Gladden River, North Bank

The sounds of a river can be heard to the south, quite close by, though there are sounds of cataracts roaring in the distance. It is difficult to see much in this night, though you can plainly see a row of foothills to the north, marking the Misty Mountains to the west. Eastward the dry and warm ground can be seen to level out, and from this small hill can be seen the glimmer of the Anduin snaking it's way southward. A path runs at your feet toward the south and forks to the northeast and northwest. Another track runs to the east. The air around is very hot and dry, reminding you of the tender spring, now ripened into summer.

The sky is clear. The twilight summer air is very hot and dry around you. The moon is not visible.

 

Not being the brightest of people, and with those strange herbs addling her brain, Yeut has forgotten why she wasn't supposed to go alone to the Fortress. All she does remember is that her people need supplies and she's a healer so she's taking them supplies. Wandering around the forest, her golden blonde hair reflects light like a beacon. Had she been able to think properly this night, she might have put her hood up to hide better. But then, had she been able to think properly this night, she wouldn't be here at all, taking a chance of being spotted by the creatures in the wood.

 

The addition of torch light makes her stand out all the more.

 

Quiet as a mouse Puk sits crouched near a burrow by a tree stump... He eyes it quietly holding a sharpened stick in one hand ready to strike what ever small woodland animal that might stroll out un suspecting. But since the wind is blowing the wrong way it would take some thing with no sense of smell to NOT notice him. But the wind is blowing right for Puk and he squints his eyes as he smells something sweet... Something good and he peers around listening... Maybe the snap of a twig or a rustling sound catches his attention and he puts down the stick and quietly starts to investigate what he hears.

 

The snap of a twig under her foot goes completely unnoticed by the girl. All guide training has completely left her now. She has to concentrate to remember the way to the Fortress. Nothing else is in her mind. She stops and holds the torch higher to try to find her way and realizes she's not sure where she is. She takes another step and thinks she hears a gutteral mumbling somewhere nearby but it's not quite sinking in. She stops again, turning this way and that trying to remember which way to go.

 

Aye, the Woods are alert this evening as something else too moves, barely a sound coming from his large from, hidden within the shadows of the wood. However he halts as a low growl is emeitted before slwoly crouching down. A green eye looks to the path before him while barely audible sniffs are taken.

"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" and with that the figure looks up slightly towards the first as he growls sfotly. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

 

 

The orcish company is joined by another, a She-Orc, Ashghash. Her hard hobnail boots snap twigs and crunch on bits of gravel as she approaches Puk and Shimzak's position. As yet the Hammerer hasn't noted the Non-uruk presence and, as such, doesn't bother to hush her rough voice any "Thought you said there weren't many rabbits around 'ere lads?" She eyes the furry critter that Shimzak is 'playing' with.

 

Its the torch light that gives Yeut away mostly. As Puk follows the clean smelling scent in the air he mumbles quietly to himself but then hushes as he gets closer and closer. Still attempting to be deathly silent till there is the sound of a thin dry branch snapping under his clawed foot *Snap* rings out the sound and in the silence it could almost be thought of as a dephaning crack. Puk freezes for a moment hoping no one heard it.

 

Shimzak is to absorbed in his world of small animal torture to notice the shadow and twig snapping, but when Ashghash speaks to him he jumps slightly and looks up "t'aint a rabbit, des 'ers one o does squirrils dat bited me an Puk yeasterdey!"

 

"What happened to that food you were going to get me?" Akhdush says loudly, limping after Ashghash. "I haven't been this badly fed since I was a snaga, given no food for answering a Tetrak." On arriving near Shimzak, he licks his upper lip, and says, "Is that a bit of rabbit you have there Snaga?"

 

The night's stillness is broken by the sounds of owls hooting...or so it seems. "...," Grimbeorn gestures those with him to stop. "... ..., .... There's ... ... ... them out ... ... ... ... mistaken," he continues quietly while peering ahead, though he is still hidden by the cover of woods.

 

The She-Uruk growls "Eh? Ehy should I be getting a mere..uruk a meal. Oo'd you think I am eh? Some serving wench of a she?! Mind your tongue or I'll cut it from that worthless mouth of yours..." Ashghash draws her scimitar from its place on her hip as if she intends to make good on her threats--she doesn't see Puk creep away.

 

COMBAT - Wielded: Scimitar

 

Another figure moves through the woods quietly but not within sight of the encampment yet. A hunter he was before moving to Anduin Village and those skills remain despite several months of unuse. Awakening to find the woman who was laying at his side in the outpost barracks had wandered off, her wandering trail was surprisingly easy to follow but he followed slowly, showing far more caution than the impaired Yeut. The Dale man makes almost no noise but that could soon change if his worry causes him to increase his pace to catch up quicker.

 

The snapped twig so near her startles Yeut enough to bring her to a modicum of alertness. She freezes again, holding the torch out in front of her like a sword trying to peer into the darkness. "Who's dere? Is dat you Haakon? Grimbeorn? Who is dat?" She takes a step backward, her foot catching on a twig and throwing her just enough off balance for her to take her eyes off the woods around her.

 

Shimzak looks up at Akh "nopes, dis eres one of does squirils dat attacked mes yesterdey! yous can ave it when es dead!" Shimzak goes back to work, failing to notices Ashghashs anger

From the encampment, Gorlak is looked over by the Morian guards and allowed passage.

 

                At his familiar place at the rear of the scouting party is a human form, one seeming more circumspect that any that go ahead of him, for his eyes track each step he takes in the darkness. Barely a fallen leaf ruffles as the covers the ground ahead of him, stopping occassionally to cock his ears this way and that.

 

                Muted warning from ahead is acknowldged with a grunt, but no words reply as Hronegnir now stands and looks towards the darkness of the woods.

 

The Mad Eye nods as he draws free his axe, sliding it effortlessly from it's loop. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" eyes flash about, as the Captain slowly saies his head, light chatches the White eye, fixed in it's death glare.

 

"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Morgrim turns his head back towards Hronegnir and nods, motioning him closer.

 

 By token of peace, Akhdush raises his hands and smiles limply, "That's not what I meant Tetrak, I thought you sent a snaga off to get something for the lot of us. Isn't that what happened? I most humbly apologize, master." He keeps his hands raised slightly. He then looks at Shimzak, and says, "Make sure you leave all the meat on it, especially the brain."

 

Puk slowly peeks over a fallen log and spots the wondering Yeut. He licks his lips and hisses in a hushed voice then squeals rushing over the log and at Yeut trying to pounce on her like a wild animal hunting its prey. A sharp shreek echoes through the woods.

 

                "There is a light, and a voice ahead", murmurs the grey clad figure of Hronegnir. "There.. by the thicket to the right., he adds, pointing a finger towards the small glow in the shadows. "The voice did not sound foul enough to be one of the creatures, though in this murk.. who can tell.."

 

Yeut is known for her shrieks and the sight, sound, and horrible /feel/ of this creature holding onto her brings on one of her best SHRIEKS ever. She swings the torch, kicks, fights and SCREAMS ever louder as the beast tries to gain control over her.

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Ashghash's anger seems to be assuaged some as her grip on her blade slackens somewhat though her sullen red-eyes seem to burn into Akhdush as she regards him and then Shimzak. Maybe startlingly the growl at the back of her throat becomes a gravelly laugh "Oo'd 'ave thought it eh? Squirrel..might even miss...sog's spe..." The officer's words are cut short as she straightens, blade being twisted in her hand into a more read-to-use grip.

 

"What was that?" Ashghash snarls, tone commanding. She glares in the direction of the sounds..

 

Grimbeorn nods, turning his head in the direction that Morgrim and Hronegnir indicate. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he stops, dead still as screams come from the woods. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he says, his voice a sharp hiss.

 

"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" And then Morgrim pauses as a brow raises and he sniffs again. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" and his green eye widens as the Mad one stares. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

 

Puk is letting out shrieks just about as loud as Yeut. Her kicks and punches hitting there mark more then once... The torch smacking his head make Puk dizzy and he growls hissing snapping his pointed teeth at her only to get Smacked in the mouth... "<Morian Uruk> FOod!...Yummy Thing!!.. EAT EAT... Puk Want.. OWe!... Ouch!..." Puk grunts and uphs then gets nailed where it counts... A harsh boot to his groin has the Uruk's eyes going crossed and he lets out an ear shattering howl ten piches higher then normal.

 

Shimzak gives a loud yell as a partialy dismembered squirril clamps down on his hand and bolts into the woods, screaming loudly. A well aimed rock from Shimzak silences it, but not before setting half the forest running. "DUNGHILL RAT! ISE SHOW YOUS!" Shimzak screams and bounds off into the woods in search of more small mammels

 

                The mason looks worried as the scream echoes through the woods., though his expression is lost in the night. But his voice carries the worry.. "Looks like they found some meat for their cookpot. What foolish child would wander out this night."

 

                To himself in a smaller voice he mutters as he unslings his bow and fits an arrow to the string, "We should let it be cooked, for such folly... would save us from having to go after whoever it is again."

 

The Lakeman knows EXACTLY what that is, the worst sound he could ever imagine, the shrieking screams of his beloved. All caution is thrown aside as Haakon runs crashing through the underbrush in the direction of the sound. His dagger finds its way into his left hand as he runs right into the area where a foul creature holds Yeut. Skidding to a stop a few yards away from the wrestling couple, he growls, "Drop her, you slimy excuse for fish guts."

 

Haakon picks up a small but dangerous-looking dagger.

 

Apparently the calming affect of the drugs have worn completely off. Yeut fights this demon with every ounce of energy she can spare. Not only her life is at stake here, but that of the babe she carries. She desperatly swings the torch into the face of the orc in front of her while her feet seek to find soft spots along his legs and higher. She continues to SHRIEK obscenities into its ear as she fights for her life.

 

Ashghash takes it upon herself to take some kind of charge. She is a Morghash Tetrak after all. "<Morian Uruk> Uruk's after me...might be more'n squirrel on the menu tonight..." She laughs viciously and moves faster towards Puk and the Beorning woman, closing the gap quickly enough, seeing well in the dark. The Lakeman seems a good enough target and she snarls at him 'White-skin..we'll enjoy some tasty She later..want to watch us eat 'er?'

 

"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Grimbeorn hisses, then lets out a loud groan. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he says, sighing. With a few lumbering steps, the Laird begins moving forward, skirting the edge of the forest as he does so. His limbs seem bigger, hairy with each step, until no longer is there a man in the forest, but now a huge, charging, angry bear.

 

Great_Bear wields Beijabar Claws.

 

"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" states the Captain as he stands fully up, shaking his head as he tries to get a better view. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" but then he halts "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" a loud grunt and he looks towards the Mason "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" and with that, the Captain too starts in a mad rush, behind the bear.

 

Puk 's face singes and fizzles as the flame catches skin and what little hair he did have. Letting out a squeal of pain Puk tumbles off the girl and crawls a shirt ways away from her... The combined pain of where her boot landed and the burning he has had enough of food that fights back. The arrival of more White skins has him hissing and snarling, "<Morian Uruk> Dirty Sacks of Yummy Flesh!.... I'll get you another time!"

 

 Akhdush hurriedly limps after Ashghash, looking around nervously, peering deep into the trees. He imagines he sees great towering shadows, all armed with huge claws and giant teeth. He limps on quicker, until he catches up with Ashghash. "M...M..aster, there are...things!" he says, now genuinely scared. "Do you have a weapon, I have no way to, to, defend myself!" On hearing the rushing bears, he falls to the floor, wincing with the pain on his leg, and feebly attempts to remain silent and still.

 

Shimzak continues to charge through the woods, until he runs into a slightly larger mammel that he expected, on seeing a very angry looking bear he stops, turns, and runs toward Ashghash screaming at the top of his lungs

 

                "Yeut?! Arrgh!", and Hronegnir's groan of exasperations speaks volumes about his feelings on the matter. Looking at the disappearing form of the Laird, the mason spits into the darkness and shouts at the back of the disappearing Captain. "Careful. All their pickets will be alerted now."

 

                he arrow on his bow bobs and weaves in the nighttime air as he rushes from thicket to tree striking out to a point a little left of where the light shines.

 

The bear, however, doesn't find the screaming villagers just yet--the trees and underbrush being thicker than expected, perhaps, so that no help is yet even near.

 

All the screaming and figures running about in the torchlight starts to confuse the man but he clears his head and focuses on the immediate problem, get the ugly creature off of his bride. Ignoring the taunting orc, Haakon moves toward Puk and, not having an opening in the front due to Yeut's wild thrashing, slashes at the orc's kidney from behind with his dagger.

 

Puk was already crawling away from Yeut suffering from Nut crush and a burned face. He feels a dagger cutting through the tough hide of his leather backing and hisses. Out of pure reflex his upper body spins around lashing out at who ever is attacking him with quite dirty Orc claws... Struggeling he still tries to get away.

 

Staggering away from the creature in front of her, Yeut swings the torch at him, trying to keep him at bay. So busy has she been fighting off this monster that she's failed to notice the arrival of more of his kin, or even Haakon for that matter. Her throat sore from screaming, she can barely squeak in fear now. Seeing Haakon attacking her attacker she relaxes, only momentarily and then realizes they are not alone.

 

Shimzak continues to run through the woods, until he runs into a small clearing with a woodman carrying a bow in it, at this point he simply gives it up and leaps onto the woodmans shoulders, covering his eyes and screaming, clearly terrified of all this noise and fire and nut crushing

 

Ashghash looks over her shoulder in a jerking gesture, sinews standing out on her neck "<Morian Uruk> Idiot Akhdush! You got a scimitar..remember, gave you it before.." she points at the other uruks blade and anarls "<Morian Uruk> Yes I know there are things, things we are going to /hurt/!" She spins around, hard soled boots scarring the forest flor, she beckons with a clawed finger to any of the lurking white-skins

 

                The rumbling and fumbling in the woods to his right causes Hronegnir to pause and look over. But since there are no orc screams yet, it would appear that the Laird had not reached them. "Hrm..", he says in the darkness as he seems to weigh his options. Shrugging, he continues on towards the light, now a few dozen feet from the sounds of the fracas ahead.

 

The Captain keep running along behind the Bijabar, but much like the lord before him, Morgrim the Mad Eye too gets caught up in the brush. "Gah INfernal Woods, bleedin, brush. F-" the rest of the curse is lost in

 

Yeut wields Slender Fishknife.

 

Haakon feels the dagger bite into hide with a victorious rush of adrenaline but manages to remember to pull away from the swinging claws of the orc who seems more bent on getting away than pressing the attack. He moves in next to Yeut and lowers his right hand to help her up while he hold the dagger up and ready for another who might decide to close in on them.

 

The Female orc growls as Haakon continues his attack on Puk, with nothing other than an animalistic growl. Ashghash slashes her rune-carved scimitar towards the white-skin's back, mid way along his spine, shouting then "Ghash! Ghash! For the Flame!"

 

You attack Haakon with your Scimitar...

 

Your attack against Haakon badly wounds him!

 

Yeut clumsily untangles her Longbow from the straps of the bulky pack on her back.

 

Screaming with rage, Yeut takes aim at the she orc attacking her beloved.

 

Puk 's claws seem to catch air as Haak pulls back... The orc not pleased with being Stabbed in the lower back. Puk continues to crawl out of the way till he sees Ashghash striking out at the white skin... With an encouraging cry Puk lets out a very Destink howl before he picks up a branch and hurls it at Yeut in retaliation for her torch swinging hand.

 

 Akhdush nods to Ashghash, and says, "Gyich, I'll use this then," he says, drawing his scimitar, and runs after Ashghash, too frightened to think. He is emboldened by her cry of the Flame, and goes in after her, running towards Haakon. He holds his blade above his head, and with his own shout of "the Flame!" he brings it down aiming at Haakon's back.

 

Akhdush wields Scimitar.

 

Akhdush attacks Haakon with his Scimitar and badly wounds him!

 

Yeut launches an arrow...

 

Ow! You've been injured for 25 hp's by the bowshot.

ARB: Please RP this injury accordingly.

 

 

                Intent on the sounds ahead of him, Hronegnir is almost too late to notice the sounds from the side. As a screaming bundle rises from his side, he starts to roll, but not before the rather smallish orc lands on his back and neck.

 

                The arrow flies harmlessly into the trees, as he sprawls forward. "Get off you cursed creature!", he mutters as he tries to shake the orc off while trying unlatching his axe from his belt.

 

Shimzak continues to scream until he is finnaly dislodged by a passing branch. Shimzaks head hits a rock and he is dazed, but he manages to crawl off into a nearby bush and fall unconsius (OOC Im out for a few turns)

 

The bear formerly known as Grimbeorn finally breaks through the underbrush, the momentum of his charging behind his ton of weight that he throws into the claw swipe at the attacking orcs. With a roar, he swings at Akhdush.

 

Akhdush collapses to the ground, defeated by Great_Bear!

 

Akhdush's weapon "Scimitar" falls to the ground...

 

The Dale man feels the bite of a blade across his back while attempting to help up Yeut and he twists his body to take the slash across his side rather than his spine. The left hand holding the dagger aims a slash at the she-orc but he fails to connect as another scimitar hits him again immediately after. The blow causes his knees to buckle taking him to the ground with a gasp as the air escapes his lungs for the moment.

 

ARB: Haakon has "passed" on his turn to attack.

 

                 Into the fight comes the orc Garthang. Looking only half sane and partially drunk, he looks about for something to slay. As he does this, he brings his axe to his hand. Glaring about he watches Akhdush and starts to follow his charge. But before he can enter into combat, he watches an arrow fly towards Ashghash. He gives a yowl of anger and turns towards the archer who fired thus. "Die you light lover!" he shouts, and throws himself at Yeut.

 

The thick underbrush from whence came the mighty bear rustles again, and another huge bear appears from beneath the foliage, its black fur rippling with each movement. Not as fast in motion as its companion, the black bear picks up its pace before trampling over one of the orcs thrown wayward by the other bear. A deep roar issues from its lungs, and the black bear digs its claws deep into the goblin, before stomping off toward other orcs.

 

 As soon as Akhdush enters into the battle, he is taken out of it, in the most definite way possible. The Bear's strike hits him across the chest, leaving a gaping wound, revealing his rapidly slowing heart. His mouth is filled with black blood, and he is writhing on the floor, before falling still...

 

                As the weight bounces on a branch and off his back, the mason goes to his knees and scrabbles for his bow. Rising up with the dark length of wood in his hands, he now abandons all pretense of stealth as he runs headlong into the light. As he runs, an arrow appears in his hand, and is cocked as he bursts in on the clearing. One instant his eyes take in the scene, before the arrow flies from his bow.

 

Failing an attempt to duck the limb thrown at her by Puk, Yeut winches as the branch cuts a deep gash in the side of her face. She raises a hand to knock away the limb and doesn't notice the attacking Garthang.

The great bear roars in fury, stomping through the woods, trouncing anythign in its way and looking about for a target.

 

Garthang attacks Yeut with his Axe and moderately wounds her!

 

Yeut's bow is knocked out of her hand!

 

Quickly, right behind Grimbeorn comes The Mad Eye crashes in with umbridled fury, much like a LIGHTING BOLT! Anyway, the loud man moves quickly into the clearing while his axe his swung back, eyes locked onto the one that attacks the child.

 

"Alright, Get the Spider out o' here Yeut! This place is about ta get filled with so many goblins, we'll all die, sinetad of the foolsih." these words are spat out as the axe goes swinging down towards Garthang's shoulder, hoping to bat him away.

 

Morgrim attacks Garthang with his Axe and moderately wounds him!

 

Hronegnir wields Longbow.

Hronegnir launches an arrow...

 

Hronegnir's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

 

Ashghash yowls as an arrow hisses through the air and embeds itself in her right thigh. Without much of a fuss she snaps off the wooden shaft and pulls out the arrow-head, fortunately not barbed like an uruk archer would use. She procedes to lick the blood off of it--red-eyes seeming to burn like embers she lunges at Haakon, another arrow narrowly missing her as the hooked tip of her scimitar goes to Haakon's stomach..

 

You attack Haakon with your Scimitar...

 

Your attack against Haakon lightly wounds him!

 

The bleeding Dale man sees the lunging orc and rolls toward her feet to avoid most of the blow and strike out at her knee with his dagger. A vicious slash is aimed for the tendons at the back of the joint as the scimitar grazes across his ribs, opening a fresh but very shallow wound.

 

Haakon attacks you with his Dagger!...

...and you parry his attack with your Scimitar!

 

Screaming in pain, Yeut falls to the ground next to Haakon. She scrambles to reach her bow, and realizes she is badly bleeding from a slice along her side. Her attention is drawn away from her own pain when she sees her Haakon yet another hit. She cries out, trying again to reach her bow before either of them can be attacked again. Barely she hears Morgrim's voice yelling at her to flee, but even if she could rise to do so, she couldn't leave her Haakon. Finally she grasps her bow, using nearly all of her strength to hold it and load another arrow, firing at the beast attacking her man.

 

Yeut picks up a Longbow.

 

Yeut clumsily untangles her Longbow from the straps of the bulky pack on her back.

 

                 Garthang takes the blow to his shoulder with a roar, tipping to one side and nearly falling. "Tree hugger!" he growls, "Curse you and the light!" his curses fly viciously, proving his tongue as foul as the body which holds it. With the woman forgotten, he launches himself at the man who dared strike him.

 

Yeut launches an arrow...

Ow! You've been injured for 10 hp's by the bowshot.

ARB: Please RP this injury accordingly.

 

 

Garthang attacks Morgrim with his Axe and moderately wounds him!

 

The great bear lunges between the trees, eyes settling on the orc attacking Yeut and the Dale man. Swiftly, the bear flies that way, looking to mow down the orc, or at least knock him out of the battle.

 

Puk simply starts moving back and tossing stray objects mostly rocks... Yelling out, "<Morian Uruk> Ashghash It getting a little crowded at Dis partay... Me thinking we RUN ?" Puk then hurls another rock at Yeut before he contemplates what way to run away in.

 

Great_Bear attacks you with his Beijabar Fists!...

...and he misses!

 

Shimzak looks up and shakes his head "wher 'm I? Wha' happ'nd?" He looks blearaly around and mutters "muusta been onna 'dem balrog cursed squrrils"

 

And the Great Captain was caught unawares, while in the midst of staying free of Yeut's arrow, he left himself open for the attack from Garthang. A Brutual yell erupts as bloods spurts out from his chest as a deep gash is now seen. The White eye fixes it's hypnotising look out onto the Orc's own ferals eyes, before he roars out louder charghing right for the one before him, axe swinging madly.

 

Morgrim attacks Garthang with his Axe, but he misses by a handspan.

 

You paged Black-Bear with 'feel free to have a go..just be gentle ;)'.

 

Ashghash's deflects Haakon's dagger with the curve of her blade but in so doing she leaves her herself open to another arrow, one that nicks her left side, not too long ago wounded and side..the damage is enough to make her growl though. Whether by luck or by skill she dodges the Great_Bear's attack and seems to be emboldened by it..shouting "Ghash! Ghash! Moria!" Again as she turns and makes another hacking cut at Haakon's belly..

 

You attack Haakon with your Scimitar...

 

Your attack against Haakon terribly wounds him!

 

Shimzak stumbles off through the woods, heading the the general direction of the camp, hopeing he doesnt run into any squirrils

 

Cursing loudly as the arrow flies astray, Hronegnir latches another arrow in his bow. The scimitar striking in to Haakon draws his eyes, and a whispered plea to his arrow launches it on his way towards the orc attacking him.

 

Hronegnir launches an arrow...

Hronegnir's bowshot hits Garthang, badly wounding him.

 

Her man being killed before her, Yeut fights to keep tears at bay. This is no time for crying. She needs to see to fire again at this beast. Loosing an arrow directly at the creature's neck, she fires again.

Yeut launches an arrow...

 

Yeut's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

 

A sizable creature emerges from one of the tents within the camp. As it looms up from teh darkness it becomes evident that this is no orc but a troll. As the sounds of a battle reach the slightly grime filled ears of the troll, the stone beast turns to survey the scene. The olog mutters something and then reaches back into the test, seeming getting ready to go join the fray.

 

The miss only angers the bear even more, as it turns again toward the orc Ashghash. Rearing onto its hind legs, the bear takes a swing at the beast that attacks Haakon--its claws looking to remove the goblin's head.

 

Great_Bear attacks you with his Beijabar Fists!...

...and he misses!

 

Garthang says in Morian Uruk, "      Garthang laughs orcishly at the man striking at him. "Ya think you hit Garthang when play fair?" he snickers, as he dodges the axe blow nicely. And turns to help Ashghash by leaping Yeut, his strike being aimed towards her shoulder blades. He calls to Shimzak "Why leave? Partay just starting?"

 

Garthang attacks Yeut with his Axe and badly wounds her!

 

Yeut's bow is knocked out of her hand!

 

Haakon misses the orc's knee and everything else with his wild dagger swing and curses. He watches as an arrow graze the she-orc and then catches the swing at his belly. Kicking his legs against the ground he clears just enough distance to instead take the blade deeply into his thigh. With a animalistic howl in pain, he hurls his dagger with all the force he can manage at Ashghash in fury.

 

"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" yells the Mad Eye as he misses his target, dodging both a mis fired Arrow out of nowehere, and Yeut's own shooting. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" and with that, he manages to spin himself about before charging Garthang again,t his time the Axe going for the goblin's neck and or head.

 

Morgrim attacks Garthang with his Axe, but Garthang parries the attack with his Axe!

 

Shimzak finnaly recovered from the knock on the head, wanders around, somewhat emboldened by his experiance and looks for someone else to jump on

 

Haakon throws a dagger...

 

Haakon's dagger flies wide, doing no harm.

Haakon removes Dagger.

 

Yeut wields Slender Fishknife.

 

A great rumbling thud rings out over the sounds of struggle: doom. A rolling beat follows it: boom. Another hammering thud: doom.

 

And now the metronomic clatter of marching, ironshod feet joins the thundering drum-beat. Leaves rustle and branches are smashed. Black figures stream into view, dozens of broad-shouldered orcs in mail and sashes, bearing scimitars and spears.

 

A great iron-shod foot slams down, snapping a thick branch. At the top of a slight rise in the woods stands a figure shrouded in black, man-high, snarling, its broad shield held grimly up before it. The branches above obscure much of the moonlight, but a pale ray of light falls coldly upon the orc's breast, dancing glittering over brilliant white armor.

 

 

                And soon as the arrow flies off, his eyes stray to the tents of the camp. For now larger problems are evident. "They have a troll!", shouts Hronegnir.

 

The bear pauses even as it swings, so that its attack misses the orc. A sniff of the air, and then the bear turns and is off and running, trouncing on orcs as it pounds through the woods, headlong into the oncoming troll. With a growl, the bear puts his teeth into the attack.

 

Only partially gnoring Morgrim's orders to get away, Yeut reaches out to grab at Haakon's shirt to pull him out of the creature's reach. As she crawls, she swings her own knife at the beast's legs in defense of her man.

 

Yeut throws a dagger...

 

Yeut's dagger throw hits Haakon, severely wounding him!

 

The dagger lies now upon the ground now at his feet.

 

Yeut removes Slender Fishknife.

 

Shimzak notices Yeuts open back and leaps! Landing solidly he knocks her to the ground, and by some strange twist of fate, hits his head on a rock! he is yet again knocked out and lies on the ground on top of Yeut

 

The Hammerer, Ashghash, throws herself to the ground at the very last second--Great Bear's claws only managing to rip some of her filthy black hair from her head, sending a crazed look of pure blood-lust into her eyes. A dagger impacts in the blood stained ground around her.

 

The sound of drums instantly tells of the Gothshaka's approach and the She-Orc raises her blade, shouting in a cruel tone "Durbmog Ghash! Durbmog Ghash!" and then rounds on Haakon again, laughing evilly..as she moves over him, bringing her blade down point first towards his already wounded midriff

 

You attack Haakon with your Scimitar...

 

Your attack against Haakon terribly wounds him!

 

Great_Bear attacks Molly with his Beijabar Fists and lightly wounds her!

 

                 Garthang is now finding himself outnumbered, but seeing his king moving forwards, he knows he has but some time to fight before help arrives. "Durbmog Ghash!" he screams for all to hear. Turning to glance at Morgrim, he manages to parry the attack before swinging his axe in a wild strike at Yeut, his chosen target for the battle. Yellow eyes flame wide and bright, and his mouth his drawn open in a enormous roar.

 

Durbmog of Moria advances at a leisurely pace down the wooded slope, leaves and twigs crunching underfoot, pale mail gleaming. He flicks back his cowl contemptuously, his helm beneath as brilliant white as his mail, draws his black war-hammer with a grim smile.

 

"Durbmog ob Ghash!" the King of Moria roars. "Durbmog comes!"

 

Garthang attacks Yeut with his Axe and moderately wounds her!

 

"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" roars out Morgrim as Yeut doesn't seem to listen and even in more futility as his axe is parried. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" and with that the Captain swings madly again, aming to split Garthang like a log.

 

Froth and spittle leaves as his battel cry leads him on.

 

Garthang collapses to the ground, defeated by Morgrim!

 

Garthang's weapon "Axe" falls to the ground...

 

                A Troll, and now reinforcements. Not looking good this night, but what has been started must be finished. As the white mail of the lead orc comes down the wooded slope, Hronegnir's aim swings between Durbhmog and the troll. And then the arrow leaps forward as he makes up his mind.

The great black-furred bear opens its mighty jaws and roars again, charging up towards the newly-arrived orcs. Digging its back claws into the earth, the bear pushes itself forward towards a mighty orc, clad in mail, the bear's forearms swiping their long claws.

 

Black-Bear attacks Durbmog with his Beijabar Fists, but he misses by a long shot.

 

 

Molly stands up just in time to struck by a large bear. The she-troll stumbles, trying to regain her balance and grip the large battle axe that is now in her hands. With a snarl she turns, pure rage exploding in her eyes as he level's her gaze on the large bear. Such giant bears are known to the trolls of Moria, for they recently killed one of their own. Molly grips her axe tight and leaps at the bear with a snarl, "For Mol!" The axe in her hands lashing out at the large bear's head.

 

Hronegnir launches an arrow...

 

Hronegnir's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

 

Molly attacks Great_Bear with her Battle Axe, but she misses by a long shot.

 

Holding his wounded leg with his hands pressed to stop the bleeding, Haakon feels a knife graze across his shoulder opening yet another nasty wound. He looks in shock at direction it came from and stares helplessly at Yeut. Something in her eyes alerts him to the attack from Ashghash and he rolls aside, taking another grazing blow from her scimitar but in combination with his other wounds it is near enough to finishing him.

 

The Gothshaka takes great, broad strides, moving swiftly towards Morgrim, Yeut, Haakon, and their assailants. But what's this?

 

Swish! Great claws sweep towards Durbmog. The King drops to his knees, claws swiping over his head, then springs with a bellowed orcish battle-cry. His hammer's sharp spike swings at the black bear's outstretched arm.

 

Durbmog attacks Black-Bear with his War Hammer, but Black-Bear parries the attack with his Beijabar Fists!

 

Away behind the Gothshaka ob Moria comes another figure, though not one dressed in gleaming whitish mail - indeed, its polar opposite: black. Ashen black the chain links of Rukghash's armour seem to merely abosorb what little light there is. His face is grim - four parallel scars running across his face which are painted a bright red, blood perhaps.

 

"Durbmog comes!" Rukghash roars as he follows donwards, an axe held ready in his right hand.

 

The bear dodges to the side as the troll strikes back, the axe whizzing uselessly by. Turning, the bear goes at the troll again, claws hunting for blood and aiming for the beast's back this time.

 

Great_Bear attacks Molly with his Beijabar Fists and moderately wounds her!

 

Looks in horror as her knife embeds itself into her beloved instead of the vile beast attacking him. Blinking back tears she barely sees the axe coming down at her. She tries to roll out of the way but is held immobile by the unconscious orc laying on her back. She can duck her head as the axe comes down, cutting an even deeper gash in her right arm, leaving it nearly useless.

 

Ashghash moves to stand over Haakon, glaring mercilessly down at him..her scimitar lined up over his neck. The Blade rises and is brought sharply down, aiming to sever the head from the body.

 

You attack Haakon with your Scimitar...

 

You have defeated Haakon!

 

Your attack against Haakon fatally wounds and defeats him!

 

                 Garthang's back is turned, intent on slaying his target. He never sees the blow that may well claim his life. The sword slashes in, and slams hard. A horrible howl is jerked from his body as he flips back, shoulder blade split in two. Black blood pours out onto Yeut and Shizmak as he flies from the weight of the blow. Landing near Ashghash as she finishes her blow. He has time to speak but a little. "Durbmob ob Ghash. Help sister." and his eyes roll to the top of his head.

 

The spike of a massive hammer barely grazes the black bear's paw, slapping its arm backwards with a thud. Yelping harshly, the bear swings its other meaty arm in a back-slap towards its armored foe, teeth gnashed and snarling.

 

Black-Bear attacks Durbmog with his Beijabar Fists and lightly wounds him!

 

Molly lets out a shrill wail as the large bear's claws rip down her back. It is painful, but the she-troll has had worse from those of her own species. The olog spins as swiftly as he bulk will allow. Her axe whips out, not aimed but swung, hoping the bear's large frame will get infront of the axe.

 

Molly attacks Great_Bear with her Battle Axe, but Great_Bear parries the attack with his Beijabar Fists!

 

A roar of Victory errupts from Morgrim as he yanks his Axe back, and eyes turn as he hears the cries of Bear and orc alike, black blood freshly covering him from the massive blow used on Garthang. a Loud cry even still erupts as eyes flick over to where Haakon and Yeut lay, and he pauses, turning and calling out as he starts pumping his legs. A garbled cry of "NO!" leaves him even as the blow is sent down towards Haakon. Sneering, much like a maddned Dog, when stuck to much, he charges, lashing out, but not with teeth, but with axe. Quickly he lashes out, swining his axe for the Unprotected side of Ashghash, hoping to catch this one off guard as well.

 

Morgrim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

 

ARB: You've been injured for 9 hp's by Morgrim's attack...

...you have 39 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

 

But the great bear is too swift again, not stopping as its claws meet troll flesh, but lunging toward the ground to miss the swing. Down there, by the trolls' feet, the bear opens its jaws, teet going for a taste of troll feet.

 

Great_Bear attacks Molly with his Beijabar Fists and moderately wounds her!

 

Haakon tries to crawl away from the she-orc as she triumphantly stands above him. Seeing the scimitar coming down at him he feebly rolls away and takes it deeply into his shoulder near the neck. Not quite dead, but unconscious from the pain and blood loss for sure.

 

                Again the bow fails to be of any use, and in disgust Hronegnir throws it down. Seeing Haakon and Yeut struk down, and Morgrim strive endlessly against the remaining orc, Hronegnir takes off at a run toward the form of the big Black bear holding the reinforcements at bay. As he runs, the axe at his side is unclasped and appears in his hands. His target the black clad uruk.

 

Though the bear's great claws find no purchase in Durbmog's gleaming armor, the sheer force of the blow sends Durbmog wobbling back.

 

"To me!" roars the Orc King, raising his hammer with a snarl. "To Durbmog!" And he hacks at the great black bear's fist.

 

 

Durbmog attacks Black-Bear with his War Hammer and moderately wounds him!

 

Yeut picks up a Dagger.

 

Down. Down the hill does Rukghash begin his charge, his armour rattling against his body and shield lolling on his arm. Clash! Clang! The Talashakh slams his axe against his shield, giving a roar as he does so. "We are here, Durbmog!" Rukghash shouts in answer, picking the target tha has picked him. "Hah! Another lesson is due!" The Orc shouts at Hronegnir in his accented Westron - eyes glittering madly.

 

So Rukghash comes, his axe and the ready and swinging as he draws near the human - Whish! the axe slices down from on high at a diagonal, trying to remove the human's head.

 

Rukghash attacks Hronegnir with his Axe and badly wounds him!

 

Hronegnir's bow is knocked out of his hand!

 

Hronegnir brandishes his axe.

 

Coming from the camp comes the injured Maluuk Mashug, stumbling over some rocks and hiding behind a great tree. He looks at the battle, leaning on his massive black arrow, his shoulder still too hurt to wield it in battle.

 

The great hammer slams into the bear's mighty paw, crushing it down against the earth. The bear cries out, its voice loud and warbling. Its limb still caught beneath the hammer, the bear cries out again and slashes its free arm - and its long, sharp claws - towards the neck of the offending orc.

 

Black-Bear attacks Durbmog with his Beijabar Fists, but Durbmog parries the attack with his shield!

 

                The charge from the orc is too soon, as his axe gets tangled in his belt. And Hronegnir manages at the last moment to jump sideways as the opposing axe comes slashing down onto the bandages that already exist on his left shoulder.

 

                "Aaargh. Not the same place you vile mudhole!", screams the man as he rolls back and tries to chop Rukghash's feet from underneath him.

 

Hronegnir attacks Rukghash with his Axe, but he misses by a long shot.

 

Struggling to reach her Haakon, Yeut tries to wriggle from beneath the heavy body of the unconscious orc on her back. He's so much larger than her, its taking all she can do to move a few inches at a time. She manages to wriggle far enough to get hold of her knife and pull it from her beloved.

 

Molly tries to pull her big foot away from the bear but the she-troll is not swift enough. She pulls with all her might, trying to dislodge her foot from the jaws of the beast. It is obvious that this bear is too much of a fight for the olog right now and the stone beast tries to make a swift exit from this combatant.

 

Ashghash shrieks, a blood curdling sound, as Morgrim's axe bites through cloth, ringmail and flesh alike. She crumples to her knees, bleeding profusely from various wounds and gashes to her body. On her knees she is faced by the barely moving Garthang but her vison seems blurred and she doesn't get up. Her left hand hand claws at the dying uruk..

 

It must be the troll's lucky day, for the roar of another bear disrupts Grimbeorn's attack and he turns, looking for its source. Seeing the black bear in trouble, he turns, heading that way. His eyes are focused on the orc king as he heads that way.

 

Morgrim is not one for sympathy, quickly he draws forth his blade out of the side, grinning madly down on the orc before him. "You tool shall join him.." he manages out as he Axe is raised over head before going to slam down, viciously onto the Orc's form, as it appears she does not worry with him, this time.

 

Morgrim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

 

ARB: You've been injured for 9 hp's by Morgrim's attack...

...you have 30 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

 

 

Durbmog's pale eyes gleam like venomed fangs, with hunger and malice. His great black shield snaps up swiftly, the bear's claws raking deep furrows into the thick wood, slicing through the lacquered enamel and shaving golden ringlets off of the hardwood.

 

The Gothshaka bares his fangs, thrusts his shield forward and brings his hammer around, aiming to strike this paw also. "<Morian Uruk> To me!" he roars. "<Morian Uruk> Cowards! Do I have to do all the work?"

 

Durbmog attacks Black-Bear with his War Hammer and moderately wounds him!

 

 

Rukghash's own feet save him as he manages to avoid the low-cutting axe of the human. The orc's eyes glower down at the human as he rolls away, his lips twitching in anxiousness. "Arrrrhh!" Rukghash grunts loudly as he puts more force behind the strike of his axe, shifting his body weight forward in order to come within reach of the human. Whish! The axe dives down, craving more blood to wet its blade.

 

 

Rukghash attacks Hronegnir with his Axe and moderately wounds him!

 

Finally pulling herself from under the orc, and nearly exhausted, Yeut drags herself over to grasp the back of Haakon's shirt. Taking advantage of Morgrim's attack on the she-orc she pulls with all her might to get herself and Haakon away from danger.

 

Puk continues to hurl rocks but sees his Tribal brothers and sisters falling... Deciding he has had enough Puk rushes in trying to avoid attacks if he can and grabs. Seeing Morgrim attacking the fallen Ashghash again Puk picks up a rock and hurls it at him.

 

Shimzak finnaly wakes up again, seeing a much differnt battle going on, he quickly scrambles to his feet and sneaks around looking for live orcs, spotting Ashghash dieing and under attack he dodges in and hooks a hand under her undamadged arm, and begins to dash away, trying to get to Durmog

 

Enough--as the orc king hits his kin, the bear goes beserk, rushing Durbmog head on, trying to knock him off the shapeshifter.

 

Great_Bear attacks Durbmog with his Beijabar Fists and badly wounds him!

 

The heavy war-hammer again smites the black-hued bear, the tool of war bashing the bear's forearm. The bear emits a piercing shriek, its jaws snapping with the end of the cry. Its forelimbs almost limp, the bear tries to back away from the orc, snarling and baring its teeth, but little else.

 

The she-troll drops to the ground with a thump as the bear lets go. The olog quickly gets to her feet and lumbers off into the camp. She gets back to her tent and reaches down, lifting a large boulder off the ground. With a manly grunt the she-troll launches the stoine into the air, aimed basically at teh humans.

 

Molly wields Boulder.

 

                As his axe finds empty air where there was not so soon before an ugly orc leg, Hronegnir starts to roll out again. And so the blade only manages a channel in the mason's back. Wincing he rises to his feet and his eyes seem to reevaluate the skill of his opponent as he circles slowly.

 

                A feint to the left, and then the followthrough, a slash to the right aimed at the stomach.

 

Hronegnir attacks Rukghash with his Axe and moderately wounds him!

 

Molly throws a boulder...

 

Molly's boulder flies wide, doing no harm.

 

Molly removes Boulder.

 

Shimzak reaches Durbmog only to find him under attack by the same bear he ran into in the woods, he drops Ashghash and starts throwing rocks at the bear

 

Slish! Rukghash's armour does not hold so well to the force of the axe, giving way and allowing his stomach to be cut - though not deep. Black blood begins to seep from the wound and pour down his front side. Yet this does not slow Rukghash in his next attack. Turning away from the human's blow rukghash spins, and quickly, bring his axe down from across his body at angle towards the back of the passing human. The red blade - further coated with red blood - slices cleanly through the air for its target.

 

 

The black bear's claws may have had little effect on Durbmog, but the huge great bear literally sends Durbmog hurtling through the air, roaring obscenities and horrible curses. He does not sail far before a tree interrupts his flight with a great thud; the orc-king sinks dazed to his knees, doubtless bruised from head to foot at the very least, shaking his head to clear it.

 

 

Rukghash attacks Hronegnir with his Axe and lightly wounds him!

 

                The orc is quick no doubt, for even as the dark blood taints his axe, Hronegnir finds himself having to twist aside to dodge the bite of his opponents blade. Again.. not quite, for a new tear opens in his left side, instantly stained darker than the darkness of the night.

 

                A grunt, and he twists almost full circle, outstretched axe trying to strike the orc in its stomach.

 

Hronegnir attacks Rukghash with his Axe, but he misses by a mile.

 

Straining with the effort, Yeut drags herself and Haakon into the woods, away from the battle. She only hopes she has enough strength left to get them out of the way before anyone else attacks either of them.

Yeut follows a narrow path upstream.

 

Yeut has left.

 

Ashghash yowls again, twisting sufficiently so that the axe embeds into her shoulder rather than taking her head. She grimaces and manages, albeit barely, to rise staggering blindly away, caring more for her life than any more blood on her blade.. "Get..the Scout.." she gasps to Puk as she stumbles away..

 

                 Fading back into conciousness, Garthang's eyes flutter. The yellow pales quickly, as he watches Yeut drag her husband off. he turns his head again to look at Ashghash as she is dragged off. His body goes limp again. Into the vast darkness of a faint.

 

The wounded black bear continues its cries of pain as it stumbles away from the chaos of battle towards the thick underbrush. Its forelimbs shake and the bear's head bobs up and down with each step of its injured gait. Soon, it disappears into the wilderness.

 

O Ho! A Miss, but Rukghash is caught off guard by the strike of the human, having the leap out of the way of the blow. Yet still the orc presses on - axe dancing in his hand. A slipstep to his right and then again as Rukghash presses in on the human for another attack. Snap! With a sudden flurry Rukghash bolts forward, raising his shield before him and striking over head with his axe - trying to strike the human's upper torso.

 

 

Rukghash attacks Hronegnir with his Axe and lightly wounds him!

 

Black-Bear goes to the northeast.

 

Black-Bear has left.

 

Molly snorts as her boulder does not damage except to trees. The olog looks about for other things to throw when an idea strikes. She sticks a hand into her tent and pulls out a large, crude bow and a handful of arrows. The bow was made for Mol but now that he is dead, it is free for anyone to use. The she troll fits an arrow awkwardly to the string and pulls back. It is an odd sight but the olog lets tyhe arrow fly, not aimed well but sometimes you get lucky.

 

Molly wields Bow.

 

Molly launches an arrow...

 

Molly's bowshot hits Durbmog, mildly wounding him.

 

Puk continues to chuck rocks till he starts to see Ashghash getting up... He helps her up then nods to her and without a word quickly crouches down and snags up Garthang's axe and Ashghash's scimitar slipping them into an opening on Garthang's garments and armor... Once they are hastily placed he Grabs the Orc by the shoulders and starts to drag him away as fast as he can but not without a bit of struggle, "<Morian Uruk> You eat too Much!... Puk gonna hurt!.." Puk flinches as the pain from his back wound burns like a hot iron jabbed into his flesh and the salt from the sweat only making it more painful.

 

Turning away from Ashghash, the rock seems to roll off him, or have no effect, as the man turns and starts charging to go and help the mason. A cry is given as the black coated axe, is heaved back up. eyes are locking onto Rukghash as he too joins the fray once more, hoping to distract the orc, in order to help his friend escape. and so, a quick shot if given out towards the beast in order to distract him.

 

Morgrim attacks Rukghash with his Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.

 

Morgrim lights The Moon.

 

                A miss! And another attempt to dance away from the advancing blade. A hit! The human coughs up some blood as he sees another potential manly scar on his chest. A gleam appears on his face as Hronegnir grins wildly at his opponent.

 

                A step forward, and a doublehanded pull on the axe rising up from the ground trying to split Ruk in half all the way through.

 

Hronegnir attacks Rukghash with his Axe, but he misses by an arm's length.

 

Puk picks up a Axe.

 

Shimzak notices Puk and Ashghash and heads over to them, since the bear is gone, "use two needin help?" he asks, then without waiting for an answer gets under Ashghashs other arm and helps to walk her up the hill

 

Puk picks up a Scimitar.

 

Haakon follows a narrow path upstream.

Haakon has left.

 

The Orcish captain stirs, rising slowly, his black robes falling in tatters. He snarls, wiping blood from his lip with an iron-clad gauntlet, then turns to descend once more into the breach.

 

SLAM! An arrow strikes Durbmog in the shoulder, shattering on impact with his true-silver mail. He stares with bulging, furious eyes at the orcish arrow-head, roaring, "Who dares? Who dares to shoot the King of the Misty Mountains?!"

 

The orc again dodges aside the attack of Hronegnir, but catches a breeze on his neck from an attack thrown behind. Rukghash does not waver from his original target, however, pushing forward again for another attack. Rukghash slices out with his axe again, arm acting in a whip-like motion to add power to the strike. Slish! The axe cuts for its target, again seeking blood and glory.

 

Rukghash attacks Hronegnir with his Axe and badly wounds him!

 

Barely even looking at where the orc king lands, the great bear turns and runs through the battling orcs and villagers. Though the woods are run over by orcs, the bear stops, bellowing loudly as it rears up. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" it shouts. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Over and over again, the shouts echo through the woods.

 

"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" growls Morgrim as he swings the axe, this time for the soft bit of flesh behind the knee, in oerder to immobilize him. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" calls out the Captain as he swings down hard.

 

Morgrim attacks Rukghash with his Axe and lightly wounds him!

 

Molly drops the bow in her hands the second the arrow strikes the orc king. The she-troll tries to look as innocent as possible as the king demands to know who shot him. The olog picks up her axe and starts to head back towards teh battle, going slowly so as not to get a bear after he ragain.

 

Molly hefts the enormous troll-sized Battle Axe in both hands, securely, ready for a fight.

 

                And blood it finds, but not much glory, for the wild swing of his axe was a foolish way to open his guard. And so in the oily darkness, air seeps into the wounds of the stonemason. Let in again by an orc axe.

 

                As he sinks to his knees, his blood seeps out and the darnkess seeps through into his eyes. The attack of the Captain is in vain, for Hronegnir, master stone mason will never chisel stone agan.

 

Shimzak picks up a Dagger.

 

Shimzak after securing Ashghash, Shimzak looks around and sees something lieing on the ground "ooooohhhhh, shiney" he mutters and reaches down to pick it up

 

Durbmog bares his fangs, advancing in a rage. "Kill them!" he shrieks in a voice made nearly incomprehensible by his fury. "Archers! Fire volleys! Kill them all! For the Ghash!"

 

Slam! Rukghash's knee is hit on the side - thought not hard - by an axe from behind. Though not damaging, the blow causes Rukghash's knee to to give way - sending him spilling to his left in a roll. Even as he rolls upon the ground Rukghash tries to regain and reorient himself for the anticipated follow-up attack of the human.

 

seeing that the battle is turning out bad for the shapeshifters and the human are getting swarmed, Mashug starts to slowly make his way to the other Uruks, using his battle axe as a walking staff, still remaining at a safe distance of the major fights.

 

Shimzak runs up to Durbmog "sir sir sir! Wese in deeeeppp sir! Dat bear dere! he been killin everybody! WE GONNA DIE WE GONNA DIE WE GONNA DIE!!!

 

The bear turns, heading toward the woods--and suddenly, he seems to be a bear no longer, but a huge man. As he runs--dodging through the trees, he stops momentarily to stoop down and pick up a longbow. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he calls loudly. His path takes him near Morgrim, and he calls again. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

 

Great_Bear unwields Beijabar Claws.

 

But there is no Attack that follows for the Captain quickly runs forward and grabs the lifeless body of his friend before him, as a tear seems to roll down his cheek, stained with black blood, with that he starts to run, just as the Laird ordered, and try to head upstream.

 

Puk drags Garthang away quite a bit before he feels safe enough to hoist the Orc up onto his shoulders. There is a popping sound in Puks spine and lets out an unpleased groan hoping his back doesn't give out before he can make it to the camp. Slowly he limps back to Camp with his heavy burden.

 

"Shoot the bear!" roars Durbmog, thrusting his hammer into his belt, slinging his shield over his shoulder, and removing his bow from its quiver. On the positive side, it hasn't snapped. On the other hand, it needs stringing. Durbmog fastens the bowstring with nimble fingers, bends the bow. He shakes with rage.

 

Durbmog takes off Wooden Shield.

 

Durbmog wields Khorlagh Bow.

 

Braced for impact, Rukghash rises quickly yet soon notices the human carrying his companion away. "Another lesson!" Rukghash shouts after the running pair, bouncing his axe in his hand. Quickly, Rukghash takes two bounding steps forward and then puts his body behind his throw. Arm hurtling overhead and then wrist snapping forward - the red Goblin axe spins out through the air, whistling its deadly tune.

 

Rukghash throws an axe...

 

Rukghash's axe throw hits Morgrim, mildly wounding him!

 

The axe lies now upon the ground now at his feet.

 

Rukghash removes Goblin_Axe.

 

Still running, Grimbeorn dodges behind a tree as the orc king shoots...and then he is gone, disappearing into the gorge and calling for his folk to follow.

 

Grimbeorn follows a narrow path upstream.

Grimbeorn has left.

 

The Axe skims along his shoulder, cacthcing some flesh and cloth onto a tree as he yanks away, darting off, and off up stream. And soon, hopefully the two are gone.

 

Morgrim follows a narrow path upstream.

Morgrim has left.