The Spreading Shadows

[Alcorad]

One-hundred Thousand, garbed in red marched towards the Iron Hills. They had idly been biding their time, waiting just outside of Erebor for the chance to strike. With Kili's host a many day's march away the armies of Rhun, Erebor, and some from Arnor moved into ranks before the Iron Hills. Arisk stood at the head of the army while the one controlling each of these affairs watched intently from Erebor awaiting the smoke of battle to arise. The chants began and as the armies made their way to the dwarven gates they began to chant loudly as they had in Erebor. "Gurthang, Gurthang, Gurthang!" The great ram in the shape of a dragon slowly made it's way through the ranks.

Arisk raised his hand and pointed it towards the rocks around the Iron Hills. "Fire!" Immediately boulders were hurled from the onagels, and trebuchets towards the rocky walls that surrounded the gate. The Ballistas were pushed into the front of the ranks and many archers took positions around the gate while the dwarves that had succumbed to Doren's rule moved ahead of the rest with the trolls while the other trolls brought for Gurthang behind. "Gurthang, Gurthang, Gurthang!" They chanted on.

[Kili Redtears]

Thrarin ordered the catapultes be readied to fire at his signal, the dwarves were ready for an attack, Kili had foseen it, but he had not expected anything this large in force, soon the catapultes were ready and fired down at the enemy force and at the battering ram. 3,000 malitia were callled together and made ready for the coming battle.

[Kili Redtears]

((Have you quit the attack, or not.))