Attack on the lonely Mountain

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg drove through the troops of Erebor, beheading Dwarves and turning them to stone as he passed. He heard the roars of his Snow Trolls as they were attacked by the Ogres. In a flurry of hair and his shining sword, he rushed from the battle to where the Ogres were. Jumping onto a fallen rock from a catapult, which he used to boost himself higher into the air, he launched himself onto the back of an Ogre. He wrapped one of his arms around the fell creatures neck, being swung to and fro as it frantically tried to remove him. He swung his sword around the Ogre's giant head, pulling it back to imobilize it's eyes. As it cried in blindness, a chill gust of wind came down, seeming from the darkest halls of Carn Dum itself, and the Ogre slowly began to freeze as it batted its arms in the air. In moments, complete petrification had occured.

Morsereg jumped down, looking at his masterpeice once before watching his Snow Trolls. They were tall, vicious demons, and were an even match for the Ogres, armed with large maces. He could feel it...an old power was approaching. One that could destroy the Wights, along with Morsereg's Necromantic Works. He whistled for his Fell Beast, who came flying to him with a scorch mark on his neck. In moments he took to the sky, scouting areas, scouring the land for any sight of the enemy, away from the battle.

And there he came to spot the settlement of the Gondorian forces, causing a nod from Morsereg, who returned to the battlefield unseen. He called for a retreat, or so it seemed. His army pulled out, leaving the main battle instead to march on the Gondorian encampment, for if they could pick off one army at a time, why not do so?

And thus it was that the army of Angmar arrived at the Gondorian camp, snarling foully. As the battle began, Morsereg saw Aragorn make his way to the Wights, pushing Angmarian orcs out of the way to make it to the ghastly beings. "That way," He urged the Fell Beast, who dove down to strike at Aragorn, slashing at his back once before Morsereg jumped off, standing before him, gripping sword tightly.

"Long time no see," He grinned devilishly, "Thorongil," The grin slowly formed into a smirk, "Yet I vastly doubt that is your real name,"

((I'm assuming this takes place after the meeting in Pashaar))

[Orrë the Wise]

Korr growled as he picked up more souls of Arnor. The Dragon flew over Murazor at close range and dropped all ten of them men on top of him then flew off to cause more damage to the enemy lines.

The Ogres fighting Angmar's Trolls were fussing angerly. It was like fighting with a little kid half your size. Weaker than you, but not willing to get up! As frustrating as it was, they kept up their battle, killing when they could.

The Mountain Giants on the rocky Erebor were much more successful, however. Alll several thousend except a small handfull remained fighting! They hammered the worn Khand and Anorian forces with boulders left and right, giving it all they had.

The Men of Dale, infantry and archers alike, along with the Dwarves fought on still in the ranks of strong, holding their tight position against the Khand and Anorian forces.

[Valdrik]

Valdrik, along with his general Sophianna arrived at Erebor along with five thousand head of cavalry. They had a swift ride from Enedwaith through Moria and now stood watching the battle unfold before them. He saw Arnor's banner, along with that of Khand and Mordor as they assaulted the front lines. He smirked in approval as it seemed the forces of his allies had the upper hand. He watched curriously as the troops under Angmar's banner pulled back, heading to some other locale, and in the distace he saw the lines of Lorien and Gondor. This is where his cavalry would strike, leaving the main battle at the mountain for his slower foot soldiers to tend to when they arrived.

Valdrik lifted his sword and let out a mighty battle cry, signaling his arrival to the field. As his cavalry charged forward his allies seemed to fight on with even more vigor. As the men approached the lines the drew arrows, releasing a mighty volly into enemy formations that would try and breadk the charge. The then drew swords, decapitating enemies as they galloped through.

[~Tom~]

Miraculously the ten men survied, due impart on them missing their inteneded target and landing on the soft bodies of dead dwarves that surrounded Murazor.

As he gazed upon the dragon he sheathed his sword and suddenly his arms started to crack this would take a lot of his power to do this but if successful he would do damage , a lot of it . Slowly he started to grow scales all around his body and flames erupted about him until they died down and alas they stood a great red dragon with golden like scales at its underbelly . And slowly it started to flap its wings and suddenly he was up after korr , he himself would be a match for the dragon same in size but he had a upper hand , he was part valar after all.

The Arnorians saw the sight and cheered this was there surprize the red EAGLE , and slowly the calvary pulled back from both flanks and came to the back of the dwarvern hosts and charged them from behind, trapping the men in the middle inbetween the wedge formation of the foot soldiers and the hoofs of the knights of Arnor . It was amazing how far a bit of strategy would go .

[Alcorad]

The general of the central hosts stepped forward, Shranka, a stout orc that resembled a man. Perhaps he had been mingled in blood and cross-bred in the pits of Barad-dur. His black eyes surveyed the Ogres and Giants pelting the allies at the front lines but noticed that they too were taking heavy casualties, being forced to replace the ogres and giants left and right. The arrows of the archers of Khand and legendary Northmen were much more formidable the mere brute strength for it was a known fact that dwarves and the other great behemoths were not known for their percision but for the deadly impact they provided.

As the Mordorian ranks worked into the rear lines, the catapults were brought behind the first lines of pikemen and archers. The Catapults were well out of reach of the ogres and trolls for the most part except for those that were the most burly of their breed and even still the seige engines themselves were plated with iron so as not to catch fire easily. With a large order, the catapults were positioned, crates brought alongside them full of boulders by large Olog-hai assisting the in the works of the seige. They loaded the heavy boulders into the catapults. Shranka looked left to right, the powerful seige engines loaded and ready. The stones were wrapped in cloth and doused in oil. They were immediatly set a'light for maximum impact. "Fire!" Shranka shouted angrily and immediatley the sure thud of the shaft meeting the iron base sounded and the flaming stones were brought upon the ranks atop the gate, many of them aimed directly for those that hurled the boulders. While some narrowly missed and bombarded archers others made their mark and landed squarely upon the behemoths in Orre's service, crushing their ribs and knocking them from the high rocky revine or knocking their heads from their bodies causing a gory mess of black blood to spill down upon the archers before the body toppled down among the rear ranks.

Moans of agony echoed atop the gates among the dwarves steadfast, but futile war chants. The rain pelted their armor heavily, Lancir's sorceries taking effect and lowering the moral inspired by Orre. The forces of the dark smiled devilishly, they knew the elements were working in their favor and not in the favor the dwarves and any allies foolish enough to aid this pointless resistance.


Alcorad looked upon the dragon in contempt and saw Orre upon it with one of his idiotic smiles spread across his face. He, Jadyis, and Theatana spurred forth on their great beasts and locked Korr in combat in mid-air. Three vicious teeth snapped dangerously at him while their horned wings battered his side and distracted his vision, a frenzy of wings working in the air. Korr let out a cry as he was attacked from all sides and yet another as the menacing form of Alucard lifted into the air to join the battle (thought i'd add that since it was previously ignored) Alcorad grinned devilishly, his crimson eyes locked upon Orre's with a malevolent smile. "Your death his coming nigh, dwarf!" he spat. "I have come to send you the Valar's regards. They regret to inform you that your mission here has come to an end." he laughed maniaclly, his sharp canines shining as they were pelted by the heavy rain.

[Orrë the Wise]

Korr roared as his claws made contact with an unfortunate Fell Beast's throat, which one, Orre did not know nor cared. He swung his hammer once more, but this time into the head of another. "Go back into the shadows, spawn of darkness!"

Moria and Mordor's flamming strategy was hardly any avail, however. Lancir's rainstorm was dooming them to fail! The rock of Erebor was not flamable either, so the stone on stone made no difference unless the catapults happened to make contact with an unfortunate Dwarf-Archer that was standing nearby. And the storm did nothing to lower the Dwarven Moral. All it was was a storm. Nothing more, nothing less, and certainly nothing the Dwarves hadn't seen before aside from the heavy nature of the fall.

The Giants were ordered back into Erebor, yet the archers remained strong in their several thousend spread-out ranks alone the ridges of the Lonely Mountain.

The Ogres and the Trolls of Erebor, seeing Angmar go to fight Angmar, marched back into the main body of the battle where Lorien was at their aid. The Ogres and Trolls ran forward into the enemy lines, litterally smashing their way into the enemy ranks.

[~Tom~]

Like lightning Murazor the red EAGLE made it to the fight in the air and in a flash the great dragon korr gave out a screech of pain as its tail fell to the depts below , and then he took his full size almost standing up and he faced the dragon his eyes flared up like lava , he would not lose this by a long shot , to long had this dragon pest been a thron to the Mordor and to him .

What form better to use then an eagle a sign of freedom to the free peoples and he enjoyed mocking them , for these so called great eagles had saved them form doom many times before.

[Garland]

((Ok, Murazor, nay on changing into a dragon, sorry. If you wanna ask Aaron if its cool, then do it, thats cool if he says yes, but until then halt it. Orre, you ignored Morseregs attack on Korr and don't dismiss Alcorad's attack on your dragon. He, and two of his minions is attacking your dragon. They are on fell beasts. Don't god mod and swipe them away with two hits. Thats a battle between YOU and ALCORAD, treat it as such, not as an NPC. As for saying strategies are useless, common folks, take your damage, all of you. Thank you.))

Now I'll clear the OOC again and things can continue

[Alcorad]

Alcorad grimaced as the beast swiped its tail and Orre swung his hammer. Jadyis' and Theatana's Fell Beasts reared back and closed back in for the kill, their mithril plating shining brilliantly in the rain. There were five beasts assulting the dragon, three of them more deadly than their mounts, and four of them were not so different in size. Biting, lashing, slashing, the beasts flailed about him attacking from the front and from the sides and from behind.

Meanwhile the catapults continued to fire at the archers on the wall while the pikement moved forward, taking not the troll's advances.

[~Tom~]

Slowly the aerial forces began to circle Korr Murazor was faster and more agile , while the fell beasts had the power , and there mounts to keep them form harm.

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir cursed the dwarf loudly and stopped the storm as he alone grabbed his sword smiling and he charged at the army striking down any dwarve that came near him this battle was doomed From the beginning he looked at a rock high up there and smiled as he struck down more dwarves they were no task for The Forgotten Istari .
"Come On Maia Is this all you have"
Lancir moved on drawing his bow and shooting at the dragon now from a rock smiling the whole time. Lancir watched as the forces of dark collide with the free realms and pretty much destroyed them lancir now stood as an archer striking down dwarves with his Arrows.

[Faron]

"To death with this cautiousness," Ashuron said. The Elvish Lord handed his bow to the Lorien flag bearer and drew his swords. He spurred his mount Arken onward, and the two of them surged forward, but not alone. A second after seeing their Lord move, the Army of the Golden Wood surged after him. Moving swiftly, they clashed into the frenzied frey, the melee fighters swinging their blades with Lorien's wild grace and the archers sending arrows at point-blank range into their targets.

Ashuron took notice of the catapults aimed at the Lonely Mountain. While yelling an ululating warcry, he signaled for an unit of cavalry to join him as he attempted to cut a path through the enemies to the catapults. Afterall, he thought, what good is a catapult when there's no-one to operate it?

[Alcorad]

(I did post this in my formations so its not random)

As the horses apprached Shranka gestured towards them and the pikes in the rear ranks moved into wall formation just as the elves approached and immediately a flurry of arrows were sent through the small holes made with indentations at either side of the sheilds. The arrows were laced with poison and met their mark in many of the steeds while the pikemen awaited the rest to come. The third division and a small section of the fourth division moved into the fray, Fell Steeds ridden by Dark Numenoriens and Warg Riders of the Black Land. They circled around the Orc hosts making for the rear of the incoming cavalry. "Lets go hunting, my pets!" one of the Warg Riders called out as he approached the enemy cavalry.

[Faron]

As they approached, Ashuron leaped off of his Arken at an angle, sending the wolf charging forward to rend the Wargs while Ashuron knocked into one rider, sending one warg rider flying off of his mount, a mount that Ashuron quickly leaped upon the back of, formed a "X" around the warg's neck, and slashed, slitting both sides of at once. As the beast crashed to the ground, Ashuron leaped off of its body to rejoin the furious melee. Although they were not quite as willing to give away their sanity for battle-lust as their Lord, the Lorien Cavalry continued to fight onward.

[Jadyis]

The Fell beast that Jadyis sat upon struck out with fierceness equal to its rider as Jadyis fought as one does with very little fear of death. The rain had weakned to her ability to call upon fire but did nothing to quench her bloodlust as her sword swang mecrissly at the Dragons side and flank. Directing her Fell beast with one hand she manned her sword with another, The rain had soaked her to the bone though she took no mind as the fell beast swooped and rose with a deadly grace. Below she caught sight of forces advancing and she grinned, she would join them soon enough.

The dragon howled as she landed a deep gash to its back, For a moment it would appear as though she would meet its fiery breath. Not that this would be of any concern for it would only serve to strengthen her. Grinning wickedly she continued her merciless attack.