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Post by Gelmir Elensar on Feb 24, 2004 16:05:48 GMT -5
The Young Elf,in his first battle,Had been left killing all the orcs that were behind the army or what was left of it so mant died that day he finished the orcs of easily and ran,Thinking this could indeed be his last day,he ran and seen 7 Great Elven Soldiers in the ring of Orc he thought and ran he was slicing orcs on the way he seemed to have joind the seven in the circle maybe even the circle of Death!(occ: i hope u dont mind me joining in ;D)
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 24, 2004 16:13:08 GMT -5
((OCC: Don't worry anybody can join))
Fëanáro saw the wraith and ran inside he grabbed a quiver and a torch which was on one of the walls, he went back outside and set one of the arrow shafts on fire.....
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Post by Gelmir Elensar on Feb 24, 2004 16:19:17 GMT -5
He Saw the mystical wraith as he had never seen such evil, He slashed orcs as they came ,When he got the chance he pulled out his bow and lined up....
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Post by Gelmir Elensar on Feb 24, 2004 16:25:30 GMT -5
He had a perfect shot on the wraith and took it he heard the scream of the wraith but never had time to see what happened next as 3 orcs jumped at him as he jumped kiked one in the chest slashed its neck and took the other two out"How long is this going to last!"
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 24, 2004 16:38:45 GMT -5
Fëanáro raised his 'fire arrow' to his bow, he lined it up, the string was burning, he took aim, it was about to give way, and he fired, he looked down and tried to put the fire out before his bow was burned and he heard the scream, "Bullseye or wraiteye." He said to himself, he forgot about his bow and he dropped it as it burned his finger, that was a good bow, he looked up and the wraite was almost at him, he lit an arrow and threw it at the wraite and hit it with the torch, the wraite stabbed Fëanáro in his side and he fell to the ground, he had had his share of pain today, maybe he would join Amras before this day was over, he did not know, all he knew was he was about to get his clothes dirty.
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Post by Gelmir Elensar on Feb 24, 2004 16:56:17 GMT -5
Gelmir seen this elf in pain and as he had saved his live he needed to repay his dept, He Ran to the already thrown torch it was nearly out Gelmir Blew on it it started to Catch up again as he was running he threw the torch it got trapped in between the wraiths belt "Am i lucky or what!"as the wraith Burned.
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Post by Galdor Nénharma on Feb 24, 2004 17:15:33 GMT -5
Galdor, lined up his bow on the wraith and started to shoot at the dreaded foe. He heard it scream in pain as fire caught on its cloak. The wraith ran behind the lines, and for a moment hope rose in the hearts of the elves, but then the ground started to shake. The warlord who controlled this foul hoard had unleashed his final reserves in the gamble to reverse the battles tide. The ground seamed to cry out in pain is the new enemy came into view...
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Post by Elenar on Feb 24, 2004 20:30:01 GMT -5
Mithraeyn gasped for breath, that encounter had taken much energy from him. He turned towards where the Nazgul had fled, and knew they would meet again. But next time, his sword Elenaril, Brilliance of Stars, would find that wraith, and it would pay for the death of so many Elves. Then, the ground began to shake. Suddenly, all nine Nazgul flew into the ravine on their Black Creatures while walking in through the orc ranks...a..Balrog of Morgoth? Mithraeyn shuddered. No way. This can't be. The Eldar can't stand against that. Not with so many already dead. The Nine landed and dismounted their foul steeds. Drawing their swords, they flanked the Balrog as they cut into the Elven lines. Any Elf who stood against them, fell. Mithraeyn readied Elenaril and called to the other Six. "My friends, this hour, we draw swords together against these dark ones. Here, we stand for the West. May we all honor our legacy and may Mandos have mercy upon us!" He began to stride towards the Nazgul, recognizing the one who had appeared before. That one will die, even if he died with it. Mithraeyn didn't care much of living anymore. So many had died, another dead in the Halls of Mandos wouldn't do anything.
((ooc: Galdor, I hope this wasn't too against what you were thinking.))
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 24, 2004 22:52:56 GMT -5
Camathar went stride for stride with Mithraeyn, right by his side. "My friend, it has been my honor sharing the field of battle with you today." His eyes never left those nine most evil of foes, and the great Balrog. As the few orcs left were finished off, though there were still many cowering behind the 'commanders', the remaining elves joined there ranks. There steps were brave and sure, never faltering. They were walking at a steady pace, advancing toward the evil enemies. It did not seem that fire would do them any good now. Camathar did not know how he was supposed to fight the Balrog, let alone the nine, but he paid that thought no heed, he felt he needed to fight for his kin, and he would...
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Post by Galdor Nénharma on Feb 25, 2004 1:01:56 GMT -5
((OOC: It’s alright Elenar. I was thinking more on the lines of 50 trolls, but this will do fine. But how are we supposed to take care of all nine and a barlog?))
Galdor’s felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. Except by the grace of the Valar, how would Imladris survive the day? The Barlog on closer examination wasn’t a large one, but it would be a great bane to the elves on this day. Galdor cried out, “Are there any survivors of Gondolin here? They might know a way to defeat this demon.” Galdor watched as the Barlog came closer. The orcs gave a wide berth to the demon, and the nine held back, content with the Barlog absorbing the brunt of the elves attack. The elves emptied their quivers on the fell creature, to no effect. This was going to be a black day.
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Post by manwe on Feb 25, 2004 12:57:27 GMT -5
((occ:i know im not in this roleplay anymore but im a wee bit confused. If all 9 Nazgul just got off the Fell beasts they were riding but isnt 1 on fire and there are only 9. Not being picky. Shall i be Elrond for the rest of the RP?))
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 25, 2004 16:28:04 GMT -5
((OOC: yea i noticed that when he posted it, i just ignored it though, i know what he meant. As for Elrond, I have no objections, either that or you can just be another soldier and give him a name))
"HALT!" echoed through the elven lines. Camathar stopped at the order as did all the others. He looked around the elven lines. "We are so few, how can we win this day?" Camathar questioned aloud.
((OOC: lol, I have no idea what were supposed to do, how are we supposed to kill the balrog let alone the nine, heh)
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 25, 2004 17:17:22 GMT -5
((OCC: It was Elenar's idea ask him.))
Fëanáro didn't want to die, he was too young! But never the less he would march into battle this day even if it mean his life, how were they to beat the balrog? Mortal weapons have no effect, if anything they needed a wizard......
((OCC: Hey Amras maybe you could come in as a wizard or something, just an idea.))
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Post by Elenar on Feb 25, 2004 20:03:17 GMT -5
((ooc:sorry guys for the confusion and what not. I spent the day thinking of a solution, so here goes. Oh, and we don't really have mortal weapons, we're Elves, and Ecthelion slew 3 and killed Gothmog as well.))
Mithraeyn looked upon the huge Balrog, in its fiery might. He saw the brave Elves who fell at the Balrog's feet, and rage gripped him. Surpassing even his wish to kill the Nazgul was this wrath. Just as he was about to charge at the demon, a sudden idea came to him.
Turning to his comrades, Mithraeyn shouted, "To the Ford of Bruinen! Hurry! And let the wrath of the valley unleash itself upon these foul beasts. "
A random shout was heard in reply, "We are to give more ground to them?! What point is that?"
Mithraeyn called back, "Here, we cannot last. Not against this enemy. We must go to the Fords!"
So the Eldar began to retreat slowly, making their way back down the pass. Several times, the Balrog attacked the retreating Elves, and all those times, Mithraeyn led the rearguard to counterattack. Thrice Elenaril met the attack of the demon's whip, and thrice, the demon fire was turned away. Soon, the Eldar reached the Ford of Bruinen, and all quickly made their way across. The Elves stood on the east bank, arrayed in ranks, and watched as the orcs, Nazgul, and Balrog approached the river cautiously. The orcs were first to attempt to cross, but the Elves, their arrow supply replenished by secret stores of quivers hidden in the trees, easily picked the orcs off. The Nine stood on the west bank, waiting in a line as the Balrog began to ford the river. But lo!, off in the distance, a great roar arose, and just visible, and ever approaching, a white row of cavalry charged down the course of the river, towards the demon.....
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Post by Galdor Nénharma on Feb 25, 2004 21:08:35 GMT -5
Galdor watched as the river closed in on the barlog. He had fought a rear guard action in the race to the fords. He had hoped desperately that the strategic withdraw wouldn’t turn into a full fledge retreats. Fortunately, this had not happened, and the enemy warlord did not seam to think there was any danger of an attack. He saw what he wanted the most, a victory, and the warlord grew overconfident. And as the river crushed on the Barlog of Morgoth, its fire started to go out. The elves cried out in victory. And as hundreds of orcs drowned in the flood, Galdor thought to himself ‘Surly it can’t be this easy.’...
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