjorging could taste the omnipresent threat of orcs. Uther gave the command to halt. Soon orc cries and howls were heard and could be seen sprawling out of the bushes in a mass of numbers. "Brace yourselves!" yelled Sjorging to Gelding and Beluf. The center began to fold in, as the orcs rumbled to the center of the Company. What is he doing?, thought Sjorging, he's letting them pour into the center. Then Sjorging noticed it, he figured it out, Uther was planning to outflank the large mob of orcs and completely surround them.

The orcs were in a frenzy, running around senselessy, despite the screams of their leader. "Make for their weak spot, our only hope is escape!" roared Grokgash.

A rather large orc, close to the size of Grokgash, approached him with his short dagger unsheathed. He was definately some sort of commanding officer amongst the orc party, "You promised us man-flesh! Look what you've led us into! You fool!" The Sergeant hacked at Grokgash, but Grokgash turned the blade away with his own, and stuck a knife in his gut. The Orc fell to the ground and Grokgash spit upon his dying body. "Listen to me you scum! If you want to get out of here, follow me!" Some orcs still followed behind Grokgash, but most of them were running about wildly, or too busy in combat.

A small group of orcs, maybe around eight or nine of them, made their way to the men of Dale hoping they could break through. Sjorging quickly beheaded the largest orc, and two more orcs fell to the ground with arrows in them. An orc slashed his scimitar at Gelding, but Gelding blocked it with his shield, and thrusted his sword into the heart of the orc. "For Uther!" The Gondorians could be heard shouting, "For Elessar!" Sjorging, being the stubborn man he is began rivaling the shouts with "For Brand! For Dale!" Gelding joined with his friend, Sjorging in the shouts, followed by Beluf, who was currently in a deadlock with another orc. But, Beluf drew his hand axe from his side, and jammed the axe into the side of the orc. The Orc gave a wail and fell to the ground, Beluf took his sword, and like a great spear, stuck it through the heart. The men began to cheer, the fighting had ceased, the few orcs who tried to make it out, were cut down quickly.

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Adranel was caught completely off guard at the attack of the Orcs. She had been deep in thought, considering her place among these people. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, she figured that she would be leaving the army as well as Sjorging, Gelding, and Beluf. She had aligned herself with them out of necessity, and she remained with they and the army both out of curiosity and for protection and companionship, certainly not because of friendship. Though Gelding had come to appreciate her presence (largely due to her archery skills), she and Beluf were distinctly uncomfortable in each other’s presence and nothing had changed between Sjorging and herself. Already she was distancing herself from them somewhat, even leaving them this morning before they were up to take a walk around and generally keeping to herself as they marched.

So when the Orcs had attacked, Adranel was unprepared and caught in the middle of the melee. She first felt fear. Last time she had encountered Orcs they had taken away everything, and this encounter dragged out a new perspective on the sack of her village. Previously, she had known grief and anger, but never fear. Even aside from being afraid, she knew that she had to get out of there - she had no skill with hand-to-hand combat, nor did she have a weapon for it. Her bow would be no good as it was, and she would be defenseless. She pushed and shoved her way through the ranks of soldiers, and was soon clear, since the army was small, and they were spreading their ranks. She ignored her throbbing side, already hurting from the past few hours’ march and redoubled in her rush to be free of the fight.

There was a small, wooded rise nearby and Adranel hastened up it. It gave her an excellent view of the battle, providing for clear shots. They were clear at first, anyhow, and she was able to shoot several Orcs, emptying about a third of her quiver, each arrow exacting payment for a loved one lost. For Father. For Allagon. For Balder. For Hergon. The list continued for as many arrows as she shot. Her aim was cold and calculating as she found grim revenge on the Orcs that had destroyed her life as she knew it. Soon, however, the Gondorians and the Orcs mixed together in a confused jumble of weapons and blood, frustrating her as her shots became fewer when she had a harder time picking out targets.

To her surprise, she found that the Gondorian army was slowly overpowering the Orcs, even though their force was less than three-quarters the size of that of the Orcs. They were skilled fighters, she admitted grudgingly. That did not mean their problems were over - far from it. After this, the small army would be decreased, and when it came to blows with the main force of Gundabad the odds would be even slimmer. This thought severely dampened her spirit of victory as the final Orcs were cut down and all that remained were the elated soldiers standing amid the bloody carnage of battle. She picked out Beluf, Gelding, and Sjorging among the soldiers, seemingly unharmed.

Adranel eased her way down to the field of battle, now giving heed not to pain her side further. By the time she reached the bottom of the slope, she had begun to wonder when they would be moving on. No one else appeared to be thinking this far ahead, still caught up in their triumph. But for Adranel, it was not a victory. It was payment, and she had barely begun to pay the price.
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In mere desperation, seeing that chaos broke out amongst the Gondorians, as it seemed that they were under attack, Inemgar ran towards one of the highest trees. Afraid, almost crying, he grabbed the nearest branch and hoisted himself upwards. Halfway up, there was a loud crack, the branch broke, and the poor man fell down. Confused, he rose hurriedly from the ground with the branch still in his hand. He stood looking at it, slightly pained by the fall, feeling it especially in his back as it was already quite numb from the cold night it the snow. What had happened? He wondered at first. Didn't the tree want him to come up? Where was he supposed to hide? Surely, these beings that were running towards them, surrounding them, waving with shiny, oblong and sharp objects, all looking very grim, were some monsters from a distant place, a distant world. But exactly where they had come from was a mystery to Ingemar.

Suddenly, without being warned, an arrow passed him by and hit the tree trunk, just inches from his body. Being fairly surprised by this thing that had come flying through thin air, he turned around briskly. With a loud gasp, he watched one of the monsters looking creatures hit the ground, sighing. Ingemar opened his eyes wide. "Got to sleep, now?" he asked in wonder. He soon discovered however, that he had come to hit the Orc with the branch he was still holding. It was still quite unintelligible for the man of Dale to see that hitting such a creature with the branch had caused such an effect. Realising this at last though, he also understood that he had probably done something wrong; he had harmed another being. He gasped for air, kneeling beside the motionless body. He looked questioningly at it, feeling its breath against his cheek, smelling the stank from its sweaty body and seeing it close at hand. "Must be mooonster," he concluded, about to rise from his kneeling position. All of a sudden, movements that were too fast for the eye to catch distracted him. The Orc had opened his eyes and gained conscience! It was now grabbing Ingemar around his neck, seizing its sword. It roared with laughter or pure evilness, none could tell.

Ingemar stood helplessly, feeling the grasp around his neck only get tighter and tighter. A pointy silvery thing was held threateningly against his chest, and then even he could tell that what was coming was not good. The terror in his eyes, revealed his true feelings. The fear he felt inside made his body tremble terribly, his chest jump up and down as he could hardly breathe. His eyes grew wet, and tears began streaming down his cheek. The Orc was about to strike, when it suddenly stiffened. It stiffened and withered like a flower, when autumn strikes it with a cold November wind. Again, Ingemar fell to the ground, but he was quicker to get to his feet this time.

The whole event had scared him so much, that he had not managed yet to distance himself from it, in the manner of being relieved that he was even alive. He could probably never do it, because he didn’t see the world as most others did. He was still terrified, and he would probably be for a long time ahead.

He bellowed, and leapt to his feet, sprang as fast as he could until he reached another tree. Grasping one of the branches, he climbed it. This time he succeeded. Still shocked, not certain about what had actually happened, only that it had been truly terrifying, he clung to the tree trunk. He shook wildly. He did not dare look down. He didn't dare listen either. He would be safe here, if sat still.

Would he ever come down?

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