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This will be a Old world weapons Rp, and it will follow the story of the war from helms deep until only one player reamains. so, no tanks, orc lasers etc etc.


Anyways. Lets get the major players set out for the WOTR

1. Gondor.
2. Rohan (thats me. woot :mp5: )
3. Isengaurd.
4. Mordor
5. The eldar
6. The southrons
7. the easterlings
8. The kinghts Of dol Amroth
9. the Dwarves

any other suggestions will be taken. ill close the players list after....3 days then we will start a killin (thats three days arizona time)

I'll play as Dol Amroth

This sounds cool.

I'll play Isengard if that's alright.

OOC: Damn you i wanted DOl Amroth!!!!

When you say Eldar do you mean High Elves or Wood Elves?

Either way ill take em :)

I'll play as mordor

Kyleralia: mordor

independent hitmen : You can be ethier one, but only one. Elves.

Zarbia:Isengard

Yr Widdfa Dol amroth
Me: Rohan.

Ok, in two more days we will start.

Sounds good. I better start marching to Helm's Deep.

Is this RP going to strictly follow the book/movie or can we do things a bit differently?

well, yes and no.

The warfare, units, and weapons will. but, i thought id twist it a bit to where you can bash anybody, as in like Mordor can attack the Haradrim, isengaurd can attck mordor etc etc. Its a sumo free lance.

But, major battles from the book like Helms deep and The pelennor can still happen. Its jsut a matter of how people would like to play.

We could be the southrons. They sort of got short shrift in JRR's version. I could perhaps give them a little more culture and dignity.
And better Oliphaunt handlers.

We could be the southrons. They sort of got short shrift in JRR's version. I could perhaps give them a little more culture and dignity.
And better Oliphaunt handlers.


Kyleralia: mordor

independent hitmen : Elves.

Zarbia:Isengard

Yr Widdfa Dol amroth
Me: Rohan.
Tar Galadon: southrons.

Ok. This is going great. It sould turn out to be a interesting battle for middle earth. 1 more day.

need a Gandalf? you don't have the Istari represented

Thats a good idea. The Istari could come into play i guess.

But would you stick to being good ol gandalf, or be a merc of sorts? like allying your self with any side?

good old Gandalf - he'd never ally himself to evil

Kyleralia: mordor

independent hitmen : Elves.

Zarbia:Isengard

Yr Widdfa Dol amroth
Me: Rohan.
Tar Galadon: southrons.
Aligned Planets : Gandalf.

May I be Gondor?

Come on people, this is gonna be really cool!

I'll take the Noldor (unless Independent Hitman decide to be High Elves. Then I'll be the Numenoreans).

OOC: This information comes from the Silmarillion, not LOTR Actually, there are four different kinds of Elves: Vanya, Noldor, Teleri, and Silvan. Before the First Age, when the Elves awoke, they migrated west in three groups: The Vanya, The Noldor, and the Teleri. Some Teleri, however, left the March east of the Misty Mountains and were known afterwards as Silvan Elves (Wood Elves). When the three Houses of Elves reached Beleriand on the western coast of Middle-Earth, they crossed the sea to Valinor, except for some of the Teleri. They would become the Moriquendi (Elves of the Dark; who'd never beheld the Two Trees) and those who departed became the Calaquendi (Elves of the Light; those who had seen the Trees). Eventually, Melkor is released, steals the Silmarils, and Feanor leads the Noldor back to Beleriand, but that's another story entirely.

OOC2: Have you thought about adding the Valar (the Lords of the West) and the Maiar (their servants)?

I think the author of this thread wants to keep it a LOTR type thing, but whatever. Ask him.

Yeah, id have to argee with Zarbia on this. Ive never read the Silmaillion, so lets keep it LOTR. Tomzilla, yes you can be gondor, Malkyer i'd go with the Numenoreans just avoid anymore delays (which i made i know :D ). But, we got the major players now, and i know every body wants to start, so lets do it. If anyone still wants to join, you can. We will just try to stick you in some how.

LETS ROLL! game on guys, lets start.

OOC: Ok, i think ill make the first move on the chess board here.


IC: As the sun rose above the moutains, Eomer stood upon the steps of the golden hall of Theoden. He sighed deeply and called Gamling the old to him.
"Gamling, what news of Theodred?" "Last i heard sire, he was on the move in the west with one company under him, to crush a party of orcs and wild men." "How many orcs? Gamling?" Gamling looked down upon the city, and said "Is not known sire, but they are no normal orcs. They are bigger, and faster with thick armour and sharp blades." This had a deep impact on Eomer, and he at last said "Muster two Companys, have one make a patrol around Edoras, and i shall lead the other to the west to find Theodred.

As the host of eomer left edoras, the kings counciler Grima wurmtouge had turned to the king...and begun to whisper in his ear. "Eomer has left your city my lord, he has...left you with out defenses....he is a tratior.."

"Ah, Grima, you are always doubting me. We are indeed prepared to crush the Rohirrim." said Saruman slyly as he led his assistant onto the balcony of his citadel.

Below them stood 10,000 fully equipped Uruk-Hai, ready to march to battle. Grima's jaw dropped and his eyes widened.

"Master, my apologies..." began Grima but could not finish.

The massive army began clanging their weapons against their shields, raising a deafening sound. They growled in anticipation of their chance to taste man-flesh.

Saruman summoned powers to project his booming voice over the entire area.

"MY CREATIONS, GO FORTH AND PURGE THE LAND OF THE FOOLISH MEN OF ROHAN! ISENGARD WILL PREVAIL AND THE END OF MANKIND WILL SOON COME! GO NOW!"

With no moment's delay, the Uruks began marching towards Helm's Deep, the last line of defense for the Rohirrim.

Err...I thought we were going to begin with the siege of Helm's Deep.

Well, when i said the battle for the deep, i thought that we could do the events leading up to it as well. i probably should have cleared that up. My apologies.

Alright, keep going, we'll use my last post later on when your guys get to Helm's Deep.

Barely one hour out of Edoras, Eomer came across a small party of riders. Their armour was torn, and their swords chipped and bent. "My lord Eomer, we must return to edoras, theodred has fallen." Eomer rode closer, and saw that one horse bore a rider and a body. "Fall back to edoras, and pray the king has been healed." "RIDE!"

Eomer ran up the steps, to find Theoden standing with tears in his face. "My son...Gandalf had told me of this...grima has been lying to me... even now i regret that saurman had posioned my mind..and now 10,000 orcs are in my lands!" We cannot hold here..Rally the people to helms deep! With Edoras's men and theodreds surivoirs we sould have at least 1,000. We shall endure this!" Hama, the kings trusted gaurd said aloud "By order of the king, we make for Helms Deep! Take what you need, do not burden yourself with tresures, take food and water only."

The long march to Helm would be filled with peril. But Theoden had full confidence is his desicion. "300 men, with almost double women and children...we may not live to see tomorrow" mumbled eomer as they rode forth.

OOC: I'll try hard not to go inactive during the Thanksgiving week, but no promises. It won't matter too much though. Dol Amroth won't be overly active until the Gondorian Campaign.

IC: Imrahil stood atop the parapet of Dol Amroth. Above him, the blue and silver Swan Banner fluttered in the evening breeze. He gazed out onto the Bay of Belfalas. Fishing ships were coming in from a days work. Lanterns were being hung on the ships that were to patrol the harbor for the night. The setting sun turned the water to flame. The peace of the scene belied the truth.
"My Prince." came a voice from behind. Imrahil turned to see a young squire kneeling.
"Rise, Talagand. What is it?" he said, his grey eys laughing at the boys nervousness. Well, give him time, he's only been here three weeks.
"A message, m'lord, from Gondor. It says that Rohan is on the brink of war with Saruman."
"Very well, Talagand, you may go. See that the messenger is taken to good quarters."
So Rohan has gone to war. Soon Gondor will be in it. Soon the Haradrim will move.
"So be it." he whispered.

Bumper cars rock.

OOC: Numenor wasn't around in LOTR. Gondor was the last Numenorian Kingdom, unless you want to RP the Dunedain. It's fine with me, but if you haven't read the Sil then you might have trouble RPing along side them.

WOOt this looks like something ive been looking forward into.

I would have liked to be Gondor, but as it looks like theyr already taken, ill just take the Easterlings.

Btw. it seems that no one is controlling the dwarves or Dale?

Also the Elves should be separated into at least 2 major countries?

The "Shadow Elves" = Lorien and Thranduil's folk.
The High Elves= Rivendell and Lindon

But as Rivendell and Lindon are going to be bit far from the action? We could just make the naton's Lorien elves and Mirkwood elves.

Rivendell was beseiged during the WOTR so it's not really out of the action.

OOC Could I join? I could be the Nazgul, which would give me control of Minus Morgul. That is aproxamatly 20% of the Powers of Mordor. Is that Ok?

Rivendell was beseiged during the WOTR so it's not really out of the action.


Rivendell besieged? WTF? What's your source? Are you sure you aren't mixing Rivendell with Lorien?

Oh and good nation's for people to play could be also Moria or Dol Guldur.

(Sorry for offtopic)

Rivendell besieged? WTF? What's your source? Are you sure you aren't mixing Rivendell with Lorien?

Oh and good nation's for people to play could be also Moria or Dol Guldur.

(Sorry for offtopic)

OOC: It was Lorien.

OOC: I thought Rivendell was besieged at some point, as well as Lorien.
I think it was mentioned somewhere briefly.
I haven't been around here for long, but could I take Dol Guldur?

Sorry to interupt but I thought perhaps you might be interested in a lord of the rings site thats wholly based around rpgs. I hope its not against any rules to tell you about it please feel free to edit or delete my post if it is. The url is Elarune.Net

Kyleralia: mordor
independent hitmen : Elves.
Zarbia:Isengard
Yr Widdfa Dol amroth
Me: Rohan.
Tar Galadon: southrons.
Aligned Planets : Gandalf.
Estholad : The easterlings
Tomzilla : Gondor.

Lessr Tsurani, youd have to speak with Kyleralia about your request, but i support it. As for Moria, wouldnt that fall under the dwarves? And seeing as Gondor was the last of the Numenorian kingdoms i'll have to say no to you being them. But, you can be either the Duedain or the dwarves if you wish. Dol Guldur is now under the control of Friend Computer.

Also, if you are going to be busy this thanksgiving please etheir send me a Telegram via Nationstates or post it here. Thanksgiving day i may not be active but will try to get on the forums best i can.

I'll be wood elves to leave high elves open for others.

Ok, Independent Hitmen is now the Wood elves, and the High elves are still open.




OOC: got to get back to work :D ill check back later.

I'll be high elves....

OOC: Ill get my ball rolling, not that I could ever do JRR justice.

Deep in the forests of Lorien the lady Galadriel sat on a pedestal next to her shimmering mirror. Behind her sat her husband, his white robes shining in the sunlight that pierced through the layers of trees above them. Before them were assembled the Captains of Lorien, not in their battle dress but in the light dress of the wood elves with their bows at ease on tables next to them.

The lady stood and the fair elven chatter faded out.

“War is brewing in the South. We have foreseen it.”

The Captains looked at each other. Barely two days had passed since a large group of orcs had been slaughtered near the Eastern borders of the forest and this council of war was a direct response to that.

“Haldir, you will take your company to Rohan and aid them. March to Helm’s Deep where Theoden and his people flee. You must not fail, for if you do Middle Earth will be a very different place. You must depart with haste, you will not have long for your journey.”

The Elf at the front bowed and left, taking his finely crafted bow in his left hand and his scabbard containing two finely crafted elven blades in his right attaching it to his belt as he left.


That evening the horns of Lothlorien sounded as the company, nearly 700 strong left the wood, heading SouthWest towards the great fortress of Helm’s Deep.

As they left the other companies set guard on the entrances to the woods whilst the lady talked with Elrond in Rivendell.

For weeks, the shadowy depths of Mirkwood had been shrouded in a sinister, ethereal mist, which lapped around the twisted bones of the dead trees, accompanied by an otherworldly whispering that insidiously worked its way into the minds of the simple huntsmen and animals of the forests, breaking their sanity and driving them into terrible self-destructive rage and madness. Tales spread through the lands of Rhovanion of a simple peasants’ village on the eastern borders of the cursed wood that was found empty, a ghost town, every one of two hundred men, women and children vanished into the menacing shadows. Whole patrols of Elven rangers from the Halls of Thranduil had been lost, no trace of them ever to be seen again. Men whispered in the night, telling of the cursed Hill of the Necromancer, deep within the tainted Mirkwood, where the spirits of the dead did not sleep, where ancient evils brooded and where the Great Enemy plotted their doom.
Their nightmares were made real on one frigid night. In the shadows of the twisted boughs, crude war horns sounded, and were joined by the wails and insane whisperings of those long-dead, which rose into an unearthly cacophony that filled the air for miles around, sending men and animals scurrying in fear. From the dark bowels of Dol Guldur, the bleak Hill of Sorcery, a great host of misshapen Orcs spilled forth, some 20,000-strong, blazing torches and banners bearing the red Eye of Sauron held high in the bitter midnight wind. Deformed shamans marched amongst the horde, chanting blasphemous incantations to Sauron and calling upon His dark power to carry his armies to victory and strike down those who would dare to oppose Him. Mighty Trolls, hauling forth a score or more of heavy, wheeled catapults, bellowed under the strain, while others, crudely armoured, bore heavy maces and wicked greatswords, ready to strike down their Master’s foes. With them, the unearthly mist flowed, shrouding dread wraiths and shadow-vassals of Sauron, driven by restless hatred and spite of the living, and regiments of the insubstantial forms of mortal men and elves, long tainted and driven to insanity by the evil of the Dark Lord. At the head of the vast column, a hideous Fell Beast soared on its great, leathery wings, bearing the sinister form of Khamul the Easterling, second of the Nazgûl and Lord of Dol Guldur, leading his great host onwards, towards the hallowed forest-kingdom of Lorien.

Before we get too deep into this RP, can we create a separate thread for it? All the OOCs are going to get highly irritating

"We must unite, or we shall fall...." Elrond muttered to himself.

"But if we aid men, what shall be left to guard our havens and sanctuaries?" Glorfindel replied.

"To the Valar, we must look..." Elrond replied mournfully



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The host was ready, all in all ten thousand warriors made up the host, the largest ever assembled since nay, even the days of Beleriand. It would march to Lothlorien, to aid their kin............

OOC: BTW, how are we doing army sizes?
I found this on a forum:
http://kier.3dfrontier.com/forums/showthread.php?t=61965 (scroll down)
The guy seems to have done some research, but I think that Rivendell and the good guys as a whole seem to be at a significant numerical disadvantage.

Lord Amjad, suzerain of Harad, stroked his long, thin moustache, peering through lidded eyes in the direction of his advisor, Fatim the Vizier.

"So, our informants tell us of movements in the north. It is as we anticipated. Are we in readiness? Have we settled the border disputes with Umbar; will they carry our troops in their ships?"

With a curt nod of the head, the barest acknowledgment, Fatim replied "Yes of course, we have been ready for months. All will go well, fear not."

Amjad scowled. "I never fear anything, least of all the insinuations of ambitious underlings." He let the statement sink in, and his advisor cast his gaze upon the pavement at his feet, unable to meet the look. "I have been attempting to follow a prudent policy, defending as we attack, as anyone who plays games of strategy should appreciate. We should keep a respectable force on our southern and eastern borders, I say. The hordes from the wild waste will overrun our towns in that area if we do not. Yet you counsel against this, saying we need every last man cast as dice in this venture. Why?"

Fatim raised his eyes. "The intent is to win all in one stroke. The wilderlings will be swept away as chaff when we return in triumph, with rich reward." He hesitated. "There is also the, ah, 'feelings' of our powerful ally Mordor to consider, exalted one. This is their plan, and their emissary has been insistent that we follow it to the letter." He glanced over his shoulder at a cloaked dark figure in the corner, one which never left the throne room, one which often listened but seldom spoke. "We do not want to offend our ally; it is poor diplomacy."

The Southron ruler hissed. "I take your meaning, little though I may like it. Very well. But heed me, Fatim. I know your heart. Trust not to such friends as come from the dark land. You think to use them for your own ends? You will find such a weapong to be a two-edged sword."

The two men locked eyes, but again it was the vizieer who dropped his gaze first.

Amjad clapped his hands twice, and young maidens brought in platters of fruits, sugared nuts, and iced drinks. The audience was at an end. Bowing, Fatim backed his way out of the throne room, never turning, always facing his ruler with eyes downcast.

The cloaked figure remained where it stood, as always.

OOC:
Actually, although Rivendell would not be able to muster a forces even a fraction of that size, with the aid of other high elven lands (Lake Neniel, Grey Havens, Lune, Harlindon etc) they would be able to just muster a force enough to reach ten thousand.....

~A Tolkien Fanatic

OOC: Short post. I have to be quick, sorry. Also, since Imrahil arrived as the main player of the Reinforcements to Godor, do I have some control over the Southern Feifdoms or is that Gondors perogative. Just curious so I know how to RP.

IC: The next morning, a small scout fleet sailed out for Tol Falas, to watch the Anduin Delta. The Corsairs had not been active this far north in some time, but who knew what could happen now. Imrahil ordered the rest of the fleet prepared. If necessary, he would strip the seriously thin the harbor's defenses. At the same time, the summons went out to the rest of the Southern Feifdoms.

The host of Rohan made their way to helms deep. As the great line of people and kinghts rode towards the Deep, the horn of Helmhammer hand sounded, greeting them. The army of theodred had reached helms deep a meer 3 hours before Theoden and had already made defenses to the deeping wall. "Halt, who makes way to the Deep?" cried a sentry to Gamling, "Theoden king, and the people of edoras! Make way for the king of Rohan!" The gate was pulled back and Theoden made his way in. "Grimbold, how many men have you brought?" "i bring five hundred men from Theodreds army and the people of local towns my lord." Theoden had a sudden feeling of relief, for 800 rohirrim could very well hold in his fortress. "Good! Eomer, Take 250 men to the Deeping wall, Gamling i want every man and strong lad able to bear arms to be ready for battle by night fall! These Orcs shall break upon this fortress like water on rock! Also, send the women and children to the caves and bar the entrance."
The sun blazed down upon the geat fortress of Rohan, as if giving it good tidings for the battle ahead.

OOC: Can i suggest that we make a different thread for seperate parts (I.E one for Helms Deep, one for the assualt on Lorien, one for Minas Tirith etc, or would that be too high maintenance??)

We could do that. It might be a little hard, but we can try at least.
Things might go a little slower however, what with people jumping from one fourm to the next

OOC: I'll be a little off and on these next few days. I doubt it will matter. I think two threads would be difficult, by as you wish.

you know what, forget about the Double thread, i cant mange two threads right now im in school and i have other fourms so lets keep it at one.
Would if i could, but now anit a good time. Stick to one thread

First little ooc: Well i think we can make it in just one thread but we could as well start a separate thread for rp and keep this ooc.
And yes i think we should keep to those number's on that site, but you should remember that they would be all the nation's could field, and as you see in book only fraction of those troop's really saw battle.

BTW. i can't see a clear figure about how much troop's Easterling's have but ill stick to army of 25 000 for now.

And now for IC and sorry as my rp sucks and im in hurry:


The Prince of Rhun surrounded by his advisors and generals stood fast over the gate of Rhunion, his capital. He could fell the wind's of history blowing around him for thios indeed was something unique. For countless years's had the area's south and east of Sea of Rhun been a separate area with tribes and kingdoms fighting each other. But not anymore.

No. He, the Royal Prince of Rhun had managed to unify the whole area, and now he could see the fruit's of his work beneath him. For the largest army Rhun had seen in time was marching out of the gate's. He had been able to muster a total number of 25,000 men. Still, all this had happened with help from a dangerous ally. Sauron. And in return he had promised to fight Sauron's war with his army. Of course he too felt great anger toward's the people's near the Great Water, and had long wanted to destroy them.

But still. He felt a bit unsure of this war. Why? Why did Sauron want to start this war this early? With the elves and dunedain fading back, and Sauron's allies getting stronger by every passing day! Shouldn't they have waited for 20 year's, and Rhun could have been able to field an army twice this size!

But no.. Sauron's order's had arrived and war there shall be. Rhun shall march to fight Sauron's war.

OOC Sorry, Mordor, I WILL post as the Witch King, tell me after. And for all, I will not see this end the same as the LOTR, this will be a PROPER Rp, as such, I am making a few little changes.

IC The Witch King sat in his study, brooding. The hobbits had Escaped! He was so close, and that damn Elf had cought him offguard. He had been so focused on the halfling, who was crossing to join him and his kinred, when the elves had done their damn magic.

He stoof, and walked to his armoury. Orks scuttled out of his way, feeling prime fear from a creature of such power. He clicked his fingers when he reached the room, and held his arms out. The Largest of Orks came forwards and placed his weapons apon him giving him the helmate to place himself. He did, slowly, allowing the orks to see everything. When he had placed it, he moved swiftly to one of the other rooms. He could looked apon his brothers, who's spirits where in the last stages of creating their new bodies. In the next three hours, they where done, and each one took up the sword. They moved out, each one mounting apon their Orkish Dragons ((Find name later)) with one thing in mind, find the one ring. The Witch King stood and watched, then mounted his own to fly to the south, to make sure of the Loyalty of the Harrid.

OOC: Humm btw. what about the ring?

The huge host of Uruks continued marching, moving through the Gap of Rohan now. They would reach Helm's Deep in a matter of days and then the men would be doomed.

If you were an eagle, on the great plains of Rhovanion you could see endless lines of troops marching westwards. They wore the brown uniforms of Rhun, and high stood Rhun's Royal banner's above them. But what was theyr destination? Perhaps Morannon? Or maybe Rohan through the undeeps of Anduin? Or, could it be possible that theyd march to Lorien to reinforce Dol Guldut's attack force?

One could not know that. One could only quess.

Bumpp Btw is the thanksgiving now or why's everyone inactive?

OCC: Please excuse the intrusion, but is it to late to get involved in this thread?

If you were an eagle, on the great plains of Rhovanion you could see endless lines of troops marching westwards. They wore the brown uniforms of Rhun, and high stood Rhun's Royal banner's above them. But what was theyr destination? Perhaps Morannon? Or maybe Rohan through the undeeps of Anduin? Or, could it be possible that theyd march to Lorien to reinforce Dol Guldut's attack force?

One could not know that. One could only quess.

OOC: Is this pick on the elves week or something??

OOC:
IH remember some things:

1) Men are scared witless of Elves, ditto orcs.

2) I am coming to aid you.

3) The border around Lorien is so magically protected, that evil will have extreme difficulty penetrating into Lorien/

4) Your own forces are highly trained and with knowledge of the geography, all but unbeatable.....

Bumpp Why's everyone inactive?
And KOR: well the starter of this thread should answer to you but for me it's ok for you to join in since we have just begun. Open nations are at least Dale, Dwarves and Corsairs of Umbar.

The 10,000 strong army marches forward, coming closer to Helm's Deep. In less than a day's time they would be there, they would win the battle.

Three Of the Nazgul flew towards Helms Deep, having recived word of the Force Surruman had mustered. Their Fell Beasts flaped great wings, their large bodies flying towards the force. THey managed the long trip in a few hours, and they flew towards the Tower of Isengard. They landed on the ground, and dimounted, the surrounding Orks, and Urk-Hi fell back in a sign of silent fear. They moved to the base of the Tower, and the front of them spoke in their screaching voice.

"Be careful Surruman, your power may be large in the realm of men, but when should you choose the powers of Mordor, make sure you have a REAL army." With that, they turned and went to help the Isengard army.

The Army of Rhun had camped on the plains between Morannon and Mirkwood, rather close to the undeeps of Anduin. Once the camp was completed, were messenger's sent to Dol Guldur and Mordor, with messages as following: "Hail thee brothers in arms! The Army from east is ready for battle. But where are our forces needed the most, and what is Sauron's strategy for this war? Please answer fast for our troops are thirsting for battle and skirmish."


In the commander's tent Prince Taras of Rhun was discussing with his advisors and generals.

Taras: "So.. now it's up to them real evil guys about our main strategy. What action's have we taken to secure our position here?"

Operation Officer Colonel Dahas: "Your highness, we have sent the 2nd Division to guard the undeeps of Anduin, and the Cavalry Division has arranged cavalry screens to north and south of our camp. We should feel rather safe sitting down here."

Taras:"Good... Any other things to report about?"

Command Officer General Mausir: "Well umm... Your highness... I have completed listing down the organisation of our army. I suppose you want to read it?"

Taras: "Sure.. let me see..."

Army Headquarters:

Commander : Prince Taras of Rhun
Suppy Officer: Colonel Mindas
Operation Officer: Colonel Dahas
Command officer: General Mausir

HQ Company (200 light infantry)
1st Batallion Rhunion Guard's (600 elite heavy infantry)
1st Company Rhunion Horse Guard's (200 elite heavy cavalry)

1st Division of Rhun (Commanded by general Alcyon) (5400 men)

1st Batallion Royal Foot Guard's (600 crack heavy infantry)
1st Infantry Brigade (1200 veteran heavy infantry)
2nd Infantry Brigade (1200 veteran heavy infantry)
1st Brigade of Rhunion (1200 green heavy infantry)
2nd Brigade of Rhunion (1200 green heavy infantry)

2nd Division of Rhun (commanded by General Ausir) (5400 men)

2nd Batallion Royal Foot Guard's (600 elite heavy infantry)
3rd Infantry Brigade (1200 heavy infantry)
4th Infantry Brigade (1200 Heavy infantry)
2nd Light Brigade (1200 light infantry)
3rd Light Brigade (1200 green light infantry)

3rd Division of Rhun (Commanded by general Farik) (4200 men)

1st Border Batallion (600 crack light infantry)
1st Volunteer Brigade (1200 elite mixed)
2nd Volunteer Brigade (1200 veteran mixed)
1st Light Brigade (1200 veteran light infantry)

1st Division of Variags (Commanded by King Wadaran) (4200 men)

Khand Guard Batallion (600 veteran heavy infantry)
1st Brigade of Khand (1200 veteran light infantry)
2nd Brigade of Khand (1200 green light infantry)
3rd Brigade of Khand (1200 green light infantry)

1st Cavalry Division (Commanded by general Sharik) (8000 men)

1st Company of Royal Knight's (200 crack heavy cavalry)
1st Royal Horse Guard's (600 elite heavy cavalry)
1st Variag Cavalry (1200 elite light cavalry)
2nd Variag Cavalry (1200 green light cavalry)
1st Cavalry Brigade (1200 veteran heavy cavalry)
2nd Cavalry Brigade (1200 heavy cavalry)
1st Light Cavalry (1200 veteran light cavalry )
2nd Light Cavalry (1200 green light cavalry)


Taras: "Interesting indeed... Well thank you"



OOC:Sorry for Uber long post, but just wanted to post this out :P

OOC: Slightly unsure about them being called Divisions, but your army :).

IC:

The Elves of Lothlorien prepared for the onslaught that Galadriel had seen coming.

Everywhere Elves were fashioning arrows and placing them in their tree-top [insert correct term when i get home and read the book again].

A small party of Elves had set out to the West of the forest to guide in the High Elves when they arrived as the Lady had forseen.



On the march to Helms Deep Haldir's company continued. They could now see the towering fortress against the rocks, within the day they would be there to aid the men. Standards fluttered in the breeze as they approached Helms Dike and the first line of Rohan defences.

Theoden stood upon the deeping wall, thinking of what he could do to stall the enemy army for just a few hours. "My lord,what of erkenband? His forces could easliy aid us in the coming fight." Theoden turned to see Eomer and he was allready in mail and plate. "Yes..Yes. Send a rider for erkenband, by Eorls grace we live out the night." "Yes sire."

The fortress of Rohan had never fallen in battle, nor had the hornburg ever been breached. The king thought to himself: "This small force of rohan, held up in a corner. Nay, this is not how i would like to fight. What i would do to ride forth in front of my men, spear in place on the open field. This is no fate, fit for rohan"

The ripping blast of horn sounded, scouts reported that the orcs had some large dragon type animal, a Fell beast of legend. "This cannot be, Mordor? Here? This is a mistake isnt it?" cried a young lad. Hama said to the boy "Hush, we will hold and we will fight with the might and fury of the Eorlingas!" Theoden stood taller then spoke "Yes, yes! The Horn of Helmhammer hand, shall sound in the deep one last time. We shall ride forth and meet this host of Orcs and their beasts! The Eorlingas shall not be trapped in this fort, we ride forth to our glory and most likely our doom!"

The Rohirrim mouted their great war horses and made their way out of the deep. Following the scouts to the Orc host.


OOC: sorry for the inactive time, family come before fourms. But im back now. KOR go ahead and join just as Estholad said. Again, sorry for the inactivness but im back now.

"My lord, i see a great host in the distance, could it be the orcs?" "Those do not look like orcs, their army is to orderly to be orcs." "Sound our horn, and if they answer as a frriendly army, let us turn back to the deep."

The great Fell Beast swooped down onto the banks of the Anduin on its huge, leathery wings, its black claws sinking into the soft mud. Khamul breathed in deeply with a hideous noise. His great horde was assembled on the bank around him, and sappers had already begun to construct the crude landing barges with the materials they had dragged after them that would carry his army across the Great River.
His Master’s spies had discovered an army of the accursed Eldar gathering on the other side of the Misty Mountains, but it would be at least a tenday before they could fully assemble and make the long and arduous trek around, or if this Elrond was so brave, or foolish, through the Misty Mountains. Then there were just the inhabitants of the ‘Golden Wood’, but, this time, the Dark Lord was prepared.
Within hours, the fleet was ready, and the 20,000 Orcs and Trolls clambered in turn aboard and rowed, steadily, across the mighty Anduin river, cloaked in the ethereal mist of their haunted fortress, followed by half-seen spectres, shadow-spirits and wraiths. The Fell Beast rose, flapped its great wings twice and soared into the air, swooping down over the progressively advancing host, its rider gazing westwards, towards its goal.

I am interested to join this RP as i see dwarves are still open. But the 3days to join are already over

To make my post useful i give you a link to a good site wtih lots of LotR maps:
http://brendoman.com/honzo/lotr/maps.htm

Nah, go ahead and play as them. a couple people joined up late anyways, so its all good

Nah, go ahead and play as them. a couple people joined up late anyways, so its all good
Excellent thank you. I know A bit about Dain Ironfoot etc, but give me a day to get more info.

The army had marched through the mountain pass. It was as predicted. They had been harried by goblin patrols sent from Mount Gunabad and it's fiefdom's, but the martial prowess of the elves had sent the goblin filth scurrying back to their underground caverns. Elrond sensed something. Glorfindel did too. Elrond looked around. His column had marched ahead of the main force. A flock of birds fluttered, disturbed by someone or something. A Captain behind him approached him. He motioned to him to speak, but then Elrond saw it...

A thick black tipped arrow was imbedded in the captain's throat. He gargled, clutching at the arrow, blood gushing from his throat. The captain then fell to the floor, still clutching at the arrow in his throat.

"Ambush!" Elrond screamed.

A detail of Goblins attacked from behind. They caught a few unawares, slitting their throats with their fine, sharp daggers. The attack was slowed down after a dozen Elves had been killed. It looked bad for Elrond, but suddenly a flight of high-aimed Elven arrows shot up into the air, goblins writhing on the ground in pain; the arrows had penetrated their crude armour. The rest of the column had reached them!

Elrond grabbed one of the surviving goblins, holding his Elven blade to it's throat.

"Who do you work for!? Speak, or I shall cut your throat!" Elrond said, seeing the look of anxiety in the goblins eyes. It closed it's eyes, then spoke

"I -I -I -I wor- kk for Kham-ul of the ni-nine." It hesitated, but a glance from Elrond silenced it. "We we-er track-kking you on or-der-ss from h-i-mmm." It hesitated again, but this time, Elrond simply cut it's throat, the black blood staining his sword.

Elrond released the goblin, walking to a very worried Glorfindel.

"The assualt must be happening quicker than we thought!" Glorfindel said, with a look of desperation on his face.

"Then we march, with haste!" Elrond said, marching off......

The Witch Kings Fell Beast flew high over the city of the Hadrum. When he was convinced all was in order, he flew back north, to the city of Ogslith ((SP?)) When he reached it he saw what he wanted, the forces of Khamul had begun their decent on the last forces of men in the once proud city. He flew down his Fell beast's wings going silent, and went towards Khamul.

"Thous have done well," Came the deep chilled voice. "However, once the city is taken, you are to wait. I will bring up the armies of Minas Morgul, a host 200,000 strong, then we will fall apon the city of Minas Tirith with ease." With that, he turned, and headed toward Bara-dun, to speak with the Master.

OOC:Erm, I'm further north, crossing the river a bit downstream of Lothlorien (is it called the Anduin that far up?), and it's quite a march to get down to Gondor.
On another note, I find this map useful; you can zoom right in: http://www.informatik.uni-bremen.de/~cbernd/pdf/middleEarth03_36in.pdf

Now, with the host arranged on the plain leading slightly downhill to the forest of Lothlorien, the Great River guarding one flank, the Orcish shamans and sorcerers gathered. Ritual circles and runes were drawn in blood, black candles lit and positioned and skulls and bones arranged in arcane forms. The mist flowed around them, attracted to the strong magicks gathering around the shamans and their rites. Daggers were drawn across their palms, allowing a few drips of blood to fall into the large ritual fire that had been constructed, and Orcs and captured Men were sacrificed, their hearts torn from their chests and proffered to the Dark Lord. A droning, repetitive chant rose, accompanied by the wailing and whispering of the wraiths, that of two or more score of dread sorcerers raising prayers and incantations to Sauron and the dark forces, making arcane signs in the air with their gnarled hands. Khamul descended from his Fell Beast with barely a sound and marched through the camp, the mist shrouding him as though attracted to his power. He reached the great bonfire at the centre of the shamans’ rituals, and thrust a gauntleted fist, bearing his dark Ring of Power, in the roaring flames. At once, the chant rose to a new, frenzied ferocity, the sorcerers gesturing frantically, trying to channel the arcane power flowing through them. Dark, brooding thunderclouds gathered above swiftly, casting a great shadow across the lands of the Anduin. Thunder sparked and lashed at the forest, but was met by some unseen force and not a bough was scorched. Then, the mist rose, the ethereal forms of the shadow spirits and those long dead now visible to all, screeching and clawing in the direction of Lorien, at the symbol of the free and living, whom they envied so. Then, it swooped, like a dark tide, across the grassy plain, at first turned aside by some magic at the borders of the wood, but, gathering like a great wave, they finally swept into the hallowed forest, darting between the tall trees.
Khamul withdrew his hand from the flame, completely unscathed, and gazed at the forest. These mere shadows could do no harm to the inhabitants of the Golden Wood, but its great magical protections had been cast aside, at least temporarily, by the power of the Dark Lord.
Khamul turned to his Uruk-Hai lieutenant, Gurbarg, who understood and gestured to an Orc runner, as the Nazgûl swept back through the encampment, stepping over the withered corpse of a sorcerer, consumed by the power he had wielded, Orcs scuttling away from his fearsome presence.

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Dragthak looked out across the darkened grass plain to the lush expanse of forest nestled at the feet of the majestic Misty Mountains, shrouded in the dense thunderclouds of this unnatural day. He snarled at the sight of it and spat a thick gobbet of saliva onto the ground before him. Thousands upon thousands of crazed, bloodthirsty Orc warriors stood ready about him. They had learned much in their wars with the cursed pointy-ears, and they would not make the same mistake this time. Under the strict guidance and whips of their Chieftains and the Nazgûl, the horde had assembled along a ridge in the terrain overlooking Lorien. Ordered ranks (or as close as Orcs could manage) of Orcish archers with their heavy shortbows and crude black-fletched arrows stood ready beside others with long, barbed pikes and spears, and all manner of rough weapons. Accompanying them still was the unearthly mist, cloaking and swirling around them, hiding other horrors that whispered and beckoned in the night. But his companions were insane and zealous, and this bothered them little in their battle-lust. Dragthak would like to see those damned Elves jumping them this time, in the wide open against such overwhelming odds.
A great, lumbering Troll to Dragthak’s right now hauled a heavy boulder onto the catapult, and Holg and Thekk scuttled forwards and doused the rock in pitch. Dragthak breathed in heavily through his hairy nostrils, savouring the foully sweet air and gestured to Thekk, who took up a blazing torch and set it to the boulder, which sprang into acrid flame. Dragthak gazed around briefly, catching sight of the two dozen other such engines, likewise prepared, ranged across the ridge, surrounded by the great host of Orcs.
“Let’s show these pointy-eared cowards what Orcs are made of!” he shouted coarsely, raising a cheer from the nearby warriors. He raised his twisted, iron longsword, grinned and brought it down sharply.
“Fire!”
Several of the two dozen shots fell early, smashing into the soft earth of the plain before them, and, out of the corner of his eye, Dragthak could see that at least one crew was aflame, screeching as the fire scorched their flesh, and that another had misfired, its projectile crashing into the ranks of Orcs below and crushing dozens beneath its bulk. However, as he watched, his own crew’s missile soared overhead, trailing smoke and flame, and smashed into the outlying trees of the ancient wood. Now, fire sparked among the dry foliage, and, he could see now, flame rose and licked the tall, noble boughs of the forest.
A grin formed on Dragthak’s lips, bearing his yellowed fangs.
“Reload!”

OOC: Khamul just wanted to make sure you have noticed my messengers arriving in Guldur, or to your army if htey have been redirected there from Guldur.

OOC: Er, yes. Sorry, erm, Khamul has been very busy lately and, regrettably, has fallen behind with correspondence.

IC:
Rhun's messenger returned back to his master with the eye of Sauron carved deeply into his chest, only able to whisper hoarsely the following:
"Send men to Lorien. Send ... fire and ... steel..."
before lapsing into incoherent babbling and having to be escorted away.

OOC:
Please note, I've got nothing against you (or Rhun); the Servants of Darkness just don't go around with memos and politely addressed letters.

The army assembled beneath the foot of the Misty Mountains. They had crossed through the pass with minimal casualties. Elrond's scouts had heard of the gathering of the Orcs, and made haste to Lorien at once, the fourteen day march would take some time.....

Helm's Deep could be seen, far off in the distance, they would arrive there soon.

Rargik, commander of the Uruk Hai army, called his soldiers to a halt. They would rest here, and at nightfall march upon Helm's Deep.

OOC: Sorry been out for a meal with the family!

IC:

The Elven company approached Helms Deep, as their horns sounded. Elven horns responded and Haldir strode to the front of the column with two standard bearers.


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Just inside the forest, behind the trees that were now burning a thin line of armoured Wood Elves assembled. Two Elves deep they fitted arrows into their finely crafted bows and took aim at the front rank of orcs that were just within their range.

Several keener eyed Elven Rangers had moved further forward in an attempt to strike at those siege machine crews that were doing so much damage to the sacred wood.

As one they raised their bows and took aim, releasing a hail of arrows towards the army assembling beyond the borders. The sky turned dark with arrows as the first Elven strokes of the war began.

Dragthak cursed roughly and snarled at the sight around him. Long, finely-crafted Elven arrows stuck, still quivering, in the wood of his catapult. Dozens of his fellow Orcs staggered to the ground, blood gurgling from their ruined necks and chests; some 500 or more were dead or dying in the first minutes of this surprise attack. Thekk lay dead to Dragthak’s left, thick, black blood leaking from the wound in his head. Dragthak raised his crude sword and gestured to the Troll, already with two arrows in its shoulder, but apparently none the worse. It turned and heaved a great, heavy, clay pot, sealed with wax, carefully out of the ramshackle cart. Dragthak looked about him and saw his comrades, armed with powerful short-bows, firing their thick, black-fletched arrows in almost synchronization down towards the forest, but their fire would achieve little. Huge, powerful, heavily armoured Trolls barged their way to the front of the horde, and Orc warriors took up their wicked curved and barbed weapons. His catapult had been winched back into position, and now the Troll heaved the heavy pot onto it. Fierce growls stirred behind Dragthak, and he turned to see several hundred Warg-riders riding through the encampment towards the cursed forest. As the horde surged down the hillside, with the heavy covering fire of their fellow warriors’ crude bows above them, accompanied by the incorporeal forms of spirits long passed-away, their swords long blunt and rusted, and the giant roaring armoured Trolls, following the vanguard of the galloping Wargs, Dragthak placed a torch to the short length of coarse rope on the pot’s top, stepped away and gestured firmly. The mechanism was released, and the projectile soared above, joining numerous others fired by Dragthak’s comrades, and overtook the racing host and smashed into the already smouldering woodland, hitting a tree and exploding in a shower of a terrible, viscous, flaming alchemical substance. Dragthak grinned, again baring his yellowed, pitted teeth, and slumped to the ground, the smirk frozen upon his face, as an elegant Elven arrow thudded into his chest, still trembling.

As the Elves saw the Wargs come bursting through the battle lines they redirected their fire onto the approaching threat.

With one command they lowered their bows, and each tracked a target, releasing another volley of arrows upon the command.

Several Elves had been killed by the sheer volume of bowfire, and more still by the crude orcish shells.

However the line was holding firm as more Elven watchers arrived from other parts of the forest, including sentinals that had originally come from Mirkwood. They added their bowfire to their Wood Elf cousins at the approaching Wargs and Trolls.

OOC: Sorry not much time for a proper post!

Theoden rode forth with Hama and Gamling to greet the Elf captain.
"How? How can this be? Elves fighting alongside men? Nay, let us not speak here, we must hasten back to the deep!

The Host of Elves and men rushed back to the deep. "Hope, has returned to Rohan" gamling softly said to himself "Hope"


Miles away, in the westfold of Rohan, Erkenband was met by a messenger, and told to hasten to the Deep. Horns sounded, and the sound of a thousand hoof beats was heard for miles round. Erkenband made for the deep at great speed upon his horse as the whole of his house followed him. Even if he came late, he would have his share of battle with the orc horde.

Saruman's army rested while they could, it was only a few hours until nightfall, then they would reach the enemy stronghold. Rargik could barely wait until he tasted manflesh, he would certainly savour the blood on his lips. But for now he must rest, for the time had not come yet.

The Three Nazgul looked at the army around them. They could almost laugh at its size. They moved through, taking in the fear, enjoying the taste of it. One looked at the beserkers, tallest of the Urks, weilding swords as long as they where, and smiled. These where creatures they could respect. They mounted apon their fell beasts, and went into the air, flying towards the fortress. They saw the men on the walls, and as one, droped towards the deeping wall. The wraith's drew their weapons, and the beasts claws came flashing onto the people on the wall. THey came back, up, then continued, intent on weakening the forces of rohan for the main host.

"DO NOT GIVE INTO FEAR!" Eomers voice roared above the chaos of the wall, "Fear not these foul beasts! All archers fire upon these foul creatures!" "VOLLEY!" And as if tuned to a universal moment, the entire host of Rohan and Elfs raised their bows and locked arrows; "FIRE!!" hundreds of arrows filled the air around the great beasts, and many found a mark. For the Beasts whined and roared in pain. "Fight! Stand firm and do not give into fear! If we kill the beasts the slaves of Sauron shall flee! Fight!"

Standing inside the main hall, Theoden watched the battle via a window.

"So it begins"

Rargik saw the Nazgul fly to the stronghold of the men. You can never fully trust the agents of Sauron, he thought, They have started the battle earlier than planned, I suppose we must go now.

He growled into the night, clanging his sword against his shield. More Uruks stood up, copying him, waking up the rest of the army. The Berserkers had not slept at all, they were always restless waiting for battle.

In a few hours the Uruk-Hai would be in battle.

The Nazgul Retreated beyond the range of the Bows, their swords dripping with blood. The Fell beasts had many arrows loged into their skin, some even in their musle, especially with the soft wing joints. THe Nazgul urged their beasts back to the Ork Lines. Above their came a scream.

Move now, they will be weak, MOVE! THe Nazgul Ordered. With that, they made another sweep, this time one of the great fell beasts lossing a toe to a ROhan Sword.

Theoden stood in his hall looking at painting of Eorl the young on the wall.
Gamling came into the hall from the armoury, bearing mail and plate for the king. "Gamling, do you trust me? Do you trust your king?" Gamling didnt speak as he lowerd the mail over Theodens head. "Gamling, what shall we do? If the wall is breeched?" Gamling fixed the chest plate over the mail, and finally spoke: "Ride. Ride forth with the gaurd of your house. And meet them"

Taking both sword and sheild from the walls, Theoden again took up a seat near a window that saw the chaos of battle. "So be it. Should the wall be breeched, and the keep overun. Let us ride forth."

Rargik and his army reached Helm's Deep. The army clanged their weapons against their shields and stomped, making a huge clamour. Immediately some of the Uruks began raising ladders and pushing them against the walls, climbing quickly.

The invasion had begun...

OOC: I know its late but can I sign up as Moria?

Haldir's Elves now lined the Deeping Wall, along with men of Rohan. Their bows had taken a heavy toll on the Uruks as they approached, and continued to do so as ladders were raised.

Those Elves that were near the ladders drew their finely crafted swords and prepared for the Uruks to appear whilst their comrades fired into the flanks of those foul creatures climbing the ladders.

Haldir saw a Berserker leap across the wall, killing two men of Rohan and an Elf with its long sword. He fired an arrow into the beasts skull, but still it came on.

With a flash his Elven blade lifted the head off the shoulders and the body slumped to the ground. Even as he did this Haldir spun around and his blade claimed another beast as an uruk crossbow bolt ripped through his fine red cloak, narrowly missing his finely crafted elven armour.

Haldir looked up to see another Uruk towering above him, only to be fallen on as three Elven arrows pierced the beasts neck.

The great horde finally smashed into the Elven lines inside the hallowed forest of Lorien. Over 2,000 had been slain by the clinically accurate Elven bow fire, but still they charged. Blackened trees crumpled and collapsed, crushing Orc and Elf indiscriminately under their flaming boughs as the inferno spread. Great Trolls slammed into the enemy battle line, swinging their crude hammers and greatswords, tossing Elves into the air with their mighty strength. Orcs were felled in their dozens by the hail of deadly arrows, but, in turn, as they reached the forest, they struck out with their cruel, barbed weapons, hacking into the Elves’ flesh, only effective against the fine, curved Elvish longswords through sheer weight of numbers. Wargs darted between the trees and leapt over the many corpses of their fellows, pouncing upon the Elven wardens, tearing at them with their foul teeth as their riders slashed about them with their crude shortswords. Still the catapults fired, reduced in number and weary, sending their blazing projectiles crashing into the forest, incinerating the enemy and their own warriors without prejudice. On the hilltop Khamul watched from atop his foul Fell Beast without emotion as his warriors were slaughtered by the score among the tall trees of Lorien.

The Elven line had disentergrated into many small combats. The badly outnumbered Elves were suffering badly, but for each Elf that fell they made the enemy pay in kind.

Sentinals in the tree tops further back from the battle began firing at the following waves of orcs through the burning wood infront of them, careful to pick out leaders and standards so as to panic the great horde that came on.

Celebron and his Elven guards were heading to the battle, they would arrive within the hour to add his magical powers, and the heavy Elven Infantry, to the fight that threatened the wood.

Tir-oh, Tir-oh!

Tir-oh, Tir-oh!

Tir-oh, Tir-oh!

The horns blew.....

And the army of Elrond marched up onto the hill overlooking Lorien.....

The Nazgul Screeched orders to their fell beasts, which flew back to the walls. With this, the Nazgul, seeing their beasts would be usless in the small confins of The cannyon. The Nazgul droped, heading towards different sections of the wall. One fell behind the deeping wall, another on the Gate walls. The Third landed on the Tower, falling through the roof. The Two outside started to attack the Elves and Men, while the third started towards the Women, and the children in the caves. The Witch King had planned well. When he has his host ready, the forces of Ogiliath would crumble, Followed by the Men Of Gondor. The Nazgul cared not for those they once where, for soon they would be given their old forms, with their new abilty to live through the ages. The Witch King would be given his choice, and he could give his servents their own as well. The Nazgul relished this, screaching in Plesure.

In the forest the horns were heard.

Elves wondered who it could be, but they still had fighing to do before they would find out.


Celebron and his guard arrived behind the Sentinals. Gathering them he prepared to charge into the battle to aid those already fighting.

Firstly though he commanded for every bow to be fired towards the great orc host arrayed in front, waiting to get into battle.

Elves who were fighting heard the *twang* of arrows being released, and many felt a surge of air pass them as their fows fell lifelessly to the ground. Turning some saw the figure of Celebron in his battle armour, along with hundreds of other Elves charging towards the battle ahead.




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At Helms Deep, Haldir had assembeld two dozen Elves and was now approaching the nearest of the Nazgul that had landed. Strewn around the towering black figure where countless bodies of men, elves and uruks laying where they had fallen as the black figure cast them aside.

The Elves gathered themselves and fired a host of arrows into the figure before charging, lead by Haldir, towards the ghostly form and several uruks that were with him.

"Elves! Volley fire!"

2000 lavishly embossed gold arrows were shot up into the air at the back of the orc army. High enough for Celeborn to see.....

In his tent, Prince Taras of Rhun watched his messenger beeing carried away with sauron's eye carved in his chest. This sight made him feel great anger. Thus he shouted out to his general's and advisors:

"What! Do the Nazgul think they can just boss around us becouse we are theyre allies! I will not tolerate this kind of treatment to my messengers. I will show for them Nazgul that im not scared of them! We shall march to Rohan!"

Operation Officer Dahas replied: "Aye your highness. That does dound like the best option. If we crush rohan, gondor can be attacked from 3 sides. And there's no use in getting our troops slaughtered in some Elven woods. Those elves are so weak they won't get out of theyr woods anyways, but rohan is a real danger."

Command officer Mausir continued: "I have already prepared the plans. We will march with haste to Edoras, and after conquering it lay siege to Dunharg if there are any enemy troop's, and march to help Saruman's attacking force at Helms Deep. We have heard that Rohan's main force is trapped inside Helms Deep."

Dahas stated one more thing: "We will march under cavalry screen by the 1st and 2nd Variag cavalries. That should help us notice if any enemy force is heading towards us.Our main cavalry force we shall keep behind our infantry, and our infantry shall march in order 1st, 2nd, 3rd and Variag Division."

Prince Taras nodded: "Good, you have been doing good job. We shall march immediately. And sen messengers to Saruman's army to say that help is coming."

"Fire!" Elrond screamed. Another 2000 arrows soared into the orc army.....

Steward Denethor sat at his throne in Minas Tirith as scouts reported moves made by the nameless fear.
"My lord, my scouts have reported fighting between orks and elves near that haunted place of Lorien."
"Rohan is under attack from Nazgul and a stange new ork from Saruman."
"What should we do, my lord?"
Denethor was worried by their reports. "What can we do. Nothing except try to hold our city. That is all. Now leave."
The scouts left.

"CRRRRAACK" Theoden and his gaurd looked at the roof of the hall, somthing big hit the roof or tower. "My lord, somthing is in the hornburg. It may be a nazgul.." "WHAT??! blast, Grimbold,Hama, draw your swords and follow me the hornburg." "This is our hour! Now is our time! Gamling, tell the archers of the keep to fire volleys upon the orcs and the beasts of sauron!" Gamling ran out to command point and shouted "Volley!"
300 bowmen fired arrows and threw javelins at the orcs. The javelins would have little effect, but these men would fight by anymeans nesscary.

Eomer fought the orcs upon the Wall will a untamed fury, for he had lost many good firends and family to these beasts. Eomer took on one of the larger and very well armoured orcs who had killed at least a dozen rohirrim by itself. Eomer brought his balde down onto the orcs head, cleaving it into two red chunks. After which two orcs charged him, Eomer picked up a elven long sword and threw it into one of their chests. They other was filled with arrows from the keep. Eomer continued to rally men and elves around him, when a terrible srceam came from behind. he wheeled round to see a Nazgul being circled by at least a two dozen elves. Calling men to him, he charged down the deeping wall towards the Slave of sauron yelling "Guthwine! Guthwine for the mark!"

Making great haste with his 1,000 mouted men, erkenband rode towards the deep. The battle was now visble: he could see the great orc ladders and a huge host of the orcs. He bode his men on, shouting "To the king riders of erkenband!" Dawn would come soon and erkenband would ride.

One of the berserkers lept onto the wall and began massacring Rohirrim and Elves alike. The smell of blood drove him crazy as he swung his sword into the midsection of an elf. He did not feel it when a sword plunged into his leg, he continued fighting. Finally he was brought down with an Elven arrow to the face.

Rargik stood in the middle of the army, watching the progress of his soldiers. A lightly equipped Uruk ran up to him.
"Chief, horsemen, coming from the north. They will fight us here. We have to fight back!" the Uruk exclaimed.

Rargik spat on the ground. Now they would have to fight on two sides, this was not good. He turned from the wall and faced the direction where Erkenbad's reinforcements were coming.
"Half of us will fight each side. Do it quickly or we will be destroyed."

The Uruk captain wielded his mighty sword and began to move to the north, where he would engage the Rohirrim.

"Fire at will!" screamed Elrond.

The 2000 archers started firing at the back of the orc horde.....

A young boy, wearing mail and leather armour stood on the wall firing arrows at the gaint orc host. He saw his own father get cut in half by a blood covered beserker. Now he merly fought to stay alive. He heard a loud roar come from his left, and turned to see a blood soaked beserker charging towards him. He raised his bow and fired an arrow into its chest, but it kept coming at him. He fired 3 more into the Orc but it wouldnt stop. He stabed the orc in left shoulder blade with a spear point. This only in raged it more. It rasied its mgihty sword and cleaved the boy in two. moments later, at least a dozen arrows from the keep filled the back of the orc, who fell over. Dead.

Galming ordered a fall back from the wall into the keep. Horns sounded, and the men of rohan and elves fell back. Fighting as they retreated

Khamul gazed upon the events enfolding below him with mild interest. A lethal hail or arrows slashed down through the air, slicing into the ranks of Orcs, cutting them down where they stood. The arrival of the army of Rivendell was unexpected, and the failure of reinforcements from Rhûn and Moria to arrive was unfortunate. He would enjoy watching the rulers of Rhûn slowly tortured to death once his Master had emerged as the victor in this war. Nonetheless, he would shatter the power of the Elves here, even if his army was slaughtered to an Orc, and they would be of no help to the besieged kingdoms of Men. He had no fear: no blade or arrow could slay him, one of the immortal Nine.
Khamul turned to his tall, Uruk lieutenant, Gurbarg, who immediately began to shout coarse orders to the other Captains. The army reserves, a full half of the horde, writhed into position, then surged down the hillside towards the new threat, vulgar warcries lifted to the skies and crude weapons held ready. Ranks of Orcish shortbowmen turned, drew back the thick strings and let loose a volley of heavy, black-fletched arrows.
Khamul’s Fell Beast flapped its great, leathery wings and rose into the air, soaring above the battlefield and swooping down upon the Elves, snatching clawfuls of the disciplined soldiers from the ground and tossing them into the air, to certain death, its vile fangs snapping at the courageous warriors, ripping into their delicate flesh.

A few elves we cut down by the sheer volume of fire from the orcs.

"Shoot the mount! Kill the mount!" Elrond shouted to the archers.

The swordsman maintained the battle line, spearmen supporting them from the back. Division of them wheeled around, and marched to protect the elves flank....

As more and more Uruks climbed the ladders and began fighting, Rargik faced the oncoming charge of Erkenbad's cavalry.

Many Uruk-Hai rallied around him, waiting for the charge.

The Fell Beast rose once more, tossing aside the ruined form of an Elven warrior from its wicked jaws and soaring over the battle below. Night had enveloped the blood-stained battlefield around Lothlorien, and the forest blazed in the darkness. The scream of steel on steel issued from below, as the huge tide of Orcs and dark warriors surged against the ordered lines of the Eldar. However, Dol Guldur’s numbers were thinning as the Elves’ discipline and skill began to have a noticeable effect. Khamul spurred his Fell Beast, and it fell into a dive again, swooping down upon the Elven ranks. Suddenly, it screeched and twisted in the air, a finely-crafted arrow piercing its skull, and it tumbled to the earth below. Khamul rose from the dust, in the centre of the Elven army, breathing in heavily with a hideous noise, tasting the air, his ancient, wicked longsword already drawn and ready. There, blazing like a great beacon in the Nazgûl’s twilight world, stood the mighty Elven hero, Elrond, ancient enemy of the Dark Lord, bearing a curved, elegant greatsword. Khamul looked around at the circle of elite Elven warriors surrounding him and turned back to Elrond. He emitted a piercing shriek, raised a gauntleted hand and lashed out with a blast of dark power at the Elven lord, before raising his cold, steel sword and advancing.

The Elven host in the forest had thinned considerably.

With Celebrons charge the orcs had been driven back, and the wounded had been brought clear and taken further into the forest for treatment from the female Elves. (?????) However now the Elven Lord was expertly cutting his way through ranks of orcs with his bodyguards in defence of his woodland home.

Meanwhile the fight continued, the orcs pushing the Elves back towards where the battle had started in the outskirts of the forest, as thin rain fell, quelling the fires as the night wore on.


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Helms Deep

As Haldir and his small host charged the Nazguul a horn was sounded in the Hornburg signalling retreat.

As Haldirs wariors, along with some of the rohirrum attacked the uruks around the Nazguul, Haldir and Eomer looked at each other, deciding wether to charge or fall back.

At the gate to the Hornburg, a steady stream of the wounded Elves and men were coming up the narrow path, followed by their fully able comrades. The window of escape for Haldir and Eomer was short.

As the wounded Elves got into the Hornburg those less seriously injured lined the sides of the walls using their bows with deadly precision into the horde below.

OOC: Oh Gandalf.... they could use a hand at the Deep! ;)
map of Gondor and the Southern Fiefdoms: http://brendoman.com/honzo/lotr/GONDOR.GIF

“Lorien is attacked, my Prince. Helm’s Deep is besieged and may already be fallen.”
Imrahil nodded. Helm’s Deep was nothing he had not expected. “Any word on the Elves of Mirkwood? Have the gone to Lorien’s aid?”
“No word, my Prince. I only got a vague report while I was in Minas Tirith.” said the rider.
“Very well. Had my brother-in-law done anything to aid Rohan?”
“No, my Prince. He has chosen to look to his own walls.”
“Very well, you may go.”
Imrahil studied a map of the world. Denethor sometimes forgot that Middle Earth was wider that Gondor’s borders. Of course, the steward would expect him to strip his borders to aid Minas Tirith. And he would do it, but how many could he send?
Two thousand knights were mustered. How many could he send and still defend the Southern Fiefdoms? He studied the map. Dol Amorth, Linhir, and Pelargir would have to be held. He had around eleven thousand men from the Fiefdoms all told. If he left five thousand, would it be enough? He could not take less than five thousand to war with him. If he left six thousand here, he could garrison each city with two thousand. And with the navy still at full strength, they could hold. Perhaps...
But how many would Harad send? How many of them would march on the White City? He needed to know. He scouts could find nothing except that they were in league with the Corsairs. Fine. He had blockaded the Anduin Delta at Tol Falas. His navy could at least make them pay heavily for the passage and maybe weaken the force of Mordor.
Well, Denethor had sent no summons yet.

OOC:Wow... if you're not going to let me RP with you, you can at least say so instead of just ignoring me...

OOC: Oh Gandalf.... they could use a hand at the Deep! ;)
map of Gondor and the Southern Fiefdoms: http://brendoman.com/honzo/lotr/GONDOR.GIF

“Lorien is attacked, my Prince. Helm’s Deep is besieged and may already be fallen.”
Imrahil nodded. Helm’s Deep was nothing he had not expected. “Any word on the Elves of Mirkwood? Have the gone to Lorien’s aid?”
“No word, my Prince. I only got a vague report while I was in Minas Tirith.” said the rider.
“Very well. Had my brother-in-law done anything to aid Rohan?”
“No, my Prince. He has chosen to look to his own walls.”
“Very well, you may go.”
Imrahil studied a map of the world. Denethor sometimes forgot that Middle Earth was wider that Gondor’s borders. Of course, the steward would expect him to strip his borders to aid Minas Tirith. And he would do it, but how many could he send?
Two thousand knights were mustered. How many could he send and still defend the Southern Fiefdoms? He studied the map. Dol Amorth, Linhir, and Pelargir would have to be held. He had around eleven thousand men from the Fiefdoms all told. If he left five thousand, would it be enough? He could not take less than five thousand to war with him. If he left six thousand here, he could garrison each city with two thousand. And with the navy still at full strength, they could hold. Perhaps...
But how many would Harad send? How many of them would march on the White City? He needed to know. He scouts could find nothing except that they were in league with the Corsairs. Fine. He had blockaded the Anduin Delta at Tol Falas. His navy could at least make them pay heavily for the passage and maybe weaken the force of Mordor.
Well, Denethor had sent no summons yet.

OOC: I'm trying to be the inept, insane Denethor. I'm I doing a good job so far?

Fantastic! I guess I have a little more freedom since Tolkien doesn't say as much about Imrahil's personality.
Ageaol, the guy who started this thread hasn't posted since you did so he hasn't answered your request. You might want to tg him. He'll probably let you, but be patient.

Eomer looked back a Haldir, he knew that the same question burned through his mind. Retreat to the keep or stand? He answered the question. Eomer charged foward into the orc lines along with his remaining men, slashing and cutting his way to the nazgul.

Theoden was in despair. He was losing men fast, arrows began to run out, and his men couldnt hold the wall much longer. "These orcs, we cannot hold them..." theoden was cut off. A roaring sound of a horn blasted, its sound deafing in the deep. Erkenband had come.

"So. The wall is lost, the men are few. Theoden king stands alone. But no longer!" drawing his sword erkenband shouted "Rohirrim!" the thousand riders came forward, the sun rose behind them. "TO THE KING!" blowing a note in his horn so powerful that the great orc host in front of them covered their heads. "Forth, Eorlingas!" The rohirrim charged forward waveing swords and jutting spears in front of them. They rode. Hedless of death, fear or pain. They rode for the King.

OOC: had a busy day today, Ageaol tell me who youd like to play as and we can work things out. I must have missed the Message. But, you are very welcome to play.

OOC Ha, I am really sad I missed getting to play as one of the southern Kingdoms, but Oh well.

IC The Witch King's fell Beast flew over the city of Osgiliath. Had he a face, he would have smiled at his masters orders. He Watched his forces getting slaughtered as they tried to take the west bank. No matter, soon HIS armies would be marching. His robes bellowed, his version of a shiver. The Master had never cared about the diciplin of his forces. This was how his army of five times the size of the Last Allience had been absolutly crushed. The Witch king had learned, and even now the orks where better. The Witch King, skilled in magic of his own, had spent the Entire war against The Northen Kingdoms of Gondor Forming a New race. He screamed on the Way back to Minus Morgul, Soon the newest of races, one he had kept even from his master, would march forth. A full 50 thousand of them, as well as 150 thousand orks would pour from the mounitnes. He sent out a thought, to the other Eight.

Meet at my city. Our time is nigh.


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Helms Deep

The Nazgul killed any who attacked it, cutting through the challangers who stood in his way. When Eomer and Haldir charged however, he felt the Masters work, and screched, a sound that went through out the skys. This was followed by two more, one from the other two. The Nazgul on the Keep cut himself a path to the wall, and fell, landing on his great Fellbeast. The One in the Tower climed using the power of his ring, ending on the top of the clif where his mount waited. The Last Nazgul, the one on the Deeping wall, fell back, as his fellbeast came, taking out a number of ladders as it did. The three screeched, and flew towards the South, Osgiliath was more importent then this fortress, the Urks could finish up.

OOC: Lesser Tsurani, 200,000 troops is too much. The maximum you could have is something like 50 000 orcs, since you don't have the troop's of southron's or easterlings with you. Or well you could have propably over 150 000 orcs if you emptied whole Mordor, but your Witch King, not Sauron

IC:

------------Rohan, Outside Helm's Deep------------------------

Saruman's army outside Helms deep seemed to be going to disorder as they were attacked from both sides. From north they were attacked by Erkenbrand's 1000 brave cavalrymen, and from Hornburg were charging out another 1000 cavalry with their King Theoden leading them by himself. Suddenly at the same time the Nazgul who had been helping Saruman's army mounted theyr fell beasts and flew away. Everywhere the Rohirrim got new hope and started to push the Uruks back. For a moment it really seemed like the sun would shine again for Rohan.

But no. Rohans tale was finally over. Suddenly everyone on the battlefield heard a strong voice of horns. Wondering what could thios be everyone moved theyre eyes to north. And yes. There they could see almost 10 000 cavalrymen advancing towards the fighting armies. Rhun's Cavalry had arrived. Rest of the army stopped some 1km from the battlefield, but 2 400 cavalrymen , the 1st and 2nd Light Cavalries, departed from the main force, and galloped to attack Erkenbrands cavalry from the behind. Thus they raised theyr swords, let out a huge shout and charged at Rohans cavalrymen.


--------------- Rohan Near Edoras ---------------------------

The rest of the Rhun's army had laid siege to Edoras though its walls were wooden and low. Thus after the siege was complete, marched forth the 5400 heavy infantrymen of 1st Division. After spreading over the city, they charged forwards it's walls and let out a huge battle shout. Soon they had reached the walls of the city, only with minor casualties from the few Rohan's archers there, and were rising theyr siege ladders against the walls and swarming up them. Rhun's victory for this day seemed complete.

You moved the army of Rhun from their homelands to Rohan in one day?

ooc:
Haven't you read any of my posts? And no, i haven't moved my army from Rhun to Rohan in one day.

Erkenband heard the horns behind him. He wheeled his horse to see the army of Rhun. "Reform the line! Reform the line!" The Rohirrim lined up once more, spears in front. "Sound the charge!" Erkenbands horn sounded, and the Rohirrim charged right back at the Rhun horse men.

Theoden sent word for the women and children to get out of the caves. Eomer went with them through the mountains. "Good. If i fall in battle rohan will live on." Theoden sat taller in his harness. "For Theodred. For Rohan. Forth, Eorlingas!" Riding to Erkenbands aid, Theoden and his riders 1300 total made up of his personal units, rode forth to glory. The Horn of Helm sounded, Its call powerful in the deep.

The last thing Eomer said to Haldir at the Deep was: "Lend them your bows. One last time" Haldirs elfs ran back to the wall, and prepared to volly fire.

When he received word of the fighting in Rohan, Dain Ironfoot sent out messengers to the dwarven kingdoms in the Iron Hills and the Blue mountains. In the meantime he ordered the Dwarves of the Lonely mountain to prepare themselves, soon they would march to war.
Dains son Thorin Stonehelm had already left with a host of the most impatient dwarven warriors, on his way south to help men in their struggle.

Elves were starting to die in considerable numbers, by the sheer weight of numbers, or the sythed talons of the fell beast. Elrond had other considerationd though.

"Go back to the shadows!" He shouted, blocking the blast with his ring vilya. "Go back! The darkness is fading, your time is over!"

Haldirs Elves, or those that remained, rose again onto the wall, fighting the thin pockets of Uruks as they did so.

Once they had regained their wall top positions they began firing into the uruks below, hoping to draw them towards the fortress rather than to the cavalry.


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Lothlorien

The Elves were growing tired. Even their strength could not hold out indefinetely. What amazed some of them was that the orcs were not cowardly fleeing, as had become so usual when they saw so many comrades die.

However they continued to fight for the defence of their wood, and more Elves from Mirkwood were coming, hearing the call for aid.

Meanwhile, Glorfindel had hurried to the Wood Elven lines, discarding Orc forces like pieces of hay.

"Where is Celeborn!? Or Galadriel! I bring them messages!" He shouted at a passing by Elf....

The Elf looked at him and bowed quickly

"My Lord Celebron is over there"

He pointed to where orcs were being thrown into the air in great quantities.

"He is engaged in battle. Go to him and he will listen. The Lady waits at the city with the rest of our kin."

"Please I must get to Galadriel. I must now!" Glorfindel panted.

The Orcish horde had now spent almost half of its number, but still more poured against the lines of elite Elven warriors, falling in their droves to the Elves’ curved, silvered longswords and swift arrows. Lumbering, heavily-armoured Trolls smashed into their ranks, crushing the enemy underfoot and beneath their great clubs and wicked flails and Orcs hacked and lashed at the tall, elegantly armoured Elves with their crude weapons and fired again and again with their heavy shortbows, their bowfire only effective through sheer volume. These Orcs had seen terrors worse than any Elf in the the dark belly of Dol Guldur, where the dead walk still and whisper maddeningly to the living, and feared their masters more than any pointy-eared bowman.
In the centre of the Elven army’s ranks, Khamul the Easterling, Second of the Nine, hissed at the regal figure of Elrond, lord of Rivendell. He raised his ancient sword and advanced, swinging his blade in a powerful arc, but Elrond blocked it swiftly with his fine, curved sword. He quickly brought his sword around and struck back at Khamul, lightning fast, but the Nazgûl merely caught the blade in his gauntleted hand, and lashed out again with a blast of dark power.

OOC: I said I wanted to be Moria.

IC:The mines of Moria were busy with activity after the Fellowship had passed through. They had chosen a new Balrog to be their chieftan, Lungorthin. He ordered the massing of orcs and goblins. He also gathered the few remaining Balrogs in the land. All together, there were only 3 including himself. He then had the orcs and goblins forge armour out of mithril for the Balrogs and orc chieftans. The mines then suddenly went quiet. Lungorthin put the fear of fire in the orcs and goblins in order to have them march to Rivendell in absolute secrecy. The march started...

Celebran rode up the streets of Minas Tirith with his five companions. He smiled as people turned and stared. In their shining armor and silver and blue livery. Some of these had never seen the Knights of Dol Amroth.
They dismounted in the highest ring of the city, turning over their gray warhorses to the Guards of the Fountain Court.
They were eventually ushered into the hall of the Steward. As they entered, one of Celebran's companions remarked on Faramir's absense. Celebran silenced him with a look. The Steward's mood was uncertain, this was no place here for questions about his sons, especially after the word of Boromir's death. They removed their helmets, which bore had swan wings etched into the burnished steel, and marched down the long hall and knelt before Denethor.
"Lord Steward," said Celebran, "I bring the greetings of my father, Prince Imrahil, Lord of Dol Amroth. He wishes me to report that we have blockaded Tol Falas to prevent the Corsairs of Umbar from entering the Anduin. So far we are unchallenged, but we have word that the Haradrim are preparing for war and that they are in league with the Corsairs. He believes that he could bring at best six thousand and five hundred to Minas Tirith and still be able to defend the Southern Fiefdoms, if this becomes necessary."

"This sounds good. Gondor and the southern fiefdoms won't fall to darkness. No ork or man shall ever take Minas Tirith. Tell Imrahil he has done well. But I am worried about the Haradrim. But they shall fall on the battlefield like all other enemies of Gondor. You may report back to Imrahil now. If he is attacked, I will try to send support." Denethor replied.

Celebran rose to his feet. He bowed slightly, placing his fist over his breast. He and his men returned the courtyard and mounted. As they rode back down the road.
As they did, Celebran's companion turned to him, "Faramir is not in the city. Where do you suppose he is?"
Celebran nodded, "In Osgiliath of course, or Ithilien. 'Wherever there is the most danger, there you will find the Captain of the White Tower.' That is what they say of him."
The rode through the gate and looked toward the river as they passed out of the Pelennor. Smoke rose from the ruined city and the clash of battle rang through the air.
"That will be here one day..." murmered Celebran, "And unless we stop it, that will be Dol Amroth... We must come. My father will see that. He looked north, "Rohan must come..." Suddenly he turned, "You two ride home and report to my father. You two come with me. We will go to Rohan and see how things stand. I pray that they hold that long."
He turned his eyes from Osgiliath and took the north rode toward the land of the Horse lords.

OOC: Im waiting for Rohan to post about my assault on Edoras, and Saruman to post about battle of Helms Deep.

The Elf handed Glorfindel off to a wounded companion who was heading back into the wood for treatment, and he lead the Elven Lord to the White Lady.

OOC: I'll wait a while too, we may be moving too quickly for those with limited Internet access :(

OOC: very sorry about the down time.

It was another cold a bleak morning for the gaurds at edoras. "Why do we stay here at edoras rather then fight at the deep?" one of the gaurds said aloud. "BecGahh.. the other sentry couldnt finsh, for an arrow was loged into his throat. "We are under attack!" "To the walls men! Defend the walls!"

The small force of Rohan ran to the walls, only to see a great army from Rhun outside their gates. "Give them every thing we have. Fire until over run." teh men fired their bows for less than an hour. The army of Rhun overwhelmed them sortly there after. Edoras was taken. but Rohan itself would endure.

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Eomers evac party was now outside of snowboure. Eomer rode directly to the Towns Main hall, bursting through the gates shouting " Muster the Rohirrim! Assemble the army now!" Grimbold, walked up to eomer and asked "What power do you have, to muster the whole of Rohan?" "Theoden is in peril. He sent me to do his bidding. Grimbold, make haste arcoss roahn. As many men as can be found. You have two days. Assemble at Dunharrow.

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Helms deep


Theoden again fell back into the keep. erkenband had charged the Rhun army.
He gave theoden this chance. theoden would take it.

As Imrahil marshalled his army for war, his son and three Knights rode along the Great West Road toward Rohan. As the road turned west the country became wasteland. The passed the Druidain forest, passing Amon Din and several other becons. On the second day they reached the Frielan forest, only a few miles from the borders of Rohan. There they made camp and crossed into Rohan the next day. The continued west, following the mountains and hoping to find a settlement.

OOC: Would recommend you to change your rally point since im sieging Dunharrow.(Its very close to Edoras, the distance is uner 10 miles.)

---------Rohan outside Helm's Deep---------------

The commander of 1st Light brigade saw Erkenbrands cavalry charge towards them, and organized his own troops to counter Erkenbrands charge. With a great rush the two large cavalry forces collided against each other, with the first lines of men and horses getting basically crushed by the ranks pushing forwards behind them. Even tough the Rhun cavalrymen more than doupled in numbers to the Rohirrim, the larger warhorses and heavily armoured cavalrymen of Rohan were driving the two light cavalrybrigades of Rhun to great troubles. It seemed like the more inexperienced 2nd brigade would soon be routed by the grim rohirrim.

General Sharik, the commander of Cavalry Division noticed this. For half a minute he stood silent watching the onslaught of Rhun's troops, but then he suddenly shouted out a series of commands:

"1st and 2nd Light brigade pull off from battle, by retreating towards northeast and northwest! 1st and 2nd Cavalrybrigade charge right at enemy cavalry! 1st Variag Cavalry flank the enemy from west and attack them, 2nd Variag cavalry do the same from east!"

So as soon as messenger's got to the unit's commander's , the heavy cavalrybrigades formed a line and galloped toward's the fighting forces. Atr the same time the light cavalry's of Khand started moving fast to Erkenbrand's cavalry's flank. When these forces had moved to right places,
the badly suffered 1st and 2nd light cavalry suddenly routed, fleeing toward's north. At the same time, the heavy cavalry charged right at the front of Erkenbrand's cavalry, and the Variag's cavalry attacked Erkenbrand from both sides.




-------------Rohan near Edoras--------------------------


After overrunning the few defender's of Edoras and securing the city, the forces of Rhun quickly started what soldier's usually do when they get to a enemy city. You know the usual rape & rob & kill & burn stuff. However some of the men were forced to stay out of the fun and man the city's walls.

At the same time commander Prince Taras of Rhun felt good, for the assault had succeeded. Rohan's capital was in his hand's.

"Do we know how many enemy forces are in Dunharrow?" He asked his advisor's.

"No sir, we do not know." He was replied by Operation Officer Dahas.

"Ok, well send 1st Division of Variag's and 2nd Division of Rhun to lay siege on the fortress. Oh and tell King Wadaran(commander of 1st Variag's) to try a small scale assault on the fort to find out how strongly it is defended." he continued.

"Yes sir. We should also move our HQ and the 3rd Division to Edoras. I will also send messengers to 1st Division to keep the city Intact as we need to garrison our men there."


And so the messenger's run out and forces started maneuvering. Soon Edoras was garrisoned with 1st and 3rd Division's of Rhun, and Dunharrow sieged by 2nd and Variag Division's. Also the preparations for an assault on Dunharrow were being made.

Thorin and his host of Dwarves now reached the Anduin and decided to follow it to whatever battlefield it would lead them. They did not march to fast and Thorin remained cautious as he received tidings of the current situation: large numbers orcs were on the move and Thorin had only 500 in his company. Of the dwarves it was best to choose their targets carefully.

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In the lonely mountain, many Dwarves had now gathered, their numbers grew every minute. There was also a smaller company of men led by King Brand of Dale, a friend of Dain Ironfoot. Together they would march to war.

Dain put on his heavy mithril armour and took his axe Barzantathul, The exceptionally well crafted and well balanced axe and armour were heirlooms of his family and would serve it once again.
Once ready he gave the order to depart, the longer they waited, the more people would die and the smaller their chance for honor and glory would be.
There was still a long road ahead of them.

The Elves remaining at Helms Deep , barely 150, now lined as much of the wall as they could. They were lending their bows to the Rohirrum now desperately fighting for their lives in the valley infront, however it was obvious that it was a losing battle.

Haldir went in search of the King, to ask him to pull all his cavalry back into the fortress so that they might weather the storm that would surely approach with as many fighting men as possible.

About a third of the army had been slaughtered, either by orc steel, or the Nazgul's mount.

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"Get back demon! Your time is ended, your master will follow Morgoth into the void!" Elrond shouted whilst slashing back at Khamul. They engaged in a acrobatic duel, Khamul parrying Elrond's constant blows.

OOC:
I have plans for Elrond being killed, but mabye Khamul could be banished, or destroyed? Don't worry if he is destroyed, two other Ringwraiths were the Lieutenants of Dol Guldur.....

OOC: Ageaol, remember that Goblins do not like sunlight and Trolls will get turned to stone if they are in it.

OOC:
Also Ageol, There is only one balrog! And that Balrog has been killed!!!

OOC: Well this is getting deeply OOC, but. There was more than one Balrog's. They are the Maiar who served Melkor in his war's, but when Angband was destroyed and cast down they fleed to hide under mountain's all over Endor. This Moria's Balrog is the only one whos whereabouts were known in the third age.

OOC:
Yes, although their are many balrogs scattered across middle earth, the likelihood of them being together is nil.....

OOC (again) its that near to edoras? Hmm. im in school now, ill put in a IC post later.

Well acrually the distance from Edoras to Stairs of The Hold is something like 20 miles, but from Edoras to the beginning of Harrowdale (the Dale that leads to Dunharrow) is something like 0,5 miles. So by controlling Edoras you can easily block that anyone from the plains can't enter Dunharg. But, alas there are also the mountain roads that Theoden's rider's used to get from Helm's Deep to Dunharg. Oh and my troops are stationed somewhere in the Harrowdale so that they can block anyone going up or down the Stairs of The Hold.

"Those are the banners of Rhun!" Cried one of Celebran's companions as they neared Edoras. They had yet to come upon a single one of the Rohirrim.
Celebran stared for a moment, then nodded,
"Indeed, Edoras has fallen. We must be careful, but we must press on an see if any of the Rohirrim remain."
They gave Edoras a wide birth, but kept it in site, and rode West toward the Snowborn River.

OOC: Short post I know, but I have class in five minutes. As for Balrogs, I think the most mentioned at once in the Sil is eight, the bodyguard of Gothmog. So there probably weren't a lot of them even then. They seemed to sort of serve the purpose which the Nazgul served in LOTR, war captains and the like, so the posibility of two being in Moria and then Ten more being gathered in one place seems a little much to me.

OOC:
Plus if you look at the damage Gothmog and his ten balrogs did in the battle of unnumbered tears. They tossed High Elves like pieces of hay, rampaged through the elven army and practically won the battle themselves.....

Rargik had been ready for the charge when the Rohirrim abruptly turned and charged towards the men of Rhun. He was enfuriated and snarled for his soldiers to chase after Erkenbad. Rargik charged towards Erkenbad, many Uruks following him. He growled and swung his sword at a horse's legs, causing the beast and its rider to fall to the ground. He plunged his blade into the man's chest and growled in pleasure at the sight of blood. His soldiers all around him joined into the fray, bringing riders to the ground and finishing them off while they were down. Rargik pulled a man off of his mount and decapitated him, his sword now drenched in blood.

The Rohirrim would certainly be destroyed while they were sandwiched in the middle of Uruk-Hai and men of Rhun.

OOC: Let Rargik kill a bunch of people and finally Erkenbad can kill him in a cool way.

OOC: short post gotta get back to work.

Erkenband and his riders now fought even harder. Erkenband spilt the force into to parts; with erkenband leading the charge back at the orcs and the other lead by his personal gaurd Helsem. As Erkenband rode toward the orcs he saw a very large and blood soaked orc. The orc had just finshed off a rider, blood fresh on his sword. Erkenband would deal with him in a momment......

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several miles from the road to dunharrow.

"My lord! Dunharrow is blocked. More of Rhuns soldiers are there." eomer only looked away....then said "How many did we have there as a garrison?"
300 sire. With horses for all of them." "They may yet hold then."
"Is grimbold still here?" "Yes sire, i shall send for hi.... " "No, tell him to change the rally point to an area near the fangorn." "Yes, sire." most of the host left. But a small force left for snowboure. to defend the town.

One of Celebran's Knights came galloping back, "Dunharrow is besieged, M'lord."
Celebran cursed softly, "The Deep would be foolish to ride to, it's totally embattled."
"I saw fresh hoofprints leading away from the Dunharrow road. The horses were too large to be of Rhun. It could be a party of Riders." The Knight replied.
Celebran thought a moment, finding a roving band of the Rohirrim might not be of much use, but if Theoden was stuck in the Deep, finding him would be of little use.
"We follow the tracks." said Celebran.
The Knights took to the track of the Riders toward Fangorn.

OOC: I'm pretty sure that there were more than 1 balrog during the FOTR. I'm just assuming that there was another balrog that move in and took control. I gotta have some kinda special character. The balrogs were all united under Melkor before, also, Gothmog was sort of the Lord of all Balrogs so they should be able to group together.

IC: The army had been marching all night near the mountains on the eastern side of Hollin. As dawn approached, Lorthack, the orc chieftan, ordered the march to an end. They would reach Rivendell in three more days. They took cover under the mountains. Lorthack meant with the lieutenants to plan a means of attack.
"Ok, Snogal, you and Gurthol will attack Rivendell from the Trollshaws. We and the rest of the group will attack from the east."
"Yes sir!" They filed out and maintained order in the ranks.

OOC: but 10 balrogs? C'mon.

OOC: I edited. Now there are only three.

OOC: If i have get it right there's no real "fortress" in Dunharrow? It's just a secure place to defend becouse the stairs of the hold, but theres no actual fortress above it, just the rather small Firien field?

Some wievs by some artists on the stairs and Firien field:

http://images.tolkienworld.free.fr/ted_nasmith/dunharrow.jpg
http://img-fan.theonering.net/middleearthtours/images/dunharrow_als.jpg
http://www.tolkienist.de/bilder/bilderlotr/dunharrow_cd_jrrt.jpg

--------------Rohan Near Helm's Deep-------------------------

Erkenbrand's situation was getting really crappy. Now he had to turn half of his men to counter the Uruks of Saruman. Thus there was under 500 rohirrim to receive the charge of 4 brigades of Rhun. Totallin 4800 cavalrymen. This could only end in one way. After the forces collided again, fierce fighting took on for about a minute. However soon the Rohirrim were basically overrun, and theyr ranks broke. Still, most of the rohirrim alive grouped in smaller groups in order to continue fighting, but they were fastly being surrounded and slaughtered to last men. Soon 1st Cavalrybrigade's commander decided to let the other's finish this job, and commanded his over 1000 veteran Cavalrymen to charge at the back of the Rohirrim fighting against Uruks.

----------Dunharg---------------

Now as the forces had assembled and prepared theyr camp, King Wudaran of Khand commanded his forces to assault. However as he was told, the assault would be very small in size. Also he was wondering that what the hell of a fort this was. He could actually see no fort, just a very steep road going up to the cliff. However he ordered the 3rd Brigade of Khand to advance up the road.

Thus the 1200 light infantrymen marched forth and started climbing up the road .

Khamul raised his blade again to block Elrond’s lightning-quick strike, knocked it aside and lashed out with his heavy, gauntleted fist, but Elrond struck at the wraith’s wrist and fended off the blow. Elrond and the Ringwraith backed away from each other, long tears evident in the Nazgûl’s dark, ragged cloak and Elrond’s elegant robes, revealing their gleaming armour, but neither could actually best the other. The battle raged on around them, the ground littered with corpses and running with blood. However, the power of Dol Guldur was all but spent, and here and there groups of Orcs were fleeing from the battlefield, seeking the welcome darkness of the Mirkwood. The disciplined squads of Elven rangers and sentinels carved their way through the Orcish horde, slicing left and right into foul, misshapen flesh. But, Sauron’s Orc hordes were myriad and multiplied rapidly in the dark corners of Middle Earth, unlike the noble Elves, who lay dead in their thousands, their delicate and beautiful forms ruined by fire and steel. Khamul had fulfilled his purpose in this war: he had created his diversion to draw off and break the power of the Elves in the north, long concealed by the ancient forests, and the hallowed groves of Lothlorien now stood scorched and broken in spirit. As Khamul watched, a great Troll, thick, dark blood leaking from its shoulder and chest, staggered towards Elrond, swinging a huge, rusted hammer in one thick-fingered hand. It had no chance against the Elven lord, but, as the Elf swiftly dodged the clumsy blow, and a half-dozen fine arrows thudded into the Troll’s back, Khamul saw his opportunity and charged, his ancient, jagged sword slicing through the air towards Elrond’s neck, who turned suddenly, with astonishing reflexes, and slashed before him with his elegant longsword, ready to thrust his keen blade into the Ringwraith’s chest...

OOC: I'm pretty sure that there were more than 1 balrog during the FOTR. I'm just assuming that there was another balrog that move in and took control. I gotta have some kinda special character. The balrogs were all united under Melkor before, also, Gothmog was sort of the Lord of all Balrogs so they should be able to group together.

IC: The army had been marching all night near the mountains on the eastern side of Hollin. As dawn approached, Lorthack, the orc chieftan, ordered the march to an end. They would reach Rivendell in three more days. They took cover under the mountains. Lorthack meant with the lieutenants to plan a means of attack.
"Ok, Snogal, you and Gurthol will attack Rivendell from the Trollshaws. We and the rest of the group will attack from the east."
"Yes sir!" They filed out and maintained order in the ranks.

Yes as you said before. Gothmog was killed, only about three balrogs would have survived the war of wrath, and even then, the chances of them being together are nil.....

Rargik looked up and saw a horseman galloping towards him, wearing the uniform of a captain. He bared his teeth and began swinging his sword as he charged towards Erkenbad...

Elrong thrust his sword into Khamul's chest. The Ringwraith started to screech. He thrust it in further, twisting it as the Ringwraith dropped to it's knees. Finally Elrond stood triumphant, they had defeated Dol Guldur, for now...

Flash!

Khamul's body exploded in a flash of dark matter. Elrond was thrown back forty feet , his back landing on a moss encrusted rock. His back landed with a sickening crunch. So ended the two thousand year old life of Elrond. A day that the elves mourned ever after....

OOC: Im a bit confused, I was under the impression that Mirkwood was still under Elven control? In that link earlier to the numbers thread it does state that Mirkwood was in the good "corner" with 6-9000 troops.

IC:

As orcs began to flee the field before Lothlorien the true state of the Wood Elves began to show.

In the field lay dead some 1500 Elves, fully a third of the former population. Back in the forest nearly double that number were wounded and being treated. Four Elven Captains, of twelve, were dead. A further five were wounded, one gravely.

Celebron had a wound to his left arm, however it was quickly healing due to his mystical power. Even with this wound he still charged through the small groups of orcs that remained, along with his personal guard as he fought a way towards the High Elf lines and the orcs that still remained to threaten the forest.



At Helms Deep the situation was no better. Haldirs Elves had retaken the walls, and had set about destroying the Uruk ladders using flaming arrows and all that they could.

They had been joined by a troop of Rohan foot soldiers, brave but poorly trained when compared to the masterful Elves.

OOC:
The southern half of Mirkwood is dark and twisted and under the influence of Dol Guldur.....

"There is a force of riders ahead, on the edge of the forest." said the Knight.
Celebran nodded, "Excellent, be careful, they are likely backed into a corner and we must not make them feel threatened."
The three Knights advanced slowly toward the campsite by the eves of Fangorn.

Dol Amroth
The armies were mashalled. Dol Amroth, Pelargir, and Linhir were garrisoned with two thousand infantry each. Five hundred Knights were held in reserve to ride toward crisis. Six thousand five hundred men would march to Minas Tirith at the moment the call came.

"Tomorrow we will reach the forest of Lorien, home of the great elven witch" one of the Dwarves said to Thorin, but Thorin was not afraid "I will not hide myself for those pointears, we will go South and aid the kingdoms of men in their struggle against the dark powers"

ooc: One more RL day and the company of Thorin reaches the small river that leads to Lorien from the Anduin. The dwarves dont like Lorien and Galadriel (and she doesnt like the Dwarves since the fighting between them in Doriath in the First Age), The Dwarves only respect Elrond who is a friend of Bilbo who is in turn a friend of Thorin and Dain.

OOC: Ummm since this is at the time of Helm's Deep, the Fellowship has passed through Lorien. If Galadriel doesn't like Dwarves, then what was all that stuff with Gimli about?

OOC: Ummm since this is at the time of Helm's Deep, the Fellowship has passed through Lorien. If Galadriel doesn't like Dwarves, then what was all that stuff with Gimli about?

If you read the book, you would have known that at first they wouldnt let him trough, then when the others defended his presence the Elves of Lorien wanted him blindfolded etc etc.
quick edit: The sons of Faenor and Celebrimbor were exceptions to this rule as both groups shared interesting in the forging and creating of things. The sons of Faenor traded with the Dwarves in Belegost and that other city, Celebrimbor(he created the seven rings of the dwarves with the help of Sauron who had been the Maia of Aule, the Vala of creation and creator of the Dwarves (and the elven smiths)) with the Dwarves from Khazad Dum.

No, Haldir wouldn't let him through. Then he got a message from Galadriel and Celeborn that all of the company were to walk free.
"It seems that the Lady knows who and what is each member of your Company. New messages have come from Rivendell perhaps."
He then requests Gimli's pardon. But none of this is moving along the RP and your comment was not vital to your post so lets just let it go. Shall we? But never imply that I haven't read the books.

No, Haldir wouldn't let him through. Then he got a message from Galadriel and Celeborn that all of the company were to walk free.
"It seems that the Lady knows who and what is each member of your Company. New messages have come from Rivendell perhaps."
He then requests Gimli's pardon. But none of this is moving along the RP and your comment was not vital to your post so lets just let it go. Shall we? But never imply that I haven't read the books.

then what was all that stuff with Gimli about?
I just drew my conclusion from this question and asumed you had not read the book
I will leave it up to the Elf players to decide whether the dwarves are friends or not.

OOC:
Actually, Galadriel was a friend of the dwarve.......

Originally Posted by Ageaol
OOC: I'm pretty sure that there were more than 1 balrog during the FOTR. I'm just assuming that there was another balrog that move in and took control. I gotta have some kinda special character. The balrogs were all united under Melkor before, also, Gothmog was sort of the Lord of all Balrogs so they should be able to group together.
OOC: I think you might be confusing Gothmog from the First Age (one of Melkor's lieutenants and Lord of the Balrogs) and Gothmog from the War of the Ring (one of Sauron's generals, in the film shown as a badly mutated Orc).

Erkenband dismouted his horse a few yards ahead of the orc captain. Drawing his sword and unslinging his sheild he shouted "Go back to the darkness! Foul Creature, fear my blade! I am Erkenband lord of the westfold of Rohan. You shall never see another sunrise, ere i fall in battle!"


OOC: Gotta run. schools a callin

I bump this thread in the name of Dol Amroth!

OOC: what does Bump mean anyway?


Ic: At least four thousand men had been summonded by Girmbold now, with more on the way. Only 2000 had reached the fangorn camp, it would take at least 2 days for the half muster to arrive.

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At helms deep, theoden pulled back into the keep, sending messengers to call for haldir on the wall. ordering a pull back.

Kelmdrop see post nr. 154. Am i right that you missed it?

The Golden armoured Elvish Warriors recieved the message and began falling back in an orderly fashion towards the keep allowing the rohirrum warriors to move first as they continued to peper the Uruks with arrows.

Within five minutes the pull back was complete and they began setting about barricading the small door that lead up from the Deeping Wall into the Keep whilst more Elves kept watch for the Uruks that would certainly be following them up.

Celebran rode toward the camp. He kept his hands on the reigns making sure that no one could mistake his intentions. When he was within easy shot. He dismounted with his men and walked toward the Fangorn Camp.
"Hail, Men of Rohan! I bring word from the East!" Then he waited.

OOC: Bump means that I'm adding a post so that the thread will move forward in the list to make it easier to find.

Rargik faced Erkenbad, his eyes blazing.

"Come, fool human. I will slay you in the name of Saruman!"

The Uruk captain charged at Erkenbad, swinging his sword at the man's head.

Erkenband ducked under the blow to his head, and slashed at the orc captain with his sword. then backed away, shield in front.


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a sentry at dunharrow looked out from the moutain. seaching for anything..food, enemys, the rare hot rohan babe. When suddenly, the sound of war chants and marching feet was heard. "Rhun! The enemy has come!" The sentry began to hit a hammer agaist a bell, and the 300 men sprang into action. The men grabed bow and javelin, spear and shield. And waited.

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The silver knights were suddenly surrounded by several bow men. "Eomer shall see you, if you prove that you are indeed somone who can help us." said the largest of the men, "or we shall fill you with arrows. we cannot be carless in this hour of great need."

Celebran raised his hand and gestured for his men to do the same.
"I am Celebran, son if Imrahil, who is Prince of Dol Amroth. I came from Minas Tirith hoping to find Theoden enthroned at Edoras and ask him to fight with Gondor in the war that comes. I now find that the war has reached him before us. As for help, I can offer none but that which three more swords and lances may offer, but such as we are, we shall aid you if we can. If Rohan weathers this storm, I hope she will remember her friends and oaths long spoken and come to aid Gondor. There is more I would say, but that I will say to Eomer or the King."

The lead ranger looked at the prince, then bowed deeply. "My lord, eomer shall see you. Please follow me." The ranger lead the three into a large tent, where eomer stood above a map. "my lord, men of the east have come."

Celebran bowed low.
"My lord, I bring the greeting of Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth. I must say I had hoped to come to you for aid against the shadow that grows in the east, but, it seems that it is you that needs aid here. I wish I had brought more men, but such as we are, we will aid you. I fear you cannot look to Minas Tirith for aid and by the time aid could come from Dol Amroth, it might be too late. Denethor looks to his own walls and will not see the world beyond. How stand things here?"

Returning the bow, eomer said " Nay, we cannot ride to gondors aid. Not yet at least. Our king is trapped at the Deep. So i have called up the half muster so far, with at least 5000 more to come." eomer sighed, then bode Celebran to come to the map. "See here, the army of rhun is at Edoras, and dunharrow. We have 300 men there. The deep is cut off. And we are here. At fangorn. We need to muster our troops, then take back the deep and edoras before any march is made for Gondor....i am sorry, but this is how things stand now..."

OOC: Anybody have objections to me using a small group of Elven Rangers joining that group? Perhaps a small party (no more than 40) sent from the forest guard when the battle appeared won at Lothlorien to aid Haldirs troop?

OOC: If you're talking about the group at Fangorn, it's fine with me. Oh, and are those Dwarves headed this way or are they going to Gondor?

IC: Celebran stared quietly at the map for a moment. "Why not reverse the situation at the Deep? If you get a large force up, you could charge the enemy at Helm's Deep from behind. They would be bottled up in the valley, and at the right moment, Theoden charges. It's desperate, but so is your situation, and if you fall here, the men of Rhun will fall on Gondor from the West. There are two hundred Knights at Minas Tirith, it would take a week, but I could get them here. It would be faster if you would lend one of my men a fast horse. We probably don't have that much time in any case. Edoras, however, seems less important. If you defeat the army of Rhun in the field, leave a few men to keep them in Edoras and march East."

OOC: The dwarves are going to Rohan first, and if they can they might join the forces heading further south after they saw the caves of Helm Deep.
I think i've waited long enough, Elves did not respond(maybe they couldnt) and the dwarves have had enough time to reach their destination.
and Kelmdorp: Bump is short for Bring Up My Post. when your thread dissapears to 5 billionth page and you want people to notice it you bring it up by posting Bump. I hope thats understandable

IC: Thorin Looked upon Edoras from a distance and noticed flags from the armies of the East. He knew his company was to small to take on the Easterlings and realised he had no other option but to wait for Dain to arrive.(OOC: tomorrow)

OOC: Elves were busy with the fighting with Dol Gildur in Lothlorien. I will organise for a company to be sent south though, although I will have to keep more in Lothlorien and send more still to help Rivendell which will shortly be besiged I think. Elves wouldnt be too happy travelling with Dwarfs anyway!

IC:

Two slender shapes filtered through the forest of Fangorn, behind came more, singing as they moved through the trees. The trees answered and swayed in the wind, the stories of Fangorn were true.

One of the Elves in the main group turned to another.

"Hadii, the men must be near. We must not frighten them for they may fear that we attack them. Go forward with our watchers and inform them of our arrival to aid our kin.

OOC: The Southron player, Tar Galadon, has only posted once so far.
Any chance I could take his place? I'll give it back if he turns up again at some point.

OOC: Too bad that Saruman's been offline for LONG time. The situation near Helm's deep is frozen couse that. Was going to wait for that to go little forward without keeping on with my Dunharrow assault and other stuff, but now ill just do them.

IC:

-----------------Rohan Near Edoras & Dunharrow------------------

In the stairs of the hold, the 1200 strong brigade of Rhun light infantry now reached the arrowdistance from top of the stairs. Thus they raised theyr shield's and speeded up theyr march. When in distance, the 200 strong arrowmen company started firing volleys of arrow's to the top of the road.
Soon when getting closer to top of the the road the remaining 1000 men let out a warcry and charged toward's the Rohanian ranks.



Meanwhile in HQ in Edoras:

Prince Rhun of Taras was discussing with his general's while he could hear the warcry of Rhun's troops from Dunharrow.

"Ok. So we have Edoras and basically Helm's deep and Dunharrow. However there's much more power in Rohan. Where is this power?" He asked his advisors.

"We don't know sir." He was replied

"Ok, well send out scout's to all of Rohan to find out where theyr army's are gathering."

"Aye sir." And thus patrols of Rhunian light cavalry were spreaded all over Rohan.

Celebran stopped an looked up. "Do you have sentries in the forest?" he ask, laying hold of the hilt of his sword.

OOC: It seems we have a few inactive players; Mordor hasn't made a single post, and Witch King seems to have left too. and ofcourse southrons.


IC:

The messenger's rush in the commander's office, where he was still discussing with his general's.

"Your Highnes! The scouts have returned.!"

"What news do they bring?" Asked Prince taras

"Your highness, there's a small party of dwarves sitting right on the field rather close to Edoras. Propably 500 strong. Alas, the rohirrim are mustering up theyr armies near Fangorn woods. Some 7000 strong our scouts counted. But that doesn't mean theres 7000, could be less or more. Also Hem's deep seem's to have gone to some kind of time vortex. Nothing's moving there, we even saw some dueling heroes just stand still with one slashing his sword and the other parrying." The scout finished.

"Hmm.. This is interesting enough. But if the Rohirrim's number's are that large, it means they've mustered up nearly all of they'r troops. And many of them are quite green to combat. But still, theyre number's are so large that we can't take them on without our cavalry, and it's stuck in that damn time vortex. So we must wait. Alas as those Dwarves pose us no threat, we should just let them be, as it could be a trap as well. Or well, send there a messenger to say that they go to hell or we kill them, and if they don't disappear, send 50 horse archer's to pepper them, but stay out of close combat. The dwarves are so slow that they have no hope to catch up horses, and as i've heard they have no bows."

"Aye your Highness, we will act up to your orders."

When the messenger told the Dwarves to dissapear or they would kill them. Thorin got angry. Did he come all the way from the mountains in the North for nothing?
His answer was short: "No, the dwarves do not run in fear. We will fight you wherever and whenever we can" and Thorin took his axe with both hands, raised it above his head and charged the messenger, who fled back to Edoras.
"That was a mistake" Ori, one of the dwarves, said "we do not know their strength and yet we prepare to fight them, we should have withdrawn further away until more is known of their forces"
"It was indeed a risk to challenge them here and now. We should withdraw to that hill overthere and await their coming." Thorin replied "All we have to do is hold out for atleast an hour or two, when we will be reinforced by Dain".
That seemed reasonable to Ori, it wouldnt be easy fighting of a numerically superior army, but the company was made up of the best and strongest dwarves. This plan was feasable and the dwarves refused to retreat.

Only minutes later the dwarves saw a small group of mounted archers coming their direction "Only fifty?" Ori remarked with some dissapointment in his voice "What is the meaning of this? Is it a trap?" The dwarves got worried now but Thorin remained calm "we will soon know the meaning of it" and he set up his defenses "Form a circle! Shields to the front and bows behind them, dont leave the formation."
The Archers reached the dwarven position and opened fire,several dwarves fell or got wounded before they could take up their place in the group. The dwarven bowmen, some fifty, did not wait for the enemy to massacre the dwarves in the open and returned fire.

OOC: dont know if you've ever seen them
http://uk.games-workshop.com/thelordoftherings/uk/sf/catalog/Dwarf_Bowmen.htm

OOC: You play LOTR vol? +BUMP

OOC: Vollmeria please dont get further with that battle until the battles in Dunharg and Helm's Deep are over since they SHOULD have been already over when your dwarves entered.

OOC: You play LOTR vol? +BUMP

I have a collection, i play but not very often.

I know those fights should be over but ive waited several days to post this. I've even delayed Dains arrival now. I will wait a little while longer and hope the people involved will post soon.

Yea it sucks as people have that long downtimes. But i think i can't just pull out my troop's from the battles they are in :/. Still, it's been days since last post from Saruman and Rohan...

Damn. Seems like were dead here.

I think we are floundering, not quite dead yet!

nope. Seems we really are dead.

Im not dead yet! my home pc crashed, and i have to do my updates at school. this is why ive had the downtimes.


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"no, we do not have any sentrys in the forest...why? Did somthing startle you?" eomer had a simle on his face, as if celebran was joking.

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"FIRE!" hundreds of arrows began to find their mark on the rhun troops, and a few spear men formed up a tight wall at the top of the stairs. "prepeare to set a fire into the camp!" men began to fix rags to the arrows, and prepared to fire into their own camp.


Again, sorry for my downtime.

OOC: Huh.. For some time i already thought this was all over.


IC:

-------Dunharg---------------

Rain of arrow's smashed on Rhun infantrymen. Many díed. Still many more survived. The 200 archer's were still firing at the Rohirrim atop of the stairs.
Even as tens and tens were constantly dying from the arrows, some almost 800 men were able to evade the arrows. Still more than 200 lied dead in the stairs. It was a real massacre. Now the remaining 800 men raised their swords and spears and charged at the Rohirrim spearmen manning the top of the stairs. Even tough they dramaticaly outnumbered the rohirrim, this was going to be a tough battle. The rohirrim were in better position's and they were better motivated, trained and armed. Seeing this the King of Khand sent another part of his troops, this time the Khand Guard Batallion
(600 veteran heavy infantry) to advance the stairs.

As the new troops begun to move up the stair's, the 800 light infantrymen charged at the rohirrim in the top of the stairs.

Celebran stepped around Eomer and moved toward the wood, hand on his sword hilt. He walked straight toward the company of elves he could not see. Yet he knew something was there.
"I think we're being watched..." he whispered.

As the rohirrim achers fired volley after volley into the rhun army, they started to lose a few men to rhun arrow fire. The troops at the top of the stairs had formed up a tighter sheild wall. Rhun infantry fell on their spears one after another.



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Eomer made a sight motion with his fingers, and three of his rangers ran forward into the wood. "If anything is in that wood my lord, they will find it" eomer said softly.

As the Rangers approached them the Elves opened their cloaks to make their presence known to them.

The lead scout spoke in the common toungue

"We mean you know harm, we come to aid our kinsman in their struggle at your great fortress."

OOC: You archer's propably changed theyr target to the advancing troops becouse the other's are in close combat and that would cause friendly fire casualties.

IC:

----------Dunharg---------------

The light infantry were now in close combat. The Rohan's spearmen were making the battle very tough, and the variags were dying in great numbers.
However as all the variag light infantry reached the rohirrim, they were packing so thight that the pressure of Rhun's troops pushing forward had to cause problems to rohirrim. This becouse they still more than doubled in number when compared to the rohirrim.

The same time the 600 strong Khand guard batallion was marching fast up the hill. When the archer's started firing at them, they formed a shield wall to block the arrows. And thus, when they marched up the stairs, they were taking very light casualties as most of arrows bumped off theyr shields or armour.

Sir, our arrows cannot defeat the Rhun armour! "We must fire on the nearest targets!"

The battle raged on, but rohans shield wall was in danger.


OOC short post. ill post later

Celebran, seeing the elves, went down on one knee. "Mae Govannon, Eldarim." he said. "I did not know that any of the fair folk yet walked this far south."

"Rise friend."

The Elf took a step forward to encourage the man to stand

"We are few, sent by the Lord Celebron to help the rohirrum against the foul orcs that even now regroup to attack out sacred wood. Few of my kin could be spared but we shall aid you in anyway possible. Perhaps an audience with your leader would help this."

bump?

"Your audience has been granted" siad eomer as he came around a tent. "Welcome, to our camp. What news or aid can you give us here?"

"We are the bearers of bad news. To the North the armies of Dol Gildur attack Lothlorien, Lord Elrond set out from Rivendell to aid the fair folk of the forest, but alas he fell in battle to one of the foul Ringwraiths. To the West we learn that a large that a large horde of Gobilns have left the Mines of Moria and head for Rivendell. We hear little from the East, but the clouds of war grow even as Gondor remains silent. Lord Celebron fears that the wrath of Mordor will be swift and leave none in its wake."

The Elf sighed.

"But what of Rohan, how may we be of service to you?"

"if you two are the only ones spared, then you cannot do much. The Full muster will be assembled in one and a half more days, 120000 rohirrim. You may ride with us if you please, other then that..theoden is trapped in a time warp. Dunharrow is besiged, and we...we are stuck here."

"There are some 100 more of us awaiting in the forest for my signal. If you can spare horses for us we will ride with you and lend what help we can."

The slender Elf stepped outside, his golden armour covered by the dull blue cloak that blended in with the night's sky almost perfectly.

The Elf made a noise and silently his fellow Elfs emerged from Fangorn and formed into formation near to Eomers tent.

"We always have spare mounts for allies. follow me" Eomer lead the Elfs to a very large fenced area, and wistled. a very large man on a even bigger horse rode up. He simply said "One hundred it is then." a mintue or so later, he rode back. 100 horses followed him. "Each one has seen battle and they are very loyal to a rider." He bode the Elven leader to mount the nearest one.

The Elves were pleased with their steeds, obviously worthy animals that would bear them well in battle that they knew would come.

All being expert riders despite many years in the enchanted forest the Elves dispersed to get to know their steeds. The Elven Captain, Emodir, went with Eomer to discuss what would be coming soon when the Rohirrum rode to war.

OOC: i wonder if i should just pull out my cavalry from helm's deep, since we have already basically crushed Erkenbrand, and that's all i had to do there.
Ok to you?

----------------------Dunharg-------------------------

At the top of the stairs the light infantry were still pushing at rohan's lines. If a soldier fell to a rohan spear, two new ones immediately replaced him. Now the slaughter of variags had slown down a bit but they still were dying in great numbers. However there were still more Rhunian's at the top of the stairs than rohirrim. As the archer's again opened fire on them they took some casualties but not too many as archer's couldn't fire too fast becouse otherwise they could have killed rohirrim too.

Little lower, the 600 strong Khand Guard Batallion reached the halfway. Soon they would be at the top of the stairs.

Sure, go ahead a pull them out. Same for haldir and Theoden?


Ic: Eomer Showed the Elven leader a map, then said " We have to attack the Rhun army at edoras first, then move to dunharrow." a few seconds after eomer had spoken, grimbold brust into the room." Six Hundred more riders have just arrived my lord. With 2,000 mere hours behind them"
Eomer grinned, then told the elf to follow him to the marshalling yard.

OOC: Well still please don't attack my army before were done with dunharrow. This becouse mustering your army shouldve taken about 10 times as long as me attacking Dunharg.

OOC: Umm Kelmdrop you want me to post again about dunharg or are you going to post?

Sorry, with christmas and every thing i havnt really had the time to update.



Eomer walked towards the Yard which was now filling up with riders and their horses. "seven thousand at least, with more coming." said grimbold from the top of small tower. Eomer look at the Elf and said" Wonderful. Soon we can drive thses invaders out of our lands."

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The Battle at dunharrow was now turning to Rhuns Favor. Rhun had lost many troops, but they had many more waiting to charge up the hill. Rohans bowmen began to run out of arrows, the spear men at the front of path had lost most their men. Several rohirrim began to hurl large rocks at the skulls of the Rhun troops, killing a few but not many.

----------------Dunharg--------------------

Now the Khand Guard Batallion had reached the top of the stairs. They reorganised, let out a huge warcry and charged towards the rohirrim. The light infantry that were still fighting, quickly tried to run to the sides, away from the charging Guard.


----------------Near Helm's Deep-----------

The Rhunian cavalry had done theyr job here. Thus thye begun to ride back to Edoras.

No Gandalf?

:( :( :(

Erm..am I too late..i've just got in...........crap :(

OOC: Umm.. Well the only players that seem to be in now are:
Rhun(me)
Rohan(Kelmdrop)
Woodelves(Indep.Hitm.)


We also HAD players for at least South Gondor, Noldor and Dol Guldur some time ago.

And in the beginning we had also Witch King, Gondor and Haradrim.

At all times we have lacked a Mordor.

So i dunno if you can get in since i donät even know who is the starter of this thread, but if you can, the n choose your country.

I think that they sould be able to come in. Mordors open for sure the others im not so sure about.

now for a post.



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"FIRE AT WILL!" The last of rohans achers fired a volley into the infantry, then a horn sounded. "Fall back, every body fall back!" the archer captain was shouting orders over the caos. The Shield wall broke, the last of the rohirrim died, and the archers formed up in two lines and lit the camp on fire. "We make our stand here. Volley!" The Archers set one last arrow on their strings. "Give them all you have, do not stop! Death to the invaders!"

This will be a Old world weapons Rp, and it will follow the story of the war from helms deep until only one player reamains. so, no tanks, orc lasers etc etc.


Anyways. Lets get the major players set out for the WOTR

1. Gondor.
2. Rohan (thats me. woot :mp5: )
3. Isengaurd.
4. Mordor
5. The eldar
6. The southrons
7. the easterlings
8. The kinghts Of dol Amroth
9. the Dwarves

any other suggestions will be taken. ill close the players list after....3 days then we will start a killin (thats three days arizona time)


i want gondor or the dwarves!!!!!

OOC: We also had a Dol Amroth for a small amount of time! Ill post IC later today. Happy New Year all!

I can play as Mordor. Just one thing, do we follow a bit the books, the films or non of the both?

OOC:Well with storyline we ofcourse follow our own decisions. As for example im the player of Rhun. If i had followed the books i would have joined forces with Mordor, and attacked Gondor. But, as i didn't think that was interesting enough, i decided to capture Rohan first. And thus im now fighting in Rohan against the Rohirrim.

Ah, that makes a lot clear. But can I join in as Mordor???

OOC: I'm still here, but with no Mordor and with Gondor and the Haradrim inactive, there's not been much for Dol Amroth to do. I still have five guys up in Rohan with Eomer, but there's not been much cause for them to say anything. Don't worry, though, I'm still here.

OOC: I am still here with Gondor. Just waiting for the fight to come to me.

OOC: Good. Now that we have Mordor maybe you too will get some action.

IC:

Dunharg--------

The Khand Guard charged over the few remaining rohirrim spearmen. They kept on charging towards the archers, and were hit by a arrow volley. Many died. Still they got in touch with the archers, and engaged them in melee combat.at the same time the remaining men of 3rd Brigade of Khand run quickly towards the burning camp, in order to save any supplies or anything that had any worth.


Edoras, commander's office-----------

"Sir, our cavalry have returned from helm's deep with only minor casualties.
I believe 2 light cavalry brigades were hit pretty badly, but other unit's are almost intact. Only minor casualties."

"Ok.. so combine the 2 heavily suffered brigades into one, and distribute the extra men with other units. Then send the cavalry to our camp near Dunharg, since we can't fit extra 10 000 men into this city."

"Yes, your highness."

ooc. Well, this is my first not modern-tech rp post so I hope its good.

Minas Morgul

Chief Nazgûl:"Send 3500 Uruk Hai to East-Osgilliath, now!"
Ork:"Yes my lord." *bows deep*

An hour later

"Move on, move on! Keep up! We're going to put Gondor *spits* down under our feet!"
"Why are we send with 3500 Uruks and not more?"
"Arghh, the high one thinks we have to build up "silently" to not warn them before their time has come!"
"Hrmmpfff! Just send all of us and we'll trample them!"
"Well, what ever"

Uh oh dont forget me

Who are you then???

As the last of the archers where overwhelmed, a small boy and his pony ran from the camp and into a moutain pass. He had to tell sombody of his fathers death along with the others.


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In the dim light of morning, a horn sounded. Two thousand riders rode into eomers camp and dismounted. Eomer rushed out of his tent, and greeted the captain. "I bring two thousand from snowebourne sire, please tell me when we ride." "Tonight. We make haste for edoras!"

Celebran gathered his few men together and armed. He slung his shield on his back, the silver starburst it bore flashed in the early sun. He made for Eomer's tent, still strapping on his armor as he went. He found Eomer with the Elven captain.
"My lord Eomer," he said, saluting, "I would ask a boon of you. If you send a messenger to Gondor, would you include mention of myself and my men, that my father may know what became of me, should the worst occur."
He drew his sword, "You shall not be sheathed until the task ahead is completed. Where do you want me, Eomer?"

Dol Amroth
"Orcs are multiplying outside Osgiliath." said the messenger. Imrahil sighed.
"Are we called?" he asked.
"No my Prince."
"I cannot strip the Southern defenses until the Steward orders it."
"Then we stay?" asked one of his captains.
"We stay."

The hundred wood elves, mounted their steeds, the better to get to know them, whilst their Captain returned to Eomer's tent to recieve orders.

OOC: Just letting you know im reading and raring :)

Who are you then???

Dwarves, waiting till the Easterlings are ready for a fight.

OOC: Would it be best if you joined forces with the Rohirrim, vollmeria?
BTW. seems im going to have some really tough time with Saruman inactive. Damn, could really use his 10 000 uruks :). Oh and Rohan it would be nice if you could give me the number of your forces. And same to Dwarves.

Dunharg----------

After securing the "fortress", the Rhunian forces moved back to theyr camp. The remnants of the 3rd Khand brigade however moved theyr camp up to the "fortress", to garrison it.



Edoras, commanders office-------

"Sir, we have reports that the Rohirrim have finished theyr muster. We also have reports of a larger dwarvish army closing in. Tough still those dwarves alone are nothing to be scared of, but if the Rohirrim are going to attack, and Sarumans army is still stuck in that time vortex thingy."

"Well, at least we have our cavalry back now. But still Rohan's cavalry will propably outnumber us in a large battle.. hmm. I'v got it! Here's my plan:
We will force the rohirrim to a long siege, as we should last rather long, or to engage us on feet. So, order our troops here in Edoras to do all possíble things to strengthen the walls, and build all kind of ballistas and such siege equipment.

To the troops in the Harrowdale, order them to build a stockade that blocks the vale from the fields. It doesn't have to be anything too great, just so that it will prevent Rohan from charging it's cavalry there. This is to be done at great haste. Lucky that we have loads of manpower there now that our cavalry is there too. Also send out more scouts to find out about the Rohirrims moves."


"Aye your highness. This is indeed what we shall do. Ill run out to carry your orders."

OOC: Oh yes a combined rohirrim-dwarves army would be a good thing.
On those numbers: the only source is that link on the 3rd page but those numbers cant possibly be right. Lets say there are 10.000 dwarves and 500 men from Dale.

OOC:Umm i think 10 000 dwarves is a bit of overkill. That Page says 10 000 on erebor and 5000 from iron hills at max. But the number's on that page seem to be a bit of too much. Or well tehy could be realistic but propably true if you would call every single one of your soldier's to arms.

Anyways i don't think that swarves would get 2/3 of all theyr warriors to help some petty human's in some distant country, and meanwhile leave theyre homes almost unprotected. But well.. its up to you still how many you take.

"Celebran! You and your men shall ride with me in formation, My elven friend your troops shall ride with grimbold on the left! After eomer said this he told his banner bearer to sound the call to arms. The other horns in the camp sounded the men mounted up and rode towards eomer. "We ride now! No more deafeats! No more Senseless death! Move out!" The riders rode out to battle not knowing their fates.


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Outside dunharrow, the boy rode towards edoras hoping to find help.



OOC: umm, i think the full muster is 120,000 or 12,000. Ill check the books then post again

Yeah, its 12,000 riders fully mustered.

ooc.well, here's my second post. I'm making up a caracter which is actually controlling the forces in/near Osgilliath. His name is Ancalagon (yes, the dragon of the first age if people wonder) and he's an orc. I also understood Harad is inactive, but they're pretty important in Saurons plans. And who controls the corsairs?

Chief Nazgûl:"we'll bring in 20000 more orcs and Uruk-Hai to Osgilliath. We can send 7500 Uruks to the Peasants to help Rhûn. More will follow from the black gate. Once they're there, you must start the attack. Harad and Rhûn will get a call (massage) to give help. Rhûn is very busy with the peasants to the north. Harad should be able to give help."
Ancalagon:"Yes, lord. Shall we begin with catapults and archery fire?"
Chief Nazgûl:"Do everything to strike terror in Gondors troops. I will come when the time has come."
Ancalagon:"Yes, lord."

Ancalagon leaves Minas Morgul at the head at a first group of 2500 Uruks.

Message to Rhûn and Harad

The time has come. The west will fall and we will rule this place. Especially Harad has to send me troops and Mûmakil to support us (Rhûn and me) in our conquest. Send help and you will be rewarded. If you refuse, Saurons wrath will be upon you.

for Rhûn alone

We know you are busy with the peasants, the Elves and dwarves. 7500 Uruks will depart from Minas Morgul soon. some 4500 Orcs and Uruks will depart from the blackgate to join your forces. Expect them in a 2 days (is that realistic?) and we will defeat them.

OOC:Well Kelmdrop, remember that you have Theoden's rider's stuck up in Helm's Deep, and that Erkenbrands 1000 riders were massacred outside Helm's Deep. Otherwise that sounds just fine.

OOC:Umm i think 10 000 dwarves is a bit of overkill. That Page says 10 000 on erebor and 5000 from iron hills at max. But the number's on that page seem to be a bit of too much. Or well tehy could be realistic but propably true if you would call every single one of your soldier's to arms.

Anyways i don't think that swarves would get 2/3 of all theyr warriors to help some petty human's in some distant country, and meanwhile leave theyre homes almost unprotected. But well.. its up to you still how many you take.

The Easterlings originally attacked Dale, but since you're moving into Rohan and my only opponent in this region went for Lothlorien this means i have no other choice but to come and help Rohan. Otherwise i could just quit this RP.
I'll leave the 500 men at home and just go on with the dwarves.

i just wonderd is it any way i could join in??????

The Easterlings originally attacked Dale, but since you're moving into Rohan and my only opponent in this region went for Lothlorien this means i have no other choice but to come and help Rohan. Otherwise i could just quit this RP.
I'll leave the 500 men at home and just go on with the dwarves.

Ok, well then youd just better quit this rp if you can't play as i wish.

:P

Seriosly 10k dwarves is just fine with me, i promise my army will give your dwarves a tough fight. :)

nobodys playing the corsairs...

Eckhlon thats a good point. Ill let you play. Anyone object? also, Rhun 10,000 ok with you?


Ic: The Host of rohan roared across the plains. In the early morning hours they rode towards edoras. "My lord, we should be there by mid morning at this rate." Grimbold basicly had to shout this as he rode by. Good. Eomer thought. "Soon, victory will be at hand."

OOC: Eckhlon, just fyi. In a much earlier post, Imrahil sent most of the Dol Amroth navy to Tol Falas (the Anduin Delta) to hold it. Since youre the Corsairs it could be significant.

IC:
Celebran and his Knights rode in the van with Eomer. Sea blue pennants flew from their upright lances as they rode. Their burnished armor flamed in the morning sun, making them seem like creatures of fire. Swan fether plumes flew taut in the wind of their passage. Celebran and his Knights were riding to battle on a foreign field, and none knew if any would return to tell the tale in the city of the Swan.