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Post by Lady Isteleth on May 9, 2005 13:20:03 GMT -5
Isteleth made her way over too Miralyn when she noticed Sen's blood. she diverted her course to Silmariel and Sen
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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 9, 2005 16:28:56 GMT -5
It was time for the army to set out. All, except three trolls, were all awake. They werent far from Minas Morgul, only a couple hours walk.
"Scum, get moving!" Urlyyk yelled.
All the troops get on there feet, blew out there fires, and stood firm.
"We are almost there! March!"
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Post by Sen Starfire on May 10, 2005 1:35:25 GMT -5
*Sen was startled by Silmerien's question, and he held his hand to the corner of his mouth. He spun one of his swords behind him, felling an orc that had tried to hide among the dead.*
My lady, I will tell you all, when the time is right. Know now that I am a friend to men, elves, dwarves, and all good folk of Middle Earth. Gandalf has brought me here; yes, I have met with the wizard. He will reveal more, or allow me to. For now, he has bid me to keep silent about my past.
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on May 10, 2005 7:00:52 GMT -5
Miralyn turned around. There were more orcs coming. She shot 2. However, they kept coming, and coming....
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Post by Silmeriel on May 10, 2005 7:08:10 GMT -5
Silmeriel nodded, then vaulted toward Miralyn. Her swords flashed in the dying light as she fought fiercely
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Post by Lady Isteleth on May 10, 2005 10:32:31 GMT -5
Isteleth over heared what Sen said, she ignored it for the time being as a group off orcs where heading towards the way her mother had gone moments earlier.
She ran towards them
"If i only had my bow" she thought to herslef as she sliced through 2 orcs
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on May 10, 2005 10:55:28 GMT -5
Oh no. Miralyn thought. She was out of bolts. "Sen! I'm out of bolts! What do I do?" she yelled. The orcs were surrounding her. "I have a bad feeling about this." she thought.
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Post by Silmeriel on May 10, 2005 11:37:28 GMT -5
Silmeriel jumped into the circle of orcs around Miralyn. As her blade brought them to their doom, she tossed her quiver to Miralyn. "Made by Lady Galadriel- the arrows won't run out!" she called. "You're doing fine!"
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on May 10, 2005 11:41:14 GMT -5
"oh no." she thought. she didn't know how to use a bow. she aimed it. it was as if some magic was helping her. this lady galadriel must be awfully powerful. she continued fighting. she would like to meet the lady galadriel one day...
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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 10, 2005 17:32:17 GMT -5
A cackle sounded. It had happened. The army had reached Minas Morgul, the siege weapons aligned in formation.
"Okay, maggots, man the towers! Load the catapults! We march to Minas Tirith!"
Urlyyk's forces were tired, but excitment was more of a common sign now. Anxious for blood, they scurried to there spots. A warg was there for Urlyyk, and he mounted it. With that, the army made its way to Minas Tirith.
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Post by Silmeriel on May 10, 2005 17:42:04 GMT -5
"They're coming." Silmeriel whispered. As is my doom... she thought.
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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 10, 2005 20:50:09 GMT -5
the pace was somewhat slowed, yet not as slow as it would have been. Most of the orcs boarded the towers, while the rest stayed on the ground, but not in the way of the siege towers and catapults, so that they could move fast.
Urlyyk was grinning, fiendishly. He was ready to spill some blood.
"Pick up the pace, vermin!"
The trolls pushed faster the catapults bumping along the rocks. The orcs ran into the trees on the side, clearing the path.
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Post by Sen Starfire on May 11, 2005 6:53:14 GMT -5
*Sen began to fight more fiercely. He could feel the larger force coming, and this mess would need to be cleaned up before they came. He looked down at his side. A golden trumpet hung at his side. He had hoped that he would not need to use it until later, but there was no time. He sliced down four orcs, one after another, and reached for his trumpet. He blew a single note, that rang clear over the battle. It echoed back, louder, and suddenly there were fifty soldiers inside the citadel. This was his band; the Storm. They began to hack into the panicking orcs; nearly as skilled and as fast as Sen. Within minutes, the orcs were decimated, and the three left alive were fleeing. One of the Storm fitted an arrow into his bow, and felled one. Then another. Just when he was sighting on the third, Sen spoke.*
Stop, Raelun. Let him go. Let him bring the story back, and place fear in Sauron's mind. We are here now.
*Sen turned to everyone else, as Raelun lowered his bow.*
Is anyone injured?
(OOC: Curunir, why don't you have the surviving orc meet up with you?)
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on May 11, 2005 6:53:49 GMT -5
Miralyn looked at the horizon. There were drums in the distance. Oh no.
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Post by Sen Starfire on May 11, 2005 7:18:26 GMT -5
*Sen seemed to read her thoughts, and stood beside her.*
Yes, Miralyn. An army of Sauron approaches. We must call the Steward, and tell him to get the forces of Gondor ready for the strike.
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