Lancir Misolen
Warrior
"I'd Rather die on my feet than live on my knees"
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Post by Lancir Misolen on Jan 7, 2006 19:53:14 GMT
30,000 of khands troops Ented the forets of mirkwood and began there attack burning nadk ill who they could The King Lancir At the head slaying nad hanging any evles he cou
20,000 Swordsmen
10,000 Horse men archers
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 7, 2006 21:51:19 GMT
From the east came the Dwarves of Erebor, however they bore no flag of representation. They could have been from anywhere.... This way no one could know they were from the Lonely Mountain.
Close to 35,000 strong attacked the Eastern Flank of Khand's army as the Southeron portions of Mirkwood erupted into flame from enemy barrages. Both the Dwarven and Dale Archers with Infantry poured into the enemy lines. The durable and blood-thirsty Ogres were held back for the final wave.
Orre rode overhead atop of his friend and Dragon, Korr. The beast let out a mighty, Earth-shaking roar as it flew down and scooped a handful of a dozen or so orcs in his talons and dropped them into the depths of the chaotic mess of a frey below. As Korr swooped down and grabbed another fist of creatures, Orre outstreached a thick fist. Imediately, to the Khandan's southeron flank, a large fissure cracked open, and every unfortunate soul dropped into it with loud suprised cries.
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Lancir Misolen
Warrior
"I'd Rather die on my feet than live on my knees"
Posts: 201
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Post by Lancir Misolen on Jan 7, 2006 22:35:31 GMT
Lancir laughed as his forces pulled out of mirkwood and headed towarsds moria.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 7, 2006 22:59:01 GMT
The Dwarves were ordered to turn back and head back to Erebor imediately. They carefully covered their tracks, and were ordered to kill any and all scouts from enemy camps that would be following them.
On the borders of Mirkwood they made camp for the night. Orre and Korr remained airbourne for a while, searching around for reassurence.
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Post by Siranna on Jan 7, 2006 23:20:41 GMT
Siranna rode into the encampment, black blood stained her armour but she ignored it. She then seeked the Dwarven lords but was told they were gone. They dwarves said she could wait in their tent. She bowed to the tiny man and thanked him; she walked into the tent and sat, awaiting their arrival.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 7, 2006 23:25:32 GMT
When the two finally landed, Orre was approached by one of his commanding officers. Told was he that an Elf maiden was awaiting him in his command post tent. He arched a suprised eyebrow and walked through the enormous encampment until he found the correct tent.
Opening the flap he stepped inside. There sat the lady of Mirkwood, to whom he bowed low to in respect. "M'lady, the armies of Khand attacked you. Since we were nearby, I found it only right to confront them. The cowards retreated shortly after the battle progressed, but still much was ruined. I will be sending scouts for the clean-up effort tommorrow."
A scout rushed breathlessly into the tent. "Sir! We just recieved word from Erebor. Arnor's men attacks us sir! We believe more are to come."
Orre frowned. This was disturbing news... "Lady Siranna, will you aid me?"
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Post by Siranna on Jan 10, 2006 5:15:42 GMT
Siranna nodded. "Of course I will master dwarf." She said and sent a man to ready the troops.
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