Eww no, cruddly little hand spears, those.
The dropped characters will all live, though some of you will be on stretchers. As ever, the injured Elves will all heal perfectly.
The horseman rides hurriedly through the gates and dismounts, removing his helmet to reveal a scarred, worn face, as he takes in the scene around him, which the day since the battle has done little to clear up.
"The enemy have done their work today..." he mutters. "WHERE IS LORD BARANAR?" cries out Farael, in a loud voice.
"I am here," he says, walking down from a battlement. "Lord Farael, your presence is most welcome here at this time." As Baranar comes down, he notes the blood dropping from the mithril spike upon the lower handle of Farael's warhammer.
"There were still Orcs abroad in the hills," sats Farael, the emphasis on the past tense.
"Your forces are close?"
"Four hours, at most. Where are the King's ambassadors?"
That's the cue for you guys- those of you that came from Fornost, anyway.
(he talking to me or to Baranar? to me I suppose)
Well with the help of our wizard friend Palidan, we were able to get a decent idea about the enemies tactic. Which was to create diversion attacks to our flanks and rear to keep us busy. While the main force attacked the front gate. If they would have been succesful in establishing a bridgehead on any of the attacks we would all be dead. We fought them of quite well, just in time before the gate caved in. After that it was just a masacre in the courtyard which we won."...
...
..."As you can see we have a lot of wounded, also among the ambassadors but none died so we did good." "It was a good battle, it would have been an honourable death non the less."
"Yes altho it all appears as witchcraft to me, most unnatural but then these times seem to be unnatural. Anyhow Palidan is a great guy, one of the elves with a decent amount of respect for humans. But I shouldn't be badmouthing my elven friends they fought with honour and without them we would not have succeeded in our defence"
"Oh that's true you don't know the full story. Well Vardalain, Palanfirith and myself went back to Rivendell, or Imladris whatever you want to call it, to ask for aid and to ask for a cure for the mysterious disease that was lurking in here when we came, Palidan came back here with us along with a few others."
"I think I should meet these Elves..." says Farael. "Meanwhile, my men will be here soon. We will garrison this place."
"I'm sorry?" says Baranar.
"As part of Arvedui's protectorate, that would only be appropriate," says Farael.
"I've not signed anything yet!"
"I mean no offence, Lord Baranar. But I think the point is somewhat moot. You cannot deny that you are no longer in a position to protect your own lands."