NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This will be the 4th LOTR RP, as the 3rd one, sadly, died out. I encourage any and all to join as one of the multitudinous nations in Middle-Earth. However, there will be several rules:

1.Be nice to each other. No flaming etc.
2. Try to know something about your nation and LOTR before you join. You can find information at http://www.glyphweb.com/arda/default.htm
3. No Godmodding, and quality RPing. Also, keep things moderately realistic.
4. HAVE FUN!!!

Here's a list of realms, in your first post just say who you're going to be and start RPing:

Kingdoms of Elves:
Rivendell-Draconis Nightcrawlis
Lothlorien- The blessed Chris
Mithlond (Grey Havens)- The Scandinvans
Woodland Realm/Mirkwood-Brydog

Kingdoms of Dwarves:
Dwarves of the Blue Mountains-
Dwarves of the Grey Mountains-
Erebor (The Lonely Mountain)-Mini Miehm
Dwarves of the iron hills-Mini Miehm

Kingdoms of Men:
Dale-
Laketown-
Rohan-
Central Gondor (Minas Tirith, Osgiliath, Cair Andros, etc)- Caladonn
Dol Amroth-
Outer Gondor (Anfalas, Ithilien, Harondor, etc)-Caladonn
Bree-
Harad-imported_Vermin
Corsairs of Umbar- Hanseania
Rhun- Jenrak

"Kingdoms" of Orcs, Goblins, and Uruk-Hai:
Mordor- Aust
Isengard-The zombies hehehe
Moria-Undelia
Goblin-Town (Ruled by Great Goblin from the Hobbit)-
Dol Goldur-

Others:
Eagle's Eyrie-
House of Beorn-
The Shire-

If anyone has any other kingdom suggestions, I'll add them in. There no Ents as they just ebcome too powerful and destroy everything (How do you actually kill them?)
Let's get to the RPing!

*Falls in, then claims Erebor*

Saurons eye turned once more to the Kingdoms of the West, men and elves lived there defeying him, under there own rule. This must change if he was to defeat the Valar once and for all, if he was to recall his fallen master from the depths of the void. If he was to destroy the sons of Numeor.

The sword still ached even as though it still bit into his thigh. he would have his revenge.

Mithlond please.

Done.

Saurons eye turned once more to the Kingdoms of the West, men and elves lived there defeying him, under there own rule. This must change if he was to defeat the Valar once and for all, if he was to recall his fallen master from the depths of the void. If he was to destroy the sons of Numeor.

The sword still ached even as though it still bit into his thigh. he would have his revenge.

OOC: OOH, He knows the Silmarilluion about like I do, go Aust.

OOC: :D I know a lot mroe than that....LOTR Weapons and Warfare are very useful in this sort of RP.

I'd be interested in RPing Rivendell if you'll have me.

OOC: :D I know a lot mroe than that....LOTR Weapons and Warfare are very useful in this sort of RP.

OOC: Trust me, I've been reading teses books since about 4th grade, I know Tolkiens warfare styles, and I want you to meet my friend Gurthang.

OOC: Lot's of people know about the Silmarillion and Morgoth and his crazy fortress. :rolleyes:

On another note, I'd like to be Rhun, is that possible?

Begin RPing when you want-it's updated.

OOC: Lot's of people know about the Silmarillion and Morgoth and his crazy fortress. :rolleyes:

On another note, I'd like to be Rhun, is that possible?

OOC: not as many as you seem to think, and few know it as well as I do.

OOC: Cool.

I'd like to be Rohan, if you don't mind.

The Dwarves of The Lonely Mountain were working as hard as ever, under the guidance of Thorins cousin Dain of the Iron Hills everything that Smaug had done had been undone, all of the damage was repaired, now they were preparing to make it a proper Kingdom again, delving for iron and metals to build the things they needed to live in peace with the men of Long-Lake.

They finally been united, under a single guise, a single entity of power, and yet they were under a great pressure from their ally to the west, the malicious Sauron to further strengthen his hold upon his armies and greater-wise deploy forces to the west.

Although unaware of the danger it could impose, only one thing rabble through the Tribe Leader Srimm's cunning, powerful mind; the reputation of the lands of Rhun, as under his strength he commanded the unification of all tribes and lesser beings together, and with his strength and leadership, his army, the strong and ruthless Easterlings had forged their ways above the lessers. He intended to forge his army into a disciplined force, and with it, he would create a soldier of his own from their teachings.

I'm interested in Harad, my experience with Isengard in the other thread was (in all honesty) dissapointing. Invincible ents and inactive Rohirrim, if you were wondering, thats why I dropped out of nr3.
So if you'll give me a second chance, Harad please.

I'm interested in Harad, my experience with Isengard in the other thread was (in all honesty) dissapointing. Invincible ents and inactive Rohirrim, if you were wondering, thats why I dropped out of nr3.
So if you'll give me a second chance, Harad please.
OOC:Which is why they have been removed.

Souron stared at the world map with deep eyes, looking at the places of enermy strength-the dewarves of the Lonley Mountain, the Elves of Lorien The men of Rohan, and then, to the east his on allies.

Send out m ambassidors He told the King of the Nazgul, To the men of Harared and run. The dewarves are theres, as are those of the woodland realm. Gondors mine.

The men of Numenor would fall in the fires of the Orc and the Uurk

I would like to rp the goblins in Moria. I’ve always found them interesting for some reason. Maybe its because they could take control of one of the most beautiful Dwarven cities through sheer numbers.

Just one thing, in relation to “The Lord of the Rings” when does this take place. Considering that The Great Goblin was killed by Gandalf in “The Hobbit” and you listed him.

OOC: Any point you like, you just control a fraction. I'm usign souron but I could just creat a lutent to be in charge.

Harad had always been a fractured land, deserts as far a the eye could see in which Haradrim lived in small community, linked to eachother by a couple of bigger cities such as Azhkahar and Hidar. It was the main reason why Numenor could control Harad in the second age, giving those, who would swear fealty, a portion of land and the power of a king in that land.

With the fall of Numenor, their hold on Harad waned, as did the city of Umbar until king Earnil I resolved to retake the city from his sundered kin, the Black Numenoreans. In those days, the kings of Gondor were mighty at sea as they had been in the second era and soon the city was besieged and taken.
The Black Numenoreans now sought help from those whom they once ruled and while Earnil made the city a haven of Gondor the kings of Harad assembled their army alongside the Lords of Umbar.

Their moment came when a great storm raged through the bay of Belfalas and destroyed the Gondorian fleet and drowned Earnil. The Haradrim moved in and besieged the weakened garrison. Gondor sea power assured that the heirs of Earnil held the city. But at a great cost, Kiryandil, Earnils son died in battle and it took Gondor another 35 years until a great Army from Osgiliath crushed the Harad forces, the Harad kings had to swear allegiance to Gondor while their sons were taken as hostages.

And so the Haradrim resented and hated Gondor in their hearts. But the kings of Harad were broken and there was peace for a long time. After a while however, Sauron began to work his evil deeds again from his fortress of Dol Guldur and sent out emmissaries to all those whom he believed to be usefull in his designs and so some arrived in Harad and offered their friendship to the kings of Harad and the remnant of the Black Numenoreans, the latter began to encourage the worshipping of Sauron, the deity who would release them from Gondors control and bring them their freedom. Rapidly, the Haradrim began to follow Saurons ways while the kings of Harad tried to supress it, still afraid of what Gondor might do should they find out.

But Sauron had divided his enemies and in Gondor a civil war broke out. the new king Eldacar, whose mother was not of Numenorean descent, was opposed by Castamir, a cousin to the throne. The Black Numenoreans and Haradrim joined forces and provoked an uprising in the south. The people of Harad, united by their hatred against Gondor rose up in Thousands. Eldacars followers, the loyalists, had to fight enemies on two fronts now and were weakened while their enemies grew stronger, after five years the loyalists were defeated in a battle that consumed the city of Osgiliath in flames. Eldacar and his followers fled North while Castamir became king.
Gondor could no longer control its Southern land and the Haradrim freed themselves while Eldacars followers still controlled Umbar... but not for long.

Castamirs sons led the fleet of Gondor to the south, and attacked the city from behind while the occupiers fought the armies of Harad on land. After seven days of continuous fighting, the city fell and those defenders that survived were tortured and slain, their bodies displayed along every road leading to the city.

With their victory, the Haradrim kings no longer served one king and started faghting amongst eachother. the Lords of Umbar no longer controlled the Haradrim as they once did and it took them many years to regain their old power. In the meantime their fleet protected them from Gondor, while Harad and Umbar were defeated twice on land it was their fleet that kept them safe.

The Haradrim now began to unite again, bringing together warriors and the great Mumakil near the Southern borders of Gondor, awaiting the onset of Saurons great war, the war that would give the Haradrim one last victory over their archenemies.
And it was in this period that a black rider arrived from the North, an ambassador of Sauron, Wherever he walked, dogs would cower in fear and horses would shy away. Even the boldest of the Haradrim lords felt a chill upon their hearts when transfixed by his gaze. The dark emissary said it would be the last conflict in Middle Earth that would change the world for good or evil, Sauron would fight the heirs of Elendil, Lord Sauron, he said was seeking to reestablish old alliances, for had he not always been a friend to those who struggled against the men of the stone land in the North? Alnarin, head of the council asked if Lord Sauron took them for fools, for it was plain that had been always for ends that were his alone.
Furthermore it seemed to Alnarin that the friendship of Harad was greatly prized now that others were in need of aid. They would stand alone and not become embroiled in the conflicts of other lands, like some dog that has learnt to perform a pleasing trick for its master in exchange for a few scrapes from his table. A cold silence fell upon the room as the dark messenger considered these words. He then turned and without a word, left the great hall.

Though the council s gave orders that this messenger should be banished, those sent to perform their will could not find this dark figure. It was as if he had vanished, leaving no sign of his passing.
In the dead of the night, long after the council members had retired to their chambers, the still air was split by a long drawn out wail, an evil cry from somewhere within the city which froze the blood of all who heard it. Scant momernts later, another cry went up in answer, this time beyond the city walls.
The following day, as the suns rays danced across the spires of the city, Alnarins servants found the ruined form of their master upon his bed. His body had been hacked nearly apart, as if set upon by a great many foes, though the window was barred and the guard outside the door could recall nothing of the previous night.

When the remaing members of the council convened later that day, the dark messenger came before them once more. He had come for their final answer: at this secongd visit, the council dared not deny him.


Its an introduction, to bad i had to steal some stuff to make it. I dont like introductions, i'm no good at it.

OOC: Dosn't matter.

My Lord, the Hardriam will join us. They took persuasion but I they joined us.

The great Eye looked down on him from the top of the fortress the words pressed themselves upon his head, Good my servent, you are indeed the most powerful of the ringwraiths, you shall be rewarded for this deed, now go north, alert our freinds in moria.

My lord, if you wish it, I promised those of Harard and Ruhn that the North would eb there new domain, that the dewarves where there enermys.

And so they shall be. Now go! Fly with as much speed as you can muster, tell Saruman and the ORcs of Moria and Dol Gador that Rohan and Lorien are theres for the taking

Isengard please aust, if not, then some evil faction

Cone.

OOC: PLease don't make the numbers in ure armies too much, last time we had 100,000 Gondorians, bull-sh*t, that wud have made them the same number as the orcs so not too much over-exaggeration of forces.

IC: Saruman's hand was over the palantir, again, like it had been last week and the weeks before. Still, the only other presence he could sense wasw that of the Eye. He waited for the presence of another, a weaker one, in the form of a weak man, one he could bend towards his will, and towards the lands of darkness where they would easily go mad with fright. It was his masters plan, and the messenger that had arrived the day before had told him the Rohan was his for the taking.

Already the first of his Uruk Hai were ready. There were only a hundred of them, yet since they were the first-spawned, they would be his elite, the ones that would establish there dominance over the younger Uruks. The first "born" was Lurtz. He had forced the other Uruks to obey him, and after several beatings, they had bowed down to his awesome muscles and build. There had origianlly been one-hundred and one first-spawned, but Lurtz had ripped the head off one of the others in his struggle for leadership,m he had done it with his teeth and bare claws. The hundred elite were all under his command now.

They were trained by the orcs Saruman had trained to be the best, and so were known as weapons-masters. There were a hundred of them too, for the hordes that Saruman would spawn would number many hundreds, more probably thousands, if not tens of thousands. The lead weapons master was Zaknafein, assigned to train Lurtz, yet within a month, Zaknafein was dead. Lurtz had bested him in all forms of combat, with any weapon. When the ambitious and bitter Zaknafein had made to slit open Lurtz's throat in the night, Lurtz had duly woken, and ripped out Zak's windpipe, the orc was then thrown to the rest of the Uruks who, outraged, ate him.

After 2 months o harsh training in fighting, foraging, stealth and other things, the hundred elite Uruks were ready. Lurtz was armed with his scimitar and shield, as well as his bow. The rest of the Uruks were all armed with the weapons they had shown an aptitude with when training. They were all armoured in light leather armour, though Lurtz and his 9 other squad leaders had meshes of fine mithril, given to Saruman when he was still good. The hundred Uruks were to be fast marchers, and dangerous unemcumbered fighters.

The Uruks left, taking the route to Roan, and preparing to scout when they got there.

The next hundred from the spawning pools would be the captains, each to be second only to Lurtz, who would be second only to Saruman. These captains would each command one hundred other Uruks, and each would be spawned from the same spawning pool to increase mingling with others.

With these preparations for his army under way, Saruman smiled at the noises he could hear as the captains were spawned. He conveyed the thoughts to Sauron, then went back into his waqtchful and concentrated search for any other presence who woulduse a palantir.

OOC: tomorrow i go away for a week to wales, please dont RP anything that would be too major to my forces at the moment, e.g the hundred scouts being attacked etc. Also please dont get rid of me as Isengard, i will RP with as much skill as possible when i return

Sauron bent hisn will towards Saruman, You must move quickly, my allie, Saruman of Many Colours, defeat Rohan quickly and then attck the elves of rivendell. You must not fail me at this.

The Balrog sat, wreathed in flames, in his dark pit, contemplating the goblins who served him out of sheer terror. They were making quite a racket in their noisy preparations for war.

“I could kill them all in an instant,” he thought to himself. “Though, at least they are creations of Melkor and preferable to those damnable Dwarves. Blasted servants of Aule.”

His thoughts then turned to the events of the previous days:

A Dark Rider had entered Moria through way of Durin’s Bridge about three days time ago. The rider was immediately attacked by goblins, but he felled them easily, announcing, “I am one of the Nine, servant of Sauron.” Upon mentioning of that name, the Balrog became much intrigued, and showed himself to the mysterious stranger. The rider revealed himself to be a Nazgul, and went on to explain the events of the last two Ages. The Balrog was not surprised to hear that Melkor’s most powerful servant yet lived and was attempting to take the lands that rightly belonged to him.

The Nazgul left as quickly as he had come, and the Balrog entered into the Great Hall of Moria, demanding that the orcs come out and stand before him. As they timidly obeyed his order, he shouted “Slaves, the time has come to pillage the world above. Long have we waited in the dark for a chance to taste the flesh of man and elf again, and now we shall. Chiefs, assemble together your warriors, others do what they command. Any who does not follow this mandate, will meet the same fate as the Dwarves!”

And now the goblins, thousands of them, prepared for war. They were poorly armed and not greatly skilled, but their greater numbers would overwhelm the enemy, not to mention the rare exceptional warrior amongst them. As his armies prepared, the Balrog dispatched a swarm of bats to ask Sauron where he should stirke first.

The Dwarves of Erebor were no longer quite so safe as they had been, roving bands of orcs had been found by the men of Long Lake, the Dwarves shifted production from peace to war, forging mighty axes and swords of Mithril Silver, as well as coats of Plate and Mail, they woulsd all be prepared, and if the enemy came too soon they would simply "look to the left" for a time.

OOC: Look to the Left: A dwarven saying that means "look to the left of your tools", all dwarven tools may be used as weapons, when you look to the left you use them for weapons instead of using them to build, or forge, etc., it also applies to mining equipment, like their helmets, and the armor they wear to protect against cave-ins.

Strike the elves of Rivendell, that sacred elven place must fall if we are to achive victory., Strike out quickly before they have time to prepare and fight back.

OOC: I just had a thought, since I control Erebor, ruled by Dain, cousin of Thorin, and Dain rules the Iron Hills dwarves as well, can I control the Iron Hills too?

OOC: okay. Gives the dewarves bit more power and goods at bit lacking at the moment.

OOC: hey i would like to join, but im not expeireinced with Role Playing. so could I have something small, like mabye just an army of one of nations already taken or something (good side). Any suggestions?

Harad was a wasteland, where metal remained a scarce good, thus a Haradrim warrior usually carried a bow or a spear, while for his protection, he depended on a small wooden shield or copper armour. Not much use in close combat but atleast it offered them some protection against arrows and spears at greater distances.
Offcourse their light armour had its advantages, they were much lighter then a fully equipped knight, allowing them to move faster and spare the animals that carried them into battle.

The only people who possessed enough metal to make a sword of the scimitar type, were the chieftains and kings, for whom it served as a weapon as well as a symbol of their power.

One such kings was Suladan, a young but ambitious king who had recently succeeded his father. He dreamed of a united Harad, capable of beating its enemies, even those in the Stone land or Sauron. For him the war came at a good time, it gave him the opportunity to unite his peoples and lead them into battle against an old foe. If he was succesful, he could continue his war and free his people from outside influence.

While the haradrim assembled for war, Suladan couselled other chieftains and rallied those who had common cause to his side. Along the road he slew those he could not trust in single combat, for Suladan was gifted with great skill in combat, he was as fast and deadly as a serpent.
Soon now his force began to grow and slowly they made the first part for their journey, while visiting chieftains, inviting them to follow him. His reputation grew every day and chieftain now visited Suladan, to see whether this Serpent Lord was indeed the man who would deliver them.

OOC: ...Sorry, Aust, but I think I'm going to have to give up Rohan, bit busier than I thought I would be.

Deep in the Iron Hills the Dwarves prepared for war, there wre orcs and other, even fouler things, abroad, they would deal with any that came to them, and if they were called they would march, most likely for the last time, to war.

OOC: Any good nation can call the Dwarves, both Erebor and Iron Hills for aid.

OOC: Okay.

The elves of Lindon and the Grey Havens sent forth 4200 elven warriors to the aide of Gondor in the South.

OOC: We don't have a gondor yet-try helping Rivendale or the dewarves.

OOC: We do now! Considering pretty much all the evil people are attacking Gondor, I figured we needed one. Also, if no one else wants them, I'll take the outer kingdoms also, to be a bit more powerful. I'll be on later with intro etc.

The orcs were growing in number, it seemed as though darkness walked abroad these days, even the taverns of Laketown would not stay open at night for anyone in these dark times.

More Dwarves were being pulled from building to defense of the kingdom, they did not resent it, but they were angry at the circumstances that made it necessary.

OCC: Alright instead you oof them immeidwatly arrving let's just let the march take a while until some the claims of Gondor are confirmed.

OOC: Fine Caldoon.

The Nazugul rode to the gates of the lonley Mountain, passing river town in the night. Knowing he would have been spotted he leapt off his horse and stood before the gates.

I am a messanger of Lord Souron the great, Lord of Moria! I come with peace and to nogotiate. Look a lay down my weapon From the scabbard on his back he drew his long sword and placed it on the ground in front of him and took a step back.

The Nazugul rode to the gates of the lonley Mountain, passing river town in the night. Knowing he would have been spotted he leapt off his horse and stood before the gates.

I am a messanger of Lord Souron the great, Lord of Moria! I come with peace and to nogotiate. Look a lay down my weapon From the scabbard on his back he drew his long sword and placed it on the ground in front of him and took a step back.


"We ken what ye are, and we ken who ye come from, and ye ken take yerself right on back there, we donna have anythin to do with your dark master beast, so get ye gone and we'll let ye get, or stay, and we'll fill ye with more steel than you've ever seen in all o your lifetimes."

You dare threaten me! I am the Lord of the Nazgul, your stcicks and stone may not hurt me, nor your toy arrows, my power extends far beyond that! by the hand of no man shall i fall. I shall leave when I weill. But come my little freinds, come talk for my master is forgiving and kind, he offers you rings, like he gave of old for allince.

You dare threaten me! I am the Lord of the Nazgul, your stcicks and stone may not hurt me, nor your toy arrows, my power extends far beyond that! by the hand of no man shall i fall. I shall leave when I weill. But come my little freinds, come talk for my master is forgiving and kind, he offers you rings, like he gave of old for allince.

"We are nae men, or are ye daft as well as foul, we're Dwarves, and no man bests a Dwarf in battle, be living or dead, so yer boast that no man can fell ye is no real threat to us, and we have rings apleny of our own, wear the blamed thing yerself if you wish to have a ring, we have nothin todo with yer master, so I warned ye once, now ye best get gone, or else ye'll see what a dwarven blade does to human rags."

OOC: im gonna spred this out so it covers a week

The one hundred elite uruks had reached the gates of Isengard, after a weeks worth of marching, they managed to open the gates and walk out, only to collapse wwith blisters from their new knee high boots. They would have to leave their dominatrix outfits behind, and Lurtz was not happy. He had been looking forward to a gud bit of S&M, now he would have to wait a week before his Uruks, exhausted from having to march the 250m back to their barracks, woke up again. When they did awake, they would be ready and fit to march for weeks and weeks with only a nights rest between everyday

Rhun

Shriekings of war filled the ambient middle softened air, smoke rising from their ally in the west, as the dark Easterlings gathered forth with haste and eptitude against the waging war that was yet to soon come along. Zirrankah, the leader of this violent warmongering wage of forces, launched his men west, towards the plains of Dagorlad where the screams of the dead filled eft ears soft and quiet.

Bringingful mountains of light shone with utmost brilliance, as the sunlight blinded their eyes, their visors under great strain with such foe amongst them. The elves of Rivendell and the Sons of Numenor were hath forth none to be of their attention, but the allies of the Dwarves of Erebor, the relatives of their soon to be defeated rivals, would feel the cold hard steel and the firey blaze of the might of their ally Mordor as he would ravage his way across the western mounds, and through towards the Valar.

for the easterlings marched on, and with their contempt at the enemy, the soldiers began to lurch forwards, towards Dagorlad, and the luminous and ominous tower of the teeth, where the wary black gate laid.

The Balrog approached the Gate of Moria, which had been sealed ever since Balin tried to take the mines back. He wielded a sword of flame as he drew nearer to the sealed passage, goblins and orcs filling the tunnels behind him. “No longer will we be sealed beneath these mountains!” he bellowed as he plunged his sword into the ancient gate. Is shattered before his power, though he realized he would never be able to fit through the small opening with bringing the entire mine down. He quickly drew back, and allowed his slaves to poor through the entrance, and out into the night air beyond.

The Watcher in the Water let them pass, as the Balrog had commanded him in the places below, for the Balrog ruled there as well, his power a testament to Melkor. As the orcs pored out by the thousands, the Balrog shouted, “To Rivendell. Crush the elves, show them the power of the orc. You are the superior creation. When Melkor formed you from the elves, he was finishing the inept works of Eru and Illuvatar. Finish what he began, wipe the unfinished trash from the face of Middle Earth!”

The orcs and goblins roared and snarled at his words at they continued to spread onto the land outside of the Mine. Soon thousands of orcs were swarming across the land, defiling at they went. They were armed with old dwarven weapons and wore poorly adapted dwarven armor, some of mithril but most of common steel and iron. The archers wielded bows constructed from the bones of dead dwarves, and some were outfitted in armor made from dwarf bones, as well. The cave trolls followed close behind. They were fully covered in plated iron, made from dwarven armor plastered together, and welded spiked balls on chains, spiked clubs, and a few even had giant claymores.

They kept close to the mountains, and when they stopped to rest before day break, they took refuge in the caves, leaving some orcs outside to keep watch.

OoC:

Hm. Moria already taken? Damn. Oh well...

If it's alright and all, I'd like to play the Corsairs of Umbar. If that doesn't fit the bill, I could always have another crack at Dol Guldur.

Happy to see another one started up; let's just try to avoid some of the pitfalls we stumbled into last time - look lively people!

If ye weill not take my masters then you shall be kileld and ye souls shall go with the other dammed, you have sided with your own destruction-so be it! With that the nazgul left.

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Osgilith-one side Orc, one side human, with nothing mroe than a broken bridge and a river between. This was the great barrier to sourons victroy, the great enermy.

Orcs where arming, every day thousands morw where spawned and trained. They where armed aroured and waiting for human blood. They would kill anything in there way-but you cannot kill water.

So Souron devsied his plan, he sent all his army to Osgilith, 300,000 orcs with more coming every day. And he built boats, thousands upon thousands of boats.

Soon there would be enough to ferry all of his men across the water-to victory.

OOC: I'm going to pick up where I left off in the last RP.

IC: Tower of Ecthelion, Minas Tirith, Gondor
Boromir gazed out through the window, out at the White City before him, with prosperous people going about their daily lives, always mindful of the shadow of Mordor in the distance, beyond the green plains, the stone walls of Osgiliath, and the mighty river Anduin. He sighed. Gondor was not at its height. Indeed, the Sons of Numenor had been in decline ever since the incursions of the Wainriders, the Great Plague, and the Kin-Strife of generations past, to say nothing of the end of the Line of Isildur. The Dark Powers were on the rise again, and the Free Peoples of Middle-Earth would be hard-pressed to stop them.

And yet, Boromir could feel a change in his people. Ever since the planting of the new White Tree in the Fountain Court, a steely resolve had taken the place of the despair of the Gondorians. Everyone could sense the changes coming, most for the worse, and yet they were ready to fight. None would give up their land or their freedom without a fight. Boromir would lead them, if not to victory, then to a glorious death.

But that was not upon them yet. Changes were happening, and some were for the good. The Dwarves and Elves were arming, and all the Free Peoples would present a united front, although no word had been heard from Rohan. The White Rider, Mithrandir, was even rumoured to have been seen, and some even said that an heir of Isildur would come, to lead Gondor to victory.

But the news Boromir was about to hear would not be good. He turned from the window, but then whirled back as a pigeon landed on the sill. He reached down and untied the slip of paper on his leg, recognizing his brother Faramir's handwriting as he unrolled it. It was simple, and terse, but filled him with dread.

Brother,
300,000 orcs are massing in Eastern Osgiliath. They are building boats for an assault. My men will be insufficient, although they will die protecting our ancient capital. Reinforcements are required.

Faramir

Boromir grimaced, and suddenly was a whirl of action. He called the Captain of the Fountain Guard, leading out them and the Tower Guard, with any troops that could be spared. He and his men marched out the next day, reaching Osgiliath soon, finding Faramir and his men busy reinforcing the walls.

It was midnight and silent in Orsgilith, Sourons forces had grown larger still and now a lfeet of boats put to the water. Each boat held 20 Orcs and there where many thousands of boats.

The paddles splashed in the water as the boarts crossed the river.

If ye weill not take my masters then you shall be kileld and ye souls shall go with the other dammed, you have sided with your own destruction-so be it! With that the nazgul left.

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Osgilith-one side Orc, one side human, with nothing mroe than a broken bridge and a river between. This was the great barrier to sourons victroy, the great enermy.

Orcs where arming, every day thousands morw where spawned and trained. They where armed aroured and waiting for human blood. They would kill anything in there way-but you cannot kill water.

So Souron devsied his plan, he sent all his army to Osgilith, 300,000 orcs with more coming every day. And he built boats, thousands upon thousands of boats.

Soon there would be enough to ferry all of his men across the water-to victory.


"It is good that we're rid of im, but did ye have te do it so rudely?"

"Aye, he was standin on me keg."

The trebuchets were in position, and had fired on the foul enemy even before they entered their boats; but now, at closer range, even more were falling to the mighty machines. They threw chunks of masonry soaked in tar and flaming brands at the boats.

The soldiers of Gondor stood at the top of the great walls, their bows ready. Many dumped had dumped oil into the water, which had spread to such a magnitude as to cover practically the entire crossing, it sat there, stagnant in the calm, until the flaming trebuchet stones crashed through the enemy boats and into the water, bringing up vast sheets of flame about the orcs in the sluggish, barely moving Anduin.

The soldiers on the walls, to compound the problem for the orcs, fired volleys of flaming arrows into their midst, while largely sheltered by the crennellations. The great longbows of the Gondorians could reach all the way to the other side of the river; so the vile scum were met with 60,000 flaming shafts per volley, the men firing fast, almost unable to miss in the press of enemy boats, and even the few that did miss would set new parts of the river aflame.

OOC: 300,000 orcs? Sauron could only muster 120,000 for the assault on Gondor in the books, and that was including the vast combined armies of Rhun and Harad, which you don't have at your disposal yet.

The sun was down and the goblins, orcs and trolls of Moria were awakening. Tonight was the night, the night where they would poor into the Elvin valley and defile it. Doubtless the elves knew they were only minutes away from them, only a deaf mute without a sense of smell wouldn’t know that they were drawing near. The army consisted of three thousand goblins, two thousand normal sized orcs and thirty-five cave trolls. Tonight, much blood would be spilled, and the orcs couldn’t be happier.

OOC: Hope those army numbers aren’t to large, if they are, let me know.

OOC: 300,000 orcs? Sauron could only muster 120,000 for the assault on Gondor in the books, and that was including the vast combined armies of Rhun and Harad, which you don't have at your disposal yet.
OOC: In the books that was said to be the littlist of 5 armys he had, Gandalf likened it to the small finger on a hand.

IC:The flames spread towards the bpats and the orcs dived off, swimming back to the easten shore, the first assult had been defeated, more would come.

The orcs own great catapults had been silent until now but they began to unleash there leadly vollies.

OOC: Oh, I see. I'm more screwed than I thought.

IC: The river was up in flames now, and the orcish boats were burning, the orcs dived off, but that would not save them. Seeing that many of the orcs had been dealt with, the trebuchets switched to firing their deadly cargo at the enemy catapults, while largely protected by the walls. The soldiers were not as lucky, with some dying to the huge boulders, but still the line held. and the arrows continued to be fired.

OOC: Lothlorien still open?

The elves that had began to march to the aid of Gondor arrivied after a long march of many days and there at last they had reached the White City, the city of kings.

OOC: Oh, I see. I'm more screwed than I thought.

OOC: Still waiting on the guy rping Rivendell, but I’d like to say something. It seems, that without the fellowship doing almost exactly what they did in the “The Lord of the Rings” that the Free Peoples of Middle Earth are pretty much screwed, screwed right into the ground. Makes you appreciate the whole destiny theme of the books a little more.

Early in the moring, while the sun rose on the horizon and brought light into a Haradrim encampment. A group of Haradrim who had moved out first, led by two chieftains. Murakir, a distant relative of Suladan and Hagraz, a friend and loyal servant to Suladan.

Their small army had reached the Harnen river the night before, they were the first of the Haradrim army to do so, knowing it would be difficult to feed the entire army they decided to move alone, and maybe they could achieve an early victory and enhance their reputation among their kin.

'When will we meet the armies of the stone land' Hagraz asked Murakir while he prepared his horse 'It will take us a day or to more to reach the Poros river, and if what Suladan told me, is true then we will have no trouble getting past Pelargir.' Murakir said 'Mordor has gone to war with the stone land near Osgiliath and while Gondors troops fight in its defense, they remain blind for all other things that move. Near Pelargir, we can wait for our brethren to join us and move forth together.'

Hagraz, satisfied with the situation got on his horse and ordered the guards to wake the others while Murakir studied his maps looking for weak spots in the defenses of Gondors capital. Soon he would see Suladan again and he did not want to waste time

OOC: Tomzilla, it's open. Do you want Lorien?

IC: The huge numebrs of orc catapults opened fire on the enermy trebusets, there where many, many of the poorly made catapults and though they wehre lyable to breaking down the sheer weight of fire, joined by the fire of the Orc archers, was doing damage. The Orcs who had been succeded in getting out of the river had disappeared off somewhere, unseen by the gondorians. They where distracted by battalions of Orc Archers who marched forwards and opened fire upon the Gondorians, trying to win through saturation fire.

OOC: Are you sure orcish bows can reach all across the river? I had the impression that the longbows of the Gondorians could only just do it.

IC: The trebuchets, despite being very well protected in the towers of Osgiliath, were still taking some damage, but continued to lob their masonry at the catapults. The archers concentrated on the enemy orcs. Faramir's rangers, spread out on either side of the main force, shot at any enemies within range.

At Minas Tirith, Boromir welcomed the elves, and bade them proceed to Osgiliath to help his brother Faramir. Meanwhile, he heard tidings of Haradrim mustering from the southern guard, and ordered the remaining 10,000 rangers to proceed to Southern Ithilien.

OOC: From LOTR Weapons and Warfare
Range-Gondorian Arrow: 200m
Mordor Orc Arrow120m I think the rivers about 50 m across so yes. Oha nd trebucet and Catpult range is 260m.

IC: The bridege was broken in the middle-not a big break just big enough to stop somone jumping across it and to the break came 6 heavly armoured trolls protected from enermy arrows by a huge board of wood covered in iron. enermy arrows bounced off this wood and the trolls laid it down across the gap before charging over, axes swinging. They where followed by most of the orcish horde.

The Dwarves of Erebor and the Iron Hills readied for war, Sauron would soon turn his foul gaze upon them, and they would be ready, Dwarven Steel and Mail were ready, and the mighty catapaults were ready for the assault, only needing to be loaded before they could bde fired on the Orcish troops.

OOC: Oh, I thought it was wider, but oh well.

IC: The arrows flew thick and fast, and as the trolls came up, several of the trebuchets flung their massive stones at them, trying to bring them down. Meanwhile, as the orcs ran past the trolls, along the bridge, Faramir shouted an order. His best marksmen drew an arrow, and fired it at a small catch on the side of the bridge. The trap was sprung, as the planks of the bridge fell down, flinging the orcs into the flaming water and making a new, larger gap that hopefully Sauron's forces would not be able to breach.

Two of the trolls where thrown off the bridge by the catapults and some of the Orcs fell into the water as a nw larger gap was revealed. from that gap Sourons forces retreated, they would need more and larger wood and that would take days.

After many long ardous days and night, did finally reached the towers of the teeth, and the large adamant-like gates of Mordor's entry laid, the Easterlings awaiting their entrance into the supposed lands of shadow. Standing at the heels of his armies, at the forefront of his men, the Easterling commander Zirrankah lifted up his head, and stared ominously into the towers that loomed with meance above their heads and shoulders.

Yet, with a loud cry from the very bowels of his soul, he reaped a venerable scream that pulsed with strength of the army of the Easterlings, as they awaited to enter Mordor. His army, with their unpounding strength, cried in unison, to open the black gates so that they may enter and discuss the plans of the war.

OOC: Is anybody gonna do anything against the Dwarves, or seek Dwarven aid in defeating Sauron? I'm flapping at loose ends here with nothing to kill.

OOC: Is anybody gonna do anything against the Dwarves, or seek Dwarven aid in defeating Sauron? I'm flapping at loose ends here with nothing to kill.

OOC: My forces back home can start enslaving our dwarven rivals, thus causing your guys to come help. How bout that?

OOC: My forces back home can start enslaving our dwarven rivals, thus causing your guys to come help. How bout that?

OOC: That might actually be the Dwarves of the Iron Hills, half of my domain, that's in the northeast of the continent, so I think you'd be attaqcking me anyway.

The elves then with the steward's son's request gathered after they had rested and marched into Osgiliath and their asked where should their forces be sent.

Osigiliath
Faramir replied that for the moment the battle was over, but that his elves could help harrass Sauron's forces. Meanwhile, the wall was repaired, and the soldiers kept constant watch, sniping any orcs within range. The trebuchets helped the soldiers, and fired at the bridge to destroy it completely. Another oil stockpile was built up, and traps were set.

Minas Tirith
Boromir sent a message to the dwarves of Erebor, requesting their aid in driving off Sauron, and offering transports at the mouth of the Anduin for their travel.

Minas Tirith
Boromir sent a message to the dwarves of Erebor, requesting their aid in driving off Sauron, and offering transports at the mouth of the Anduin for their travel.


The Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain accept your request for aid, we have not forgotten the old alliances between our people, we shall be at your side as soon as we may.

As the message was dispatched by a raven, the forces of Erebor marshaled their strength, 10,000 Dwarves marched from the Mountain, with another 5,000 to defend Erebor and Dale, the majority were dispatched because of the easy defensibility of the Mountain, in 3 weeks they would be ready to fight beside their old allies of the Tower of Guard.

ooc: still waiting on Rivendell…

Minas Tirith
Boromir recieved the raven, and sent one back, accepting the help of the dwarves gratefully, and saying that a group of transports would be ready when the dwarves reached the Anduin.

Minas Tirith
Boromir recieved the raven, and sent one back, accepting the help of the dwarves gratefully, and saying that a group of transports would be ready when the dwarves reached the Anduin.

The Dwarves moved out, heading for the mouths of the Anduin.

Near Plargir, or what remained of the city since its destruction in the middle of the third age, the Haradrim armies arrived and now prepared themselves for the last part of their trip to the North. Soon they would meet the orcs and attack Minas Tirith, capital of Gondor.

While their troops arrived, Suladan and the chieftains discussed their battleplans, a discussion that did not goeasy, some of the leaders wanted to cross the Anduin in the South whilst others perferred to join forces with the orcs before they crossed. Eventually it was Suladan himself who had to decide and knowing it would be difficult to get the Mumakil across the river near its mouth chose to march North.


ooc: Lets get some things right, numbers! The total number of orcs in LotR is 50.000 of which 10.000 were sent to Gondor, seems strange but Sauron feared an attack while his forces were away. The Haradrim army is probably 8-10.000 strong while on the other side there were some 6000 (out of a total of probably 12.000) riders of Rohan and between 8 and 10.000 Gondorians. The dwarven army can probably muster another 10.000 while there was an army of about the same size of Rhun(remember they attacked gondor and Dale, in Dale they killed dain and the king of Dale(brand?) and the dwarves fled to the lonely mountain). Moria could count on aprox. 20.000 Goblins and Isengard has about 10.000 Uruk Hai. I dont know how strong the elves are, since they dont fight much during the war of the Ring. These numbers are estimates but I believe they are pretty correct(unless someone has better numbers, there were also estimates in the first LotR RP from a LotR forum).

OOC: 10,000? That was Sarumans 'small' army of Uruks'

The gondorians had around 15,000 I balive.

The regiments of Orcs at the battle where of 5,000 Orcs, i think there where at least 20 of these regiments the the battle and gandalf said that it was the smallest of Sourons 5 armys.

IC: The Orcs had another plan, a second army, this only 10,000 strong floated a plontoon brridge south of Osgilith, between the city and Pelargir. Here they planned to cross and attack from the south-where Gondor wouldn't be expecting it.

OOC: 10,000? That was Sarumans 'small' army of Uruks'

The gondorians had around 15,000 I balive.

The regiments of Orcs at the battle where of 5,000 Orcs, i think there where at least 20 of these regiments the the battle and gandalf said that it was the smallest of Sourons 5 armys.

IC: The Orcs had another plan, a second army, this only 10,000 strong floated a plontoon brridge south of Osgilith, between the city and Pelargir. Here they planned to cross and attack from the south-where Gondor wouldn't be expecting it.

OOC: I just had a brilliant idea, I'm gonna add some magical music to my assault, the most fitting LotR song ever, Battle of Evermore by Led Zepplin, I'll just have to find a mage to make the music for me... Hey Gandalf!!! I need some really loud music, can you handle that? ;)

IC:

The 10,000 dwarves made good time to the Anduin, they first took barges down the Long Lake to the Forest River, from there they followed the River to where it met the Anduin, this took nearly a week, and the trip up the Anduin would take much less time than was originally thought, since they woud be running down the river to the Gladden Fields, taking onl another 6-7 days, cutting a whole week off of theirestimated travel time.

ooc: Lets get some things right, numbers! The total number of orcs in LotR is 50.000 of which 10.000 were sent to Gondor, seems strange but Sauron feared an attack while his forces were away. The Haradrim army is probably 8-10.000 strong while on the other side there were some 6000 (out of a total of probably 12.000) riders of Rohan and between 8 and 10.000 Gondorians. The dwarven army can probably muster another 10.000 while there was an army of about the same size of Rhun(remember they attacked gondor and Dale, in Dale they killed dain and the king of Dale(brand?) and the dwarves fled to the lonely mountain). Moria could count on aprox. 20.000 Goblins and Isengard has about 10.000 Uruk Hai. I dont know how strong the elves are, since they dont fight much during the war of the Ring. These numbers are estimates but I believe they are pretty correct(unless someone has better numbers, there were also estimates in the first LotR RP from a LotR forum).

OOC: Most of those numbers seem about right, but about the Dwarves, do you mean I should be able to muster an additional 10,000, over and above the 10,000 I've already mustered, or that I can only muster 10,000 total, because Erebor is currently the mightiest of the Dwarven realms, followed by Dains Iron Hills, and I think I can muster at least 10,000 more from the Iron Hills. Also, the King of Dale and Esgaroth(lake town) was named Bard, just thought you'd like to get it right.

OOC: This will be the 4th LOTR RP, as the 3rd one, sadly, died out. I encourage any and all to join as one of the multitudinous nations in Middle-Earth. However, there will be several rules:

1.Be nice to each other. No flaming etc.
2. Try to know something about your nation and LOTR before you join. You can find information at http://www.glyphweb.com/arda/default.htm
3. No Godmodding, and quality RPing. Also, keep things moderately realistic.
4. HAVE FUN!!!

Here's a list of realms, in your first post just say who you're going to be and start RPing:

Kingdoms of Elves:
Rivendell-Draconis Nightcrawlis
Lothlorien-
Mithlond (Grey Havens)- The Scandinvans
Woodland Realm/Mirkwood-

Kingdoms of Dwarves:
Dwarves of the Blue Mountains-
Dwarves of the Grey Mountains-
Erebor (The Lonely Mountain)-Mini Miehm
Dwarves of the iron hills-Mini Miehm

Kingdoms of Men:
Dale-
Laketown-
Rohan-
Central Gondor (Minas Tirith, Osgiliath, Cair Andros, etc)- Caladonn
Dol Amroth-
Outer Gondor (Anfalas, Ithilien, Harondor, etc)-Caladonn
Bree-
Harad-imported_Vermin
Corsairs of Umbar- Hanseania
Rhun- Jenrak

"Kingdoms" of Orcs, Goblins, and Uruk-Hai:
Mordor- Aust
Isengard-The zombies hehehe
Moria-Undelia
Goblin-Town (Ruled by Great Goblin from the Hobbit)-
Dol Goldur-

Others:
Eagle's Eyrie-
House of Beorn-
The Shire-

If anyone has any other kingdom suggestions, I'll add them in. There no Ents as they just ebcome too powerful and destroy everything (How do you actually kill them?)
Let's get to the RPing!



Ways to kill Ents/Huorns:

1) Fire
2) Siege Engines
3) Hordes of Axemen
4) Arrow through the eye
5) With Balrogs, of course

So I presume theirs no army of the dead, either :(

Near Plargir, or what remained of the city since its destruction in the middle of the third age, the Haradrim armies arrived and now prepared themselves for the last part of their trip to the North. Soon they would meet the orcs and attack Minas Tirith, capital of Gondor.

While their troops arrived, Suladan and the chieftains discussed their battleplans, a discussion that did not goeasy, some of the leaders wanted to cross the Anduin in the South whilst others perferred to join forces with the orcs before they crossed. Eventually it was Suladan himself who had to decide and knowing it would be difficult to get the Mumakil across the river near its mouth chose to march North.


ooc: Lets get some things right, numbers! The total number of orcs in LotR is 50.000 of which 10.000 were sent to Gondor, seems strange but Sauron feared an attack while his forces were away. The Haradrim army is probably 8-10.000 strong while on the other side there were some 6000 (out of a total of probably 12.000) riders of Rohan and between 8 and 10.000 Gondorians. The dwarven army can probably muster another 10.000 while there was an army of about the same size of Rhun(remember they attacked gondor and Dale, in Dale they killed dain and the king of Dale(brand?) and the dwarves fled to the lonely mountain). Moria could count on aprox. 20.000 Goblins and Isengard has about 10.000 Uruk Hai. I dont know how strong the elves are, since they dont fight much during the war of the Ring. These numbers are estimates but I believe they are pretty correct(unless someone has better numbers, there were also estimates in the first LotR RP from a LotR forum).


Actually, In the book, Lord of the Rings: Weapons and Warfare, it said there were 200,000 Orcs marching on Minas Tirith and 300,000 in Mordor. I'm a bit skeptical but think that there were way more Orcs at Pelennor than Uruks in Helm's Deep.

And the Army of the dead was 5,000-strong, it sure looked a whole helluvalot smaller than the Orcish army.

Kreynoria']Actually, In the book, Lord of the Rings: Weapons and Warfare, it said there were 200,000 Orcs marching on Minas Tirith and 300,000 in Mordor. I'm a bit skeptical but think that there were way more Orcs at Pelennor than Uruks in Helm's Deep.
OOC: Which is what i quoted above.

And as for the wents biit, we encountered some real problems with getting it to work- sowe got rid.

The dwarves were running down the Anduin, they would reach the Gladden Fields in time for whatever Sauron tried to throw at the defenders, the dwarvish army was armored in Mithril silver, and armed with bright steel, they had great crossbows for ranged fighting, and their few mobile catapaults were packed with them, there was little that could stop the Dwarves when they marched to war.

OOC: Waiting for Aust........

Boromir was worried. He had just gotten a report from the rangers guarding the Anduin of a force of orcs attempting to cross the Anduin. He himself, along with 2,000 men, marched out from Minas Tirith to reinforce the rangers. He also sent word to Faramir of the arrival of the Dwarves, and told him to tell them to help build the defenses of Osgiliath.

In the Southern Ithilien, the rangers ambushed the Haradrim, appearing out of no where to fire arrows at their soldiers and mumakil, since the mumakil were afraid of fire, the rangers were confident they would trample the vile Harad warriors in their panic.

OOC: 15,000 men? From what I've read, there were at LEAST 12,000 defending the White City during the Siege of Minas Tirith, and that's not counting the soldiers that died at Osgiliath.

Also, many men were attacking the Haradrim also, not to mention that in The Return of the King, when the reinforcements from the outer kingdoms arrive in Minas Tirith, everyone says that the outer kingdoms would have contributed more, but they were fighting off the Corsairs of Umbar. That hasn't happened, so all those reinforcements would be available.

The Dwarves floated down the Anduin, they were nearing the Carrock, it had been 3 days since they first reached the river, and soon they would be at the Gladden fields, and then on to Gondor.

OOC: 15,000 men? From what I've read, there were at LEAST 12,000 defending the White City during the Siege of Minas Tirith, and that's not counting the soldiers that died at Osgiliath.

Also, many men were attacking the Haradrim also, not to mention that in The Return of the King, when the reinforcements from the outer kingdoms arrive in Minas Tirith, everyone says that the outer kingdoms would have contributed more, but they were fighting off the Corsairs of Umbar. That hasn't happened, so all those reinforcements would be available.

OOC: I just finished watching the movie, and you're right, I think that with the reinforcements from the outer kingdom, and the lack of depredations by Sarumon, there would be at least 20,000 men of Gondor, and at least half of that in Rohirrim.

OOC: I will be lothlorien. I will make my post later tonight

ooc: The total force that was sent from the outerkingdoms is 3000, due to the threat from the Corsairs. Once the battle was over and Umbar defeated, they brought together another 4000. Those 4000 remained at the city with some of the troops from Gondor while a combined force(incl Rohan) of 7000 marched to the black gate. I did not include Dol Amroth in my estimates because I really have no idea about their strength.
LotR, the book also mentions that Osgiliath was attacked by 7000 orcs(more were sent to attack Minas Tirith but no exact figures), so that estimate that i made about 10000 orcs isnt that bad at all.
Theoden said at the encampment that there were '6000 spears, less than half of what I hoped for.' so the 12.000 numbers is ok(make it 15 if you like that better).
Most of these are estimates but I'm not far off.
And yes it was king bard, thank you for correcting.

I'm not telling you to use these exact figures, actually i'd perfer that you dont use figures at all, but 10000 rangers seems alot. they'd almost outnumber me(and i dont think that is correct).

Gondors rangers took the Haradrim by surprise and many fell to the acurate arrows. And while one of the Mumakil went wild, the Mahud chieftain lost control and trampled several Haradrim, Suladan intervened. Bringing his personal guard with him he moved to the left into the bushes in an attempt to catch the rangers from behind.

In the meantime Murakir tried to save as many of his men as he could, ordering them to move out of the open and attack their ambushers wherever they could find them. Raza, a Harad king came from the rear and seeing the effect of the enemies weapons on the mumakil, ordered them to pull back , away from the forest road.

The Dwarves were past the Carrock, and were nearing the Galdden Fields, they were wary at this point, it was here that Isildur was killed, and the Ring lost, once they were past this point it was a straight run to Gondor, and the Mouths of the Anduin.

After many long ardous days and night, did finally reached the towers of the teeth, and the large adamant-like gates of Mordor's entry laid, the Easterlings awaiting their entrance into the supposed lands of shadow. Standing at the heels of his armies, at the forefront of his men, the Easterling commander Zirrankah lifted up his head, and stared ominously into the towers that loomed with meance above their heads and shoulders.

Yet, with a loud cry from the very bowels of his soul, he reaped a venerable scream that pulsed with strength of the army of the Easterlings, as they awaited to enter Mordor. His army, with their unpounding strength, cried in unison, to open the black gates so that they may enter and discuss the plans of the war.
The gates opened slowly as the cave trolls pushed them open. The King of the Nazgul was there adn he waited for them. Sires! he said his voice a steely whisper. My master requires your aid in crossing the river if you would make haste there.
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Around half the orcs wherre over the river, maybe 6,000 or so and a great cry went up as they saw Bormirs force of men. They charged, while the Orcs on the otehr side attempted to join them. Several where pushed off the edges of the bridge, drowning in the deep water.

The Dwarves had passed the Gladden, they were still safe, now they werwe only 2-3 days from the Pelennor, soon they would stand beside the men of Gondor and destroy the fould orcs of Sauron.

OOC: I guess I'll go with the numbers of 20,000 men. However, even with 15,000 at Osgiliath, I'll be outnumbered 20 to 1. I really have no chance of beating those odds.

IC: Bank of the Anduin River
The 3,000 Gondorians fired massed volleys into the oncoming orcs, every man possessing a bow, 3,000 shots firing at the fell orcs every 6 seconds or so. Boromir blew the Horn of Gondor, and the men cheered as they heard it, firing resolutely at the foul scum.

Southern Ithilien
The rangers continued firing their flaming arrows at the Haradrim, simply climbing trees and resorting to their cunningly-laid traps when Suladan and his men neared, changing some of their fire to his forces.

OOC: Unless you're pretty much just starting on the journey through Ithilien, there isn't really any way to pull back out of the Forest Road. Also, I definitely don't have 10,000 rangers there, it's more around 3,000, although it would be hard for you to tell with the trees, and them being spread out.

The Dwarves were nearing the Pelenor, it was only a day until they would reach the battle at Osgiliath, and they would reach the battle near Ilithien in just an hour, they could see the battle already, but it would be some time before they could reach it.

OOC: Is this north or south Ilithien?

OOC: there shouldnt be 200.000 orcs either, so there wont be a problem. Anyway, dont use exact figures. Besides, you're getting help from the dwarves.
I can send my Haradrim to move along Ephel Duath, where the vegitation and trees are gone or dead. And I can let my men move along the river with raiders on the right flank
Mini Miehm, you should be getting in North Ithilien first, then osgiliath and if you continue south, south Ithilien.

'We should have moved through Mordor, we could have gone through the Black Gate, avoiding these amubushes' Raza said while he led his mumakil to a new route, but Murakir did not agree with him, believing it would take too long 'Maybe we should have crossed the Andiun in the South, but we are here now, we must use our full might to get rid of these archers. I will move all my troops and all cavalry into the forest, we'll use our bows and set fire to the trees they are climbing in, they have already given us fire to begin with.'
While Suladan returned to the man army, Haradrim archers came to the front and moved forward in a long line firing arrows at the trees where they could see rangers or believed they could be hiding. The few haradrim who possessed a shield came to the first line to protect the archers from enemy volley's.

The Orcs, without bows and arrows, fell quickly to the shafts that punched through there sheilds. Hundreds fell in the opening minuates but they carried on regardless chargin towards the Gondorians, using there dead freinds boidys as sheilds.

OOC: True, you could do that, although at the moment I believe you are in the center of the forest. And yes, South Ithilien is beyond Osgiliath.

IC: The rangers retreated through the trees, firing back at them. Some continued to fire at the mumakil.

OOC: there shouldnt be 200.000 orcs either, so there wont be a problem. Anyway, dont use exact figures. Besides, you're getting help from the dwarves.
I can send my Haradrim to move along Ephel Duath, where the vegitation and trees are gone or dead. And I can let my men move along the river with raiders on the right flank
Mini Miehm, you should be getting in North Ithilien first, then osgiliath and if you continue south, south Ithilien.

'We should have moved through Mordor, we could have gone through the Black Gate, avoiding these amubushes' Raza said while he led his mumakil to a new route, but Murakir did not agree with him, believing it would take too long 'Maybe we should have crossed the Andiun in the South, but we are here now, we must use our full might to get rid of these archers. I will move all my troops and all cavalry into the forest, we'll use our bows and set fire to the trees they are climbing in, they have already given us fire to begin with.'
While Suladan returned to the man army, Haradrim archers came to the front and moved forward in a long line firing arrows at the trees where they could see rangers or believed they could be hiding. The few haradrim who possessed a shield came to the first line to protect the archers from enemy volley's.

OOC: I meant "Is the battle in north or south Ithilien?" I know how to navigate a map of Gondor, I just wondered if I would be reaching the battle for Osgilliath before the battle for the Anduin.

OOC: It's in South Ithilien. Also, I'm fighting Aust somewhere else along the Anduin, not sure where exactly.

IC: Along the Anduin
Boromir's men continued to fire their arrows into the massed orcs, the Bodkin tips ripping right through the flimsy dead body shields the orcs held up.

OOC: It's in South Ithilien. Also, I'm fighting Aust somewhere else along the Anduin, not sure where exactly.

IC: Along the Anduin
Boromir's men continued to fire their arrows into the massed orcs, the Bodkin tips ripping right through the flimsy dead body shields the orcs held up.

OOC: We'll say there's a battle somewhere up near Cair Andros, sound good?

IC:

The Dwarves had reached the island of Cair Andros, the orcs were swarming thick here, it seemed as though the men of Gondor were holding their ownm though, so the Dwarves simply let loose a volley of bolts as they floated past, and continued on towards Osgilliath.

The elves at Osiglath fought bravelt and slew many an orce, but yet there were many more orcs going into the battle with each passing hour they knew they were fighting a losing battle.

Meanwhile, Cirdan the Shipwright called a meeting of all the free people's of Middle Earth in the of esblashing an allaince that would march against Sauron such as that of the Last Alliance.

The dwarves continued floating down the river, they were mere hours away from Osgiliath now, they could see the outline of the city, and soon they would meet the orcs in battle.

The Dwarves of Erebor and the Iron Hills, also known as Durins Folk, sent Gloin, and his son Gimli, to discuss the alliance, there were still aliances existing between the peoples, but they were mostly moribund, a new one needed to be forged.

"Then if your master requires the river, we shalt deliver." Zirrankah spoke with a hardened brace in his voice. Standing at full height with his strength unraveled, the fanatical commander turned around at his heavily armoured men, his dryly maintained but enduring soldiers. And with a fierce cry of his massive, sword ended staff, Zirrankah yelled loudly into the cloudy and darkening sky.

Sarahurn Saranaam!

He cried, and with that volley of rage, his soldiers repeated it to him, in a great magnitude. Then he yelled even louder, and he turned to the deathly Nazgul. "My men will do their jobs. We swear on our lives that the river will be yours." He spoke to him, as a delicately small, but still powerful number of Easterlings walked onwards towards the Anduin, whilst the remainder marched forwards into Mordor, Zirrankah at their heels.

The Dwarves had arrived, coming ibn behind the orcs they disembarked frm their transports and volleyed crossbows into the rear of the attacking force, then they charged, their mighty axes bright in the sun, Orcrist, the sword of Thorin, led the charge against the orcs of Mordor, none could stop the Goblin-Cleaver.

Trampling the soft ground as they kept marching on, the smaller but stronger companies of Rhun, in their many colored clads and their thick armor and heavy, slow and cumbersome but powerful swords and axes, marched on in defiance of their enemies, and soon was almost at the edge of the city, as they watched both Dwarven and Men battle their Orcish allies.

"All shields in turtle position." The Easterling Captain, Arnetika growled fiercely. As he commanded, the soldiers raised their Iron shields, and held it firmly in front of their faces, following Arnetika through the small narrow slits for their eyes to see.

A few more minutes of marching, and finally they would reach Osgiliath to fight. Arnetika, to signal his arrival, blew his savage horn loudly, as it rung with defeaning roar.

Trampling the soft ground as they kept marching on, the smaller but stronger companies of Rhun, in their many colored clads and their thick armor and heavy, slow and cumbersome but powerful swords and axes, marched on in defiance of their enemies, and soon was almost at the edge of the city, as they watched both Dwarven and Men battle their Orcish allies.

"All shields in turtle position." The Easterling Captain, Arnetika growled fiercely. As he commanded, the soldiers raised their Iron shields, and held it firmly in front of their faces, following Arnetika through the small narrow slits for their eyes to see.

A few more minutes of marching, and finally they would reach Osgiliath to fight. Arnetika, to signal his arrival, blew his savage horn loudly, as it rung with defeaning roar.

The Horns of Rhun gave the Dwarves enough warning to send an unengaged company to deal with them, the dwarves charged the defensive formation, their gret crossbows firing a volley as the closed, before being put away in favor of axe and sword, combined with the round shields favored by Durins folk, they were powerful opponents, their armor of mithril silver glinted in the sun, and their steel blades bore a promis of a swift and messy death to the men of Rhun who faced them on the field this day.

"Little men with axes." Arnetika smirked, to the amusement of his men, as the Dwarven foe charged towards them with their shining mithril and their gratly crafted weapons. "We shall show them the same thing we have shown their brothers in Rhun. Unleash the bolts!" He yelled.

In a fury, the shields were pounded bottom down into the ground, and from above the jagged ends of the Rhunic shields came up a wave of heavy looking crossbows, as they awaited their foe. "Aim for the eyes." Arnetika spoke carefully, as the men behind him, the men without the crossbows, readied their axes.

The Orcs forght madly, as though they where creatures possesed, they reached the gondorian line and began to hack and slash at the men who stood there.

As the dewarves arrived other Orcs charged towards them, filled with battle lust. Many fell to the dewarven bolts and axes but other carried on fighting, sheer weight of numebrs dragging the dewarves down 1 by 1.

And from Osgilith more Orcs came, commanded by Souron to win this battle.

Cair Andros
The men retreated behind a ruined bulwark, getting in a few last volleys before the orcs closed. From behind the bulwark, the men put out their long pikes, spitting several ranks of orcs, and then shaking them off as the next ranks came up. Some continued to fire bows, sharpshooting into the melee. Boromir was in the center of the line, cleaving down orcs left and right.

Osgiliath
The archers continued to fire at the orcish horde, bringing them down with massed volleys. 15,000 arrows, arcing up every six seconds, presented a fearsome sight to the orcs. Seeing the Rhunic battalion approach, Faramir ordered the trebuchets to begin firing at them, the massive chunks of masonry ripping through their armour with ease, taking out many due to their packed formation.

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted in this, I just can't seem to get started. If someone wants to take over Rivendell from me, feel free to.

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted in this, I just can't seem to get started. If someone wants to take over Rivendell from me, feel free to.
ooc:Yes, please somebody take over it. I’ve been waiting for days here.

A blast fire crushed, as the blocks of rubble bombarded the Easterlings into submission at the back. "Filthy scum!" Arnetika yelled with a loud tone in hsi breath, as he pulled back his archers, and commanded his forces to change route, to march.

Arrows flying fro mboth sides, his men began to become crushed, for no matter how strong the easterligns were, Arnetika knew that they could not contest against a battalion of catapults and trebuchets, bombarding them at whim, and with the mithril armoured Dwarves approaching them even closer, they had to change drastically.

"Archers aimed for the heads of the Dwarves, and hide behind the mountain shaft cliff!" He gestured, as his men, in pairs, retreated slowly behind the scenery.

"All axemen and swordsmen, follow me!" He yelled, and he charged violently at the dwarven foe.

"Little men with axes." Arnetika smirked, to the amusement of his men, as the Dwarven foe charged towards them with their shining mithril and their gratly crafted weapons. "We shall show them the same thing we have shown their brothers in Rhun. Unleash the bolts!" He yelled.

In a fury, the shields were pounded bottom down into the ground, and from above the jagged ends of the Rhunic shields came up a wave of heavy looking crossbows, as they awaited their foe. "Aim for the eyes." Arnetika spoke carefully, as the men behind him, the men without the crossbows, readied their axes.

The crossbow bolts flew out, a whirring hail of death, blocked by the hideous masks that the dwarves wore for battle, they were horrible to look upon, and had stood them in good stead in the past, now they showed their worth again, stopping most of the bolts, although a few did penetrate, killing some, and wounding more, but the Naugrim kept up the charge, nothing would stop their advance, they were Durins folk, the Khazad, no man could stand long against them in battle. As they clashed with the hated Easterlings they cried out in the tongue of the dwarves "Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd aimênu! Axes of the Dwarves! The Dwarves are upon you!" and leapt to the fray.

At Osgilliath the dwarves fought hardest, their axes and swords clove cursed flesh, smoking with the black blood of the orcs, and as they charged Dain shouted in the tounge of the Noldor, who were ever the closest in friendship to the Dwarves of midle earth, "Utuile'n aure! Aiya Eldalie ar Atanatari, utulie'n aure!" "The day has come! Behold, people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!" and all who heard his great shout replied in a single voice "Auta i lome!" "The night is passing!" Then the dwarves of Erebor drove deep into the flank of the orcs, orcrist had returned from Thorins grave and was not to be denied, it glowed with a fell light, blue and bright, shedding a horrible glow on everything atround him, making him seem almost as though he were not mortyal, but instead one of the Valar, the lords of middle earth.

OOC:My orcs in osgilith are all going down to the battle at Cair Andros

IC: The Orcs hauled down at the pikes, physicallly pulling them from the mens arms before leaping forwards with sword and axe, 3 orcs to a man.

OOC:My orcs in osgilith are all going down to the battle at Cair Andros

IC: The Orcs hauled down at the pikes, physicallly pulling them from the mens arms before leaping forwards with sword and axe, 3 orcs to a man.

OOC: Then we'll just have to pursue them.

IC:

The dwarves drove on, chasing the orcs as they left Osgilliath for the battle at Cair Andros, they would not let one foul scuttling beast survivethis battle if they had any choice in the matter.

Cair Andros
The line was held well, as the pikes were pulled out of their hands, the men formed up their shield wall over the stone bulwark, striking down with their longswords at the foe below. The orcs could not use their greater numbers in the confined spaces of the island, and the archers continued their murderous hail.

Osgiliath
The trebuchets continued to fire into the foul men of Rhun, making sure that the boulders did not impact on the valiant dwarves. The archers turned their attention from the heavily armoured Rhunic warriors to the pathetic orcs, firing massive volleys of arrows at them as they fled. Seeing that they were going to Cair Andros, Faramir ordered a force to be despatched down the Anduin to help his brother. The boats took off, keeping pace with the fleeing orcs and their Dwarven pursuers, firing ballista bolts and arrows in the thousands from the river.

The crossbow bolts flew out, a whirring hail of death, blocked by the hideous masks that the dwarves wore for battle, they were horrible to look upon, and had stood them in good stead in the past, now they showed their worth again, stopping most of the bolts, although a few did penetrate, killing some, and wounding more, but the Naugrim kept up the charge, nothing would stop their advance, they were Durins folk, the Khazad, no man could stand long against them in battle. As they clashed with the hated Easterlings they cried out in the tongue of the dwarves "Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd aimênu! Axes of the Dwarves! The Dwarves are upon you!" and leapt to the fray.

At Osgilliath the dwarves fought hardest, their axes and swords clove cursed flesh, smoking with the black blood of the orcs, and as they charged Dain shouted in the tounge of the Noldor, who were ever the closest in friendship to the Dwarves of midle earth, "Utuile'n aure! Aiya Eldalie ar Atanatari, utulie'n aure!" "The day has come! Behold, people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!" and all who heard his great shout replied in a single voice "Auta i lome!" "The night is passing!" Then the dwarves of Erebor drove deep into the flank of the orcs, orcrist had returned from Thorins grave and was not to be denied, it glowed with a fell light, blue and bright, shedding a horrible glow on everything atround him, making him seem almost as though he were not mortyal, but instead one of the Valar, the lords of middle earth.

"Seems as we cannot kill them so easily." Arnetika murmured, enemy from all sides. "Create the siege ram!" He yelled frantically, as his men curled up into a long line of metal shields, and wearied to a certain degree, but fueled by their everlasting bloodthirst, ran forwards, charging blindly towards osgiliath.

For their goal was to reach, and breach the city; not wipe out the enemy with force. To gain victory, the Rhun had to drill a massive hole through victory, not fight a losing battle against superior forces and armor. But whether Arnetika's eccentric movements would work, was a different story.

Meanwhile in the Land of Shadow, Zirrankah readied a greater portion of his armies, preparing themselves for war, as they finally, with massive trbuchets and plundering siege towers, walked steadily towards Osgiliath, past the marshes of Dagorlad.

The orcs of osgilith turned upon there pursues and attackd the dewarves, opening fire with there poisionous arrows, waiting for the dewarves to come to them. They thought they had the dewarves trapped and in trouble.

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Still the Orc's attacked hammering at the sheild wall, many fell to the bright blades of the men, but they carried on attacking for the rage of battle was upon them. And one by one they struck down there enermys, losing many Orcs for each man.

"Seems as we cannot kill them so easily." Arnetika murmured, enemy from all sides. "Create the siege ram!" He yelled frantically, as his men curled up into a long line of metal shields, and wearied to a certain degree, but fueled by their everlasting bloodthirst, ran forwards, charging blindly towards osgiliath.

For their goal was to reach, and breach the city; not wipe out the enemy with force. To gain victory, the Rhun had to drill a massive hole through victory, not fight a losing battle against superior forces and armor. But whether Arnetika's eccentric movements would work, was a different story.

Meanwhile in the Land of Shadow, Zirrankah readied a greater portion of his armies, preparing themselves for war, as they finally, with massive trbuchets and plundering siege towers, walked steadily towards Osgiliath, past the marshes of Dagorlad.


The dwarves reacted to this charge, parting halfway through the lines, then closing and stopping the shield bearers cold with crossbow bolts from behind, they were strong, and no man could defeat the kin of Durin the Daethless.

At osgilliath there was more trouble, the poisoned arrows had little effect, for dwarves are hardier than any other race, and resist the attacks of poison and fire better than all others, but the arrows still found chinks in armor, killing a few and wounding many more, but they fought on, undeterred by the orcs turning to face them, that was exactly what they wanted, so why should they complain when it happened, they advanced, their blades glinting in the bright sun, while their masks struck fear in their enemies hearts, and Orcrist stilllead the charge, cleaving a swath of death greater than any three other dwarves combined, Dain was an engine of destruction, killing all who faced him, and putting heart into his followers as they fought the foul orcs of Sauron.

The dwarves from Erebor were weclomed wuth honor at the Grey Havens there they were brought to a large dome strucuture were the council for the formation of the alliance was held. Upon reaching the building Cirdan himself said to them," Welcome to the Grey Havens, but theere are far more important things to discuss such as how to muster a force capable of battling Sauron opnely."

The dwarves from Erebor were weclomed wuth honor at the Grey Havens there they were brought to a large dome strucuture were the council for the formation of the alliance was held. Upon reaching the building Cirdan himself said to them," Welcome to the Grey Havens, but theere are far more important things to discuss such as how to muster a force capable of battling Sauron opnely."

"There're 10,000 of us already fightin beside Gondor, how many more de ye need, there're not that many more of us to come if we're called."

The Orcs waited until the enermy charge came and when it was close fired one last volly of arrows at the front ranks and charged at the enermy, attempting to outflank and outfight. From the skys the Nazgul dropped, there great beasts talons picking dewarves from the ground and butchering them.

Around Dain a circle developed and a silence came, the Lord of the Nazgul appeared before him. You are mine, Dain He declared, pulling his sword from it's sheaf, it's lenght was the same as the dawarfs hight, You have forght well but middle earth is mine and my masters.

"We need many tens of thousands as currently we only have 15,000 warrirors and that is not nearly enough."

The Orcs waited until the enermy charge came and when it was close fired one last volly of arrows at the front ranks and charged at the enermy, attempting to outflank and outfight. From the skys the Nazgul dropped, there great beasts talons picking dewarves from the ground and butchering them.

Around Dain a circle developed and a silence came, the Lord of the Nazgul appeared before him. You are mine, Dain He declared, pulling his sword from it's sheaf, it's lenght was the same as the dawarfs hight, You have forght well but middle earth is mine and my masters.

"Ye agin, what are ye goin to do now, stink at me?" Orcrist glowed with a savage light, illuminating the scene with a otherworldly glow. "I know that no livin man can kill ye, but I'm no man, and ye'll die by my hand or by the hand of my kin, ye cannot win, so ye'd best just get gone back where ye came from."

"We need many tens of thousands as currently we only have 15,000 warrirors and that is not nearly enough."

"There're only 20,000 more of us, and half o' that number are set to guard our homes agin attack while we're gone."

"Then we must await more of the free nations to come and join us in order to gather the force needed to fight Sauron."

"Then we must await more of the free nations to come and join us in order to gather the force needed to fight Sauron."

"Aye, that we shall."

OOC: I can talk in old english as well, you know. But I'd rather keep it low so people can understand lol.

IC:

"Hath thy shields penetrate our foes defenses?" Arnetika roared loudly, asking his legions as they pounded with a sense of stalemate over useless land, against the enemy. For the enemy dwarves, hardy and strong, resistant and powerful, with many strong laiden forges and great weapons, still had to fight the Easterlings, the muscle of the east, geared towards the elimination of the Dwarven race, tall and lanky with firm builds and strong abilities. But they were inexorably pushed back again and again, and it was apparent that the Dwarves outmuscled and outnumbered them, as well as allies that aided them in their endeavour.

"Deflect enemy advances, for I shalt deal with our enemies as I see fit. Thoust commands is temporarily yours, dear son." He told his lieutenant, although not his son, but the bond of trust he had developed with him was as great as father and son, as Arnetika unsheathed his massive axe, and charged forwards, yelling loudly as more men charged, trying in vain to temptly break the enemy lines.

Meanwhile, past the borders of Dagorlad

"Ambush is the key. If our foe has not a sight of our arrival, then advance swiftly shalt we, and we shalt truly aid in our lesser men with fury and slaughter." Zirrankah spoke ot his captains, as they walked along him, the men behind trudging along with trebuchets and catapults in pieces, ready for deployment.

"But great commander, what is the purpose of this city?" A captain asked briefly.

"If the city is taken, then the river is taken. Then shalt down with the defenses of the alledged 'white city', and therefore circumsizes the times in the fall of western men."

"Alas! Then great Rhun will propser as Sauron will aid in our killings of the Dwarves."

"Yes, dear captain. For nigh art the paunch and valiant little warriors, and for great a many time hath they dodged our reconcile and our glorious race."

"But shalt Sauron wilt be with on his word?"

"I trust the ruler of Mordor with my life. And so does all our chief lords, hath they not? For if not, then blindly we are fighting for an unjust cause."

"Unjust our cause surely is..." But the sound drowned out, as the battlements of the enemy were heard in the near distance, and the shrieking of the ravaging Nazgul filled their ears. Pressing his fingers painfully along his ears, Zirrankah murmured quietly.

"Blast these foul beastial allies! They seem as if they seek to harm everyone as well!" and with that, he lit a flaming arrow, and shot it high from atop a hill overlooking the carnage, signalling to his fellow Rhunic warriors that reinforcements had arrived.

OOC: I can talk in old english as well, you know. But I'd rather keep it low so people can understand lol.

IC:

"Hath thy shields penetrate our foes defenses?" Arnetika roared loudly, asking his legions as they pounded with a sense of stalemate over useless land, against the enemy. For the enemy dwarves, hardy and strong, resistant and powerful, with many strong laiden forges and great weapons, still had to fight the Easterlings, the muscle of the east, geared towards the elimination of the Dwarven race, tall and lanky with firm builds and strong abilities. But they were inexorably pushed back again and again, and it was apparent that the Dwarves outmuscled and outnumbered them, as well as allies that aided them in their endeavour.

"Deflect enemy advances, for I shalt deal with our enemies as I see fit. Thoust commands is temporarily yours, dear son." He told his lieutenant, although not his son, but the bond of trust he had developed with him was as great as father and son, as Arnetika unsheathed his massive axe, and charged forwards, yelling loudly as more men charged, trying in vain to temptly break the enemy lines.

Meanwhile, past the borders of Dagorlad

"Ambush is the key. If our foe has not a sight of our arrival, then advance swiftly shalt we, and we shalt truly aid in our lesser men with fury and slaughter." Zirrankah spoke ot his captains, as they walked along him, the men behind trudging along with trebuchets and catapults in pieces, ready for deployment.

"But great commander, what is the purpose of this city?" A captain asked briefly.

"If the city is taken, then the river is taken. Then shalt down with the defenses of the alledged 'white city', and therefore circumsizes the times in the fall of western men."

"Alas! Then great Rhun will propser as Sauron will aid in our killings of the Dwarves."

"Yes, dear captain. For nigh art the paunch and valiant little warriors, and for great a many time hath they dodged our reconcile and our glorious race."

"But shalt Sauron wilt be with on his word?"

"I trust the ruler of Mordor with my life. And so does all our chief lords, hath they not? For if not, then blindly we are fighting for an unjust cause."

"Unjust our cause surely is..." But the sound drowned out, as the battlements of the enemy were heard in the near distance, and the shrieking of the ravaging Nazgul filled their ears. Pressing his fingers painfully along his ears, Zirrankah murmured quietly.

"Blast these foul beastial allies! They seem as if they seek to harm everyone as well!" and with that, he lit a flaming arrow, and shot it high from atop a hill overlooking the carnage, signalling to his fellow Rhunic warriors that reinforcements had arrived.

OOC: You seem to be adding things in where they aren't needed, and I'm just old englishing because he's an old guy with a scottish accent, he's old, and english. ;)

IC:

The charging Easterlings met a solid shield wall, the round shields of the dwarves stopped many blades, and those that got through the shields rarely killed, bruises and broken bones would be the greatest casualties of this battle. A single dwarf stepped forward to oppose the leader, his massive black sword glinted with an inner light, like a blade posessed of some evil spirit. "Well wog, will ye face me, or will ye run from a man half yer own height?"

Cair Andros
The Shield wall held, and the men continued to fight the vile orcs. Boromir fought like a machine, his blade cleaving up and down on the scum, periodically blowing the Horn of Gondor to raise the spirits of his men. The archers continued to rain their shafts on the enemy forces.

Osgiliath
The Nasgul came, and many were filled with fear, but then Faramir shouted, "Arise, men of Gondor! We shall be victorious this day!" And the men cheered, their shafts fell with unrelenting fury upon the foul Rhunic warriors and the foul orcs, the trebuchets firing at the armoured foes, crashing through them indiscriminately. However, then Faramir saw the flaming arrow, and knew more enemies were arriving. He sent word to the dwarves, bading them retreat across the river to the wall, so that the traps along the riverbank could be activated on the enemy.

Mithlond
Beregond, Lieutenant of Gondor, arrived after many days travel to see a dwarf conversing with Cirdan. He dismounted, and came up and bowed to the elf lord. "Gondor is ready to fight," he said.

Cirdan answered," Thank you for coming please come and join us in our conversation."

Cair Andros
The Shield wall held, and the men continued to fight the vile orcs. Boromir fought like a machine, his blade cleaving up and down on the scum, periodically blowing the Horn of Gondor to raise the spirits of his men. The archers continued to rain their shafts on the enemy forces.

Osgiliath
The Nasgul came, and many were filled with fear, but then Faramir shouted, "Arise, men of Gondor! We shall be victorious this day!" And the men cheered, their shafts fell with unrelenting fury upon the foul Rhunic warriors and the foul orcs, the trebuchets firing at the armoured foes, crashing through them indiscriminately. However, then Faramir saw the flaming arrow, and knew more enemies were arriving. He sent word to the dwarves, bading them retreat across the river to the wall, so that the traps along the riverbank could be activated on the enemy.

Mithlond
Beregond, Lieutenant of Gondor, arrived after many days travel to see a dwarf conversing with Cirdan. He dismounted, and came up and bowed to the elf lord. "Gondor is ready to fight," he said.

Most of the Dwarves fell back, but Dain, and the Dwarf wielding the bklack sword stayed, facing their respective foes, the Nazgul and the Easterling, they wou win their battles, then retreat to Osgilliath and give out some of the spoils from the Dragons hoard.

Cirdan answered," Thank you for coming please come and join us in our conversation."

"We need t' plan how we're gonna kill the beast this time, I thought we killed 'im once, boot I guess I was wrong, oh well, first time fer everything I guess. So, Men o' Gondorm, will Rohan come to our aid, or no?"

Cirdan said to the captain of Gondor," How many soldiers can you muster an assault upon Mordor, but please do not overstimate your forces."

"Ye agin, what are ye goin to do now, stink at me?" Orcrist glowed with a savage light, illuminating the scene with a otherworldly glow. "I know that no livin man can kill ye, but I'm no man, and ye'll die by my hand or by the hand of my kin, ye cannot win, so ye'd best just get gone back where ye came from."
Ye shall die at my blade beard wearer.The NAzgul retorted and lunged with the sword which was blocked by Dain. You are slow Dewarf, slow and old. My Master has a cloak of dewarf beards, and yours shall become the hood.

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Cair Andros
3 Nazgul had departed from the battle at Osgilith and flew to Cair Andros ready to do battle. Seeing Boromir in the middle on swooped, his mounts talons outstreached reaching for the Gondorian hero.

At the same time the others dropped from the skys,m picking up Gondorians and throwing them into the deep water. This created holes in the Shwild wall which the Orcs poured though, the streaks of the NAzgul like music to there ears.

Alreadya thousand of the Uruk Hai had been spawned. Each of the hundred captains had the control of their first 9 men, and all one-thousand were being trained in the pike, scimitar,shield, and sometimes crossbow, depending on what company they were in. Each of te Urks had been measured at spawning, and so each had a custom made suit of armour being forged, to fit the individual.

Lurtz and his elite cadre of light infantry were the best. Most of them stood at over 7' tall, and each was a master with their chosen weapon. They now marched for Rohan, and expected to keep marching, and meet no resistance. The men and women of Rohan were in an unending sleep (until someone comes to play them) and the Uruks simply marched through.

They kept marching, and soon they were marching through the (place that the Rohirrim muster in the book) and then they were past. They had only another 4 days of marching, and soon they would be in Gondor. They would come up behind the forces of Good, they were the vanguard of Saruman's army.

The Uruks when they moved, were silent. If any man, even a ranger of Gondor, or a dwarf, was watching an open field, they would not see the Uruks creeping along the hedgerows, or crawling along, until it was too late, and they had an arrow or blade in their neck. They would come unoticed by all, to Gondor.

The fifty warg riders (thats about right isnt it??) rode hard and fast. They were to ride around over the Anduin, and then come to Cair Andros, or Osgiliath, Saruman had asked them to on orders from Sauron. Apparently a great battle was brewing here. One that could destroy most of Gondor's defences even before the full strength of any of the evil factions was brought to bear.

OOC: back from wales, unexpectedly with a tan?!?!?!?! Whats this about dwarves wearing masks Mini???? that never happens, ever, except for the Khazard Guard, and
a) they were wiped out in Moria defending Balin's tomb
b)even if they do still exist, u cant be telling me that all the 10,000 dwarf soldiers are khazard guard because they are really rare.

Khazad means dwarf, they are dwarf guards like the citadel guards or the Rohan royal guards. So basicly Dain Ironfoor would have some Khazad guards with him at all times. They are the best fighters among the dwarves and wear the best axes and offcourse their armor is made of all the mithril they can find. There are probably one or twohundred with Dain at most. There total number should certainly not go over four or five hundred.


Slowly now the Haradrim moved on through the forest firing at anything that moved, but Suladan started wondering how long it would take them to get to Osgiliath like this 'We cannot continue like this, It must go faster, or we will arrive at the battle when it is over. How many have we lost so far? with this question Suladan looked at Murakir, who did not know the exact number 'Several hundred i am afraid, i'd say fourhundred but i am not sure' Suladan sighed and looked out over the river Maybe we should cross it, if we could find a spot that is not to deep and allows us to pass over with the Mumaks... we could make some rafts or boats with cut down threes and maybe supplement them with fishing boats. The other side is open without vegetation and allows us to move fast, faster than the rangers on this bank. We would have the element of surprise as they do not expect us on that side. Murakir, try to find out how fast we could cross the river and where... i am tired of wasting time here against an enemy that does not show itself openly.' Murakir saw potential in a crossing but realized that he'd have to find the right spot first. And he had to make sure it was far from the Rangers' positions to maintain secrecy, if they found out they would turn up at the other bank before they could.

Cair Andros
Some of the archers fired on the nasgul, their huge beasts sure to be hit and subdued. Boromir raised his ancient Numenorean blade fighting with the vile undead. The men were frightened by the ringwraiths, but pressed forward, and filled any gaps in the shield wall, cleaving down on the fell orcs.

Osgiliath
The transports bearing the dwarves withdrew across the river, the stout folk being brought to the gate, under the hail of arrows and trebuchet stones provided by the Gondorians.

Mithlond
"There is no word from the Rohirrim. Gondor is beset on all sides, with Haradrim to the south, Mordor and Rhun to the East, and possibly even Isengard to the north. With all due respect, a march on Mordor would be pure folly. Gondor could not muster more than 15,000 men, and it would leave our flanks open to the ravages of Harad and Isengard," Beregond replied.

South Ithilien
The rangers continued firing, although they were taking casualties, they knew they had inflicted far more on the Haradrim, and stuck close to them in the trees, keeping up the hail of flaming arrows.

Northern Gondor
Radagast the Brown sat in a forest clearing, listening to the birds and the beasts of the countryside. His frown deepened as he heard of Uruks marching stealthily upon Gondor. He bade the animals slow the Uruk advance however they could, while he summoned a horse, and set off for Minas Tirith.

Meanwhile, the birds and beasts harrassed the Uruks. They got into their water and food supplies, and fouled them. They changed the looks of the land, leading the company astray.

OOC: I hope no one minds me bringing Radagast into this.

"True, but if we can form a league as strong as that of the Last Alliance. Also at least it would bring about an area of peace in which we can recover even stronger and maybe through the ancient might and kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor might be fully renwed."

OOC: Berserkers are seven feet rall and the average Uruk is six feet or taller remeber that Aragorn was taller then most Uruks as well Elves were genrally taller.

Alreadya thousand of the Uruk Hai had been spawned. Each of the hundred captains had the control of their first 9 men, and all one-thousand were being trained in the pike, scimitar,shield, and sometimes crossbow, depending on what company they were in. Each of te Urks had been measured at spawning, and so each had a custom made suit of armour being forged, to fit the individual.

Lurtz and his elite cadre of light infantry were the best. Most of them stood at over 7' tall, and each was a master with their chosen weapon. They now marched for Rohan, and expected to keep marching, and meet no resistance. The men and women of Rohan were in an unending sleep (until someone comes to play them) and the Uruks simply marched through.

They kept marching, and soon they were marching through the (place that the Rohirrim muster in the book) and then they were past. They had only another 4 days of marching, and soon they would be in Gondor. They would come up behind the forces of Good, they were the vanguard of Saruman's army.

The Uruks when they moved, were silent. If any man, even a ranger of Gondor, or a dwarf, was watching an open field, they would not see the Uruks creeping along the hedgerows, or crawling along, until it was too late, and they had an arrow or blade in their neck. They would come unoticed by all, to Gondor.

The fifty warg riders (thats about right isnt it??) rode hard and fast. They were to ride around over the Anduin, and then come to Cair Andros, or Osgiliath, Saruman had asked them to on orders from Sauron. Apparently a great battle was brewing here. One that could destroy most of Gondor's defences even before the full strength of any of the evil factions was brought to bear.

OOC: back from wales, unexpectedly with a tan?!?!?!?! Whats this about dwarves wearing masks Mini???? that never happens, ever, except for the Khazard Guard, and
a) they were wiped out in Moria defending Balin's tomb
b)even if they do still exist, u cant be telling me that all the 10,000 dwarf soldiers are khazard guard because they are really rare.

OOC: In the Silmarillion it notes that "all of the Dwarves of Belegost wore masks that were horrible to look upon, and these served them in god stead against the Dragon.", so, not just the Khazad Guard wore the masks.

OOC: not if u mind me getting my own back on the animals hehehehehe

Lurtz bent down and ripped the leg off a deer as he went past. The animal had first been blinded, and then lamed, and then killed by the mob of crows that Saruman had sent to aid the elite Uruks. Luckily, no animal could foul a whole river, nor could they destroy the canteens of the Uruks, or their personal packs. Leaving the heavy baggage, the Uruks had slaughtered the orcs while they slept, and taken the gobbets of meat away.

Although the animals had slowed the advance by destroying food, their corpses were now speeding it along. The crows had watched from on high, and whenever thay had seen an animal, they fell on it without mercy, nothing was spared. Anything the crows could not kill were blinded, great bears were found by the Uruks, wandering about the woodland , and then they were killed and eaten.

Ye shall die at my blade beard wearer.The NAzgul retorted and lunged with the sword which was blocked by Dain. You are slow Dewarf, slow and old. My Master has a cloak of dewarf beards, and yours shall become the hood.

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"I think not black spawn, I'll never fall to the likes of ye, spirits and hot air, that is all ye are." Dain riposted, turning his parry into an attack, no living Man could kill the king of the Uliari, but Dain was a Dwarf, and Dwarves were not men, surely that counted for something? "I'll take yer armor and beat it into an anvil for me forge, so I kin pound you for the rest of my life."

Cair Andros
Some of the archers fired on the nasgul, their huge beasts sure to be hit and subdued. Boromir raised his ancient Numenorean blade fighting with the vile undead. The men were frightened by the ringwraiths, but pressed forward, and filled any gaps in the shield wall, cleaving down on the fell orcs.

Osgiliath
The transports bearing the dwarves withdrew across the river, the stout folk being brought to the gate, under the hail of arrows and trebuchet stones provided by the Gondorians.

Mithlond
"There is no word from the Rohirrim. Gondor is beset on all sides, with Haradrim to the south, Mordor and Rhun to the East, and possibly even Isengard to the north. With all due respect, a march on Mordor would be pure folly. Gondor could not muster more than 15,000 men, and it would leave our flanks open to the ravages of Harad and Isengard," Beregond replied.

South Ithilien
The rangers continued firing, although they were taking casualties, they knew they had inflicted far more on the Haradrim, and stuck close to them in the trees, keeping up the hail of flaming arrows.

Northern Gondor
Radagast the Brown sat in a forest clearing, listening to the birds and the beasts of the countryside. His frown deepened as he heard of Uruks marching stealthily upon Gondor. He bade the animals slow the Uruk advance however they could, while he summoned a horse, and set off for Minas Tirith.

Meanwhile, the birds and beasts harrassed the Uruks. They got into their water and food supplies, and fouled them. They changed the looks of the land, leading the company astray.

OOC: I hope no one minds me bringing Radagast into this.

"Harad will be dealt with, Rhun will be dealt with, all you have to worry about is Isengard and Mordor, no one has ever beaten the dwarves when we held the line, and we do not intend to lose now." Gloin was very certain that the Dwarves of Erebor and the Iron Hills could stop any advance by their foes.

OOC: i did say that these Uruks were elite, they are meant to be 7 foot, the rest of the army is normal sized tho. OK i concede the dwarves mask point, sorry

OOC: Okay just wanted to make sure that I wasn't going to being fighting an army of gaint Uruks eventually and thanks for clearing that up.

OOC: i did say that these Uruks were elite, they are meant to be 7 foot, the rest of the army is normal sized tho. OK i concede the dwarves mask point, sorry

OOC: It's ok, most peoople don't know the books as well as I have them memorized, I remember alot, don't feel bad about one little mistake.

OOC: who do u play again?? i carnt remember

IC: Grishnag, captain of captains, bowed low to Saruman. There had been a freaky occurence in one of the spawning pools. The Uruks coming out of it were different. They were red, and stronger and taller than most of the other Uruks. "
They decline the armour we have made, and have ransacked the elite cadres barracks. They have each come out wielding one of the long two-handed swords, yet each carries it as easily as other Uruks carry scimitars. When we tried to take the weapons, they went berserk, they smashed several orcs down and killed them, then ripped them to pieces."

So came about the creation of the "berserkers" as they were to be known ( i dont no if this is how they really came about, but this is how i want them to come about in this rp ok??)

OOC: who do u play again?? i carnt remember

IC: Grishnag, captain of captains, bowed low to Saruman. There had been a freaky occurence in one of the spawning pools. The Uruks coming out of it were different. They were red, and stronger and taller than most of the other Uruks. "
They decline the armour we have made, and have ransacked the elite cadres barracks. They have each come out wielding one of the long two-handed swords, yet each carries it as easily as other Uruks carry scimitars. When we tried to take the weapons, they went berserk, they smashed several orcs down and killed them, then ripped them to pieces."

So came about the creation of the "berserkers" as they were to be known ( i dont no if this is how they really came about, but this is how i want them to come about in this rp ok??)


OOC: I'm Erebor and The Iron Hills, Dwarves, really well armed\armored ones, they had a dragons hoard to loot, what can you expect, I even have a few legendary weapons for the Heroes, like the Black Sword I mentioned, is Gurthang, the sword of Turin Turambar, and I also have Aeglos(Spear of Gil-Galad, lost in the battle of the Last Alliance), gonna give that to an elf, I have the axe of Tuor, Dramborleg, the Dragon-helm of Dor-lómin, the various weapons that are related to Anglachel(Angrist and Anguirel namely), and a few other "legendary items for outfitting the main characters,no fancy armors though, 1 shield I made up, a few new weapons of my own devising, just magic blades of the Elder Days, named weapons with minimal powers, 13 items in total I believe, but it may be more.

Smiling complacent and egotistically, Arnetika spoke to his challenging enemy. "I hath not a worry about your height, dear little bearded man." He spoke soft, as a taunt fresh in the wind. "We shalt see what you can do." And with that murmured, e stood up tall and lank, with his axe unsheathed, as if it were a sword with a long straight blade, and he waited for his challenger to make his move.

Meanwhile, as he waited, his soldiers saw a flaming arrow pulse vibrantly from the tip of the ends of the hill, and sounds of yells were heard from behind it's shadowed faces. "Finish that catapult!" Yelled a familiar, yet angry voice.

"So?" Arnetika asked his foe softly once more, "Shalt we?"

Smiling complacent and egotistically, Arnetika spoke to his challenging enemy. "I hath not a worry about your height, dear little bearded man." He spoke soft, as a taunt fresh in the wind. "We shalt see what you can do." And with that murmured, e stood up tall and lank, with his axe unsheathed, as if it were a sword with a long straight blade, and he waited for his challenger to make his move.

Meanwhile, as he waited, his soldiers saw a flaming arrow pulse vibrantly from the tip of the ends of the hill, and sounds of yells were heard from behind it's shadowed faces. "Finish that catapult!" Yelled a familiar, yet angry voice.

"So?" Arnetika asked his foe softly once more, "Shalt we?"

"Aye, lets." The Dwarf attacked, his black blade clove towards his opponents torso, it would be a killing blow if it connected, armor or no, for this was Anglachel reforged, the iron-cleaving blade Gurthang, used by Turin Turambar to kill the dragon.

Mithlond
"I do not see how Harad can be dealt with so easily, our rangers have slowed them, but they will soon reach the Anduin and be able to cross. Isengard will surely move soon, if they have not already, and ours and the dwarves' forces are already engaged with Rhun and Mordor."

Minas Tirith
Radagast rode into Minas Tirith, he told the regent there of the troubles with Isengard. The warden was worried, he sent carrier pigeons to Mithlond, Osgiliath, and Erebor, saying:

The Uruks are nearing Gondor. They will strike soon. Gondor has no troops left to combat this new menace.

Then Cirdan said in response by bird to Gondor and to the counsel," I will myself lead my 15,000 remaing Elven warriors to the aide of Gondor all how wish to join me may. Today my host will depart to victory or death we march to."

The Dwarf swung at him strongly, yet something had rushed through his mind, a thought that urged him not to block nor embrace the attack. It was not a strategic thing, but instinctual, entirely a feeling from his roots that told not think so less of this dwarf. Acting quickly, Arnetika took the flat side of his axe, and swung it down onto his enemy's blade, hoping it was push the enemy weapon into the ground.

"I think not black spawn, I'll never fall to the likes of ye, spirits and hot air, that is all ye are." Dain riposted, turning his parry into an attack, no living Man could kill the king of the Uliari, but Dain was a Dwarf, and Dwarves were not men, surely that counted for something? "I'll take yer armor and beat it into an anvil for me forge, so I kin pound you for the rest of my life."
It takes a blade of the dead lands of Numanor to slay me, stunted one. Your armour and head shall decorate my palace for your insolence today. Your people shall be little more than slaves. I will not kill you now, but I shall leave ye in agony. In the fastness of Dol Guldur ye shall die, as did ye kinsman. I killed him myself, even if Gandalf made his was in. His rings mine now

Cair Andros
1 by 1 the nuge nazgul beasts fell to the arrows of the gondorians, but when one fell it crushed many men of gondor and a Ringwraith fell from the carnage, leading the Orcs at the Gondorian host. There fine blade cleaving many a gondorian in two.

The crows had killed two of the carrier-birds sent out by Radagast. Only the pigeon to Mithlond got through. Saruman was worried, if he was attacked soon, Orthanc would only be defended by just over 2,000 Uruks, and of course Saruman's own sorcery. He quickly set about getting his orcs that were doing nothing to work. They were to go out and recruit the Wild men of Dunland. He would give them Rohan if they helped him. Luckily the crows had caught and killed the returning message carrier, and now Saruman knew what was coming from Mithlond.

He got his wild men, and orcs to go out and lay mantraps everywhere, they set up trip-wires and pitfalls, anything that would be unnoticed, even by an elf.
Saruman was confident that he could divert the elves away from Orthanc. For now he would just have to keep his armies in check, before he went south to help destroy Gondor.

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Lurtz bounded ahead, he saw another movement, and bulled his shortbow back. He trained it on the area of the movement, and then let fly as he saw another flash of green. The ranger was pitched forward, to fall onto his front with a black fletched arrow sticking out of his back. Lurtz carried on goin, plucking the arrow out of the man's back, before sprinting though to the end of the wood. He looked around quickly, and saw open fields stretching away from him. He saw another five rangers running across this field. None in Gondor could know that the first Uruks had crossed it's borders. He sent out a low whistle, and the other 15 Uruks who had bows ran out of the woods. Each pulled their bows back, and let fly, they had to fire two volleys as they rangers were spread out, yet after the second volley, none of the rangers were still sprinting, the ones left alive turned, to find scimitars flashing down towards them. The first Uruks were in Gondor, and none knew.

OOC: Is it too late, if not, then I will be Woodland Realm/Mirkwood.

OOC: Fine

OOC: It's fine if you killed the messenger bird to Erebor and the one returning from Mithlond, but Osgiliath is no where near Isengard, and so it would be really hard to kill that bird. Lastly, I don't have random rangers wandering around Northern Gondor, and even if I did, I'd prefer if you'd let me RP them. Thanks.

IC: Cair Andros
The Gondorians fled out of the way of the falling fellbeasts, but quickly returned to the battle. Boromir saw the Ringwraith, and blew the horn of Gondor before raising his Numenorean blade.

Minas Tirith
Radagast departed, knowing he could do no more here, but bading the warden try to scrape together what troops he could to fight the oncoming Uruks. Meanwhile, he rode into the mountains, seeking out the Eagles.

The elves went to their ships and sailed forth to the aide of Gondor they would arrive secrelty as they had used elven sorcery to make a few dozen elves look many thousands. The elves would land in western Gondor to avoid the ships of the Corsairs. Before Cirdan left the council he said," Muster your warriors for Rhun and Mordor shall be upon your lands soon."

OOC: sorry about that, but i was bored, and i needed some way to be able to say i had entered Gondor, and i thoght that in these times of need, Gondor woul have border guards, sorry. Arnt the eagles eyrie a playable faction in this rp??

The Ringwraith saw the Steward turn towards him and raised his balde, his fellows, seeing the danger he was in, joined him, killing man or Orc who where in there way. son of Denathor, you are mine they said together,as if by one mind, and attacked, lunging at Boromir from 3 sides, forcing him towards the water.

From ebhind the Steward Orcs attacked, seeing this man of gondor was vanurable.

OOC: It's fine. By now, I doubt anyone is going to play them, but if they do, then I will stop. It's just the kind of thing I think Radagast would do.

IC: Cair Andros
"Surely this is not a fair fight, with all three of you, not counting your cowardly minions, against one man. But then again, that is how Sauron fights. My apologies." Boromir's blade of Numenor sliced across, attempting to cut all three of the ringwraiths, and then continued around to slice into the orcs near him. His men continued fighting, holding their own. A group of archers noticed the orcs near Boromir, and loosed a volley, killing the ones near him, before returning to help the swordsmen.

If you where expecting fair you should have gone to rohan, Steward, The Ringwraiths chanted. The attacked again, two swords clashing into Bormirs sword and trying to knock the long blade down and into the ground, the other ringwraith went for his throat.

Boromir merely smiled, and whirled his sword up, while dodging the move to his throat. His blade came crashing down again, cleaving hopefully through two of the evil beasts.

Meanwhile, five of the best marksmen in the force noticed that Boromir was fighting all three of the Nasgul at once. Overcoming their fear, they launched several volleys of perfectly aimed fire arrows into the ringwraiths.

The finly crafted Nazgul blades blocked Bormirs strioke, driving the blade down into the ground. Seeing the Steward momentarly disadvantged they moved to press home the attack. Seeing the fire arrows approching they pulled themselve, back out of the line of fire.

The battle had moved on as the Orcs slowly gained ground, a regement of Orc archers had arrived and began to return the Gondorian fire. Several saw the Steward in danger and opened fire upon him, there black feathered shafts deadly to Boromir but could not hurt the Ringwraiths.

OOC: My troops are behind a stone wall, you could not gain ground on them.

IC: Boromir's sword whirled out of the Nasgul gridlock once again, blocking one of the arrows, as another missed and one could not penetrate his armour. Seeing the Nasgul fall back, he took advantage of their opening with a feint to the right and left and then a cleaving blow down through all three.

The regiments of archers returned fire, while a few marksmen continued firing fire arrows at the Nasgul.

The horns of the elves of Cirdan and Mithlond sounded as they landed in western Gondor near Dol Amroth. They began to march rallaing all abke bodied men they could and sent them to gather arms and march to Minis Trith. The host of elves would reach the capital of Gondor in a few days of marching.

Saruman cast his gaze into the palantir once more. He asked Sauron for guidance.
Dark Lord Sauron, tell me what you see with your all seeing-eye, are there Elves marching down towards my fortress from Mithlond? What should i do about defences, i am blind for a momnt, my crows are too tired.

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Lutz crouched. He looked around him, scenting the smells on the wind. He could smell blood....man blood, goblin blood, blood he had never smelt, but had been warned would belong to elf or dwarf. He looked right, fairly far away he could see the great city of Minas Tirith. From his left he could see the Anduin, and he could hear the sounds of battle. He motioned his small band, and they turned and ran towards the sounds of battle, silently and using the dead ground and cover. When he could finally see the battle, all he could see was a row of silver armoured men. Standing with their backs to him. Going into another dip in the ground, he bade his Uruks rest for a few minutes, and ready themselves for battle.

OOC: My troops are behind a stone wall, you could not gain ground on them.

IC: Boromir's sword whirled out of the Nasgul gridlock once again, blocking one of the arrows, as another missed and one could not penetrate his armour. Seeing the Nasgul fall back, he took advantage of their opening with a feint to the right and left and then a cleaving blow down through all three.

The regiments of archers returned fire, while a few marksmen continued firing fire arrows at the Nasgul.
OOC: A wall at Cair Andros? Since when?

IC:the sword cleved naught but black robe and got tangle up in them. The man attempted to pull his sword from the black cloth as the nazgul shedded there garments. He was fighting 3 invisable swords now.

The swords sweapt through the air and the nazgul screeched as the drove home there attack on the prince who's weapon was still tangled. He could not black all three at once.

One went for his swordhand, the blade attempting to cut the hand from the body. The other went for his brest and the last for the legs.

The orc archers, being continually renforced carried on pouring over the bridge and opening fire.

OOC: Cair Andros is a ruined fortress, there are walls around. I'm not talking about a castle wall, more of a chest-high wall. Also, Boromir is using a Numenorean blade, you said yourself that Nasgul were hurt by them. If he cut through them enough to slice their cloaks, they would be hit with the blade.

IC: Cair Andros
Boromir's sharp blade cut through the fabric, righting itself in time to block the blow to his chest. The sword to his swordhand was caught on the guard of his sword, while he almost dodged the blow to his legs, getting a cut on them.

The archers continued returning their fire, the other men fighting back with renewed strength.

Osgiliath
One of the rangers, reporting back to Faramir on the fighting at the flank, noticed movement behind a hillock. Checking to see what it was, a crossbow-bolt sprouted from his neck. However, he had not died in vain. He shouted a warning to the archers on the wall, the second rank of whom turned around, their longbows trained on whatever was below the rise. Word was sent for the reserves to either side of that area to come quickly.

OOC2: I know this is a bad time, but unfortunately I have to go away for a week. I'd appreciate it if the fighting against Gondor was put on hold for now. Thanks.

OOC: last post concerning fighting against Gndor for a while

Lurtz got all his men to crouch again. He whirled around to see Grethag reloading his crossbow, and scoring a notch on the stock. He crawled over to him, and lifted him up by the throat. The air was filled by a whistling noise, and lUrtz dropped the Uruk again, before the arrows had got close enough to hit it. Anybody else starts the fight without orders, and they will die next time....got it? Lurtz would now have to wait until darkness to be abe to attack without getting devastated by the arrow fire that would surely pour in the moment any Uruk showed hi face. Lurtz picked up the half throttled Grethag and hurled him at the sid of the hill. Start tunneling maggot, if they start to fire over the hill we'll be dead as a stuck pig Tjhe rest of the Uruks also heard his words, and began to feverishly dig them selves a small hole in the side of the hill.

OC: So am i, see you in a week (well 9 dyas)

Waiting for Mini Miehm, who doesn't seem to have responded ;)

Same here.

Against the Easterling:

The Dwarf had his blade pushed down, but he was prepared for this, binding the axe haft and bringing the iron cleaving blade to bear against thwe wood of the easterlings weapon.

Dain:

"I doubt ye ken this blade, it is Orcrist, Goblin-Cleaver, known also as Biter, it has greater magic than any blade of fallen Numenor, and now I shall show you its power! Aule Entuluva!(day shall come again)" He swung the mighty Elf-Blade, cutting across the ragged cloth that swathed the King of the Nine, seeking a weakness in the spirits dark armor.

Boromir:

20 Dwarves remained behind, outfitted with mighty weapons of legend, a Numenorean axe, a pair of Elven swords, and many ancient blades of legend, including Dramborleg, Aiglos, Anguirel, Ringil, Aranrúth, and many other mighty weapons were counted among the armament of the dwarves who were assigned to guard the Heir of Denethor.

The Dwarves formed a wall at Boromirs back, leaving him free to concentrate on the battle ahead of him, only 2 turned to aid him, a pair of the Coimpanions of Thorin, the youngest of that august company, their blades, Ringil and Anguirel, were brought to bear against the two encroaching Uliari, leaving Boromir with a fair fight.

Thinking quickly, Arnetika spun his axe on it's tilt, smashing it up striaght, and attempted to block the attack, while his left fist protruded from his side, and drew out a long handknife. "Thoust haveth not a strength equal to a captain of the Easterlings, little stout dwarf."

Thinking quickly, Arnetika spun his axe on it's tilt, smashing it up striaght, and attempted to block the attack, while his left fist protruded from his side, and drew out a long handknife. "Thoust haveth not a strength equal to a captain of the Easterlings, little stout dwarf."

"Ye think to frighten me with yer puny knife man? I have Angrist, child of Anglachel, the knife of Iron Cleaving, you have no hope against my armament, man." The knife Angrist is drawn from the dwarfs belt, it is nearly 18 inches long, and blacker than night, it clove the Silmaril from the crown of Melkor, the foe, it was like a smaller sibling of the sword Anglachel, and it was posessed by this seemingly random dwarf, the Easterling had no hope, Anglachel was again rushing towards the weaklings chest, while Angrist was ready to block any blow.

The sword's attack, although he was prepared, was more powerful than he had once thought, and a swift blow and a slab of cold steel had lodged it's way into his chest, as he felt downwards upon his knees, his eyes in surprise, and his men looking at the dwarves, angry expressions on their faces as they watch their beloved captain fall, still gripping his sword.

Meanwhile, a large flaming stream of fire blasted from the frolcisk of the mountain's back, and more cries of Rhunic were heard, but stronger, and mopre clear than Arnetika's.

Arnetika, in pain, still clutched at his blade, his axelike sword, were he said, whispering to his foe; 'Heh. My blindness has sought to curb my knowledge as well. I should have known, of all people to know that such a blade could be in my foes' hands.' He took a deep breath, and blood splashed out between the slits in his armor. 'Ye hear my last words, dying dwarf. Listen to the last advice of a foe, a warrior.'

The sword's attack, although he was prepared, was more powerful than he had once thought, and a swift blow and a slab of cold steel had lodged it's way into his chest, as he felt downwards upon his knees, his eyes in surprise, and his men looking at the dwarves, angry expressions on their faces as they watch their beloved captain fall, still gripping his sword.

Meanwhile, a large flaming stream of fire blasted from the frolcisk of the mountain's back, and more cries of Rhunic were heard, but stronger, and mopre clear than Arnetika's.

Arnetika, in pain, still clutched at his blade, his axelike sword, were he said, whispering to his foe; 'Heh. My blindness has sought to curb my knowledge as well. I should have known, of all people to know that such a blade could be in my foes' hands.' He took a deep breath, and blood splashed out between the slits in his armor. 'Ye hear my last words, dying dwarf. Listen to the last advice of a foe, a warrior.'

"I'll hear ye, ye fought well, even if ye were poorly equipped to fight a Dwarf of the Companions."

'Hmm. Your people, will die, warrior Dwarf. Like mine will too. The world has become soft and complacent, and now warriors like us, people who fight for the end, will die a slow and painful death, and everyone will forget what we battle for. I ask, give me a warrior's death. Kill me in a single blow.' He bowed low, as his men onlooked.

'Hmm. Your people, will die, warrior Dwarf. Like mine will too. The world has become soft and complacent, and now warriors like us, people who fight for the end, will die a slow and painful death, and everyone will forget what we battle for. I ask, give me a warrior's death. Kill me in a single blow.' He bowed low, as his men onlooked.

"Ye're right, we will be forgotten, but that's not why we fight, so tis no loss, go to your rest now, and fight no more." He raises his blade, and brings it crashing down on his opponents neck, he has given the clean death he was asked to deliver, now he leaves, turnng to walk back to Osgilliath and the rest of his people.

Seen from behind the rock faces, Zirrankah stood up in fury, and he yelled loudly, to all his minions, to get ready, as he gripped his sword angrily. Another rock of fire flashed forth from behind the mountain.

The Dwarf walked off, he had given the fighter his last wish, now it was time to leave.

Dain:

"I doubt ye ken this blade, it is Orcrist, Goblin-Cleaver, known also as Biter, it has greater magic than any blade of fallen Numenor, and now I shall show you its power! Aule Entuluva!(day shall come again)" He swung the mighty Elf-Blade, cutting across the ragged cloth that swathed the King of the Nine, seeking a weakness in the spirits dark armor.
The king stepped back from the swing, letting it pass in front of him and laughed as he stabbed his long blade forward. Now for your death, Dewarf and your blade shall be a trophy of Souron.

The Dwarves formed a wall at Boromirs back, leaving him free to concentrate on the battle ahead of him, only 2 turned to aid him, a pair of the Coimpanions of Thorin, the youngest of that august company, their blades, Ringil and Anguirel, were brought to bear against the two encroaching Uliari, leaving Boromir with a fair fight.
OOC: all those blades! Are you sure about that?

IC: The two ringwraiths turned to coutner this threat, avoiding there enermys attacking with incredable ease before surging forward to attack once more. Ever seaching for a hold in the enermys defences. They would not tire unlike the dewarves.

The king stepped back from the swing, letting it pass in front of him and laughed as he stabbed his long blade forward. Now for your death, Dewarf and your blade shall be a trophy of Souron.

The blade clattered off of his mail, creasing it, and parting a few links, but leaving him unhurt, but for a few bruises, and he hit back, his blade shrieking through the air, this time it came for a leg, and the wringwraith could not possibly avoid it in time.

OOC: all those blades! Are you sure about that?

IC: The two ringwraiths turned to coutner this threat, avoiding there enermys attacking with incredable ease before surging forward to attack once more. Ever seaching for a hold in the enermys defences. They would not tire unlike the dewarves.

The Dwarves parried the blows of the wringwraiths, Anguirel and Ringil shivering and shrieking in the air of the battlefield, the inhuman screech of iron on other, less identifiable metals, was a thing that had to be heard beforee it could be understood, and the terror of that sound was greater than the Nazgul-fear, at least they understood the Nazgul!

The blade clattered off of his mail, creasing it, and parting a few links, but leaving him unhurt, but for a few bruises, and he hit back, his blade shrieking through the air, this time it came for a leg, and the wringwraith could not possibly avoid it in time.
The Wraith jumped, loing some of his cape to the blade, it landed heavley and pulled back, pulling out a long mace from the deapths of the cloke. It whirled the mace around it's head and then whiped it towards the dewarf at killing speed.

The Dwarves parried the blows of the wringwraiths, Anguirel and Ringil shivering and shrieking in the air of the battlefield, the inhuman screech of iron on other, less identifiable metals, was a thing that had to be heard beforee it could be understood, and the terror of that sound was greater than the Nazgul-fear, at least they understood the Nazgul!
The baldes crackled together, and then withdrew again, the nazgul began to circle the dewarves, planning to out manouver them.

The Wraith jumped, loing some of his cape to the blade, it landed heavley and pulled back, pulling out a long mace from the deapths of the cloke. It whirled the mace around it's head and then whiped it towards the dewarf at killing speed.

"Ye'll not get me so easily, you bag of stinkin air, I'm tougher than ye think."

He dodged the mace, barely avoiding the whistling ball, then he leapt forward on the backswing, attacking with renewed ferocity against the foolish windbag that sought to kill the dwarf.

The baldes crackled together, and then withdrew again, the nazgul began to circle the dewarves, planning to out manouver them.

The dwarves circled in the opposite direction, closing with the uliari that were their foes, the left one sprung forward to attack, while the right one stayed back to cover his friend.

OOC: We've made it to 200, keep it up boys, lets make it to at least 3-4.

"I want this city destroyed to the ground. Nothing more." Zirrankah ordered his engineers, running with a mad frantic around the field. "If casualties get too high, then we will retreat." He told them, as another flaming trail of stone smashed with force towards Osgiliath.

"I want this city destroyed to the ground. Nothing more." Zirrankah ordered his engineers, running with a mad frantic around the field. "If casualties get too high, then we will retreat." He told them, as another flaming trail of stone smashed with force towards Osgiliath.

The dwarves had finally erected their catapults, now they returned fire, lobbing massive stone blocks back at the Easterling lines.

"Avoid the fire, men." He ordered, as the Easterling engineers and the troops sped out of the way of the lumbering firefight. four blocks had smashed two catapults magnificently, as shards of splintered wood burst into many fragments and plunged into the rough but still thin skin of the Easterlings, although not killing any, it did give many such pain.

"Ye'll not get me so easily, you bag of stinkin air, I'm tougher than ye think."

He dodged the mace, barely avoiding the whistling ball, then he leapt forward on the backswing, attacking with renewed ferocity against the foolish windbag that sought to kill the dwarf.
However you shall still die, dewarf, weather from age or me. I shall not. You should join my masters forces dewarf, you and your kin, he would give you your rings back once more. The Nazgul said this while retreating from the dewarf, still swinging his mace around and launching it forwards.

The dwarves circled in the opposite direction, closing with the uliari that were their foes, the left one sprung forward to attack, while the right one stayed back to cover his friend.

OOC: We've made it to 200, keep it up boys, lets make it to at least 3-4.
Both the Ringwraiths attacked together, to blades homing in on the dewarf,one blocking his blow, the other going for the throat. His blade was tipped with a poison that, if absorbed throug even a nick, would slowly turn the dewarf into one of the 9.

However you shall still die, dewarf, weather from age or me. I shall not. You should join my masters forces dewarf, you and your kin, he would give you your rings back once more. The Nazgul said this while retreating from the dewarf, still swinging his mace around and launching it forwards.

"I've no desire to live forever, ye'd reduce me to no more than a wiff of putresence on the breeze, and I'll not have it."

This time he blocked the blow, there was little chance of the wraith being able to wrench his blade from his hands.

Both the Ringwraiths attacked together, to blades homing in on the dewarf,one blocking his blow, the other going for the throat. His blade was tipped with a poison that, if absorbed throug even a nick, would slowly turn the dewarf into one of the 9.

The second dwarf parried the blow, bindig his enemies weapon and trying to disarm him, while the first didn't even flinch, he simply attacked again, a cut across the torso, followed by an attack at the legs, one would hgave to hit, and then the wraith would be in sad shape indeed.

"I've no desire to live forever, ye'd reduce me to no more than a wiff of putresence on the breeze, and I'll not have it."

This time he blocked the blow, there was little chance of the wraith being able to wrench his blade from his hands.
The Wraith backed off, Dewarf, you cannot slay me, nor can your kin, surrender or die.He attacked with veniom, slashing and hacking to try and break the dewarfs defences.

The second dwarf parried the blow, bindig his enemies weapon and trying to disarm him, while the first didn't even flinch, he simply attacked again, a cut across the torso, followed by an attack at the legs, one would hgave to hit, and then the wraith would be in sad shape indeed.
The wraith avoided the strike to the torso and let the axe blade clatter against his leg armour. Then he attcked while his opponants weapon was down, slashing down upon the helmeted head-a stroke that would cleve the helmet in two.

Cair Andros
Boromir was grateful for the help of the dwarves, and attacked with renewed vigour. His blade feinted a strike to the head, and then, shining with a fell light, cleaved into the nasgul's torso.

The Wraith backed off, Dewarf, you cannot slay me, nor can your kin, surrender or die.He attacked with veniom, slashing and hacking to try and break the dewarfs defences.

OOC: A dwarf could theoretically kill a ringwraith, since he is not a man in the truest sense of the word.

"I slay who I please, and slaying you will please me greatly."

Each blow was parried, though it was becoming harder to stop the wild strikes of the wraith,so he turned the tables, on the last strike he bound the wraiths blade, and then riposted, bringing his ancient blade against the armor of the uliari that was his foe.

The wraith avoided the strike to the torso and let the axe blade clatter against his leg armour. Then he attcked while his opponants weapon was down, slashing down upon the helmeted head-a stroke that would cleve the helmet in two.

The attack was impressive, but all too easy to block, the sword of the second dwarf parried the blow, while the first attacked, they fought as a team, while the wraiths fought as a pair of individuals, the wraiths had no chance.

Cair Andros
Boromir was grateful for the help of the dwarves, and attacked with renewed vigour. His blade feinted a strike to the head, and then, shining with a fell light, cleaved into the nasgul's torso.
The Nazgul laughed and stepped back, letting the blade pass through his robe, cleving naught but cloke before driving his swords forward and lashing out with his foot into Boromirs crotch.

OOC: A dwarf could theoretically kill a ringwraith, since he is not a man in the truest sense of the word.

"I slay who I please, and slaying you will please me greatly."

Each blow was parried, though it was becoming harder to stop the wild strikes of the wraith,so he turned the tables, on the last strike he bound the wraiths blade, and then riposted, bringing his ancient blade against the armor of the uliari that was his foe.
OOC: Yes, it's called intimidation
IC: The wraith pulled his dagger out a caught the strike on the hilt, which was bent but not broken, this caused the blade to reboud upwards and away. The nazgul then drove the knife at the dewarfs uprotected throat, the blade hitting the armour with lighting speed, surly it would cut the throat in two.

The attack was impressive, but all too easy to block, the sword of the second dwarf parried the blow, while the first attacked, they fought as a team, while the wraiths fought as a pair of individuals, the wraiths had no chance.
OOC: Isn't the second dewarf fighting the other wraith?

The elves sounded there entrance with their horns and then came to the gates of Minia Tirith asking permission to enter.

Okay I am chosing to be Dale which I presume is the men town just south of the Lonely Mt.? I am wishing to improve the relationship between us and Erober by exchanging craftmen and metalsmith. Also I would like you to telegram me some of the world events please.

Rights lads, now you can start firing at them men, then you reload in the holes we just dug. That way we have cover and they're gonna die like the maggits that they are. Sorted?

The first Uruk popped up and, loosed his crossbow towards the Gondorians. He then hurried back into his hole to reload. The next did the same. Lurtz went out, crawling across the bottom of the dip, and fired 2 arrows off his bow at the same time, then upping \and walking leisurly back to his hole in the side of the hill, daring any Gondorians to shoot him. They would keep this up until dark, then they would attack.

OOc: A bit strange how the dwarves seem to be immensly good against guys that are amazing fighters you know.

OOC: Yes, it's called intimidation
IC: The wraith pulled his dagger out a caught the strike on the hilt, which was bent but not broken, this caused the blade to reboud upwards and away. The nazgul then drove the knife at the dewarfs uprotected throat, the blade hitting the armour with lighting speed, surly it would cut the throat in two.

OOC: Bent knife, cleave mithril? I doubt it.

I feel sorry for you, you'll need to A: use the mace to kill him, or B: keep hitting him until you break a few bones.

IC:

The knife creased the mail, parting a few links, but not giving him more than a nasty bruise, it was mithril, toughest armor on the whole of Middle-Earth, no blade was truly effective against it, many could still damage the person beneath in the armor, but few could part the armor to actually cut them. Dain reeturned the favor, attacking viciously, he was getting rather battered, but he was a Dwarf, not like a few bruises would stop him.

OOC: Isn't the second dewarf fighting the other wraith?



OOC: When the two wraiths attacked one dwarf that gave the second an opening, when the second attacked, and they attacked him, that gave the first an opening, it's a rather common tactic to keep the enemy on their toes.

OOc: A bit strange how the dwarves seem to be immensly good against guys that are amazing fighters you know. Well Zombie-dude, they are hero-dwarvews, not just basic footsoldiers.(I'll give you the scalew I use for gaguing characters ability to fight\magic etc. if you like.)

OOC: Have you any idea how much 2 coats of Mythril would cost, or how little there is of the metal? 1 coat okay, 2 maybe but 3-impossable!

OOC: Aust, this is Erebor. If Bilbo found a suit a mithril small enough for himself, the treasure of the dragon would surely contain many more. I would guess at least five.

IC: Cair Andros
Boromir ducked, the nasgul's blades slicing above his head, while his blade slashed down at the nasgul's exposed leg, kicking towards him. There was no way the nasgul could avoid the blow.

Minas Tirith
The people of Minas Tirith welcomed the elves with open arms. Esgalath, Captain of the Tower Guard, and in charge until the steward returned, told the elves the news from Gondor. "At Osgiliath, a large force waits across the river, while we are assaulted in the rear by Uruk-Hai from Isengard. In the north, at Cair Andros, my lord Steward is beset by three nasgul and many orcs. Whatever soldiers you can spare, they are needed at both fronts."

Osgiliath
Since the orcs were not attacking, the archers opposite the Uruk-Hai turned around, using the crenellations of the wall as cover while they fired volleys of arrows into the minions of Saruman. Meanwhile. many trebuchets began targeting their stones on the pits the Uruk-Hai had dug, huge chunks of masonry whistling through the air.

OOC: btw caladonn you can't see the holes, there's a hill with a dip beside it, and ive dug into the side of the hill on the other side to you because i wanted some cover from arrows possibly coming over the top. These are my best and I don't really want to lose them to trebuchet, rather to close combat. Plus do you know just how hard it would be to turn a trebuchet all the way around, because that is what many of them would have to do

OOC: Good point,

IC: The Nazgul felt the balde smash into his shin armour and rebound off, he changed his lags flight and pulled it upwards smashing into boromirs ducking head, jarring him backwards.

Cirdan responded to this news readily and said," We shall march to the aide of Osgiliath and also to better fority and protect this city we shall leave three thousand of our warriors here with your consent."

OOC: The soldiers saw Lurtz disappear behind a hill, so then they targeted the hill with Trebuchets. It's just the natural thing to do.

It's true they take a while to turn around, however some of these weren't turned toward the river anyway, and all are positioned on special trebuchet mounts in towers, meaning they can turn around much more easily.

IC: Minas Tirith
"Good, make haste to Osgiliath. But may I suggest to you, do not leave soldiers here, send them to Cair Andros to help fight."

Cair Andros
Boromir brought his blade up at the Nasgul, forcing it upwards. The sigils on the Numenorean steel glowed brightly, it was possible the Nasgul's weapon would break.

OOC: The Dwarves stood around with their tumbs up their butts, waiting for the Nazgul to move... :p

OOC: fair enuff

IC: Lurtz chuckled as another chunk of rock landed with a thud in front of his hole. The men could not see properly, and they were just firing blindly over the hill. The men would not figure out that the Uruks were actually in the hill, and not behind it. Lurtz was still chuckling when a crow landed on his shoulder. He took the message off the leg of it.

Lurtz, elves have come down behind you. It is a large force that will cause a lot of trouble for you if it catches you unprepared. Hide or be ready to fight

Saruman

Thinking quickly, Lurtz came up with a plan

"Right Ladz, get urselfs handling those big rocks. I want a half decent wall here, if we're gonna be caught by some pointy eared weaklings, then I want some defences ALRIGHT get to it!!"


*****

Saruman surveyed his army. Finally it was ready, ten-thousand armoured and armed Uruk-Hai were ready to go to battle, and they were loyal only to him. He would lead them, and then Lurtz would take command of the army when the two forces linked up.

On a black horse (I know he doesn't have a black horse, but i need some transporyt for him, and a white horse would be too gandalf-esque) he led the army of Isengard out towards Gondor, where they would catch the forces of Gondor unprepared and unready for an attack from the direction of their allies, Rohan.

Cair Andros
Boromir brought his blade up at the Nasgul, forcing it upwards. The sigils on the Numenorean steel glowed brightly, it was possible the Nasgul's weapon would break.
Possable but not likley, the nazgul whipped his blade out of Boromirs blades flightpath and let it swing up past his head, knowing the man would sweep it down again he stepped backwars and drew out his mace, the other Nazgul did the same. The three stepped back and began whiling the chain around and around, a single blow would kill a man, or dewarf.

Possable but not likley, the nazgul whipped his blade out of Boromirs blades flightpath and let it swing up past his head, knowing the man would sweep it down again he stepped backwars and drew out his mace, the other Nazgul did the same. The three stepped back and began whiling the chain around and around, a single blow would kill a man, or dewarf.


A single blow could kill a Dwarf, true, but that blow had to hit, and while the chains were gathering momentum they struck, the twin blades Ringil and Anguirel lashed out and up, driving at the heads of the Nazgul that the two Dwarves faced.

A single blow could kill a Dwarf, true, but that blow had to hit, and while the chains were gathering momentum they struck, the twin blades Ringil and Anguirel lashed out and up, driving at the heads of the Nazgul that the two Dwarves faced.
The Nazgul mearly laughed and stepped back, content to give ground before attacking with there superior range.

The Nazgul mearly laughed and stepped back, content to give ground before attacking with there superior range.

One blow struck, glancing, shattering an arm, but leaving the dawrf alive, the other went high, the dwarf didn't even have to duck the attack, and he charged in again under the whirling chain, driving the Nazgul back the entire time.

One blow struck, glancing, shattering an arm, but leaving the dawrf alive, the other went high, the dwarf didn't even have to duck the attack, and he charged in again under the whirling chain, driving the Nazgul back the entire time.
The Nazgul was content to give ground, attacking the whole time.

The Nazgul was content to give ground, attacking the whole time.

The Dwarf dodged again and again, avoiding most every strike, though one hit his shield, and shattered it, while another broke his arm, he still keprt p the attack, if he could get that chain aroun his blade he could sever it and maybe survive this fight.

The dewarf was wounded, the NAzgul could see that and the Nazgul could see the danger. The dewarf had npoa rms left to carry a sword in, and his seild wa sshattered (One shattered arm, plus one broken=no arms.) The Nazgul drew his sword and moved in for the kill.

Osgiliath
The Gondorians, seeing the Uruks begin building defenses, targeted the Uruks they could see.

Cair Andros
As Boromir's Dwarven allies were dealt blows, Boromir drew two knives of Numenorean make from his boot, all the while keeping up his sword to deflect the retreating Nasguls' blows. He then threw them at the Nasgul he was fighting, one at each side of him, even if he dodged they would hit his companions.

The nazgul let therem hit unseen armour that covered his cheast and continued fighting as he had before.

I know it's late but I've just got back from holiday, and I'll be Lorien please.

Is anyone here going to get LOTR: the battle for middle-earth II next year?
also i know a site where for the fun of it you can learn elvish phrases, weapon inscriptions and names!
www.arwen-undomiel.com check it out!

OOC: 'kay blessed Chris, Jasovania this is a RP thread.

Lothlorien: By virtue of her prescience, Galadriel discerns the presence of the Uruk Hai in Osgiliath, and wary of the intentions of Saruman relating to the elves, she and Celeborn ordain that the host of Lothlorien be mustered. Entrusting the defence of the realm to Haldir and the other assorted elven waywatchers, Galadriel and Celeborn depart towards Osgiliath at the head of some 1000 elves in the full panoply of an elven host.

"damn yur hides yous Idiots" Yelled Lurtz as two of his Uruks on the right were smacked by a large trebuchet stone. " Stop getting hit ladz, there's elves to fight, soon, they're gonna kill us all, or die alright? Now it's getting drark, but I want ten Uruk shifts..... 90 Uruks inside holes, 10 working out here, GOT IT?"

This way the Uruks managed to attempt to keep their own casualties down, and carry on building the wall.

Soon it was almost pitch dark, and Lurtz crawled up the side of the hill. He could see a human fighting against black robed enemies, and further up a couple of dwarves helping him. Lurtz smiled to himself and selected an arrow from his quiver. He quickly aimed at the small of the humans back. At this range, if he hit, the arrow would punch straight through any armour, except perhaps the finest mithril, and that was not what the human wore.

"Fire the catapults!" Zirrankah commanded, as the flaming torchlike emanances of the trebuchets flung stone after stone of flame onto the city of Osgiliath, the Easterling forces under his apt command waiting patiently, preparing for their time to strike.

As the assembled elven host approached Osgiliath by routes unknown to the enemy, Galadriel ordered waywatchers to scry the land between them and Osgiliath in preparation for their assualt. As they proceeded in her orders, the elven captain in command observed a patrol of wargs, and ordered his archers to conceal themselves amongst the rocky landscape. The wargs approached, ignorant of their impending deaths, and at the call of their chieftan, slowed to walking pace. It was now that the captain, aware of the hast that drove his mistress, gesticulated for his archers to fire. The volley scythed into the patrol, felling both warg and rider indiscriminately, and before the survivors were able to rally and profer any form of resistance, a further volley was loosed, which saw to the survivors.The corpses were left to lie, so that their fate may be indicative of the potency of the firstborn of eru, such creatures not considered worthy of burial.

As the captain concluded affairs, he scanned the horizon, and his keen vision fell upon a pyre of smoke rising inexorably from a dark morass to the south, he smiled wryly in anticipation of what woul proceed. They had reached Osgiliath.

OOC: Zombies hehehe, Boromir is fighting in Cair Andros, which is very far away from Osgiliath, and even if he was there, he'd be behind thousands of Gondorian soldiers.

IC: As the stones of the Rhun fell on Osgiliath, the men lept for cover, and the trebuchets roared out in answer, leaving only a few to batter the Uruks. The flaming masonry of Osgiliath, dipped in tar before it was flung into the sky, plunged down on the ascertained area of the Rhunic forces.

In a frantic cry, a desperate gleam, as they shrieked in terror and yelp, many of the Easterlings in vain tried to regain the tall, massive trebuchets from destruction, as the dark stone tarred rocks leapt magnificently, and fell down upon them. "Leave the trebuchets. Our lives are more important for the final invasion."

Zirrankah ordered his faintively scared engineers, as they ran from the trebuchets behind the thick dark end of the mountainside. The great rasping explosion splattered, and splinters flung into the air, gouging many soldiers nearby, and although none felt the swift call of death, they did suffer many minor inconveniences.

"If they're not in your eye, you have no need to complain." Zirrankah told his forces, pulling out a wooden sliver from his ear. "We will retaliate. Fire the remaining trebuchets!"

Far off apart, the trebuchets that were left flung once more into the raging battle, stone enflamed ripping their way into the sky, and ready to drop on the tenacious enemy.

The dewarf was wounded, the NAzgul could see that and the Nazgul could see the danger. The dewarf had npoa rms left to carry a sword in, and his seild wa sshattered (One shattered arm, plus one broken=no arms.) The Nazgul drew his sword and moved in for the kill.

OOC: Good reasoning, bad choice.

IC:

The Dwarf was beyond pain now, and he still had one weapon left, Angrist, the iron cleaving knife that took the Silmaril from the Crown of the Enemy, it was more than a match for the armor of a Nazgul that got too close.

The elves marche in full force to Osiglath and rounded up the surving elves they had sent and then prepared for the assualt, but to better cordinate the assault they sent an messanger before they entered the city bearing this message:
"I, Cirdan lord of the Grey Havens have brought you an renewed host of 15,000 elven warriors where do you wish us to go in order to help win this battle?"

OOC: Good reasoning, bad choice.

IC:

The Dwarf was beyond pain now, and he still had one weapon left, Angrist, the iron cleaving knife that took the Silmaril from the Crown of the Enemy, it was more than a match for the armor of a Nazgul that got too close.
OOC: Your going to kcik me to death? besides I still ahve a really long sword.