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Post by ~Tom~ on Jul 24, 2005 22:47:33 GMT
Murazor faught valiantly , his sword dripped red and black blood , and he turned round and a great wolf jumped onto him knocking his sword out of his hand , he grabed its mouth stopping it biting his kneck sturggling to fight it off until he lifted his knee up and knicked it over his head, he reached out for his sword and it flew to his hand , and he spun it round building moementum , and he thrust his blade into the creature , and it gave out one last howl,of pain and life.
He looked up again and saw the armys of Enedwraith starting to block them in , he thought for a moement , and shook his head, the safest way out was blocked , and the mountains were trechuous , he called to the swordsmen to fall back to the second level, where it would be smaller and easier for them as the enmy couldnt use there full numbers on them , they fell back , he to ran back , and was one of the last up the hill , and he ran past the wall defence to the commander at the top and said " Prepare the men to make for the mountain pass" the commander looked at him and said "My lord , that path is dangerous , the mountain could throw us down , " Murazor thought for a moement and said "That is the only way , " and the man noded and started to tell the archers to fall back through the mountain pass'es they started climbing to there white peaks, but the swords men still faught on, and Murazor rejoined them,.
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Dorlas
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Post by Dorlas on Jul 25, 2005 3:55:59 GMT
The wild men were aroused in blood thirst and charged deeper into the dale, not caring about their losses. They wheeled their sabers and axes against the elves of Rivendell. Only deadly wounds could stop them but the other waves of Enedwaith's army presst mercyless forward. Soon all Rivendell was filled with warriors, and there was no spot where no blood covered the beautiness of the last homely house.
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jul 25, 2005 18:04:30 GMT
Murazor looked back at the mountain and saw that the elves were climing upon it well , and he yelled to his men " Fall back , fall back " they stopped there fighting and fell back to the mountain , Murazor turned round , and a wild men stood there , he felt a sudden rush of pain run through his body , and he looked down , and saw that he was bleeding ,he swung at the man , and killed him , and he pulled out his sword , and held hs wound with his one hand while running , it was hurting , he hadnt felt pain like that before, he finally reached the mountain , where he looked up , 10 elves surrounded him , while the other climbed upwards.
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Dorlas
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Post by Dorlas on Jul 25, 2005 21:51:22 GMT
The lines of the footsoldiers entered deeper and deeper into the dale and the rider kept close up behind them. Dorlas saw that Imladris would fall. He rode up into the middle of the battlefield, where was almost not enough space for his steed to find a place to stay, so many were the fighting men. But than, he noticed that the elves withdraw and retreated to a hidden path he didn't know. He rode to the head of Angmars host and said: "They fly pull back into the mountains. There must be a path or something. If you want your Bauglir and whipe out the elves, follow them, Enedwaith stays in Imladris." He looked over the place. "And as soon as your Master and my Queen can meet, they will decide what shall happen with this place. For that we keep it safe, so nobody else can take it."
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 25, 2005 22:13:03 GMT
Akhorahil shook his head, looking to Dorlas, "Nay. He is Morsereg's prize. Let him retreat. He can do no harm to us now, we would only lose soldiers if we tried to treck after him in the Mountains. He knows this land better than we." He called for a retreat of his forces, and they began to march back to their homelands. "It's over now. Rivendell has been conquered. The next step shall be determined by our masters once they meet."
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Dorlas
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Post by Dorlas on Jul 25, 2005 22:33:39 GMT
Dorlas nodded and looked around. "I shall stay here and clean up. Maybe the High Lords want to meet here in this pretty halls. A lot to brush and to wash away. The wolfes will be pleased, there is a lot meat for them tonight, no need of hunting."
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Ilmare
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Post by Ilmare on Jul 27, 2005 21:18:25 GMT
As soon as Ilmare arrived back in Rivendell, letters were set up to Lord Dindaedel, Kalas, Lord Garland and Envinyatar to invite them to the Council of Victory, to discuss the belongings of Imladris. Messengers were send to every army leader, to send word to their kings.
((I open the thread Council of Victory for this event.))
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