|
|
Post by The Witch King on Apr 19, 2002 16:09:06 GMT -5
*Circles Aragorn from the horse slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. Occasionally cuts in riding at Aragorn then veering away as though playing games. In his hand he hold a black mace which he starts to swing around his head. A sound comes from within the black hood. A dark hiss...*
....Elessar....
|
|
|
|
Post by Aragorn on Apr 19, 2002 16:16:35 GMT -5
*Points his sword at the witch-king and slashes him when he can and says*Either get off that horse or I will have to cut the horses head off!
|
|
|
|
Post by The Witch King on Apr 19, 2002 16:23:55 GMT -5
*Laughs callously*
Your head will be the only one rolling!
* Realises that Aragorn carries Anduril and is silent for a long moment.
Throws down his reins and casually dismounts the horse landing with a thud and much clinking of armour. Slaps the horses hindquarters and it takes off.
Starts to swing the mace again moving towards Aragorn with more conviction.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Aragorn on Apr 19, 2002 16:28:42 GMT -5
*Walks towards the witch king and then turns towards a running pace and slashes the witch-king in the stomach.The orcs back away from Aragorn and the witch-king*
|
|
|
|
Post by The Witch King on Apr 19, 2002 16:31:12 GMT -5
*Strikes with the mace. It wraps itself around Anduril. tries to wrench the sword from Aragorns grasp. The two are locked in a struggle.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Aragorn on Apr 19, 2002 16:34:03 GMT -5
*Struggles trying to attack the witch-king even though the mace is around his sword* ooc:I forgot what a mace was  |
|
|
|
Post by The Witch King on Apr 19, 2002 16:37:11 GMT -5
*Wrestles with Aragorn becoming more and more angry. Hisses and breathes black breath in Aragorns face.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Aragorn on Apr 19, 2002 16:45:39 GMT -5
*Dose not breathe in the black breath.When it passes he takes a breath still struggling.Uses his right hand to attack with Anduril.Takes out a knife w/ his left hand and slashes the witch-king on his arm*
|
|
|
|
Post by The Witch King on Apr 19, 2002 16:49:01 GMT -5
*It is a small cut but enough for him to loosen his grip on Anduril. Takes a step back. Lifts the mace again and delivers a crashing blow straight at Aragorns head.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Aragorn on Apr 19, 2002 17:07:46 GMT -5
*Looks down but then strikes the with-king in where a heart would be in a human(doubtful that that could kill a ringwraith though) w/ his sword Anduril then another blow at his chest.My head starts to bleed btu I ignore it *
|
|
|
|
Post by Imrel on Apr 19, 2002 17:32:44 GMT -5
*sees terror everywhere on the battlefield. flory is storming across, bleeding freely at the throat. red is battling the wraith sinron. aragorn is at the battered down gate, fighting the witch king himself. he seems badly wounded.* mercy no- aragorn! *pays for this moment of shock dearly, as an orc arrow hits her on the right shoulder.* ah! *falls backwards; without thinking, pulls the arrow out. blood spurts from her shoulder, and with that arm disabled, she cannot shoot.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Jared on Apr 19, 2002 22:20:52 GMT -5
*The loud clip-clopping of Dark Shader signals the arrival of another Nazgûl. With a loud screech, he jerks the reins forcefully and turns to ride towards the Ranger Aragorn. Seeing the blade flying through the air, towards the Witch-King, he leaps off the horse and aims for Anduril, grabbing it in his hands and pulling it out of the way. The impact of the jump wrenches the blade from Aragorn's grip and causes the Nazgûl to land hard on the muddy ground, rolling over once or twice. The blade cuts into the Nazgûl hands and he screams.*
When sorcery doesn't help, physical action is required.
*Scrambling up from the ground, he throws the blade back to Aragorn and examines the gashes on both hands. The cuts are shallow, yet hurt.*
A good sword you have there, Ranger. One of the finest I've ever seen. Pity it's no match for the Morgul-blades.
|
|
|
|
Post by Floryian on Apr 20, 2002 0:41:48 GMT -5
* Reaches Minas Ithil and sees Aragorn already fighting the Witch-king. The gates of the city have fallen and orcs can be seen inside torching the place. Turns to look behind her at the battlefield, now a mud bath of desperate figures fighting for their lives. Sees her friend Firebird take an arrow in the shoulder. Feels a blackness creeping over her.*
It is hopeless. We are doomed.
*Sinks to her knees, suddenly weak. The wound on her neck throbs painfully, notices the front of her clothes are bloodstained. Sharp pains shoot through her body and her limbs tremble uncontrollably. Closes her eyes...the terrible sounds around her fade in and out.
*When she opens them again she see's Aragorn fighting valiantly, despite a nasty head wound. He is also battling two ringwraiths. Sg has Anduril.*
What cowardly practice!
*Without thinking struggles to her feet, draws her sword and rushes towards them. Slamming her sword into the legs of the Witch-king as hard as possible.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Imrel on Apr 20, 2002 0:55:11 GMT -5
(maybe you misread, flor, but sg gave anduril back to aragorn.)
*struggles to her feet, wincing. there seems to be no real damage, no poison or such spreading. reviews the situation in her head.
red seems to have the situation under control, and aragorn and flory. no- flory got wounded by a morgul blade, remember?
puts away her bow, no good with only one arm, and clumsily draws her sword left-handed. bids good bye to the archers by her and charges into the battle field. it's a long way to the gates but has to reach them. is of course concerned about the others, but particularly worried with floryian's deadly wound.*
|
|
|
|
Post by The Witch King on Apr 20, 2002 1:06:06 GMT -5
*Laughs at the elf at his feet*
Your weapons are useless against me!
*Her blade shrivels and whithers.
Grabs hold off Floryian and throws her aside.*
SG! Kill the elf...............
|
|
