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Post by Sinron on Apr 16, 2002 5:27:11 GMT -5
*circling around the sky, wraith ninth saw the orcs having fun and decided to join the battle below. Shouts a command at the crows and flew down from the sky and join the ranks of the nazguls behind.*
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Post by Aragorn on Apr 16, 2002 7:31:09 GMT -5
*Looks around.Sees ALMOST the WHOLE orc army starting attack and shouts*4th,5th,and 6th line ATTACK!
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Post by Niphredil on Apr 16, 2002 7:46:13 GMT -5
*There are orcs all around, gaining ground. Is begining to struggle to fend them all off, then more ranks are sent in by Aragorn and the Rivendell ranks push forward again.*
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Azgork the Wicked
Traveler of Middle-Earth
Lethal Uruk-Hai
"...There is evil there that does not sleep and the Great Eye is ever watchful." - Boromir
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Post by Azgork the Wicked on Apr 16, 2002 8:19:51 GMT -5
*The Uruk-Hai pulls out a poison-tipped dagger and releases it in the direction of the advancing horse and rider. The blade pierces through the horse's skin, paralysing the horse (For around a few hours or so only, so do not worry.) and causing it to slow down. With a leap, he (Azgork) sails headlong into the Elf, a long, sharp khivar in hand, and sends them both to the ground, Elf below, Uruk-Hai on top.*
(And that, people, is logical. If you leapt on top of someone, 'tis natural that you would land on top.)
I have been waiting a long, long time to finally be able to stab a fair Elf. My chance has come.
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Post by Floryian on Apr 16, 2002 10:34:02 GMT -5
Morilinde is bearing down upon the uruk-hai when he falters. Knows immediately that something is seriously wrong. He trembles violently and collapses beneath her as Azgork attacks them.
Is slammed into the ground with a terrific force that knocks her senseless, the weight of the Uruk-hai crushing her into the mud. Up close it's lynx eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. Forces herself to move realising the gravity of her situation. Grabs hold of it's dagger arm with both hands, straining to keep it at arms length. *
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 16, 2002 11:52:23 GMT -5
*The group of orcs runs towards her in a line, trying to encircle her. Chooses two at one end and runs towards them. Cuts the one on her left with an upwards move. Lets the sword move in a halfcircle over her head and cuts down to the neck of the right one as she breaks through the line. Turns around again.* Come on, that was too easy! *Sees the rising fury in the orcs eyes and grins*
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Post by Niphredil on Apr 16, 2002 12:53:45 GMT -5
*There are several orcs lying on the ground, injured by the horses. Goes along the line finishing them off.*
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Post by Aragorn on Apr 16, 2002 15:33:13 GMT -5
*Signals the 2nd force of archerers to start firing their arrows(there are 4 forces of archerers)*
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Post by Niphredil on Apr 16, 2002 15:55:13 GMT -5
*There are a large number of dead orcs around her. Most of those still fighting have swarmed to the middle ground. Sheaths her sword and watches another hail of arrows penetrate the enemy. Starts running towards the middle, over the bodies. There are several Uruk-hais on the field. One has an arrow in it's leg and is momentarily caught off guard. Leaps onto it's back, drawing a dagger from her belt which she plunges into it's neck. It grabs hold of her with fury and bites her arm before flinging her several feet away.*
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Post by Imrel on Apr 16, 2002 16:25:21 GMT -5
*is with the rows of archers, sending arrow after arrow streaking through the army to find it's mark in an enemy. sweat drops are dampening her brow and she fights to stay at the same rate as the orcs. sends one of her last into a rather brutish looking captain then gratefully catches another bundle tossed her way by a "spare" soldier. sticks them into her quiver and continues firing.
*becomes aware of her friends in the battle; aragorn issueing orders, rhiannon and niphredil battling courageously, floryian locked in mortal combat- oh.
*not trusting her aim to take out an orc at that distance, belts her bow and runs like lightning into the battle, trying to get to flory and azgork.*
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Azgork the Wicked
Traveler of Middle-Earth
Lethal Uruk-Hai
"...There is evil there that does not sleep and the Great Eye is ever watchful." - Boromir
Posts: 38
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Post by Azgork the Wicked on Apr 16, 2002 17:17:28 GMT -5
*Wrenches the khivar out of Floryian's hands, and in so doing, rolls off her. He gets up quickly, drawing his sword.*
Now it's a sword-fight, Elf. Let's just see how good you are at swordfighting.
*With a snarl, he leaps at the Elf.*
(Oh yes, let me remind all you Whiteskins - If any of you decide to help Floryian, the fight would not be as fair and honourable as it was supposed to be. Two against one is not exactly very......well, heroic. And that goes for you Orcs too.)
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Post by Imrel on Apr 16, 2002 17:56:09 GMT -5
(i was only going to help if flory was at a disadvantage. don't worry, i won't gang up on you.)
*loses sight of floryian and the uruk-hai and becomes a little lost in the battlefield. glimpses the elf on her feet, which is something. sighs, draws her sword, and prepares to fight her way back to her post.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 16, 2002 17:58:00 GMT -5
*the four remaining orcs walk towards here, each from a different direction. Puts her sword back into its sheath and waites. As they close in, she runs towards the first one, punching him in the stomach with the hilt of her sword. THe orcs stumbles backwards and falls down. Turns around to face the one behind her. Draws and cuts with the same motion. Draws her sword back. Turns to her right with an upwards cut at orc no. 3. Turns under her sword and gets the next with a downwards cut. The first orc has managed to stand up again. Turns towards him and stabs him. As he falls, she pulls her sword back.* Rest in peace, guys....
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Post by Imrel on Apr 16, 2002 18:14:12 GMT -5
*height is getting to be a problem now (dang it) and firebird is having a hard time avoiding the orcs that happen to be everywhere. doe her best with what she has t work with:
*one who comes at her with a daggar is stabbed in the heart; she leapfrogs over him and onto another's broad neck. he charges about, trying to throw her off, finally drawing his sword to lunge at her- slitting himself in the neck. a dying jerk whirls her to a patch near the edge of the battle, from which point she can skirt round and join the safety of the other archers. ducks low, sword out, darting (hacking if nessicary) through orc and uruk-hai legs. reaches the outside of the battle; marvels at the thin line between danger and uninvolvement. thinks again as three orcs spot and advance on her.
*sheathes her sword, draws her bow, and runs, sending arrows flying behind her. two find their mark and the remaining orc is taken out by another friendly arrow. grinning, joins the archer rank again, signalling her thanks to the one who saved her. continues shooting.*
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Post by Aragorn on Apr 16, 2002 21:16:39 GMT -5
*Now the whole army of the Dark Force starts attacking.Signals for everyone in his army to fight.As the last person goes into battle I draw my sword Anduril and run into the battle cutting down orcs.Slashes an orc in the stomach and then cuts through the heart.Slashes another orcs head off with 1 slash but the orc at least stabs him.Continues to search for the heart of the army,THE NAZGUL!*
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