Tuhl notices suddenly the leader of the skull troops engaged in a vicious battle, and without any more thinking, the killing machine charges to come at the side of Hulorg.
Kathryn is slashed across the arm, and grunts with the pain as blood spatters her uniform. She looks to Moradan for just as second, and again strikes in retaliation. "Defiler of virgin GOATS!" she spits, as the blade flies at Tur'Glak's chest.
Moradan is just about to strike the orc again as a dog leaps on him again.. he has just enough time to put his blade on the way so to avoid being hit, but he has loose contact with Aktrhyn and the orc doing that,,frustrated, he drops one again his sword on the animal "Accursed dog, let me be!" he yells
Moradan attacks Gristnog with his Broadsword...hitting and moderately wounding him! At the fringes of the dark wood stand Burzum, Clad in black robes, holding his mace-like staff in one hand. Glancing about him to see what is going on, the Head priest of Angband searches for an unoccupied Human. His jet black eyes lock on Kenan, and a viscous smile crosses his face. He begins to sprint towards the male, his spiked staff a feather in his strong hands.
Tuhl swings his heavy blade, sending it toward Gilthanas with the speed and strenght of many years of experience
Lalwen accepts the help from Lomendaur, coughing into her hand, and alarmed to see the spattering of blood there on.
Hador cries aloud as the warm, slick fangs of Dreagoth dig into the back of his neck, the cold dwarven steel pinching down as he throws his head back in pain. He jerks to one side, his thinly clad shoulder pounding at the side of the beast apon his back before suddenly pivoting to the other side, pulling free from the guar's hungry grasp. Wiht his weight pulling him around and his sword extended, the tall lord takes advantage of his angle and throws his sword from high towards the side of the monster's face, his own blood trickling down his back and chest from his fresh and tainted wound!
Lomendaur pulls a small vial from a satchel at his side, holding it before Lalwen's face. "
Lalwen collapses to the side, dropping her blade finally. She takes the liquid with a nod, and drinks as directed, knowing better than to argue. "
Tur'Glak howls suddenly, a bloodlust coming over him, the cry echoed by the his dogs, blood-chillingly loud! Stepping to one side as Kathryn swings her axe at him, he attempts to strike
at her with his left hand to get her overbalanced and maybe even topple over, bringing his right hand with the mace down hard, either on her shoulder, or back should she fall!
Meantime, Gristnog lets go of a loud yelp and with a twist of his body, tries to snap at the arm of Moradan, the wound to his back bleeding bad, but the protection somewhat helped to make the wound less.
Alquawen runs over to the hiril's side, and kneels beside her." May I be of some assistance Lomendaur?" she hands him some herbal ointments and bandages.
A roar is heard as Hador's troops note his battle and soon their shrunken ranks are at the lord's side, beating back against the fercious and deadly spawn of hell, Dreagoth. Hador soon sees another advantage, though the venom of the huge wolf courses his veins and sets the man in a dizzy spell, sending him from the battle and through his own infantry, towards the side of the ending battle now...
Morning brakes way in the blood soaken battlefield, as metal shields and weapons clang about in the vast foothills. Kenan stands scanning the battle, his clothes and sword stained with black blood. He catches a glimpse at the dark robed orch and before thinking it more leaps forward standing in a defensive position..
Lomendaur turns, sighing as Alquawen approaches. "
Moradan is starting to feel the loos of blood... still, he looks around to locate Kathryn and cries loud as he sees the orc hitting him ..he starts running towards her, as the dog again leaps at him, biting his mail.. altought unharmed, Moradan cries in frustration as again he swings to teh animal
Gilthanas raises his shield, the battle axe getting firmly imbedded in it. He pulls backwards, trying to force the Orch to drop his axe. He looks over, to Tanthalost who runs towards the Orch with the battleaxe in the shield, screaming words of misery. Gilthanas shouts, "Tanthalost...No! This is my fight!" As the words come from Gilthanas' mouth, Tanthalost throws himself upon the Orch, trying to force it away from Gilthanas.
Alquawen rubs some salve into the bandages quickly and nods, turning to Lalwen she applies the ointment gently to her bleeding wounds, wioing her forehead with a moist cloth.
In his weakened state, scored with innumerable wounds, Hulorg still manages to raise his voice above the din of the battle, "Warriors of the Skull! To me, to me!!," he bellows, and a smaller orc quickly turns away from the fighting, rushing to support his captain in his need, "Take this one," he yells, pointing to Tanthalaost, "The battle may be lost, but we have what we have come for!!" he screeches and two more orch-scouts rush over, laying heavy hands on the human to drag him away.
Lalwen looks to Alquawen feebly, coughing once every so=often. "Help me get further up the rise..I must be able to see if we will hold the field..."
As a wall of Human forces descend upon Dreagoth, Blood flowing from his open mouth freely, the large Wolf turns his head to the air and lets out a long howl, angry and frustraited as the uhman
continue to take his prey away from him. Baking slowly away from the more than nervous humans, the Gaur finnaly turns tail and sprints back towards the woods where he came from to lick his
wounds.
Kathryn is hit hard to the shoulder, luckily not her weapon-side arm. She yells with pain as she feels the bones crunch together, unable to be sure whether or not anything has broken. One armed, and with the last of her strength she strikes out again. "Cowardly creature! One drop of our blood is worth an army's share of yours!"
Alquawen nods, bending down she helps the Hiril up to a sitting postion so that she may see the field better. She continues treating her wounds with hot water and banageing them in linens.." Be careful Mi Lady.. you are already weeak!"
The dark priest of the Orcish horde grins broadly as the Human just stands there, not even trying to run! What luck! The thick oak staff of the prophet whistles through the air at Kenan's ribs, the spiked top a dangerous weapon
Andranar turns, raising his blade as the new opponent moves to flank him, and thrusts at the orc in the growing light, the others blow passing over his head and back as he estends his arm.
Lomendaur runs to Moradan, bracing himself by the human's side. "I have thee, Adan! Let me fight beside you!" He clutches his spear tight, and sneers at the attacking orcs.
Tuhl turns sideways, and holding his heavy cleaver with both hands, slams the blade into the side of Tanthalost, sending the elf tumbling down toward the wounded warriors of the skull's clan like a small ragged doll. With a loud mocking laughter, the big orc screams "Kill him, no mercy"...forgetting in the situation is other opponent
Lalwen says weakly, "It matters little if we do not hold...The fortress must not be threatened." she strains to see all the field, trying her best to assess holding onto Alquawen's arm.
Moradan turns to his friend and nods to the beast in front of him "Take care of him, I need to protect someone" and saying thatm he runs away towards Kathryn
Deflecting the other's blade downwards with his shield, Tirog still cannot excape it completely as it cuts into the leather protecting his already bloody thigh. Doing little in the way of damage the orc does not falter as he try's to circle the othe, watching for an opening, and then... he jumps forwards, trying to muscle his way close with his shield while swinging overhand towards the human's left shoulder.
Tur'Glak laughs brutefully in a crazed, manical manner in the midst of the fighting, the gleam from his yellow eyes gone entirely without rational thought, the wild is in him fully, taken him as he swings anew after having stepped aside from her swing, again trying to go for a strike from above, left and down to the right, shoulder&chest on Kathryn!
Kenan leans to one side, but the staff was able to just hit him to one side. Using his momentum, he proceeds to swings his sword in a sharp arch at the orch's right shoulder..
Alquawen doesn't not reply but busies her self with moping the sweat of the Hiril's brow and carefully bandaging her arm, she applies more of a yellow , sweet smelling ointment to the already bleeding profusely..wounds...and suppourts the Hiril allowing her whole weight to rest on her shoulders.
Kathryn falls back, having her breath knocked from her, hitting the ground with a small thud, landing upon her back. She struggles to get her air back.
Lomendaur spins around, facing Gristnog. "Come, hound!" He readies his spear to strike, eyes gleaming coldly. "Moradan, protect your friend! We shall need her greatly." His hair blows back, several stray locks across his face.
Gilthanas screams, as he sees Tanthalost thrown to the ground. He shouts to the other two guards, "Amos, Christinsen, attack this bastard! He took Tanthalost!" As he yells this, he attacks, ducking low, and coming in to the high side of the other. As he attacks, he smiles, seeing his friends almost at the Orch.
Moradan cries loud as he sees the orc hitting Kathryn again "
Gristnog, the mangy hound is left facing Lomendaur as he is blocked from attacking Moradan. Snarling at him, he leaps for his chest, coming at him at a dead run, going for the throat!
Moradan cries loud as he sees the orc hitting Kathryn again "
Lalwen looks over the rise, "Alquawen, there are others down there in need of healing....we must get some of them from the field...Will you
Andranar grunts at the mace strikes his shoulder.. There will be a dark bruise there beneath the armor soon.. He steps to the side, rolling with the blow as much as possible, drawing his blade across in a low cut at the orcs belly. Turning to put the sun acain at his back, he grasps the hilt of his weapon with both hands now, reading for another attack..
Alquawen nods.." Aye Mi lady..as you wish..here lean on me.."
Amos, and Christensin run, towards Gilthanas as they hear his cry. Brandishing their blades, they attack swiftly, after breaking up, into two groups, flanking the Orch. To the left, Amos lunges in, high, slashing at the Orches head, hoping to swiftly end the combat, while to the right, Christensin
slashes low, trying to hamstring the Orch.
Taking a quick step back, Burzum easily dodges the swing of the Human, the blad missing by a few inches.. The human's arm is still extended as Burzum grips his staff with both hands near the center, and make a quick, HARD spin, the spiked side crashing down at Kenan's arm. His eyes are filled with humor at his opponents pitiful tries to stay alive, knowing the human will die
at the hands of the Mouth of Melkor.
Lalwen leans into Alquawen's shoulder gratefully. She points toward the prone figures at the base of the hill. "Have you the tending supl-
Lomendaur leaps backwards, the force of the hound upon him knocking the elf over. He cries out as its teeth tear into his shoulder, though he pushes the handle of his spear against the beast's snout to protect his neck. "Ai! Hound..." he pushes again, attempting to stand.
Tuhl turns suddenly as the three humans dive toward him. With a loud laughter, the big orc slams his cleaver into one of their shields, sendeng the warrior backward. As he does so, the other two swarm on him, and he feels the pain of a sword somewhere in his back. Turning suddenly he faces the two other humans, and snares at them, drool coming out of his mouth.
Keeping close to the human with his shield he knocks the other's blade aside, while continueing to move with the other, being careful to keep the few stray beams of light, that make their way from the rising sun and through the folliage of the forest, from his eye's. Swinging his mace he fients towards the other's shoulder again but then angles it downwards towards the others left side.
Gilthanas ducks, weaving under the blade. He slowly nods to the other standing guard, Amos, and then lunges inward. At the same time, Amos slashes high, trying to distract the Orches attention
above, while his friend slashes below.
Alquawen answers quickly" aye I have the ointemnets..and such" she pauses and hefts a bag onto her right shoulder helping lping the Hiril and .."but you should rest"
Tur'Glak is pounced upon by Moradan, the air being knocked out of him and the mace dropped down on the ground as he falls onto his back with Moradan over him. Savagely the old orc attempts to wrest Moradan away from him, attempting to whack him on the side of his head with his left fist!
Kenan curses as the swing passes by ineffective, but seeing the orch's rapid actions he strugles to bring his sword back again and try to deflect the blow. Succesfully, he hits the wooden staff and proceeds to strike the orch once again with his blade, this time thrusting it forward aiming to the chest..
Kathryn struggles to sit up, "Moradan, NO!" she rolls to her feet and with an outraged expression, chops out at Tur'Glak's knees with her axe, slightly muddy.
Alquawen shouts as she sees Amanelen..." mellon! over here! the Hiril is injured!"
Andranar turns, bending at the knees and hips, the heavy mace passing by his frame. Reversing the motion, he brings his blade up at the orc's chest or chin in an mild arc, his legs and torso powering the blow as he returns to a balanced stance.
As Lomendaur attempts to get Gristnog off him, the dog sets his teeth deeply into the handle of the spear. The earlier wounds making the beast weak and enabling Lomendaur to wrest him off.
Amanelen, being previously injured, and having lost his weapon, limps over to Alquawen. His eyes, you notice, are still cold but blaze with a cold fury. He nods once to Alquawen, and kneels down
beside her, wincing the whole time, "What can I do be help?" He says in a very soft, cold tone.
Alquawen staggers.." help me...support the Hiril.." she points to those lying motionless on the blood-stained earth.." we must tend to the others!"
Moradan is caught right on his cheeckbone by the orc's fist, a wide cut opening letting a spurt of blood come out... almost blinded, Moradan swings madly at the orch, his hands going to his troath while his screaming, in a savage way and in various language "
Lomendaur stands, bent now in an effort to grab the entire spear from the hold of the warhound, shaking and pulling the weapon. He tries to kick the dog's side, and grunts. "Take leave of my spear, hound, or you shall feel its bite within your bowels!"
Andranar's blade kicks up sparks as he cuts through the first row of links protecting Tirog's chest. Growling he stumbles back from the blow that draws a slow trickly of blood from the parted links. With more caustious steps, Tirog ressumes his circling of the other, fienting with a lung then pulling back and then driving in again with his shield leading the way, his mace swung
overhand at the others head.
From the middle of the melee, the orcs start retreating. A couple grabs the limp body of Karla, and dragging their wounded comrad with then, rushes backward toward their camp.
Lalwen coughs and shakes free to support herself against a tree. "Go...both of you..I'm alright.." she is obviously not, but at least the bleeding has stopped. "The others...help her Amanelen..make sure none come at her."
Alquawen helps the Hiril rest against the tree and lifts a vial of smoky blue liquid to her lips.." Drink of this Hiril..it will help you rest easier.."
Burzum lets out a shriek of pain as the tip of the Scimitar slides into his stomach an inch or so. A spurt of blood sprays from the newly opened wound, covering the Human with the orch's blood. Taking a clumsy step back, Burzum un-impales himself from the sword, and swings his staff like a baseball bat, directed in the direction of Kenan's ribs once more.
Amanelen looks critically at Lalwen, "I will make sure no harm comes of her." You notice that his torso is stained a deep crimson, and so is his leg. He has sustained some injuries, but not nearly as bad as some others. He casts a cold, green-eyed gaze around the area, and winces as he twists his torso. He hopes that the others will mistake that wince for a wince of sympathy at seeing all of the others dead or dying.
Lalwen shakes her head, taking her mouth away. "No...I need to be able to think clearly...Thank you, but I must be able to stay conscious..help the others.."
Tur'Glak wrests and tosses Moradan, trying to get him off, totally ignoring Kathryn and scrambling to flee unceremoniously. The blood on the old orc adding all the time to his grimy look, the wound he took from Kathryns axe weakning him, more then 14 cuts on him flowing free, with desperation, he kicks at Moradan to get up and roaring loudly, he calls on his dogs oncemore! "
Alquawen bows her head..murmering softly.." as you wish..mi lady.." and turning to Amanelen she calls above the din of battle.." come Mellon...we must reach those suffering..time must not be lost.."
Andranar ducks as the blow comes in, though the mace clips something..Skull, shoulder, or mail. Throwing himself to the side and rolling, he rises, shaking his head a little, but loosing no measure of the grim determination that he has held throughout the night. He shuffles to the side a step, and the tip of his sword lashes out towards the orcs chest wardingly.
Kenan, now with his adrenaline flowing wildly, lowers his sword and deftly blocks the orchs staff pushing it to one side. Once again he thrust his sword forward, aiming to the priests stomach and stepping forward, using his body weight to enhance the damage..
Lomendaur turns, running after Gristnog toward Moradan. "Nay, orc, do not have your pets leave so soon!" He laughs mirthlessly, moving close by the humans.
Amanelen plucks at Alquawen's elbow, "She is right, m'lady. We must attend the others." He says this in a voice that is not emphatic or anything else, only cold. He looks around for something that he could possibly use as a weapon. He finds a half-broken spear on the ground and picks it up, "This will
have to do." He then says to Alquawen, only loud enough so that she can hear him, "I saw a group of them over there." He then limps over in that direction, the wound on his side oozing open once more. He pays it no heed now, there are more important things than self-pity or worrying about his own wounds.
Moradan tries to stand to pursue the Orc, but he stumbles down again...seeing the hounds protecting their master flee and feeling his strenghts going away with his rage, he gives up and looks around, searching for Kathryn
In one fluid motion, the Dark orch sidesteps Kenan's professional thrust, and pushes with one hand, pulls with the other his staff, whiping the head around at Kenan's ankle.
Gilthanas ducks, as the Orch is weak. He lunges in, striking low, and fast, at the same time as he yells to Amos, "Quickly, attack from above." Gilthanas' blade streaks low, towards the Orches legs, whilst the other guards blade swings hit, towards the Orches torso.
Alquawen follows Amanelen breathlessly..picking her way through the bodies of fallen orcs..she glances at his side..and touches the wound gently.." that is a nasty gash..we must bandage it at
least..you have lost much blood.." her eyes widen with concern.
Tirog crowds in after the human, eagerness showing across his face as his mace connected with body, Tirog steps into the thrusting blade, its tip grazing across his ribs, breaking links and drawing a slow trickly of blood. Growling "
Kathryn keeps her feet, and stumbles across a deep muddy rent in the earth toward Moradan, allowing the Orc to flee. She whistles shrilly to get his attention, flicking her head toward the rise.
Lomendaur stands over Moradan, spear firmly in both hands. "Rest, knight. I have you...let that vile thing go for now. There are other creatures to kill." He squints, gazing about the battlefield.
Lalwen remains lax for a moment against the tree, trying hard to get a good view of how many stand upon the field
Amanelen shakes his head at Alquawen, "It is nothing, Alquawen. I am good for another battle yet!" He says, more fiercely than he intended, he winces because his voice jars his side. He then gazes around the field looking for the wounded of his allies.
The staff hits home, and Kenan drops to his right knee. Losing no time, he pushes his sword up from between the orchs legs. Up the sword goes as he starts to stand up, adding his impulse to the attack..
Tuhl steps back before the attacks of the two humans, Like a cornered boar, the orc swings right and left his cleaver, trying to aim for the nimble warriors surrounding him. Suddenly, he sees what hopefully could be an opening, and attempts to slam his heavy blade down on one of the two enemies
Lalwen breathes slowly, "we hold...for now we hold," she whispers to the air.
Lomendaur spots Gilthanas against an orc, and begins toward him. "I shall return, Moradan!" He runs toward the human, arm raised to spear the foe. "Have you need of me, adan?" he calls.
Tur'Glak flees the field, vanishing in among with the braying dog packs and the orch handlers helping him away. Limping rather badly as he goes, but as he's not followed, he can ease down on his pace, the wounds hurting rather badly and the blood flow being rather heavy from the numerous cuts.
Gilthanas lets out a scream, loud and piercing, that is heard over the entire battlefield, as the axe hits him. He looks up, to see Amos swinging his blade again, chopping at the Orches arm. As Gilthanas hears Lomendaur approach, he manages a nod, then slowly, swings his blade, trying to hit the Orches midsection.
Alquawen stumbles over the fallen body of an orc...she shudders, involutarily looking around with wide eyes at all those you have fallen in deafening the fortress..and grips Amanelen's hand tightly..without intending it..she kneels beside the first victim..a rather diminutive elf..his hand hanging limply , lifelessly at his side.." Here mellon.." she gasps.." help me..bandage his arm.." The elf lys prostrate on the ground apparently unconcious.
Reacting quickly, Burzum spreads his hands wide on his staff and slams it down to meet the upwards swing of Kenan. The sword bites into the wood, yet the strong Oak holds firmly. the Prophet's eyes lock on Kenan's for a moment, then he grins broadly, and shoves with all his force the head of his staff at Kenan's right ribcage, hoping to break something.
Andranar has been fighting ceaselessly since before daybreak, and still no more than a few feet from where he first drew his sword. His face is pale, and his breath no longer even.. He turns, moving his shouder from the mace's path again, but slower this time, much slower. The bow brings hin to one knee this time.. He reflexively lashes out with his own blade at the others legs and lower body, as he struggles to rise again..
Moradan looks around still, distracted and almost annoyed by Lomendaur's words which keep him from hearing Kathryn's whistle "Kathy!" he calls out, almost blind for the blood in his eyes and for the weakness
Kathryn responds by running to him the rest of the way, holding her shoulder with a wince. "Moradan...come off the field...you must be tended."
Tuhl sees the orcs around him starting to pull out. Towering above the melee, the huge orc search for the great priest Burzum. Suddenly, a sword flashes and he barely escape the blow. Rotating upon himself by reflex, the orc sends his blade in the direction of the shape that he barely caught on the side of his eyes, swinging roughly toward the mid-section.
Alquawen applies salve s and herbs to the bleeding arm...she sighs as she looks upon the face of the elf.." so young..so lifeless" she murmers under her breath..and looks up at Amanelen.." mellon..we must find..something.." she glances all around her..searchingly.." to make a splint.."
Andranar's sword bites deep into Tirog's leg as he tried to keep in close, causing the orc to stumble back and fall to a knee of his own. Growling he looks to his leg before staggaring back to his feet, his eyes regarding his opponent.
Kenan, now standing, tries to dodge the staff but fails. The staff nicks part of the leather armor, reavealing only but bare skin. Angered, he proceeds to swing the blade widely, swinging it to the orch's neck..
Moradan rises his eyes at her, somewhat relieved .. he manages a smile "I must be tended? What about you???" he coughs slightly "Dunno why, but I had this feeling i would have seen you long before returning to the fortress....!
Lalwen weakly grapples for another pack of healin supplies left upon the hill. She makes her way slowly down to join with the others...
Lomendaur nods in return to Gil, and grasps his spear tightly before driving it toward Tirog, teeth clenched and inhaling sharply. He leaps off the ground as he attacks, his knuckles whitening.
Amanelen does not make a reaction to Alquawen's squeezing of his hand. He has seen too much death. Too much. But nonetheless, he bends down and holds the elf so that Alquawen can bandage his arm up. His gaze wanders around the battlefield, looking at it with too cold eyes, for his age. He then looks up at Alquawen and nods. He gazes at the elf and then says, "I see nothing but death.." He blinks once and then looks, searchingly, at the ground for something to help with a splint. But what? There is nothing on the ground but blood and the stink of death.
Burzum quickly bends at the knees, the swipe of Kenan missing him by a long shot. While crouched, the dark prophet makes a quick slash with the spiked head of his staff at Kenan's previously injured ankle, praying to the dark lord it brings the human down to the ground for easy dispatching.
Kathryn sighs and gives him a stern look, "I said I would stay within for a skirmish, not a bloody battle! Are you going to be stubborn, or are you going to come be tended?" she transfers her axe into her belt.
Andranar draws a long ragged breath, regaining his feet, and raising his sword again. Gathering himself, he presses this small advantage gained, cutting downward at the orc. His movements are slow, as if he weiged the cost of each action..Though his movements have been ever subtle this morning..
Gilthanas stumbles, to his feet, as the Orch hits him yet again. He cries out, screaming for help to all friends nearby. He watches Lomendaur attack the tall Orch, and mumbles a thank you. He slashes again, outwards hard and fast towards the Orches gullet.
Kenan simply jumps as the staff hits only but ground. Landing firmly again with a loud thud, and using his downward momentum, he swings the deadly blade down over the crouched orch..
Moradan half-smiles again, closing his eyes and rolling on his back "i'm afraid" he whispers "I'm too weak for both being stubborn and rise to be tended.. just let me rest for a while and tell me you are more or less fine"
Again, hands spread wide apart, Burzum blocks the blow of Kenan with practiced ease. This time, instead of swinging at the bas of his ankle, he swings higher up, at the Human's hip.
Gilthanas stumbles, as his sword swings, and with a crash, he hammers into the ground.
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