NationStates Jolt Archive

thousands of Goblins, sprinting towards an elven palisade outpost containing 94 Elves and 15 Dwarves part of the Allied States of the River Anduin, a newly formed alliance of kingdoms and various groups along the River Anduin. As the brave souls in the small encampment go to defensive stations along the palisade wall, soaking wet with the rain coming from blackened skies, a soul-shattering wail comes from the Goblins as they come in on their final approach...

Lorinfiendel, a wood-elf, quickly prepares his bow along with a solid line of his heavily, but flexibly, armoured allies, some half-elf, others great-elf, but all elf, and all with a great knack for combat, though some of his comrades have known to die from grief while fighting, not a score or slash on them. They aim their shot, are called to prepare to fire, and then are ordered to fire, and in a great volley, almost a hundred precisely aimed arrows slice into the front line of the vile goblins charging at them...

As ladders begin raising up the walls, the dwarves spring into action, hacking heads, and pushing ladders, and soon, the goblins can almost get up to the top of the wall by climbing over dead comrades. Hundreds of them lay dead, and the casualties in the outpost are rising.
The commander of the outpost, Nomineor Salimdrin, is worried they wont hold out for the 2 days it will take for the next shipment of troops to come to the outpost which will save them. He thanks the dwarves engnuity(sp?) for connecting all these outposts along the Misty Mountains with tunnels spanning dozens of miles, otherwise, they would never have been able to recieve 30 extra Elves and 10 more dwarves, and silently hopes for the sun to shine through the sad din of rain on their tents.

Dawn the next morning, it was still dark, still pouring rain, and still volleys of arrows split through the goblins. now, at the gate, there appeared a large group of goblins, with a huge capped ram in their quavering hands, with their command calling 'HEAVE!' and then the ram fell backwards, at least ten feet, by the reckoning of keen elven eyes. Then a great 'HO!' was bellowed from the command. the ram hit the solid oak gate, splintering it all over, all the time the ram crew getting slaughtered by well aimed shot from only 25 elven bows out of 50 that could be concentrated from the main danger; hundreds of goblins scrambling up mounds of their own people...

bumpers. come on, do none of you have the imagination to make this really fun? and sorry it sorta came out like the battle for helms deep in LOTR 2.

...
well, that sucks.

Hmmm.. give me a few minutes, I'll see what I can come up with. ;) How would we know about what's up?

thanks. now back to my charecter...


after suffering numerous wounds to his right arm and legs, Lorinfiendel ran out of the healing tent to get to the palisades. that very moment, the gate burst and splinters went flying everywhere, impaling his close friend, next to him, Andiamen, throught the throat. goblins came flooding through, and the men on the palisades retreated to the wall infront of the door leading to the tunnels, carved out of pure stone from the mountain, unquarried. they quickly ran up to the walls and protected their slower dwarven friends from attack by goblins, struggling to get to the gate alone, fighting their way there nonetheless.

'HEAVE!' *pause* 'HO!' *slam*

Alaric Morningstar raised his hand, as he listened to the sounds in the distance, and the small band of rangers behind him stopped.

"Looks like we have trouble ahead."

He crept forward and looked at what was ahead of the band. "Goblins, moving in on the outpost," he told one of the men next to him.

"So much for a peaceful visit," he muttered back.

"Get the men ready," Alaric said as he picked up his bow and reached back for an arrow as the rest of the band moved forward doing the same. He raised the bow and the band fired arrows up to rain down on the goblins.

Alaric Morningstar -snip-

ooc: What, no Jeff Williams in chainmail? ;)

Alaric Morningstar -snip-

ooc: What, no Jeff Williams in chainmail? ;)

OOC: LOL, Hey I have to give the guy a break every now and then. Besides his being over half cyborg at this point might ruin the RP. :P

as the elves fought to defend the wall, a hail of arrows came from the south, splitting into goblins everywhere, and as always, the keen eye of elves always catch the small details, many elves recognized the arrows of ranger-make. many cheered in a great, but burdened, 'Huzzah!', and quickly went back to hand to hand combat(they have now run out of arrows, and have jumped down the wall to fight their way out.) beutifully crafted elven blades sunk deep into abdomens of the vile goblins almost every swing an elf took. there seemed to be an impossible number of the evil things, but the commander, on top of the wall, looked to the north and saw a shimmer of sunlight around the territorial walls of a stronghold at the edge of the alliance's territory. though the fortress was at least 3 days ride away(the outpost is on a high platau, against the mountain wall) he hoped that someone at the fort had noticed the many fires and faint *cling* of swords coming from the outpost, but no such luck. He had recently recieved news that instead of the extra elves and dwarves, maybe 15 humans could come to the outpost becuase this was a very organized attack by the goblins, falling upon outposts all along the mountain chain, though none as of yet had fallen.

The great Uruk shook his shaggy head in disgust as the cowardly goblin maggots fell back after suffering only eighty percent casulities. Raising his massive sword overhead, he bellowed to the waiting ranks of warg-riders "Second wave, CHARGE!" Over threehundred strong, the giant lupines lept up the slope towards the now breached outpost gate. The Uruk-hai troops in the third rank waited impaitently. The emerging sun did not dismay them, and they were eagerly looking forward to the carnage ahead.

A joint hunting party, comprised of many Argonian Elder Families watched the battle, some more concerned than others.

"The puny goblins and weakling orcs attack the elves with furry beasts of war. This is indeed entertaining." Stated Bone-Breaker, a Morkath warrior, resting his massive sword on his right shoulder.

"I agree. No orc is a match for a House Kath warrior." Agreed Sekrit, a Kath Family knife-fighter.

The leader, Lutkris AKA 'Sleepy', of the Destreth family, watched with his usual detatched gaze.

"Send Fleetfoot to the camp, the Quickclaw will want to know of this."

With those simple words, a swift-footed runner was dispatched to rally warriors from a far-off camp of the Family Quickclaw. Joint hunting parties where not to engage in combat. The loss of a warrior from an opposing house while under command of another house generated too much fuel for political fires, which already burned with too much intensity.

As the fierce wargs charged up behind them, the remaining goblins, still nearly a thousand, were forced to resume the battle. Either that or be eaten alive by thier own calvary.
"Pisbur, sir" a cringing scout orc gasped, dashing up to the massive Uruk captian.
"Don't 'sir' me maggot" The great orc snarled. "Well, don't stand there wetting yerself. Report!"
"A large unidentified armed party, not elves or dwarves, has approached our flanking outriders." the smaller orc replied promptly "They make no agressive moves at this time, but seem to be observing the battle with interest."
"Leave them alone for now, but watch them closely. We may want to offer a share in the battle and the spoils if they show no love for the stinking point ears."
The captian then turned to watch the battle's progress, as the scout raced off to relay his orders.

Many hours later a party of fifteen of the House of Quickclaw's finest warriors arrived, most bearing no weapons in the conventional sense. The Quickclaw where famous for their creation of the Infinite Mystical claw style of martial art, suited for Argonian anatomy. If needed, a party of Morkath warriors would arrive. The Morkath where massive specimens, powerfully built and tall. Wielding large, broad-bladed swords known as Dragon's Teeth, they fought in the style of the Prowling Dragon. The Morkath where brutal opponents, ignoring wounds to deliver a single punishing blow.

The leader of the Quickclaw, known as Swiftclaw, observed the battle as Sleepy had before him, studying the tactics of the orcs and elves. If there came reason for himself and his warparty to enter the fray, they would do so. The Quickclaw where not as aggressive as their rivals, the House of Kath and the House of Morkath.

(this is at yet another outpost, where similar tactics are being employed by the forces of orcs and goblins)

as an elf loosed an arrow into the skull of a Goblin, splitting it like a peeled orange, warg riders smashed into the elven formations, though already dead tired and many seeing the carnage of close friends nearby drop dead in a flurry of sorrowfull emotion. though many elves were still upon the walls, they had enough men to spare to fight in the open, and was quickly beating back the goblin hordes and hundreds of orcs...

(back to the more desperate fight)

a small band of human warriors burst out of the dwarven tunnels leading to the besieged outpost. all they saw in front of them was an empty wall and an untouched gate. they decided to see what all the noise was about by going up to the top of the wall. there they saw one of the most heroic sites ever witnissed by them. thousands of Orcs, goblins, and Warg riders were fighting hand to hand with a small number of elves(aprox. 25) and only 4 dwarves. they all broke out in a cold, unrelenting, sweat, and forced themselves to wipe out their fear like they did the many beads of sweat upon their dirty faces, and charged over the wall, down a mount of goblins, and into the lethal fray, hacking and slicing to get to their fellow Anduinians...

As the fierce wargs charged up behind them, the remaining goblins, still nearly a thousand, were forced to resume the battle. Either that or be eaten alive by thier own calvary.
"Pisbur, sir" a cringing scout orc gasped, dashing up to the massive Uruk captian.
"Don't 'sir' me maggot" The great orc snarled. "Well, don't stand there wetting yerself. Report!"
"A large unidentified armed party, not elves or dwarves, has approached our flanking outriders." the smaller orc replied promptly "They make no agressive moves at this time, but seem to be observing the battle with interest."
"Leave them alone for now, but watch them closely. We may want to offer a share in the battle and the spoils if they show no love for the stinking point ears."
The captian then turned to watch the battle's progress, as the scout raced off to relay his orders.

Alaric watched as the riders began to ride into the frey.

"Quickly! Remaining arrows into the wargs!" he said turning his bow towards the calvary.

The rangers fired into the wargs as their arrows dwindled.

"How many horses do we have? We need to intercept the remaining forces!"

bumpers.

... again.

((*tag* I'll jump in in the morning to help out. BTW, River, check your TMs.))

dozens of times a second, thousands of times a minute, hundreds of swords, lances, and spears clashed throughout the outlying regions of the Allied States of the River Anduin. a large band of men we're sent out from the capitol to help their comrades defend themselves from an evil onslaught. No wizard, no leader, no single entity other than the leaders of these evil forces knew why these outposts were being attacked. it was at first thought that because of the tunnels created by the dwarves connecting these small fortresses, the goblins were aggravated and wanted to get rid of the inconvienance. then, as uruk-hai and warg riders had entered the fight, everyone was mistified at the thoughts and reasoning behind it all.

Then, when clouds began to break, the grand Army coming to the aid found at every outpost a scene of slaughter. hundreds and thousands of Orcs, Wargs, Goblins, Elves, Dwarves, and Humans were found dead at them all... except for one, where a huge army of evil shrouded by a breaking cloud was fighting a small group of humans, elves, dwarves, and a mysterious small force of no more than a dozen or so scattered throughout the fight, seemingly using protrusions from their hands to fight, or they were fighting too quickly for any man to tell...

Swiftclaw narrowed his reptillian eyes in concern.

"The softskins fall before the might of the orcish horde..."

The warrior clenched his fists in anger at what he was about to do.

"To death and honor!"

With those simple words, the Argonian warcry, the warparty charged down the hills, their individual kiai's blending into one of epic size. The small force hit the rear of the orcish horde like a battering ram, the warriors tearing into their foes' flesh with the short claws that tipped their fingers, and lashing out with their powerful legs and large reptillan feet.

Burn Up Mini Particles!

On a whim, Shea and her small flight of death angels had decided to take a leisure flight over a green land they had not yet explored. Closing her eyes, she breathed deep of the clean fresh air, and one very specific smell caught her attention. Drawn by the scent of blood, Shea led her flight over a battle where all manner of creatures were fighting. There were elves, dwarves, humans, and a few others she could not readily identify, and they seemed to be struggling against the orcs and goblins. Shea hated elves, but she hated orcs even more, and never missed an oppotunity to slaughter them.

"Up for a fight, boys?"

With sadistic smiles, the small band of 8 black-winged angels dove on the orcs, slashing at them with nothing but talon and fang.

As a wave of black winged creatures dove from the sky, many men, elves, and dwarves were caught, surrounded, trying to fight off a massive horde in a defensive circle around their wounded commander. They could see the shining steel banner posts of the large army of several hundred Noble Anduinians, and fought off blades, axes, and spears while watching clawed creatures slash into the orcs and goblins. there almost seemed an infinite amount of the evil creatures surrounding them slashing at them and trying to slaughter them all. as the Army of Anduin approached, the knights at the front let loose their horses and smashed into a thick line of Warg riders. limbs and pieces of flesh and armor flew everywhere as the lines met, making a thunderous bellow of armor smashing into armor. the screeches and barks of the beasts on either side were heard throughout the area, and soon a thick hail of arrows flew into the orcs and goblins everywhere, thanks to the woodelve's quick unleashment of such an uncannily accurate sort of bombardment...

Silk rode through the trees on horseback, her black outfit torn and stained dark red in several places. With a pull of the reins, she stopped the horse and cocked her head. The sound of a distant battle? She listened for a moment longer and stirred the horse in a new direction.

After several minutes of traveling, she crested a hill that overlooked the battle far away. Squinting, she wished that she still had her lenses. Binocular vision would be nice. No matter, though. This was not her battle. She had already slain her prey and collected the bounty for its head. No need to get involved in this fight. Especially when the risks are so great and the rewards little.

She turned the horse around again, turning her back to the bloody scene far below. As the horse began to move, she heard a growl and, instinctively, she pulled the katana sheathed on her back, bring it out just in time to block a hatchet thrown at her. The small axe went spinning into the ground as several goblins came out of hiding behind some trees.

Great. Scouting parties. What I wouldn't give for my rifle right about now...

Shea and her flight were careful to dodge the volley of arrows which slammed into the vile creatures all around them. Grinning, they continued quick flights low over the orcs, slashing at every target that presented itself. Fury, Shea's second-in-command called a few of the angels to follow him. His group would focus on the warg-riders, as they seemed the greatest threat at this point. Besides, if the knights were not tied up here, they could be more useful against the ground troops.

Diving quickly, Fury landed behind one of the riders and sunk his talons into the orc's head and shoulder. He twisted its neck violently and tossed it aside. Clinging to the mount, he slashed at its throat until he felt blood. He then lept up to seek his next target.

Silk jammed her feet into the sides of the horse and it took off right at one of the goblins. The vile creature sidestepped to keep from getting run over and the woman took the opening to take a swipe. It tried to block, but being off-balance as is, was unable to and the katana slashed across its chest.

She turned the horse sharply around to face the remaining two goblins, just in time to see another hatchet flying at her. This one she was unable to block and it cut deeply into the neck of the horse. The animal let out a cry of pain as it fell to its side, trapping the rider.

Silk gritted her teeth from the pain that shot up her crushed leg. She tried pushing the horse off of her, but the two goblins were closing in fast.

High above the battle a flight of Drake Knights were on a scouting mission when their mounts began to act strangely.
“What’s the matter boy?” Lorgan asked his mount, patting it on the head gently.
“Death….Orcs….and men……. and Elves.” came usual broken supply of his mount.
“Battle……..” Lorgan spoke to himself.
Then much louder “Flying Drowgs, Prepare for battle!”
All around him came the sound of twenty riders latching themselves to the saddles of the drakes. Lorgan’s second in command wings over to him.
Whispering in his ear, “Who is it my Lord?”
“Orcs,” came Lorgan’s reply,” Drowgs Desend!”
In unison twenty blood red shapes dip their left wings and drop down out of the skies above the battle.
<OOC: I hope it isnt to late to enter the fight. If it is tell me so. :? >

Fury dropped from the sky and crouched between Silk and the goblins. His wings were spread low, ready for action and he bared his fangs and talons fiercly.

"Need some help?" he asked the woman over his shoulder before growling a warning at the goblins.

The goblins paused with this unexpected turn of events, and one accepted the death angel's challenge. It lept forward and slashed at Fury with its axe. Fury shifted and raked his talons up the creatures chest and slashed through its neck, as the axe sliced along his forearm. He turned to the other goblin and snarled, daring it to come forward.

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Back at the battle scene, Shea glanced up as more flying creatures approached. Anything with wings was an ally as far as she was concerned. At least until it attacked her. They were not close enough yet to determine anything about them, however. She darted sideways as an orc thrust a sword up at her and growled in irritation. She grabbed the wrist and slashed through the forearm. Pulling the sword and hand free, she threw it at another orc, the blade pinning it to the ground by the shoulder.

[quote=
Back at the battle scene, Shea glanced up as more flying creatures approached. Anything with wings was an ally as far as she was concerned. At least until it attacked her. They were not close enough yet to determine anything about them, however. She darted sideways as an orc thrust a sword up at her and growled in irritation. She grabbed the wrist and slashed through the forearm. Pulling the sword and hand free, she threw it at another orc, the blade pinning it to the ground by the shoulder.[/quote]

As they winged toward the battle Lorgan spotted winged forms flying in and out of the orc lines.
"Scrant!" He bellowed.
"Yes, sir?" questioned a kinght to his left
"Take a look at the air above the Orc lines." Lorgan commanded
The Knight reached into his saddle bag and pull out a collapsible scope. He trained the scope to the area Lorgan pointed out and nearly dropped the spy glass.
"Death Angels, Sir!" he reported shankingly.
"Gentlemen ready your Swords!" bellowed Lorgan.

[quote=
Back at the battle scene, Shea glanced up as more flying creatures approached. Anything with wings was an ally as far as she was concerned. At least until it attacked her. They were not close enough yet to determine anything about them, however. She darted sideways as an orc thrust a sword up at her and growled in irritation. She grabbed the wrist and slashed through the forearm. Pulling the sword and hand free, she threw it at another orc, the blade pinning it to the ground by the shoulder.[/quote]

As they winged toward the battle Lorgan spotted winged forms flying in and out of the orc lines.
"Scrant!" He bellowed.
"Yes, sir?" questioned a kinght to his left
"Take a look at the air above the Orc lines." Lorgan commanded
The Knight reached into his saddle bag and pull out a collapsible scope. He trained the scope to the area Lorgan pointed out and nearly dropped the spy glass.
"Death Angels, Sir!" he reported shankingly.
"Gentlemen ready your Swords!" bellowed Lorgan.

Shea spotted the elven commander near the center of the fray. She left her flight to their tasks of killing the orcs and warg-riders, and wheeled around to help those creatures she hated only slightly less.

I'm not helping elves, she convinced herself. I'm killing orcs.

That established, she circled the band of elves, humans and dwarves as they defended the wounded commander and picked off orcs one by one.

"Second and Third flights strafe the flanks, Fourth I want you boys down the center clearing a path, burn everything. First flight on me, we have business else where." Lorgan ordered his men.
There was a breif moment as the flight leaders relayed their orders. Then in unison Second and Third flights split off from the main group and winged to gain strafeing speed. After a short interval Fourth Flight broke and dove for the center of the Orcish army, leaving Lorgan flying to where the Angels were circling.

Shea glanced up as one of the flying creatures seemed hell-bent on engaging her. She finished her work on a few nearby orcs before gaining slight altitude for some maneuvering room, should it become necessary. She turned to face the creature and waited, breifly scanning the battle grounds to be sure her flight was doing well. Where was Fury?

((OOC: Shea is the only one circling...the others are scattered about everywhere.))

As Lorgan winged to towards the Angels, one of them flew up out of the mees that was on the ground. He flew in closer and reined his beast next to it.
"I am Lorgan of the Flying Drowgs, what are you doing here?!" Lorgan bellowed over the din.
<OOC: Srry about the typo>

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dozens of times a second, thousands of times a minute, hundreds of swords, lances, and spears clashed throughout the outlying regions of the Allied States of the River Anduin. a large band of men we're sent out from the capitol to help their comrades defend themselves from an evil onslaught. No wizard, no leader, no single entity other than the leaders of these evil forces knew why these outposts were being attacked. it was at first thought that because of the tunnels created by the dwarves connecting these small fortresses, the goblins were aggravated and wanted to get rid of the inconvienance. then, as uruk-hai and warg riders had entered the fight, everyone was mistified at the thoughts and reasoning behind it all.

Then, when clouds began to break, the grand Army coming to the aid found at every outpost a scene of slaughter. hundreds and thousands of Orcs, Wargs, Goblins, Elves, Dwarves, and Humans were found dead at them all... except for one, where a huge army of evil shrouded by a breaking cloud was fighting a small group of humans, elves, dwarves, and a mysterious small force of no more than a dozen or so scattered throughout the fight, seemingly using protrusions from their hands to fight, or they were fighting too quickly for any man to tell...
(Just to make sure you know which one im in)

In the woods to the north, a band of Human and elven rangers await the words of their scout. Moments after he breaks out of the woods, he comes sprinting back. "Orcs and Goblins!" he shouts, "Thousands of them". Nas'terune, elven ranger, and the leader of the group, calls his two second in commands over. "I know this was supposed to be a routine patrol, but the Anduin forces need our help. And we shall not stand idly by as they are slaughtered. You, Raineah(a human swordmaster) , take a group of 40 archers and 20 cavalry to the east. Shri'an, take your group of winged archers and spearmen (mounted on eagles, but of course) and attack from above at my signal. Get above the clouds so they dont see you coming. The main group shall go with me, straight in."

And so a sight rare to the world, the famed BladeRiders of Kash'niar, formed up, with their archers in front. All told they numbered less than 200 men. And so they advanced, the BladeRiders cresting the hill top, and the archers hanging slightly behind. Nas'terune's voice rings out over the battle, kindling hope in the hearts of the weary defenders.

ooc:
There are 60(20 horse and 40 archers) men in the eastern wargroup. There are 60 horses and 100 archers in the main group. The Windriders number 25 spears and 40 bows.

"My name is Shea," she yelled back, mindful to keep a safe distance between them. "And we were looking for something to do with the rest of our day. Killing orcs fit nicely into the agenda!"

Silk struggled out from under her fallen horse with the diversion that Fury provided. With a final yank, she was free of the riding beast. Grimacing in pain, she pushed herself back onto her feet.

Something must be twisted in that leg. Hopefully not broken.

The winged creature killed one of the goblins and faced off with the last. Without a second to waste, Silk took the opportunity to grab her combat knife, hold it by the blade, and launch it at the goblin. The knife sank into the goblin's neck, drawing forth black blood. The goblin grabbed at its throat before collapsing into a writhing heap on the ground.

"My thanks," Silk said to Fury as she limped forward to finish off the suffocating goblin with her katana.

"Any time," he replied.

Fury stood and wiped the blood from his face and neck, watching her finish off the goblin.

"But I think you'll need a new horse."

The archers begin loosing volleys into the mass of orcs, wargs, and goblins. Most of the archers were elves with hundreds of years of training. Most had built their own bows, made their own arrows, and knew their weapons like a lover. Most of their arrows didnt miss. Within a minute a thousand well-aimed arrows were in the air. Moments later, the BladeRiders charged. The first ranks fell to their long bladed spears which were discarded moments later. As one the mounts reared, and the riders drew forth a twin pair of blades each. The curved blades screamed forth from their sheaths, and with that sound the Windriders came. Diving forth from the clouds the Spear riders dropped canisters of unlight greek fire. The archers fired flaming arrors.

ooc: Feel free to have me light allies on fire. Im more interested in killing orcs than saving you.

<OOC: I'll see yall tomorrow i guess.> :twisted:

The woman wiped her katana on the now-dead goblin and retrieved the combat knife sticking out of its throat, similarly wiping the blood off of it onto the goblin's clothes. Sheathing the knife, she looked over at the horse and sighed.

"Looks like it," she agreed. "And no place nearby to get another one...other than..." she jerked her thumb toward the battle in the distance.

"Well if you would like to steal one from...say...one of the elves, maybe...I could be persuaded to offer my assistance."

He flashed her a wry grin.

"Or, of course..you could try and walk home from here, wherever home is, and risk being ambushed again."

"Oh really?" the woman smirked. "And, pray tell, how might you be persuaded to offer your assistance?"

"I'm open to suggestions."

He grinned darkly. Reaching down, he ripped a piece of fabric from the dead goblin and used it to clean his hands of blood.

Silk crossed her arms, still smiling in amusement. "Money?"

"Now, now, my dear. I'm a death angel. What use have I for money?" he asked without looking up from his task.

"So no money," Silk said to confirm. She assumed a Thinker pose. "Hmm, an angel of death. A good fight, then?"

Fury laughed a bit and tossed the now bloodied rag back to the dead goblin.

"After taking on those orcs down there, I think I've had enough fighting to keep me happy for a week! Tell you what," he began, turning to face her once more. "We'll work out a payment plan later. For now..."

He took a few steps forward and picked her up. Spreading his wings, he took to flight and headed towards the battlefield. "...let's find you a horse."

Silk was about to protest, but was in the air before she could get any sound out of her mouth. She had flown hundreds of miles off the ground within before, but that was within the safe and secured confines of a plane. This was quite something else. Determine not to show any fright, though, she steeled herself.

"The name is Silk," she said. Yes. Talking would help. "And I always repay my debts."

"Fury," he replied. "Pleasure to make your aquaintence, m'lady."

He dove suddenly for the sole reason of trying to rattle her, and tipped his wings before regaining a steady flight.

Silk tensed up, drawing in a deep breath, then glared at Fury out of the corner of her eyes. Looking down, she pointed in the general direction of a riderless horse that had wandered away from the battle. "There."

She glanced over at the other flying creatures in the air and was anxious to get down, but again kept her exterior as calm as possible.

"That will work."

He dipped his left wing, and wheeled in his decent towards the gelding.

"It will shy when it sees me, so we'll have to land a little ways away. Maybe over there," he suggested, indicating a dense treeline moderately near the animal. "Keep your eyes on him for me."

With a nod and a soft grunt, Silk indicated compliance. She was more concerned about how close to the battle this would get her. It was, after all, not her battle and none of her business.

As the death angel lands, a throwing spear from one of the Windriders pierces the gelding's neck cleanly. His eagle lands and begins to feed.

The woman got off of Fury immediately upon landing and arched an eyebrow at the new development. "Well that's convenient," she muttered. "And feeding in the middle of battle? They ought to train those birds some more."

(OOC)... a 1 and a half page post at least! and it says invalid session... i gotta remember to copy before i press the post button...

ooc: I dont think you realize how much energy it takes to make turns accurate enough to dodge arrows while moving at something over 100 miles an hour and flying low enough that your rider can be effective in battle. The eagle kept that up for a few hours, he needs to get some calories.

"I really hate those things. Up for another try?"

[I need to pay attention before I say things... :roll: ]

(OOC: Pressing the "back" button on your browser might bring back your post too)

(OOC: Pressing the "back" button on your browser might bring back your post too)

ooc: nope. there was nothing there when i pressed back, just an empty post area.

"I'll try my luck down here," Silk said with smile of thanks. Flying around in an insecure position over a warring field was not exactly on the top of her to-do list.

She looked at the battlescene. The goblins and orcs were doing rather poorly against the inferior numbers of the humans and their allies. That would hopefully keep them occupied and away from where she was. "Looks like a few of those knights have fallen," she told Fury. "I'll just wait until their horses wander close enough."

"Personally, I think you're more prone to a stray arrow or the random migrations of battle down here. Up in the air, there are only allies, and it is easy to stay out of range. But it's your choice."

He walked out into the clearing and prepped his wings for flight.

Silk let loose a loud sigh. One did not survive in a life of battle by being obstinate. "Fine. Fine. Let's find another one quick."

Fury smired to himself. Ah, manipulation was fun. He returned and scooped her up in his arms and took to the air.

"Alright now...keep your eyes open." He wheeled over the battlefield, scouring the ground for a suitable mount. "How about that o-...oh. Nope, he's done. Hmm.."

Another angel sped by and wheeled acrobatically, returning to glide next to his commander. "This was meant for you, Fury," he expained, holding out a flaming arrow where Fury could see it. "Ooohh...what have you got there?" he asked, eyeing Silk.

"Thank you, Aeris." Fury took the arrow and launched it towards the ground. "This is Silk. We're trying to find her a horse."

"Hello," was all Silk said. What else was she to say under these circumstances? Her time was better spent looking for a ride than in socializing.

"Hello there...Sir, I'll see what I can do for you." With that, Aeris flew off.

"How about we try over there?" Fury suggested, indicating the area where the warg-riders and the mounted Knights were clashing.

"Smack dab into the middle of the fray? Thanks, but I'll have to pass on that one," the woman replied. "Shouldn't there be more horses around? Are they suddenly out of fashion or something?" She shook her head in distaste.

(OOC: And I really need to get going. Be back tomorrow, no later than Sunday.)

"That's hardly the middle of the fray...it's on the edges! ...kinda..."

[OOC: consider it paused]

"My name is Shea," she yelled back, mindful to keep a safe distance between them. "And we were looking for something to do with the rest of our day. Killing orcs fit nicely into the agenda!"
"Killing Orcs, sounds enjoyable!" Lorgan replied, "Mind if we join you!?!"
*Elsewhere on the battle feild*
Scrant juked his mount to the left narrowly dodging a volley of arrows.
"OpenFire!" he bellowed. Angling his mount down and across the goblin flank. Touching his beast in a pit on the back of hits head cuasing a thick,round column of flame to burst out of his and several other drakes throats searing great paths of flamming destruction into the Goblin horde. As he wheeled around for another pass an arrow clipped his mounts right wing, sending both creature and rider crashing down near the elven outpost.

(OOC: Back earlier than I thought. But I probably won't make much of an appearance on Saturday)

"I don't suppose I've very many options, huh?" Silk asked, not really expecting much of a reply. She stretched her leg out as much as possible, bracing herself as there was still pain in it. But she could still stand, still maneuver, still fight. That was the important part. "Very well, then. There it shall be."

"Killing Orcs, sounds enjoyable!" Lorgan replied, "Mind if we join you!?!"


"Be my guest! ...and afterwards, we're all gonna have to meet for a victory drink!" With that, she wheeled back and tore through a line of orcs before ascending out of reach, and turning to attack again.

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"I don't suppose I've very many options, huh?" Silk asked, not really expecting much of a reply.

"Not many, no," Fury informed her as he dove for the skirmish line. Nearing it, he found exactly what he was looking for: A riderless horse loping away from the fight and towards the trees.

Oi. Diving. Not fun. It would be soon, however, so she would just have to deal with it until then. She kept her eyes out on the fighting as much as the horse. People became blurs as they zipped by underneath Fury.

Yep...it'll be over...any minute now...

"Killing Orcs, sounds enjoyable!" Lorgan replied, "Mind if we join you!?!"


"Be my guest! ...and afterwards, we're all gonna have to meet for a victory drink!" With that, she wheeled back and tore through a line of orcs before ascending out of reach, and turning to attack again.

"I like that!" Lorgan yelled after her"Riders Attack!"
He wheeled his mount around and dove down at the Orc Lines burning a great Swath of flamming death into the horde. He climbed back up into the sky and was about to start another strafeing run when he heard a shriek from a drake and turned in time to see Scrant go down.
Pulling up along side the Angel's leader "We need to get to that rider! Can you help us out?"
<OOC: Well good night yall>

Pulling up along side the Angel's leader "We need to get to that rider! Can you help us out?"


"What exactly do you need?" questioned Shea as her talons rended an orcish throat to pieces.

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Fury jerked sideways suddenly as an orc grabbed hold of his right wing. Twisting his body, he kicked the vile creature in the face. With his wing released, he increased speed and chased after the horse. At the edge of the fighting, another orc stabbed upward and cut into his left wing. Crying out in pain, Fury crashed into the ground a few meters from the fighting and skidded a few feet. He lost hold of Silk a few feet before he hit the ground.

With a gasp, the woman went tumbling into the ground. Rolling to lessen the impact, Silk swiftly got back onto her feet, favoring the injured left one, and her katana was immediately in her hands. She backed away toward the fallen death angel, slicing at an orc that got too close. "Are you alright?" she asked Fury.

Fury did not immediately respond. The injured wing was folded beneath his body at an odd angle. After a few still moment, he groaned and pushed himself up.

"I'll live.."

Carefully extracting his wing, he was pleased to discover that the sword cut was the only injury there. Frowning, he fingered a few of the blood-soaked feathers. His attention was distracted by motion, as he looked up to discover the horse not too far off.

"Found your ride," he informed with a grin.

Silk glanced over at the horse. Her escape from this chaos. Then she looked over at the death angel and his wing.

Probably won't be flying any time soon. But he'll be fine. A bent wing won't incapacitate him, right? He can still handle himself against the orcs and goblins...

An orc broke away from the main group and charged at her, his sword held slightly back in preparation to swing forward. She waited until he got closer, then sidestepped and parried the orc's swing, pushing his sword toward the ground. Both turned to reengage the other, but Silk was faster and an orcish head went flying.

Looking back at Fury, she simply said, "You're hurt. You need help."

"I'm fine," he insisted, forcing himself to his feet with a grimace. "Let's get that beast of yours..."

Silk shrugged.

If he says he's fine, then he must be fine. Who am I to argue?

She moved toward the horse, hoping that it would not run away, yet walking slow enough to not startle it too much and to keep a wary eye out for more dangers.

Better not be another of those flying riders and their eagles about...

Her hand snatched out and grabbed onto the reins of the horse.

Success!

OOC: This thread has jumped considerably.

IC:

Swiftclaw tore the throat off of his goblin opponent. It was his fifth kill of the hour. Looking around him, his fifteen companions had achieved similar results. Again, he was charged by a goblin. As the creature approached, Swiftclaw grabbed him roughly by the shoulders, driving his short claws in deeply, and rolled backwards. The kick he delivered at close range propelled the goblin towards another of his war party, who leaped towards the hapeless beast and delivered a punishing knee to the spine. The fifteen warriors worked in tandem, focusing their efforts on individual groups and eliminating them with practiced ruthlessness and efficency.

The warparty was a fearsome sight: Fifteen Argonian warriors in their prime, covered in the black blood of their enemies, some with blood streaming from their mouths after biting an opponent. Several had suffered injury, but nothing that would keep them from battle...

"You need a leg up, or can you ground mount?" he asked as he approached the horse.

"What a pretty mare you are," he soothed queitly, laying a bloodied hand along the wide flare on the mare's nose. "Much better than that gelding. Geldings get eaten. ...hope you don't act like a mare..." Fury closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the mare's forehead as he talked to it, his wings drooping slightly.

"I can manage," Silk answered and sheathed her sword. Grabbing the saddle in one hand and lifting one foot onto the stirrup, she pulled herself up and swung the injured leg (which complained by sending more pain through her nerves) over onto the other side.

"I'll remember your aid," she promised as she gripped the reins and nudged the horse away from the battle.

Fury seemed to be leaning against the horse, his body following as she backed, and he finally fell as the horse turned away. He made no move to catch himself. Apparantly, the fall had taken more of a toll than either of them realized.

Another orc and several goblins moved in, and Silk was too busy paying attention to the new arrivals to notice Fury's condition. Her blade once again slid out from its sheath on her back as the enemy charged. The katana slashed back and forth from her left to her right, and her uninjured leg kicked out to send a goblin which the sword could not reach in time sprawling.

Aeris had seen Fury disappear in the area a few minutes prior. Now, he flew in to inform him that he had found a horse, and left it tied at the other end of the field. Approaching, he saw Fury on the ground before Silk, and he was bleeding. Aeris was infamous for jumping to conclusions. Flying in swiftly, he took out the remaining goblin and landed, turning menacingly to Silk.

"Why, thank you," Silk said to Aeris. She glanced quickly around to see if there were any more incoming goblins, but saw instead the collapsed Fury. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Mind explaining what's happened here before I tear you apart?" he threatened with a low growl.

[OOC: time for bed. catch you tomorrow.]

"Hey there, what's with the tearing apart business? Fury was a lot nicer than that." Silk dismounted and approached Fury, keeping a watchful eye on Aeris at the same time. "You're one of his people, right? What's wrong with him? He was fine a minute ago."

(OOC: Bed beckon me as well. Night.)

Pulling up along side the Angel's leader "We need to get to that rider! Can you help us out?"


"What exactly do you need?" questioned Shea as her talons rended an orcish throat to pieces.
"I need you to hold the orcs off until i can get that rider out of there. What do you say?" Lorgan replied.
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Orcs blood sprayed all over Scrant as he severed an orcs head from its shoulders. Standing next to his dead mount, Scrant no he wouldn't last long if help didn't come soon. A hatchet flew by him burying into the dead drake. He turned to see three orcs charging him. He parried a blow to his head, knocking the orcs back with his other fist and with a downward motion split another one across the midsection spill yet more blood all over him.
"Dang, this stuff will never get out, it's my best suit!" he yelled into the fray. Blocking another blade to his side, he side-stepped in and rammed his blade into the orcs belly. As he pulled the blade out a sharp pain sprang up from his side. Looking down he discovered an orc blade sunk into his flesh. Scrant yanked the blade out and severed the owner's head from its shoulders.

bump :P :twisted: :evil: :P :twisted: :evil: :roll: :wink:

"I need you to hold the orcs off until i can get that rider out of there. What do you say?" Lorgan replied.


"Oridinarily, I don't do favors. But this might be fun," she replied with a devilish grin. "Lead me to him."

Shea would fly behind him, deviating to summon members of her flight for aid.

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"You're lucky then," Aeris growled. "Fury has that name for a reason..."

Glancing to his fallen comrade, he decided that maybe the girl was telling the truth, and that maybe she didn't do this to him. Warily, he approached Fury and examined him, keeping one eye on Silk.

"Can you explain what happened here?" he growled with only slightly less aggression.

"Oridinarily, I don't do favors. But this might be fun," she replied with a devilish grin. "Lead me to him."

Shea would fly behind him, deviating to summon members of her flight for aid.

Flying toward where scrant had fallen, Lorgan also summoned several riders to him. They came in low and fast burning a perimeter around Scrant where they could land.
Upon dismounting Lorgan ordered the other riders to take flight and help the Angels keep the area clear.With that done he turned towards Scrant.
"Still having problems stay airborne? Thought you over came that problem." He jokingly stated.
"Old habits die hard my friend.......mmph" Scrant replied clutching his side,"Lorgan behind you"
Lorgan turned around and dodged to the left, avoiding an orcish blade. Drawing his sword he fended off another attack, and with a reverse swing down and to the left he split the creatue in two.
"Come, my old friend our ride awaits." Turning to find his own mount surrounded by orcs.
"Looks like we will have to do this the hard way." he luaghed and charged right into the orcish bodies.

Shea grabbed hold of the wounded man, pumping her wings to lift him high above the orcs. Another angel, Syphis, grabbed hold of Lorgan and lifted him as well as the four remaining fought to drive the orcs back from Lorgan's mount.

"Call your beast!" she yelled down to Lorgan. "We can't fend them off while you try to fight your way there."

"Arcanyan Come!" Strider yelled to his beast.
The drake threw flame at the remainder of the orcs surrounding it and took flight after Lorgan.
"Thanks for the lift Shea." He called to the angles leader.

"Man, after all this killing, those orcs still won't retreat. Their numbers can't be infinite... How much longer do you think this will go on?" she asked, while maneuvering close enough to the beast to transfer the man she was carrying.

"Man, after all this killing, those orcs still won't retreat. Their numbers can't be infinite... How much longer do you think this will go on?" she asked, while maneuvering close enough to the beast to transfer the man she was carrying.
AS Lorgan dropped down onto his beast he replied "I have no idea, i dont think that outpost can last much longer. But I will fight till they or I perish."
With that he turned his beast and winged toward the angel that held Scrant.
"Scrant are you still alive there my old friend." he inquired.
"I could use a drink, sir." came a stiff reply.
" I'll come under and you just drop him down onto my beast." Lorgan told the Angel.
<OOC: Have you noticed we havent heard anything from the outpost in some time.>

"He was helping me to finding that," Silk lifted her chin to point at the horse. "Someone attacked us and we fell. It wasn't a long fall, about an orc's height. His wing was injured, but he insisted that he was fine. I got on the horse and engaged the group of goblins until you came and he was suddenly on the ground."

Syphis nodded and dropped him when everyone was in position.

[ooc: That's exactly my point...For trying so hard to get this thread started, he must be busy with something I guess.]

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"Hmm..." Aeris rolled his friend onto his side, and gently began examining the wing injury. "Just a minor cut here. He could still fly with this..though not without minimal pain...How fast were you traveling? Was he acting strange at all before this?"

The woman shrugged, her facial expression showing that she had no clue. "I don't know. Fast? As for strangeness..." She shrugged again. "I really don't have much to go on. I would figure no?"

"I can't find anything wrong with him," Aeris speculated in utter confusion. He lifted both wings to check for hidden injuries, felt Fury's head searching for bumps. Nothing looked broken. Carefully rolling Fury onto his back, he checked his collarbone and ribs, frowning as he found an abnormality along his left ribs.

"Well...feels like he might have broken a rib or 2...but that doesn't explain this. ...stay here," he instructed and flew off to find Shea.

The edge of Silk's lips twisted downward.

Great. Stay here. And with the battle coming closer and closer to my position.

She sighed.

I guess I can't leave him, after all he did to help me. Bah. That other death angel better come back here soon.

She gripped her katana tighter as the fighting drew nearer.

Yup...what I wouldn't give for a firearm and some bullets...

Dragvan dove down along the eastern flank of the orcish army spraying flaming death on the foul creatures.
"Good work, Flargh" he whispered to his mount.
"Lone.......Rider......Left...side.......Angel."his mount spoke.
"Well then I guess we'll go check that out."Dragvan replied wheeling his mount toward this lone rider. Landing near the rider he dismounted and realized she was a woman.
"You need any assistance?" he inquired.
<OOC: How long to you think we should wait for the host to respond?>

[ooc: um...I guess we just kinda stall for now. I give him till tomorrow, and if he doesn't show...we take over the SL :twisted:

btw, sorry my posts are taking so long. Server troubles, among other things.]

Aeris darted around the battlefield, searching frantically for his leader. It didn't take him too long to see her and Syphis confronting two of the flying creatures. He cast a wary eye to Lorgan and the other. Sensing no hostility, he approached Shea.

"M'lady..Fury has been injured...I cannot determine what is wrong with him.."

"WHAT?? Take me there!"

Fury sped off with Shea in tow, and Syphis straggling behind in curiousity. Nearing where he had left Silk and Fury, he spotted yet another of those flying things. Ever cautious, he circled wide for a careful approach and landing.

<OOC: Sounds like a plan. Hey no problem about the time between the posts.>
"more........angels" Flargh speaks to Dragvan
Looking up into the sky, Dragvan sees two more Angels approach from over the battle. Loosening his sword from its sheath he mounts Flargh.
"Looks like help is on its way m'lady." he says to the mysterious rider.
Sitting nervously Dragvan orders his mount to take flight. Manuevering towards the two approaching angels.
"Your companion is down there. I will stay up here and keep the orcs at bay." he calls to the Angels. Dipping his right wing and performing a slow circle around the area.

Syphis nodded and dropped him when everyone was in position.

[ooc: That's exactly my point...For trying so hard to get this thread started, he must be busy with something I guess.]

OOC:hehe, sorry, after that 1 and a half post mess up, i was really tired(had been up for 2 days) so i went to sleep. i woke up 2 hours ago, and im a bit befuddled...

IC: The original members of the fort had dwindled to two, Lorienfindel and the commander. now, they were still in the thick of the fight, but after a good flank move by the Andunian Army's main infantry, they were surrounded by a tough barricade of heavy axemen dwarves. After the arrival of so many special units of all make, many humans were still in bewonderment of so many new animals and peoples, and even one or two elves were amazed as well. The thick, strong line of the Army was advancing further and further into the heart of the thousands of the evil army under a protective hail of elven arrows...

(OOC: sorry about the pretty straightforward plot of mine, but meh, it takes the relaxation of summer to allow my brain to think of a new effective one, and right now its winter, so ill have to wait a half a year)

Caught slightly off-guard, Aeris only stared. Shea had the presence of mind to bid thanks. Together, they landed near Fury. Aeris stood back as Shea rushed to his side.

"Fury...?" She brushed the hair from his face and checked his eyes. Examining him, she found the broken rib and determined that it was not displaced. "What in all the hells is going on here?"

Shea started to approach the woman in anger, but turned quickly as she heard Fury cough and sit up.

"Fury? Are you alright?"

"Yeah..just blacked out I guess..." he put a hand to his head to stave away the dizziness. "Silk, are you hurt?"

Lorgan wheeled around the battle feild gathering up his riders. Once all together he gave new orders.
"All right men, I want flights two and three to flank the human army, don't let the Shadow spawn encircle them. Flight Four I want you fly over the Orcish Horde and cut off their escape routes. First flight you'll be with me, we will be flying right into the heart of that army and hit them hard and fast. You have your orders men. We will not see another land perish to the evil of the shadow, fight for Glory and Honor." Lorgan said. Above the Battle feild twenty men and Drakes were heard crieing a battle from a nation that had long ago fallen to the Shadow.

Lorgan wheeled around the battle feild gathering up his riders. Once all together he gave new orders.
"All right men, I want flights two and three to flank the human army, don't let the Shadow spawn encircle them. Flight Four I want you fly over the Orcish Horde and cut off their escape routes. First flight you'll be with me, we will be flying right into the heart of that army and hit them hard and fast. You have your orders men. We will not see another land perish to the evil of the shadow, fight for Glory and Honor." Lorgan said. Above the Battle feild twenty men and Drakes were heard crieing a battle cry from a nation that had long ago fallen to the Shadow.

Lorgan wheeled around the battle feild gathering up his riders. Once all together he gave new orders.
"All right men, I want flights two and three to flank the human army, don't let the Shadow spawn encircle them. Flight Four I want you fly over the Orcish Horde and cut off their escape routes. First flight you'll be with me, we will be flying right into the heart of that army and hit them hard and fast. You have your orders men. We will not see another land perish to the evil of the shadow, fight for Glory and Honor." Lorgan said. Above the Battle feild twenty men and Drakes were heard crieing a battle cry from a nation that had long ago fallen to the Shadow.

The Argonian warriors fight on, two fall to large urik-hai. Their killers are swiftly dispatched by the others, in a very personal fashion. Swiftclaw, his clothing black with orc blood, raises a battlecry that the others echo, and they resume their charge, targeting the urik-hai instead of the smaller goblins.

Sharp claws rip deep into bellies, tearing out the innards of their foes. Throats are torn free as the warriors exact a bloody revenge in the name of their fallen comrades.

[OOC: lol...someone should bring in those dead things from Return of the King. :twisted: ]

The Argonian battle cry roused many of the angels to resume the fight. Shea, Aeris, and Fury were all busy at the moment, but the others flew towards the center of the melee and attacked the orcs with renewed aggression.

[OOC: lol...someone should bring in those dead things from Return of the King. :twisted: ]

The Argonian battle cry roused many of the angels to resume the fight. Shea, Aeris, and Fury were all busy at the moment, but the others flew towards the center of the melee and attacked the orcs with renewed aggression.

"I'm fine," the woman dressed in black stated. "But you're obviously not. And I can't in good conscience leave you behind in your condition." She looked up as the roar of the Argonian sounded throughout the area.

Swiftclaw propelled himself into the air with his powerful legs, raking the face of an orc with his claws before slamming a powerful swivel-kick into its head. The orcs neck snapped with a wet pop as the reptillian foot made contact. For dramatic effect, Swiftclaw tore out the beast's heart, crushing it in his right hand. It was then that an orcish blade struck him in the lower left side, knocking him over. One of is warriors was quickly apon the attacker, nearly tearing the orc's head off in an attempt to break its neck.

Swiftclaw knew the injury had wrecked his kidney and that portion of his intestines... it would be fatal eventually. Blood gushed from the wound, mixing with the black blood of his orcish victims.

"Makaal beckons to me, Marsh-brothers. I must go to him..."

With a look of grim anger in his eyes, the warparty leader hauled himself from the ground, screaming a mighty kiai as he charged into several of the larger orcs, his limbs moving with great speed, orc blood filling the air. A poorly-made axe buried itself deeply in his chest, bringing him to the ground. Swiftclaw's claws ripped into the connecting tissue of his attacker's arm, pulling the orc closer to him. The warrior sank his teeth into the orc's neck, black blood poring across his eyes, adding to the darkness that took him as the strength in his body faded. Swiftclaw died with his enemy, an honorable death for an honorable warrior.

The remaining ten fought with renewed strength, but where beginning to be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of foes. At this time, a single warrior charged down from the hills. He was a massive specimen, standing an inch taller than the tallest of the gathered urik-hai. In his massive clawed hands was a sword of immense proportions, with a flat blade as wide as a man's head. The warrior named Bone-Breaker had returned, his bloodlust running high. The massive Argonian collided with the orcish horde like a bullet, his sword sending a small orc flying. The return stroke cut a goblin cleanly in two. His forked tongue lapped at the bloody blade, an extreme insult in Argonian culture. With a mighty roar, he charged, his blade cleaving a wide swath of destruction with each stroke.

"He'll be fine with us," Shea stated bluntly.
Grabbing Fury by the arm, she helped him to his feet.
"He's certainly been through worse."

Fury flashed Silk a groggy smile. "You can repay me some other time."

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Elsewhere, Syphis rose from a bloody dive with pieces of the vile creatures falling from his fingers. Nearby, he saw the new Argonian slam into the throng of urik-hai. Whistling silently to himself, he was highly impressed by the sheer power of this reptilian beast. Smiling, he dove again, talons extended to tear into their next mark.

Silk jerked one shoulder up in a shrug. "Okay." She got back onto her new horse and started away from the fighting.

"Payment?" Shea questioned with a very specific look.
"Services rendered," Fury replied, and quickly wished he hadn't as Shea's gaze turned his blood to ice.
Aeris merely stifled a laugh and took hold of Fury's right arm. Shea did the same with his left. Together, they took to the air with a semi-conscious Fury in tow. The issue now would be finding a safe place to keep him until they were finished with this battle.

(ooc: sorry, i got school starting again now, so i cant devote the time for this rp. you guys can take over the plot. my forces succesfully retreated, thanks to the coverage at the flanks.

[OOC: Know the feelin, man. Though I'm still free until next monday. Then it's back to dorm life, and back to institutionalized food....]

As James(Hey Look a normalname :lol: ) passed over the orchish horde for a low pass. There was a moment of searing pain in his right shoulder, looking down he discovered a long, slim Uruk arrow protruding out of his shoulder. Suddenly his side burst into immense as a nother arrow flew into him. This one cuased him to lose control and crash into the midst of the orchish horde. Struggling to get out of his harness James felt two more arrows slam into his body. Belowing in rage he charged at the nearest orc archer taking three more arrows before falling down dead only to have his body befouled by the nearest Uruk-Hai warrior.

And without further adieu, Silk disappeared into the forest.