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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 5, 2005 15:58:19 GMT -5
(Sorry i havent posted, got grounded)
Urlyyk marched the army around the Mountains of Shadow: dark, black, and bleack. Just like home. Soon, the grass uprose on the ground, though it was determined to live under the stomps of the army. Urlyyk's plan was to march to cross roads, but stay near the mountain side in case they needed its passages. In the cross roads, or around Minas Morgul, they would meet up with the siege materials, and then march on the White City.
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on May 6, 2005 8:47:51 GMT -5
Miralyn shot down two orcs. She was exhilarated. This was her first time in battle and she was ready to fight.
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Post by Silmeriel on May 6, 2005 10:22:11 GMT -5
"Sen. Where is their leader?" Silmeriel asked as she fought- no, demanded it of him. "I must know. Do not ask why."
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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 6, 2005 14:23:29 GMT -5
Urlyyk was approaching Ithilien, though it took a while. Rucuss arose from the orcs. "We're getting hungry. We want meat!" Urlyyk turned around. He signaled a halt. He strod up to the orc. "If it werent for a need to destroy the city, i would destroy complaining scum like you." He walked away, glaring at that orc. He signaled to continue the march into Ithilien.
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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 8, 2005 6:21:24 GMT -5
OT: were is everyone, i guess ill continue
Urlyyk eventually reached the forest of Northern Ithilien. The trees were being cut down, due to the lands new owner: Mordor. Gondor had lost control of these lands. Urlyyk hacked at bushes in his way, while the trolls stepped on or over them. They were hardly, yet still, delayed because of the constant turns they had to take through the forest until they reached a wide path, with hardly any trees. They had a while until they reached the end of Ithilien.
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Post by Lady Isteleth on May 8, 2005 6:50:46 GMT -5
Isteleth parried a attack and then sliced the head off, she ran towards the door she had managed to lock and seccure, but the orcs behind had begn to weaken the door, she hid behind a pillar and waited for the door to break and the orcs to come pouring through
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Post by Sen Starfire on May 8, 2005 9:40:15 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm not really able to post much weekends.)
*Sen hacked his way to Silmeriel. He was just about to her, when a group of orcs forced their way between them.* I don't have time for this. This will end! *Quick as a flash, Sen stowed his two swords, and brought out the sword that until now had remained in its sheath. Fire trailed off its tip, reminiscent of a winged form, and it screeched like a dragon of old as it sliced through the orcs in front of him. There was one left, and as Sen cleaved it in half, it burst into flame and ended up a mere pile of ashes on the floor. Sen spoke to Silmeriel as he drew up alongside her.* There, at the back. The one with the shield bearing the symbol of the Eye. That is their leader. *Sen put his greatsword away, the greatsword Urulokinaur, and took out his two swords again.*
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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 8, 2005 10:52:20 GMT -5
Urlyyk led the army past the halfway mark through Ithilien, though it would still take AT LEAST 1 hour to pass through. a strange noise distracted Urlyyk and caught his attention. He signaled for 20 archers to rally silently to him. "On my mark, fire into those bushes on those ledges." Urlyyk whispered silently. Urlyyk waited 3 seconds, then pointed his hand in the bushes direction. That was the signal. The archers fired. A squirell, red and lifeless, fell on the ground in front of the orcs' feet. "Well," said Urlyyk, "you scum got your food after all. Dont stop for the food. Eat as we go. MARCH!"
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Post by Lady Isteleth on May 8, 2005 11:40:21 GMT -5
nooooooooo not the squirrel!!!!!!!!
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Post by Silmeriel on May 8, 2005 17:05:25 GMT -5
No, he is not my death... she thought. She had seen the one at whose hand she would die. She closed her eyes, casting her awareness out over all Middle-Earth. She opened her eyes. "More orcs come. Many more. And their leader is the one I must fight."
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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 8, 2005 18:53:32 GMT -5
Eventually, they were about a mile away from the next region. The orc had ate his fill, hands hardly, but still bloodstained, his teeth and lips red. "We're almost there, maggots! We reach Central Ithilien, and cut into the Crossroads, and Minas Morgul!" The orcs let out a small cheer, but were to tired to do anything else. An orc, exhausted, exclaimed "We havent had a break. We need to rest! And food!" Urlyyk turned around, and because the orc was right next to him, punched him in the gut. "Fine, we have a break, but thats what you get for making your own orders. The trolls will be farther up ahead." Urlyyk signaled a sign showing the trolls to move fowarda bit, around the forest's border. The orcs started a fire... and more squirells were found... and deer as well.
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on May 9, 2005 7:10:08 GMT -5
Miralyn followed everyone, shooting orcs as she went.
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Post by Sen Starfire on May 9, 2005 8:22:42 GMT -5
*Sen looked at her, and nodded. He made his way to the leader, hacking the few left in his way. The orcs had not learned, not yet, that he was an oponent beyond many of them. He reached the leader, and the leader drove him back momentarily with his shield. The leader bashed Sen in the face, and Sen drew back, a small cut on his lip. Sen smiled, and cleaved the shield in half with one slice. In the same smooth movement, he knocked the Orc down and out. The commanders always had the information. He cleared the orcs from around him, and bound the commander swiftly. After he did so, he went back to help the others defeat the rest. A drop of blood, fallen from his cut lip, caught alight in a small burst of flame when it hit the ground. It was only a second, but it caught one of his allies' eyes.*
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on May 9, 2005 11:03:04 GMT -5
Miralyn looked at Sen. The blood- it had turned to flame! Miralyn decided she would ask him about it later. There was something about him. Something that reminded her of an ancient prince or someone of noble blood.
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Post by Silmeriel on May 9, 2005 11:05:15 GMT -5
Silmeriel smiled at Sen as she continued fighting. "You are one of the ancients, then?" she asked quietly. "A fire-bearer?"
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