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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2011 5:44:40 GMT -6
"I cannot hear myself think with that racket" hisses Legandir as the clunk and rattle of the cart rings down the passageway. "They will be cursing this banshee's wail in the Shire!"
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Post by Mushgnome on Sept 11, 2011 9:56:29 GMT -6
Sili (Int 8) whispers "Maybe the hole in its chest has something to do with these strange-looking flagstones?"
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Post by ehiker133 on Sept 11, 2011 13:22:35 GMT -6
Norin (Int 9) nods sagely in agreement.
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Post by doctorx on Sept 11, 2011 13:50:05 GMT -6
Lómëluin steps back from the body, carefully avoiding the suspect flagstones. "A spear trap of some kind?" he speculates; "And reset by the looks of things. We'd best find a way to trigger it from a distance." A grim smile comes over his face; "Who knows? It may be there is a use for the Lady's precious cart after all..."
He suddenly cocks his head to one side, listening intently. Is that a sound he hears back in the shadows behind..?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2011 17:02:55 GMT -6
With some elven affinity, Legandir crouches suddenly as Lómëluin also senses something is wrong. Holding his Rivendell bow and arrow in one hand, he swiftly draws Morfil a handspan from its sheath to see what counsel the elven blade bears.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 12, 2011 4:34:03 GMT -6
The bright metal of the blade has an iridescent silver-blue glow about it, and the keen edge of Morfil does glimmer like ice under a full moon. This council can mean only one thing -- Yrch!
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Post by calithena on Sept 12, 2011 6:57:46 GMT -6
Soval smiles at the Lady's kind words, but then winces at the noise of the cart as it rolls forward.
"There is great danger down here. I can see many uses for the cart, but perhaps we would be better served to come back for it when the need is more urgent? We may bring all Moria down upon us if our signal is too loud..."
(perhaps by then the Orcs will have attacked them with surprise...when he can Soval will fight back of course, taking special care to defend the one to whom he speaks.)
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Post by doctorx on Sept 12, 2011 9:58:15 GMT -6
Seeing the blue fire about Legandir's blade Lómëluin spins about, arrow set upon bow-string, searching the darkness for his most hated of enemies...
As soon as he has visual contact and a clear shot he fires.
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Post by coffee on Sept 12, 2011 13:10:05 GMT -6
Eremin will call out to the rest: "Orcs!"
Then he'll move to defend himself and the hobbits, until the real fighting-men can arrive.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2011 17:21:21 GMT -6
Legandir resheaths Morfil and brings his bow to bear on the ruckus near the mine cart. Nonetheless he keeps a wary vigil on the way ahead from the corner of his eye, lest the enemy be more cunning than is his wont.
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Post by Mushgnome on Sept 12, 2011 18:14:19 GMT -6
As soon as Sili hears Eremin's call for help, he and Hepti will move to rejoin and defend the party against the orcs.
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Post by ehiker133 on Sept 12, 2011 19:45:45 GMT -6
As soon as Sili hears Eremin's call for help, he and Hepti will move to rejoin and defend the party against the orcs. As does Norin, spinning about and charging forth with his war hammer. "Ahhh! This is more like it, Sili," he huffs as they charge back down the hallway.
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Post by sulldawga on Sept 12, 2011 21:09:23 GMT -6
Largo squeaks in dismay as he espies the orc horde on approach.
"What fools we are to have wasted time with this cart full of scrap!" he mumbles to no one in particular.
The hobbit will fire off a sling stone at the head of the closest orc and then take cover behind the cart.
OOC: no idea what ol' Largo had in his hands but I'm hoping it was a loaded sling.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Sept 12, 2011 23:06:27 GMT -6
Arbenbard: "Nat! Defend the party!"
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 13, 2011 5:53:37 GMT -6
Very good.
Initiative is rolled for the Hobbits and Eremin [1d6=3] versus the Orcish enemy [1d6=1]. Everyone else is surprised.
Baraglin Banks is a quick witted Hobbit, let it be said, for almost as soon as Eremin cries out his warning he slips behind Eohild and into the Troll den with his sputtering torch. Largo is a braver, or perhaps more foolish, sort for he was dawdling with a stone in his sling all this while, and all of a sudden lets fly his stone [1d20=18] and his aim is as good as his eye! The first of the ugly Orcs cops [1dd=6] a swift rock to the noggin for 6 hit points, and pitches to the floor, but by then there already seems to be a tide of the monsters trampling over it!
Both Eremin and Largo, at least, have the shelter of the mine cart.
Black arrows snap from cruel, short bows, zipping among the startled company [2d20=9,13] the first evil arrow punching Barald the Old Boar squarely in the small of the back as he jerks up from his labour pushing the mine car, the second bouncing harmlessly off Eohild's shoulder plate as she turns to see the oncoming enemy at last.
Barald suffers [1dd=4] 4 hit points (he has 5 of 9 remaining).
And now the Orcs charge home, crashing mightily into the company's ranks with jeers and howls and scything blades of grim iron. Their breath is hot and foul and the stench of them is a fearsome thing. Their beady eyes burn red with hate as they deliver their devilish blows [3d20=19,12,9]!
Barald and Eohild are overrun, and Soval finds himself beset! Blows clang and ding off armour and hastily raised blades, and in all the din Eohild is gored by an Orcish spear for [2dd=3,4] 4 hit points (she has 10 of 14 remaining).
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 13, 2011 5:56:21 GMT -6
That, gentlemen, was the surprise round.
The passage to the mine car is overrun with enemy; a mass of dark, long-limbed, supple fiends who slash and stab with rude blades and fight three abreast in the wide passage.
Barald and Eohild are all but surrounded in the fray, and there are Orcs already clambering over the mine car with evil intent!
And now...?
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Post by calithena on Sept 13, 2011 6:43:42 GMT -6
Soval curses himself a fool - intemperate words are one thing, battle another. Since he gives light to the party, he will battle with sword alone. His tactics will be to fight forward through the orcs until he can shield Barald and Eohild, and then, if he can, help them both enact a fighting retreat with him, so that they can all fall back as a group to a more defensible battle line.
"Friends! We are beset!" he calls out as he steps forward with his sword...
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Post by doctorx on Sept 13, 2011 7:32:19 GMT -6
If Lómëluin has a clear shot, he takes it and reloads.
If not, he judges the situation too serious to waste precious time hunting for an opening. "Hold here and bring down as many as you can!" he barks to Telthalion in Sindarin.
He then draws Andúnë, sets his shield on his arm and rushes to meet the Orcs clambering over the cart.
"Well met, filth of Sauron! Thought ye the Firstborn were all gone into the West? Learn otherwise to your sorrow! LORIEN ENTULUVA!"
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Post by coffee on Sept 13, 2011 12:52:19 GMT -6
Eremin will hunker down behind the mine cart and stab upwards into the orcs' bellies as they climb over the top.
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Post by sulldawga on Sept 13, 2011 20:17:42 GMT -6
Largo will continue to mutter complaints, but under his breath, so as not to attract undue attention. He will also shift his sling to his off-hand and draw his dagger.
If any orc has its back to the hobbit while attempting to engage a larger foe, that will be Largo's target (with the dagger). If no target is any more inviting than another, he'll go after the orc climbing across the cart.
Should this process be taking too long, he'll simply drop his sling, rather than switch hands, to speed things up a bit.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 14, 2011 3:35:33 GMT -6
Here is an approximate view of the situation at the beginning of the round...
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A Ardenbard a Largo B Barald... b Baraglin* E Eremin... e Elindir G ......... g Legandir H ......... h Hepti* L ......... l Lomeluin N Nat...... n Norin O Eohild... o R Beranger. r S Soval*... s Sili T ......... t Telthalion U ......... u Burmon*
* Lantern/torch
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Post by calithena on Sept 14, 2011 4:56:41 GMT -6
Soval's strategy is thus to hack his way forward towards the cart until he has everyone, including Barald and the hobbits, behind him; then to effect a fighting retreat until their group is all together. His first priority is protecting Lady Eohild.
In light of the large force attacking, IF there is another light behind him in the eastern party, he will set his lantern down and ready his shield before he fights his way forward. But if this will leave things dark in the event that his lantern-light dies he'll bite the bullet and try to get people out with sword and lantern in hand instead.
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Post by heartless on Sept 14, 2011 6:30:55 GMT -6
Soval ... tactics will be to fight forward through the orcs until he can shield Barald and Eohild, and then, if he can, help them both enact a fighting retreat with him, so that they can all fall back as a group to a more defensible battle line. "Friends! We are beset!" he calls out as he steps forward with his sword... Eohild swears disappointed not to have posted a guard for an event such as this. She is spurred on with the calls from her party. She will use her sword and shield to fight back. She will take a step back and holding her ground near the mine cart so she is not surrounded by attackers on all sides, and to allow Largo and Eremin to attack also. Eohild calls out to Barald, " Fall back behind the mine cart for you are out numbered friend!".
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Post by crusssdaddy on Sept 14, 2011 7:23:28 GMT -6
Arbenbard falls back behind Nat and away from the Orcs.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 14, 2011 16:37:15 GMT -6
Arbenbard falls back behind Nat and away from the Orcs. The Candle Burner is wise indeed
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2011 6:24:54 GMT -6
Legandir lets fly a feathered shaft from his bow of Rivendell at any of the foe in clear shot.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 15, 2011 7:37:04 GMT -6
The clamour of battle breaks upon the company as a tide upon rocks!
At the pointy end Eohild and Barald are immediately beset by uncountable enemy, rushing around them, past them, and right at them, stabbing and slashing viciously with weapons of bleak iron. The noise is staggering, the blows buffeting at them like hammers at anvils.
Barald has no pause to un-sling his woodsman's axe, just barely drawing his dagger in time to [1d20=15] thrust it into the first of the Orcs pouncing upon him [1dd=2] pricking it in the chest for 2 hit points as the Orc pack hammers at him without mercy [3d20=3,2,2]! But these Men of Mirkwood are made of tough stuff. The Old Boar, a black arrow in his back, negotiates a dozen hatchet blows and does not falter yet.
Simultaneously, Eohild finds herself with her back to the wall with two enemy jabbing at her as other rush past behind them. She manages to rip her sword free of its scabbard and give the Orcs pause enough for her to also shoulder her shield, and not a moment too soon as the Orcs drive home their advantage [2d20=16,12]. Hard blows smash repeatedly at her Rohirim plate armour and Horse Lord's shield. The sign of the White Courser is dashed as her shield is splintered under the attack (Eohild sacrifices her shield rather than take a wound). [1d20=3] her counter is unbalanced and ineffective.
Meanwhile, Baraglin Banks slips away form the worst of it into the Troll den, but a sinewy Orc has sniffed him, and follows after...
Now Largo is hunking right down behind the mine cart, almost beneath Eremin, as he pulls out his untried Shire made dagger. A fine mess this is Harfoot, he tells himself -- now he'll find out whether Bungo Weatherbee's smithy arm was worth the coin he trusted to it...
Eremin, meanwhile, springs up to stab an Orc as it bounds recklessly off the back of the mine car and over the top of both of them as would a ravenous hyena. Now that [1d20=16] is a nasty surprise which ever way you judge it. Eremin jabs his sinuous blade into the unsuspecting Orc's soft parts from beneath [3dd(including backstab dice)=4,5,6] causing it to tumble squealing and cursing. It is sorely wounded but not finished, and now it has a fierce eye on Eremin!
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 15, 2011 7:43:20 GMT -6
Soval rips his sword from its sheath as he swings about and wades into the onrushing storm of Orcs, striving to reach Barald and Eohild with his lantern flying as widely as his shearing blade.
But the Orcs are already flying madly at him, even as Nat Pickthorn and Beranger hastily attempt to form up a battle line. The Orcs hit [1d20=4,18] with a wild clatter. Nat deftly avoids the worst of it, but Beranger takes the brunt and is pierced by a black blade for [2dd=2,6] 6 hit points. He staggers on. Soval is met head on by two great, loping Orcs [2d20=12,18] who beat and smash at him with heavy cudgel and crooked sword blows. He suffers a ringing blow against his mail for [2dd=2,3] 3 hit points before he can retaliate. But then Soval's bright blade is everywhere; cutting, stabbing, slashing [2d20=14,4] at the enemy. And he doth roar as he gouges the bolder Orc [2dd=4,5] with a deadly throat wound for 8 hit points, dashing out its windpipe with a glut of black blood. Nat and Berenger also fight back [2d20=12,10] and Nat makes purchase with his weildy flail [2dd=1,1] clipping his adversary's skull for 2 hit points.
As this madness unfolds Arbenbard retreats behind the fighting Men just as the innumerable Orcs smash into them, hitting and screaming wildly as they slash all about with their cruel weapons. But alas! One of the loathsome monsters slips unnoticed between Nat and Berenger in the fighting and sneers right at Arbenbard as it comes on toward him -- a long, curved knife in each of its gritty claws...
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Post by waysoftheearth on Sept 15, 2011 7:44:39 GMT -6
At the other end of the passage Lomeluin judges instantly that the delicate precision of archery will be useless here, and exchanges bow for sword and shield as he challenges the enemy, unconsciously switching to the tongue of his forefathers that Orcs should yet fear.
Norin and Sili, turn upon the old enemy grim faced, and wordlessly set into a determined, unfaltering double-time march aimed directly at the fray, as though the pair of them deem themselves the rightful Masters of this place, and the Orcs merely an inconvenience to be swept aside as a fly swished away from dung.
Legandir, Elindir and Telthalion follow with bows ready. Burmon and Hepti hold nervously where they are.
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Post by ehiker133 on Sept 15, 2011 7:48:28 GMT -6
Norin and Sili, turn upon the old enemy grim faced, and wordlessly set into a determined, unfaltering double-time march aimed directly at the fray, as though the pair of them deem themselves the rightful Masters of this place, and the Orcs merely an inconvenience to be swept aside as a fly swished away from dung. ^This^
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