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Post by manwe on Feb 21, 2004 10:31:20 GMT -5
He just knelt there. It all came back to him. He remembered his family. He remembered everythink. Why now. When he was so near death.
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 21, 2004 10:40:18 GMT -5
Fëanáro awoke from himself, he got up and saw his friend, kneeling, he knew he was going to die and there was nothing he could do, he went back to the fight whice had moved forward, the elves seemed to have the upper hand, there was a chance, unless more orcs came, then they would be screwed...
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Post by manwe on Feb 21, 2004 10:43:41 GMT -5
Amras fell. He fell backwords. He died.
So here passes Amras Seregon. Son of Elro Seregon. Brave warrior of mirkwood.
((occ:Shall i be Elrond till the end of this roleplay))
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 21, 2004 10:54:39 GMT -5
Fëanáro went on fighting, he remembered Amras and he saw him. Lying on the ground. Dead. He didn't deserve to die. Fëanáro went over and picked him up, he took him inside and lay him down on a bed, he prayed that Amras would be in a better place then left for the battle field, "Today has been a day of death." He shouted, the elves heard him but went on fighting, they couldn't look away from their enemy, he say one elf who did. He was dead. "Today we shall win, many have fallen and you must avenge their deaths, you must fight for them, for the elven race, for the rangers, for everyone. Lye nuquernuva sen e dagor!" Fëanáro watched as the men and elves alike fought for each other, the alliance of men and elves was not dead and never would be, Fëanáro went into battle alongside his elven brothers.
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Post by Galdor Nénharma on Feb 21, 2004 11:38:23 GMT -5
Galdor was tiring from the battle. His sword felt like lead in his hands, so much pain, so much death. Then he heard Fëanáro’s cry of despair and the war cry. Renewed energy kindled in Galdor’s heart. He saw Fëanáro running to join the battle. Galdor brought his group of elves to intercept him and said, “It would honor me greatly to fight by your side on this dark day. We shall avenge all the dead today. May not one here orc live to draw breath when we are through”. And with that, Galdor branished his sword Amarth’hae, Doomgiver, into the light of the sun. “To me, to me,” cried Galdor “Rally our cause. Push this foul plague off of our soil.” And then he ran to meet the enemy...
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 21, 2004 11:50:11 GMT -5
Fëanáro ran into battle with Galdor, both blades drawn ready to spill some orc blood, the battle was won and he knew it, they all did but it was won at a great cost, the lives of many men and elves, akk they had to do now was kill the remaining orcs.
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Post by Elenar on Feb 21, 2004 18:01:17 GMT -5
((ooc: since Valandil hasn't posted for quite a few days, I guess I have to continue our part in this before the whole battle ends))
Mithraeyn watched as the last of the orc host moved into the ravine towards the Elven lines at the other end. The time was now. He looked at his few warriors. They would all fight well, he knew in his heart. "Everyone!"he called to his troops, "The time has come. Let us avenge our fallen brethren and brothers. This Pass shall be steeped in orc blood before we are finished. Draw swords!" Every single Elf and Dunedain drew their sword, and froze where they were positioned, waiting for the order. It came, "Herio! Charge!" They all sprang forth and charged at the back of the orc host. The two groups met in a clash of deadly steel. The Elves agilely attacking the orcs while the human Dunedain grouped together into a wedge formation and grounded their way through the orcs. Mithraeyn ripped his sword out of an orc skull and blocked the slash of another orc. He pushed its scimitar back and made a quick thrust, leaving the orc to deal with its slit throat. He moved onto another orc that was threatening one of his Elves. And he fought on.
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 21, 2004 22:32:01 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry, i was over a friends house last night and till 2 today, and then went to my older brothers house and just got back))
Not a single member of their group had fallen yet, while many orcs lay dead. The battle seemed to be going good, until another horde of orcs, reinforcements it seemed, came up behind the group. Camathar saw this and suddenly felt his heart drop. More? how could there be more. "My Friends! Do not let one foul thing live on this soil when we are done" Camathar stopped yelling to slash at an oncoming orc, and the new group was almost upon them. "We shall win the day, and be remembered for all of time!" then Camathar charged at the new group of orcs hoping some elves were behind him. He held his double edged sword in the air while running. "Gurth gothrim Tel'Quessir" this battle cry rang throughout the woods, echoing above the sounds of battle.
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 22, 2004 4:59:43 GMT -5
All of the elves were with Camathar, Fëanáro lead them into the battle and began to slash at the orcs, he knocked the sword out of an orcs hands then stabbed it in the head, he turned in time to kick an orc which was attacking an elf from behind, none had yet fallen.
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Post by Elenar on Feb 22, 2004 12:12:08 GMT -5
Mithraeyn sliced the head off an attacking orc, and backed up a little into the Elven lines for a breather. He glanced up, and saw Tondirr and his ten Dunedain charging down the ravine to attack the new group of orc's flank. Mithraeyn rallied some of his Elves to him and made a push into the orc's other flank, trying to sow some chaos into the orc host. He cut through a group of orcs, suddenly reaching the side of the ravine, where the orcs hadn't reached. Mithraeyn regrouped his Elves and charged at the orc flanks. "Gurth gothrim Tel'Quessir!"
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 22, 2004 17:15:07 GMT -5
Fëanáro saw a long bird in the sky, he took no notice and went on fighting...
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Post by Galdor Nénharma on Feb 23, 2004 12:37:18 GMT -5
Galdor was fighting hard when he heard a terrible cry. The cry came from up farther, “Nazgul there’s a Nazgul.” The battle had seamed almost won, but the orcs rallied to one of the nine and pushed back at the already strained Eldar. Galdor fought back desperately, and for a moment the orc ranks thinned, and he pushed forward. Only to discover a figure cloaked in black standing before him. Galdor remembered the Last Alliance, had actually had seen the Nazgul before, but fear welled up inside him all the till. With a faint quiver of fear in his voice, Galdor cried, “You shall not take Imladris, o Loathsome One.” The Nazgul replied, “Are you going to stop me, elf? The days of the Eldar are over, you will all die.” Galdor the said, “Then I shall die, but you will never be able to reach Valinor, so you are already defeated.” With those brave words, Galdor pointed his sword, and ran to fight the nazgul...
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 23, 2004 16:43:11 GMT -5
Camathar parried another attack, then reversed direction and sliced through the orc's helmet. He slid his blade out and turned around to find a new opponent, but thats when the nazgul cry came. The nazgul was not far from their position, and he saw an elf facing off against the evil being. Camathar sped off towards the brave charging elf. He rushed past the nazgul and tackled Galdor to the forest floor, rolling himself and the elf to the side to avoid a blow from a sword. "My friend" Camathar spoke to the elf, avoiding another blow by rolling on the ground, "This foe is beyond us, do not waste your life so." He had indeed saved this elf's life, but now they were enclosed in a circle of orcs and a nazgul! Now both of them would surely die, but Camathar felt he did right, at least he would die fighting beside his kin, and he had given this fellow elf some help, for a moment. The two elves stood up back to back, weapons drawn...
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Post by Elenar on Feb 23, 2004 19:54:07 GMT -5
Mithraeyn heard the screech of the Black Creature and looked up. He saw one of the black-clad Nazgul standing in its terrible might. He saw one of the Eldar warriors standing in front of the dark one. Then, Camathar suddenly appeared and pushed the other Elf down. The two were ringed by the Nazgul and orcs. Mithraeyn knew he had to do something. Rallying together as many of his Eldar and Dunedain near him, Mithraeyn led the charge to save the two Elves."Gurth goth saurar!" Mithraeyn crushed through two surprised orcs and reached the two Elves in the middle of the battle. In the middle of the ring of battle, everything seemed to slow down to Mithraeyn. He looked towards the Nazgul, who was now moving slowly towards him, it's sword raised. He heard dark whispers of Black Speech all around. Mithraeyn struggled to get his blade up to block, but he was moving oh so slowly...
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 23, 2004 21:10:52 GMT -5
There were only 7 of them in the circle, including Galdor, Camathar and Mithraeyn. The battle did indeed seem to move slowly, but only for the elves. "Is this some spell" Camathar said aloud, though he was not sure if anyone heard him. He raised his blade just in time to block an incoming attack. He looked to the side to see an elf fall to an orc blade. Camathar let out a low cry, almost a growl, as he swung his sword as hard as he could knocking the sword from the orcs hand, and then thrusting it through the things face. This time, he did not get his sword out in time, and was smacked in the face with the hilt of another blade...
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