OOC: Have we managed to assemble into a ring of defense at all?
Yes, I realise that the PCs are trying to form a defensible line.
I did create a mud-map of everyone's relative positions, but in the end I thought it more appropriate not to post it yet since keeping the players somewhat "in the dark" is rather realistic given the present circumstances. I.e., it is dark, and there is a madly chaotic battle erupting.
Soval was on guard not too far from Hollin Gate. He is aware that Orcs are rushing the camp from both ahead of him, and behind him.
I have him back-pedaling in the melee to join his Men in the camp. He will be there this up coming round.
"It seems that doom has comes early", whispers Legandir to himself. He drops his magnificent bow to the ground, arms his Rivendell shield and pulls Morfil from its sheath. It's blue fire is resplendent, fueled by so many of the foe.
"For Urbrinduil, for Rivendell!" he yells, and charges into the thickest of the enemy.
Lómëluin moves to protect Norin and Eohild, guarding them against attack and trying to get them to the centre of the (hopefully) forming circle.
"Lómëluin many thanks, you are a friend I will never forgot", crys Éohild in a loud whisper with all her strength as an encouragement to her protectors. She has never felt so hopeless before in her life.
Last Edit: Nov 6, 2011 4:27:19 GMT -6 by heartless
[Hinterlands] Rufus Brandystoe (the quick), Halfling, (Locksmith extraordinaire), Thief 1 [Moria] Lady Éohild (Noble of Rohan), Women, Fighter 3
Baraglin curses himself for assuming the big folks knew what they were doing. "Of course we get attacked, nobody wants me to get a good nights sleep in the ghastly place."
Baraglin is not going down without a fight he would back himself up towards the cliff wall make sure there are plenty of people in front of him. If anyone seems "lost" he would have no problem barking orders at them to form a line - in front of him. "You dwarves prepare a shield wall, they are coming through the camp, give him hell, make them pay, form up now!!!!".
He would have his sword ready, but look for chance to either use his sling or throw a Flask of Oil on the fire, he like to get the fire built up to shed more light and doesn't care much what fuel is used. If there is something light enough that can be easily soaked in oil and thrown in the fire he would do it. [So long as it doesn't belong to him]
"Courage, Lady," Lómëluin whispers back to Eohild; "I do not mean to die here and neither shall you."
His eyes dart every which way, trying to make sense of the chaos erupting around him. (He notes with some surprise the suddenly martial and order-barking Baraglin Banks. Who would have thought the Halfling had it in him? Perhaps he has been unfairly-dismissive of the Small Folk up to now. He hopes he will get the chance to say as much).
His priority remains to get Eohild to safety behind a defensive formation, (assuming Norin's still playing possum). After that, he wants to link up with Soval, locate Telthalion and hopefully get to the company's animals. He thinks they're going to need them...
Needless to say, any Orc trying to impede any of the above will incur his extreme displeasure...
At the cry of alarm and the clash of battle, Hrok son of Brok leaps into the fray, feeling as if he is a new Dwarf! He seeks to form up with the other fighters, claiming any attacks of opportunity or flanking blows as he may while answering the call to fall in.
"Take that, Ye lily-livered, steaming heap of troll dung!" curses Sili as he commits to the brawl. He will use his flail to smash any orc who threatens Norin, Hepti, Vestri, and the other non-combatants. Alf finishes off the wounded with gruesome attacks to the throat. "For the glory of the Dwarves!"
Post by waysoftheearth on Nov 9, 2011 6:25:09 GMT -6
Orcs press toward the camp site in a riotous stampede! Those pouring down the north-east defile come all but freely into the camp at the top end of the haphazard line which the besieged defenders are trying desperately to form up. 11 feral monsters hack and hew at whatever targets present with grievous maces, swords and hatchets.
Orcish blades and cleavers ring fiercely off steel and hack awfully into flesh amid howls and roars and cries. Dernfara is struck a zealous blow (20!) for [4dd=3,4,5,2] 5 hit points, but the ranger is not beaten yet. Telthalion, Ran and Sili are all scarcely missed (19), but Burmon, Einar and Hepti are not so fortune, all suffering solid hits for [2dd=2,6 and 3,6 and 3,2] 6, 6 and 3 hit points respectively. By some miracle, none of them fall.
But simultaneously the two other prongs of the Orcish invasion crash into the already stressed line of fighters, and a further 9 Orcs deliver savage blows, as mace and blade clash together in the mountain night sending sparks a-flying.
The Orc attack is brutal! Legandir, Telthalion, Eremin and Oin all dodge blows that might have ended them, but Einar the fighting-Man is smote for a second time in mere moments suffering a further [4dd=6,4,2,3] 6 hit points, and alas his skull is crushed in by an Orc most foul. Legandir dashes into the thickest fighting with Morfil a devil's blue fire, but he too is pierced from behind (20!) by a cunning Orc sneakin the fighting for [4dd=6,5,4,1] 6 hit points. Dalain is cracked a blow to the head for [2dd=1,6] 6 hit points, and Ran is gutted (20!) by a grim black pole axe for [4dd=4,4,5,2] 8 hit points and falls prone.
The surprise attack was most dastardly, and the battle is deadly in earnest, but a fighting company such as this is not so easily blunted, even in their night clothes! Lomeluin draws Andune, while Baraglin Banks the Hobbit shouts orders to form up as if he were Bullroarer himself!
Battle is given in return, with bright blades slashes and daggers stabbing fiercely, as the desperate line buckles, then rights again...
OOC: I think that means Soval killed an Orc not the other way around.
OOC: Well the round went so-so, not bad enough to feel like we need to run, not well enough to think we've got this. Soval lost two mercs, we downed 3 orcs but notice the wounded Orcs took some high damage. I think if we press on with a little luck next round we will see more go down.
Baraglin uses his size and speed to land a quick blow in the chaotic melee, stepping back for a moment to assess the raging battle. Hoping the line will hold Baraglin looks for any opportunity to back stab or at least land a blow with an engaged Orc, there by "helping" any of the fighters in the line. "Stand firm! The tide is turning, these Orcs will soon just be a Heroic tale over Tea and Biscuits!"
Last Edit: Nov 9, 2011 10:13:10 GMT -6 by mgtremaine
If Lómëluin has been able to get Eohild clear, he lays her on the ground gently, then turns to meet the uncontested attack from the North-East.
If he can see Legandir anywhere in this madness he calls to him; "You seek doom? It lies this way! If you would sell your life, do so for its full worth!"
To any other members of the company capable of bearing arms but not yet in the shield wall: "Follow me!"
And he charges the oncoming Orcs, the mallorn and green leaves on his shield gleaming in the moonlight, his elvish blade glittering like ice.
(O.O.C: The above heroics depend on whether he is satisfied Eohild is in no immediate danger. If leaving her would expose her to attack he will instead stand guard over her, cutting down any Orc that comes within reach of his blade.)
Any chance of that map, Ways, or is all still chaos and confusion?
Legandir grins wildly at the dark blood seeping from his wound and, unable to hear the words of Lómëluin over the din of battle and pounding of blood in his ears, instead hews his way into the orcs before him with wild sweeps of the gleaming Morfil.
Soval Orc-Bane will stand his ground, hewing left and right and encouraging the others -
"Hold fast, fellows!"
Soval eyes the landscape for the most likely path of retreat, in the event that they must break and run, so that he may help the others along it. A weight grows in his heart as he sees so many of his men fall; they knew the dangers, but he cannot help but feel sadness at having brought them here to die in darkness.
Baraglin observes the actions of Lómëluin, Legandir and the others and is struck by realization that these Elves and Half-Elves are true hero's with bravery bordering on madness. He also knows deep down that he lacks that same conviction, with a "gulp" in his throat he shouts more encouragement, hoping desperately that the battles turns before his courage does.
OOC: Fingers crossed for lucky dice this round!!!!
A Arbenbard.... a Largo B Balain....... b Baraglin C Celglin D Dernfara..... d Dalain E Eohild....... e Elindir G Glorban...... g Legandir H Hallam....... h Hrok I Einar . ............. l Lomeluin . ............. m Miodvitnir N Nat.......... n Norin O Yori......... o Oin . ............. p Hepti R Eremin S Soval........ s Sili . ............. t Telthalion U Sutherland... u Burmon W Deorwyn . ............. y Ymir
If I'm reading this right, Eremin will duck down and to the right (on the map) so as to have the holly tree at his back and to be on the opposite side of the orc Hallam is fighting; that way we can concentrate on that one.
Dieter the Deathless, anger-fueled fighting machine.