Middle-Earth battlefields

[Mannath]

"Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty! Twenty-one!..." yelled Cara as she shot the orcs from her tower. Fégonel run up from the stairs and went to Cara.
"The orcs have broken in! Come, Cara, we have to stop them!" she took Caras hand and pulled her down the stairs, as Cara yelled: "Wha? Why are you stopping? Le'mme go!"
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When they got down to the battlefields, they could see that the orcs run to the fort. "Oh my god! It cannot be! We were almost there..." Cara seemed to be very dissapointed. "Don't you worry now," said Fégonel, her best friend. "Come on, lets go and call for a help! Lets ride to the city! Then we can take 'em!"
"Alright," said Cara. She looked back. "Hold on..." she mumbled, looking at the flaming fort. "We will be back soon, I promise...!"
"Cara! Come, we don't have so much time left!"
And Cara went.

[Jaraxle]

ooc: If I knew where we are, I could enter properly.

[Shadow]

ooc: the topic says it all: you're in Middle-Earth. Tolkien's land. The Lord of the Rings, you know... ;D

[Mannath]

OOC: Everyone, POST! And if you'd like to play with another character in this RP, just make a new thread in Bio's Board!

[Jaraxle]

ooc: What Country/ Region? Mirkwood? Rohan? Gondor?

[Mannath]

OOC: I though that is Rohan....

[Jaraxle]

ooc:I just wanted to check. Now I'll intro my char.

Kithkani danced his blade dance, taking Orc after Goblin after Orc. He loved to do swordplay, for not the thrill of killing, but he saw it as a dance. He loved this dance, and had charmed several ladies with it. During the dance, his elvish ears would let him know where to turn if a new opponent came.

[Shadow]

Eotheld pulled on his armor-coat.

"More Orcs are nearing from the East, sir," said the scout who had just arrived. "What will we do?"
"Clean up the battlefield. Prepare the men for ambush. I will be with you shortly," Eotheld said, fastening his sword Hethereld on his belt.

Suddenly, another Rider stormed into the tent. "Sir," he said, looking fairly surprised, "Someone is keeping the Orcs back. Alone. By the way he fights, I think he's an Elf... We better go and help him out."
"Your advise is good," said Eotheld. He took his mantle, helm and shield and exited the tent.
"So much about a good ambush," he grumbled as he stacked the shield on his saddle and mounted on Umberlee.
He ordered to blow horns for gathering.

[Jaraxle]

Kithkani worked left, right his feet making him twirl and his blades flash. He had his eyes closed, feeling the beat and movements of his dance. He cut more Orcs down, and they began to keep a steadypace awayfrom him. He was going to enjoy this day.

ooc:Kithkani's profile will be under Eotheld's.

[Shadow]

Eotheld rose his spear. The green ribbons shined in the sun.
"Forth Eorlingas!" he yelled, and with that battle cry the mass of 200 Riders of Rohan charged the Orcs who had just passed the strange Elf.
The Orcs were caught unaware while they were still trying to keep away from the Elf. The Riders made a quick progress and moved forward like a tidal wawe. All who stood before them turned and ran, or died. The Riders themselves suffered only a few losses.

In little time Eotheld made it to the Elf. "Greetings to you," he said and dismounted. The battle was over clearly. The Riders were hunting down the last survivors of the Orc party.
"Who are you and from where do you hail? I owe you the lives of many Riders, as this battle would have gone long without your help."

[Jaraxle]

Sheathing his blades, Kithkani bowed toward the rider.
"I am Kithkani Nailo, Ranger of Mirkwood. And no thanks is necessary, as I love the dance and despise Orcs. May I have your name rider?"

[Shadow]

"I am Eotheld son of Eothein, Fourth Degree Captain of the Rohirrim Amry and leader of the men of Westfold," said the Rider. "I am to dispatch the Orc hords that have invaded Rohan, and word has come to me that a stronghold to the north has been fallen to them. I have heard that two of your kin were the masters of it, they were called Cara and Fégonel. Perhaps you want to join us to see justice done and meet the masters of the stronghold? We surely could use your swords..."

[Jaraxle]

"I would indeed be honored to accompany you, Eotheld son of Eothein." Kithkani said bowing again. Whistling, Kithkani backed up a couple spaces. Out of nowhere, a beautiful black steed came up, and Kithkani mounted.
"Shall we head out, horse-lord?"

[Shadow]

Eotheld blew his horn. The Riders gathered behind him. He counted them. They had lost no men, but two of them were lightly wounded. "This battle was won easily," he mumbled. "But there is more to come."

They began riding northwards. While on their way, Eotheld questioned Kithkani about the state of war near Anduin, and heard that Beornings were keeping things under control.

After a three hours ride they spotted some white towers. "That, my friend, is Minas Menel, the Citadel of the Sky, as we call it, and it belongs to Fégonel the Elf," said Eotheld. But as he spoke, a red and black flag appeared in a castle turret. "Well, now it belgons to Orcs anyway," he corrected. "But not for long, as much as I can help it..."

[Mannath]

"You wait here!" said Fégonel to Cara, when they finally reached the borders of Mirkwood, and went away. Cara looked around. She had been in Mirkwood only one time. Cara thought that she'll find her friend Deretheld from here. But when she went to his house, it was empty, and Deretheld was gone, with all his things. "What the hell...?" mumbled Cara. Suddenly she heard someone yelling: "Caraaaa! Cara?! Where did you go now? I told you to stay here!" Cara looked out and saw Fégonel with at least 1000 elf-warriors. She run out. "But... Are we going to win now?" Cara asked. "I'm not quite sure, but it will be possible now, don't worry." and Fégonel patted Cara. "Lets move now!" and Cara and Fégonel started riding back to Rohan with a hord of elves...