(Con't From Part 2)
Fast Fearnflor doesn't fail her rider, who is counting now on her
to bring him out of danger. Yet the hammer still reaches Xatra's
gauntleted arm. From the distance one can see it waver, through
the trickle of blood not seen, it can be well guessed upon. Yet
the sword doesn't leave his arm, the muscles tight with the
energy of survival and determination of the degree oblivious to
the pain in the cut wound. Rising in the saddle, Xatra turns
around, carried by his horse to a distance to get a good view of
the field.
An eerie darkness envelops you as the sun makes its final
descent. Watchful eyes seem to follow your every step.
Hector pulls ahead of the handful of riders at hand, his face a
Another lone black figure moves abut the treeline. His movements
are slow and steady, but yet he does not charge. The cloak which
clothes him dances in the shadows, pulling the figure in and out
of the darkness. He still does not charge... but then, slowly he
begins to move. His right arm reaches behind his back and pulls
forth a long thin rod. He then pulls forth a smaller thin rod
which is now held in the other hand. But wait, he holds his right
arm out in front of him, pulling back his left arm. And then,
after a quick jolt, he is motionless again.
Dungarr unstraps the black Uruk bow "Albaihosh" from his back and
raises it to his chest pulling back the string and cocking an
arrow to it.
Dungarr launches an arrow...
Dungarr's bowshot hits Kylier, lightly wounding him.
Eloric wheels his horse around to help the wounded Therian. His
spear lowers as he charges to try to drive Croagh away from the
wounded rider.
Therian manages to pull his spear back to his side, but it does
little good to ward off the attack of Croagh. The orc's blade
slams into his side, slicing through his armor and causing a
sizable gash. The force of the blow is enough to send Therian
flying from Celwyn's back, and he lands with a thud on the ground
several feet away from the orc. He is dazed for a few moments,
but he somehow manages to get to his feet and turn towards the
orc, though he is in no kind of position to mount any sort of
attack against Croagh.
Hector attacks Ugluk with his Spear, but Ugluk parries the attack
with his Greatsword!
Muuk raises his hammer high above his head as he hears the words
of the dark uruk-hai. A loud squealing, grunting noise comes from
the orc captain, the only intelligible words being, "Fer da Black
Dragon Kingdom!" He taunts Xatra as he puts some distance between
himself and the orc, "Dats right! Git outta here! I take yer head
another day!" With that, he looks around at his companions
assessing the field to see if he is needed anywhere, in
particular keeping an eye on the dark uruk-hai who appears to be
leading the group.
Kylier grimaces as an arrow strikes him in the shoulder by an
unseen foe. his shield arm is held low and he staggers forward
and brings his glistening blade to bear at the coward orc. He
runs at the bow creature and in a blind rage swings the sword.
Scelvarane notices immediately the sudden lightening of his load
and turns, hooves reeking havoc, driving the hated and fearful
orcs from him. Farlen rolls over onto his back, untangling his
arm from a shield strap. The orc is upon him again and he has no
time to stand, but backpedals, using his elbows and the heels of
his boots. The blade comes down nevertheless, chopping into the
armor on his thigh and crouching it, blood seeping out from under
the armor. Still on his rear, all Farlen can do is jab the butt
of his spear in the ground with the point jutting out and
forward, in vague hopes of impaling the orc as she rushes and
swings, this done even as the sword comes down and cuts into his
flesh. His shield he flings upward as well, trying to fend off
other attacks......behind Raktura the rider can just see his
horse rushing towards them, in what looks like an attempt to ram
the she-orc in the back with his deep chest...
Farlen attacks you with his Spear!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for 5 hp's by Farlen's attack...
...you have 72 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.
Croagh stands his ground and awaits the charging, Eloric. Sweat
drips from his forehead and the ends of his pointy nose and hairy
chin. His slanted, yellow eyes look tired, but he fights on. He
bends down and then explodes forward and is able to deflect the
spear again with his shield. The Orc turns and slashes at the
backside of the armorless horse.
Ugluk looses a howl, and brings the massive blade back behind his
head as he rushes forward at the horseman. As the speartip is
lowered, the giant Uruk-hai warrior turns to his right slightly,
grasping this sword now with both hands. Then, as the opponent is
met, he brings the blade forward with both hands in a swift
downward arc.
The great blade knocks the spear harmless away, and downward. As
it does, Ugluk continues the spin, this time launching the blade
from its lower position diagonally upward and at Hectors spear
arm!
Kylier gains the side of the arrow wielding foe, he screams
loudly as he brings his sword from his side and swings at the
foul creature. Striking down one orc that has gotten in his way,
he continues onwards.
Eloric's horse cries ad bounds forward as the weapon cuts
painfully into his rear flank. The sudden leap of the pained
horse causes Eloric to be almost thrown from his saddle, only his
boot saves him.
Ugluk attacks Hector with his Greatsword, but he misses by a
handspan.
And the view opened before Xatra's eyes is not a rosy one. Even
though retaining the advantage of mobility, the riders are no
longer poised to halt the Muuk's band's advance into the forest,
with all the sudden help they get from the gloomy forestland.
Cursing under his breath, Xatra casts a hateful glance onto the
forest, remaining solemn in the defiance of the fight raging on
at its very border. His hand reaches for the horn yet again, but
this time to sound the retreat... "We'll get to you yet..." he
adds after the clear sounds shakes the air.
As he hangs on with a weakened arm and one foot.
The small group of Ethians no longer hammer the rear of the orc
band, but instead are cut up into pockets of two or three,
fighting back the way they came. The horn call tells them what
they can see. With no officer to rally to, not even the rider
that led them on their foray, the men of the Westfold redouble
their effort, slashing and thrusting, horses rearing, trumpeting,
screaming, fighting to break free of the foe..
The well trained Chieftain smiles as the Rohirrim Kylier
continues on his journey towards him. A slight grin passes over
his deep black lips. He raises his arms again, knocking another
arrow as the man rushes him. He waits however, dropping to one
knee. His round red eyes now thin and take aim. His left arm
retracts, hold for a moment, and then...
Therian watches as another rider charges in to distract the large
uruk-hai from moving in to attack the fallen rider on foot. He
takes advantage of the moment and calls to Celwyn who stood by
after his rider was tossed aside. The horse moves quickly over
and Therian grabs the saddle and manages to pull himself up.
Being in no condition to attack further, the wound at his side
burning as blood seeps through his armor, he tugs on the reigns
and Celwyn starts to move. As he gains speed, he guides his horse
to pass very near to Croagh in hopes to give Eloric also a window
to flee, though Therian mounts no attack upon the orc as he rides
past, increasing speed and heading away from the battle.
Dungarr launches an arrow...
Dungarr's bowshot hits Kylier, moderately wounding him.
Eloric regains some control over his wounded horse and is able to
guide him in an arch away from the large Croagh. Seeing Therian
now remounted he spurs the limping horse after him and away from
the battle.
Muuk, confident that the dark leader has things well in hand and
turns his attention to the uruks scattered by the skirmish. Not
being close enough to any of the riders to swing, the captain
concentrates on getting the orcs near him back to some degree of
organization. Looking off in the direction of Xatra, he sneers
and mutters more to himself than anyone else, "Ya will get me
hammer in yer head... dats what ya get"
Again her sword bites into the flesh of the hated whiteskin, his
pain evident in his face, makes Raktura’s soul sing out in
glorious victory. A sting upon her side brings her senses back
into reality as she finds the spear piercing her flesh once
again, this time finding the weakness in her armor just below her
shield arm. She grimaces as she shrugs herself free of it, only
to become aware of the charging horse as she steps to one side
slightly. She scurries to move aside placing the horse between
her and her prey. She swats the horse on the rear with the flat
of her blade then shoulders it out of her way careful of the
fiercum hooves, she growls, "Be gone beast!" Feet planted firmly
now the horse is muscled out of Rakturas way by a couple other
nearby Orcs allowing for Raktura to resume her pursuit against
the whiteskin Farlen. She rushes at him sword slicing downward
again as he attempts to gain his footing, she aims for his legs
hoping to cripple him while he remains vulnerable.
You attack Farlen with your Short Broadsword...
Farlen dodges your attack.
Hector seems stunned by the impact of his blow upon the great
beasts blade. His momentum carries him past barely avoiding the
huge black blade as his riding skills and bare luck keep the man
mounted. Reigning Dunbane about the rider remains a few paces
back, sizing up his opponent. The look in his eyes is not one of
great confidence, yet his face remains passive. Coming in with a
testing blow at Ugluk's shoulders, Hector's spear lances out.
Kylier continues his reckless charge, arrow ripped from his arm
and glares at those that leave the battle ground....Another arrow
strikes him. But as it sticks out from his thigh he fights on,
charging the one who unleashes such foul things. He brings up his
sword to attack him, a faint before thrusting at him.
Hector attacks Ugluk with his Spear, but he misses by a mile.
Kylier attacks Dungarr with his Longsword and lightly wounds him!
Dungarr's bow is knocked out of his hand!
Croagh nearly jumps as Therian almost runs over him in his flee
from battle. He tries to make a quick swipe at the departing
Strawhead, but his mount is traveling way too fast. He tries to
hurry up and finish the other rider off, but he is too late and
that forgoil flees as well. The wounded and exhausted Orc pauses
and searches the battlefield..
Eloric guides his wounded horse back to rejoin near Xatra. Anger
and concern clearly showing in his eyes as he jumps down and
moves to attend the animal.
Therian continues to guide Celwyn even to the edge of the melee,
and as the horse knocks another orc aside he breaks free of the
masses and strides forward in a sudden outburst of speed, going
at a full ride to the southeast in the direction of the camp.
Once safely out of the range of battle, Therian slows his mount
and turns to look upon the battle and perhaps see how his fellow
riders fare. He has to hold the reigns firmly, though, to prevent
from losing his balance, as he is still slightly dizzy from the
attack of the orc.
....Instead of neighing and running off however, Scelvarane
stubbornly plants his front hooves in the earth, his bulk only
bumped slightly by the other orcs. With a fierce trumpet his back
hooves kick out, worrying not about throwing his rider, as his
rider lies desperate on the ground. This horse of the Riddermark
has not taken kindly to being shoved about...
Farlen meanwhile has scrambled to his feet, hammering his shield
into one orc and catching a blow intended for his head with his
spear. Breathing heavily from the exertion, the rider darts the
last couple of feet to his horse's side, using the eight feet of
reach of his longspear to jab out at Raktura's side as he moves
to try to regain the saddle..
Farlen attacks you with his Spear!...
...and he misses!
Therian quickly and easily hops up on Celwyn and takes the reins.
Therian grabs Celwyn's reins.
Celwyn, bearing Therian paws the ground lightly with one of his
front hooves.
Ugluk pulls his sword back swiftly, holding it out before him as
his foe turns and charges once again. As the spear is readied
once again, the crimson orbs that defy the blackness of his mask
remain refixed on Hector. Then, as the blow is delivered, the
Uruk-hai moves back and to his left, allowing the speartip to
pass though nothing but the night shadows.
The counter-attack is swift. Ugluk quickly draws the greatsword
back with both hands. Then with a quick lunge forward, the dark
one sends the massive blade thrusting toward Hector's stomach. As
the attack is delivered, a dark voice booms hauntingly from
behind the dark visor, "Taste the cold bite of Blacksteel!"
Ugluk attacks Hector with his Greatsword and badly wounds him!
Raktura easily side steps the feeble efforts of the wounded
whiteskin. She sees that she's warring him down and notes his
attempt to gain ground to climb aboard his mount. Knowing that if
this whiteskin finds his way upon the back of the beast, she will
loose her advantage. She rushes in, pressing her attack against
the whiteskin, determined not to allow him to gain freedom from
her grasp so easily. She again aims for his legs hoping to slow
his efforts.
You attack Farlen with your Short Broadsword...
Farlen dodges your attack.
Croagh is left alone for a few seconds, the nearest fighting is
twenty or so yards away. He silently flees the battle, heading
into the dark forest to the west, hampered somewhat by the heavy
armor and with his fair share of nasty stab wounds.
His fist raised high into the air, darkening as the night claims
the land, Xatra spits out the words of vengeance, "We'll yet
meet, vermin!" Another horn call, clear and solemn, leaves his
horn to warn those riders who are still fighting into a retreat.
Xatra swings his leg over Fearnflor's back who leans to counterbalance.
Xatra grabs Fearnflor's reins.
Fearnflor, bearing Xatra snorts at Scelvarane curiously.
Hector grunts as the blade slices across his stomach, parting the
mail as though it were paper. Blood begins to run out freely from
the wound. Still the rider's expression changes not a whit, save
for a widening of his eyes that would portray deep pain in most
men. As the riders make their escape, Hector begins to back his
mount away attempting a rear guard action and still managing a
stab to keep his enemy at bay.
Hector attacks Ugluk with his Spear, but he misses by an arm's
length.
Farlen knows where his advantage lies as surely as the orc does
and speeds his way to his horse, though it is not easy as the
press keeps pushing both in different directions and then back
together, the rider taking several hard hits on his shield, the
material creaking, the surface marred. Finally he is near enough
as Raktura rushes him and he jabs a foot into the stirrup, such
in haste that he puts his left foot in the right stirrup,
grasping the reigns with his left hand. The addition of weight is
too sudden and Scelvarane is tugged around to the right, Farlen
swinging in the stirrup so that his back is against Scelvarane's
side, the unplanned movements sending the orc's blade astray.
Still trying to gain balance, mount and keep from being killed
all at once, the rider pulls back around to face the front, his
spear lashing outward at Raktura's knees as he pivots in the
stirrup. All this Scel varane is not sure what to think off, but
tries to do something, pressing forward away from the orc
Chieftainess.
Farlen attacks you with his Spear!...
...and he misses!
Fearnflor, bearing Xatra neighs at Dungarr restlessly.
Fearnflor, bearing Xatra bends down to eat a particularly
promising blade of grass.
Fearnflor, bearing Xatra bends down to eat a particularly
promising blade of grass.
Ugluk pulls his sword back from the flesh of the rider and howls
at the blood that flows along it's blackened edge. As he brings
the blade back to the ready, he grimly proclaims, "All is lost,
human. Give in to your fate." When the human's attack comes, an
indiscernible yet haunting laugh echoes lowly from his helm.
When the attack comes, the dark masterswordsman steps into it,
attempting to move inside the spear as it is jabbed at him. As he
steps forward, the spear whistles harmlessly through the breeze
of his advance. Using his left arm in an attempt to push the
rider's weapon arm up and away, Ugluk brings the greatsword
arcing upward in a deadly follow-through at the riders exposed
side!
Ugluk attacks Hector with his Greatsword, but Hector parries the
attack with his Spear!
Raktura growls as the whiteskin seems to of gained a partial
mounting of the beast if not an awkward vulnerable one to her
sword thrusts. Seeing the action of the whiteskins spear in his
eyes long before he makes it, she dodges the attack with ease.
Determined not to allow this whiteskin escape her alive as she
too has heard the humans horn of retreat blown, she increases her
fury of attacks against Farlen. Her blade slices through the air,
cutting at his thigh, giving praise to the dark one himself as
she sends the sword forward.
You attack Farlen with your Short Broadsword...
Your attack against Farlen badly wounds him!
Ugluk pulls the parried blade back loosing a disgusted growl. The
crimson orbs narrow after the failed attack, yet remain focused
on the rider. Almost taunting the rider to attack again, the
massive Uruk-hai warrior lets the greatblade hang toward the
ground and stands glaring at the rider.
The heirloom spear spins desperately in Hector's hands,
deflecting the terrible blade from his flesh by the barest of
margins. Sparks clitter across Hector's mail as the weapon is
skids across harmlessly. Seeing his position as hopeless against
the incredible strength and skill before him, grim Hector seeks
to buy a few more moments for the retreat to finish. Raising the
butt end of his spear as though to crack the orcs teeth in,
Hector instead uses the bare moments it may buy him to tap
Dunbane's shoulder with his knee. The mount rears up instantly,
sharp hooves flailing bravely at the great foe. Before the grey's
legs even reach the ground the rider is preparing for his own
escape.
Farlen grunts, unable as he is with one hand clutching his horse
to do anything about the blade, again only able to trust in the
crafting of his armor. The thigh plate holds, but the blade
slides down off it, drawing a dark line several inches down the
exposed side of his leg and away. The rider sets his jaw, eyes
dark and grim beneath the rim of his helm as he finishes the
swing around in the stirrup, his belly now facing his mount and
hauling himself upward, swinging his left leg back and over the
animal's rump and slamming home in the stirrup of the other side,
gritting his teeth as the impact jars his wounds. Quick, unspoken
communication passes between man and beast now that the saddle is
once more his, though still a bit shakily and Scelvarane digs
hooves into the turf, turning hard, swinging his heavy backside
around to try to clear a bit of an arc of attackers. Farlen
resolutely squeezes his knees, though blood seeps down his legs
and his spear moves as quickly as it can, his arm showing
definite signs of wearying from the long combat. The horse's rear
to Raktura now, Farlen slams the butt backwards, trying to knock
the crazed beast away as he urges Scelvarane forward and towards
freedom..
Farlen attacks you with his Spear!...
...and he misses!
Ugluk steps back for an instant, his cloak billowing in the night
air and his eyes glaring demonically at his foe. He brings his
sword before him with both hands to counter the blow from the
butt of the spear, but it does not come. As the rider spurs his
mount, the dark one before him continues the blade movement,
raising the sword back with his right hand. Then the dark lord
steps twice forward to meet the horseman and sends the blade
slashing overhanded toward the horseman's spear-shoulder!
Ugluk attacks Hector with his Greatsword and badly wounds him!
Rage builds up in this Chieftainess as the whiteskin defies
Raktura and does not yield to her might. Instead he chooses to
flee like a coward which enrages her further. Ignoring the weak
attempt with the spear she thrusts out with her sword as the
horse begins to carry her enemy away from her. She thrusts it
towards his now exposed kidneys as his back is now turned upon
her, she cries out in broken speech at the fleeing human, "Ye
coward! Fear da might of da Black Dragon for we meet again!!!!"
You attack Farlen with your Short Broadsword...
Farlen dodges your attack.
Hector grunts audibly as the blade again finds purchase in his
flesh. Managing to hang on to his weapon with his left hand,
right arm hanging uselessly as the blood swells forth, the rider
can but carry through on his planned escape. Dunbane lunges away
as blood trails horse and master. Hector's eyes never leave the
fiery coals of his dark foe, his head swiveling as he gallops
away. Those same eyes seem glazed yet defiant, holding an
unspoken promise within them.
Hector heads out of the Fangorn to the Southeast.
Eloric heads out of the Fangorn to the Southeast.
Scelvarane's backside makes itself useful a last time as
apparently despite her rage the she-orc cannot reach the rider
who is now spending what energy he has left in retaining the
saddle he has just regained, seeing the way thin before him, his
spear whirring from one side to the other, thrusting, parrying,
cutting his way free. Finally open ground is before him and
Scelvarane breaks into a gallop before his rider stops him and
turns to face the orcs a last time, the dark grey stallion
rearing up defiantly as Farlen's spear juts towards the sky,
flashing and he gives a great cry, his words hard in retort to
the she-orc, "Helm take your black worm and crush him in his
fist, let your black heart revel in this day of battle, for tis
the last time you'll see the back of the riders of the Mark, your
chests shall sheath our spears and your feet carry you in terror
back to your holes!" with that, the forehooves slam down and
Farlen wheels his mount away, galloping southward to the plains..
Fearnflor, bearing Xatra heads out of the Fangorn to the Southeast.
Farlen grabs Scelvarane's reins.
Scelvarane, bearing Farlen heads out of the Fangorn to the
Southeast.
Celwyn, bearing Therian heads out of the Fangorn to the
Southeast.
The dark king stands still in the night air, his sword now held
low in his right hand. He silently looks on at the rider as he
somehow maintains his balance on his mount. He notices the
rider's head hanging low now as blood pours from his shoulder
wound. Yet somehow the rider's head raises, albeit slightly, and
the dark one discerns a light still burning in his opponent's
eyes. No, it is not over.
Raktura roars out with a frustrated rage at the escaping
whiteskins. She has no trophy to take home with her, only the
knowledge the fighting Uruk-Hai set fear into the hearts of the
whiteskins once again. Slowly does the deep well of anger ease
from this Chieftainess as the sight of the retreating whiteskins
upon their four legged beasts slowly fade from her view. Ignoring
the minor injuries she received, she turns and views the bloodied
battlefield. Spotting the Dark form of her king standing in the
midst like a mystical image, she lifts her head with pride and
approaches him slowly. She gives him a Wolfs salute as she stands
proud in his presence as she too glances back towards the way the
enemy retreats with the words, "Dey know da might of the Black
Dragon this nigh my King".
Ugluk stands amidst the wounded yet victorious fighting Uruk-hai
like a giant black pillar. Bloods drips slowly from the point of
his black blade as he looks over the battlefield. As he watches,
the cries of agony from wounded Rohir are silenced by the
thorough and merciless warriors of the Black Dragun. As the Wolf
leader speak, he turns his crimson gaze upon her. The familiar
voice echoes from the mask, "Yes. The Strawheads know the taste
of Blacksteel." He pauses only to punctuate his final wo rds,
"They know the power of the Black Dragun."
(End Of Log)
