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Post by Floryian on Apr 19, 2002 8:12:19 GMT -5
*Sees the approach of the Nazgul. If the uruk-hai had seemed frightening then this was terrifying. Stands with her sword held up in defence unsure of what is going on.*
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Post by Jared on Apr 19, 2002 8:15:10 GMT -5
*His gaze lingers on the fast-disappearing black spot, before turning to face the Elf.*
We meet again, Floryian. We meet again.
*He dismounts, his sword's tip barely touching the Elf's neck. Walking slowly around her, he holds the sword there, ready to strike at any moment.*
Well, well. Of all places to meet, of all situations to be in, I find you here, on a battlefield, about to be slayed by one of my slightly more capable men. Surprising, isn't it? You fight well. Or should I say fought well?
*Laughs harshly*
I shall probably never spar with you again, nor shall I meet an Elf better at swordplay.
*Voice drops to an almost inaudible whisper.*
A life for a life, Elf. You shall not be spared if we meet again.
*The Ringwraith jerks the sword suddenly from the Elf's throat, leaving a surprisingly shallow cut. Sheathing the sword, he mounts his horse.*
The cut is shallow. It will take longer to spread. Heal it quickly, before it is too late.
*Pulling the reins back, he turns the horse and rides off the battlefield, back into the shadowy lands he came from.*
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Post by Floryian on Apr 19, 2002 8:33:11 GMT -5
*Puts her hands to her throat. It doesn't hurt but her hand is red with blood when she takes it away. A morgul wound....not good.
It all happened too quickly. She didn't have time to react. Watches the wraith fading into the distance and feels anger. Anger and hatred for the ringwraiths. How dare they think that they can cause terror and carnage wherever they go.
Starts to walk purposefully after SG.*
Come back and finish this. You will take Minas Ithil over my dead body!
*Walks on even more determined ignoring the orcs around her.*
You always, always conveinently vanish into shadow when the fighting gets too much for you.!
Come back and finish this!
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Post by Floryian on Apr 19, 2002 9:05:29 GMT -5
*Strides singlemindedly across the battlefield in the direction that SG fled. An orc blocks her path. She takes it's head clean from it's shoulders in one single movement of her sword and continues walking. Anger is driving her, making her fight ruthlessly. Any orc in her path is despatched quickly. Searches the horizon for the black shapes but to no avail.*
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Post by Sinron on Apr 19, 2002 9:09:24 GMT -5
*Scans the field* No Rhiannon, it's very difficult to tell who's who anymore. *Takes advantage of this situation and appeared infont of Red.* You've had your fun, taking down much of the orcs. Can't let you do that I'm afraid.*draws a flame sword* I am sure that you will remember this meeting between us all your life... *brings the sword down and tries to slash Red's limbs* (Niphredil = Red right?) |
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 19, 2002 9:50:14 GMT -5
Lightening flashes across the battlefield, highlighting for a second the grotesque and barbaric bloodshed taking place.
The thunder follows soon after, a deep and dreadful boom, rumbling from the bowels of the earth which shakes the ground.
The air turns cold, a chilling gust of wind rips across the open plain. An ill wind, that makes the flesh creep.
The Witch-king emerges over the horizon, mounted on a black horse. He moves unhurriedly, almost leisurely through the back lines of orcs. Observing silently.
He sees hundreds of dead orcs strewn across the field but they have taken many elves and men with them.
He continues to ride towards Minas Ithil itself where a group of foot soldiers vainly battle against orcs. He sees the fear in their eyes as he approaches.
The black breath is released upon them and many lose their wits and take to their heels. Those of stronger mind are clubbed with the black mace.
Orcs!
*He bellows through the wind and rain*
Rip down the trees and bring me the logs!
We will storm the gates of Minas Ithil......or should I say Minas Morgul.
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Post by Floryian on Apr 19, 2002 10:14:13 GMT -5
*Is stopped in her tracks for a moment by the sight of the Witch-king. His presence can be felt all across the battlefield and his name is whispered in fear.
Sees him heading right and realises straight away what is happening. Starts to run towards Minas Ithil.*
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 19, 2002 10:22:17 GMT -5
*The orcs return with two large trees, ripped up by the roots.*
Storm the gates!
*He raises his sword and lets out a blood curdling shriek. Another flash of lightening, silhouettes him against the night sky.
The orcs surge forward slamming into the solid doors with tremendous force. The gates shudder but hold fast*
Again!
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Post by Niphredil on Apr 19, 2002 11:33:00 GMT -5
*Is caught of guard by the ringwraith, Sinron.*
Damn you Ringwraith!
*she swears at him, quickly drawing her sword. Using it more as a defensive weapon against the sword of flame.
Tries to warn Rhiannon of what is happening.*
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 19, 2002 15:24:57 GMT -5
*The orcs back up for another assault. They charge and pound the gate. There is a loud splintering sound and a hole appears in the fortress.*
It is giving way!
*His voice triumphant*
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Post by Aragorn on Apr 19, 2002 15:44:23 GMT -5
*Notices the Witch King runs towards him even though he is about a kilometer away.Dodges orcs as he goes with his sword Anduril out and ready when he gets there*
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 19, 2002 15:50:45 GMT -5
*With a final ram the gate gives way and crashes to the floor.*
Forward!
*With his sword aloft he signals for the orcs to rampage the fortress city.*
Burn it, burn it down, kill everything in your path!
*The orcs swarm in through the entrance.*
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Post by Aragorn on Apr 19, 2002 15:54:39 GMT -5
*Instead of waiting while he was running he threw an arrow that hit the Witch king in the right shoulder*
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 19, 2002 15:59:47 GMT -5
*Felt something bounce off his shoulder. It was an arrow that he brushed aside. Turns his horse around slowly to face Aragorn.......waits for him to arrive.*
(ooc - arrows are useless against The nazgul)
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Post by Aragorn on Apr 19, 2002 16:01:41 GMT -5
*Felt something bounce off his shoulder. It was an arrow that he brushed aside. Turns his horse around slowly to face Aragorn.......waits for him to arrive.* (ooc - arrows are useless against The nazgul) ooc:I know but I wanted you to at least notice me. bic:*Gets to the witch-king finally and starts to fight him sword drawn* |
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