USH'S LOTR RP Game part 2- The Fortress of Baranar

Errr, you can't grab Talin's axe by he time the figure gets here, he dropped it BY the figure.

aah Shit, is there anyone near the axe?

William, and no he can't.

It is about midday, Itarilde, but the sun makes little impact through the grey cloud and fog. You feel the chill again, but you know what it is now- your Elven spirit can feel the darkness that has gripped this land.

Such power is entirely beyond your ability to combat. In fact, you doubt there is anyone in Middle-Earth who could fight power like this. Thos owrris you, as to who could do such a thing. But you still do not know what exactly has been done, and you still not dare venture in any further.

You find the dead body whilst wandering south a little later. A man, in armour, you see slumped down the side of a hill.

"Who or what has done this?"
Itarilde finally decided it was probably best to go back,
who or whatever had done this surely can't be far off.... She could feel it.

Hmm... he's been dead for a little while. The body is cold.

And the face has a look of pure horror on it. There is burning all over his chest; the breastplate he wears seems to have just crumbled away at the front.

"that's strange...."
Itarilde wonders if this is related to the Fog and coldness,
If so (which I think is) this is definatly a dangerous place to be.
(Do I move on?)

(please do so if you wish, you may either move on, search the body some more, or try to find what killed him)

Itarilde, Fascinated by what could have happened to this man, Searchs the area some more. Hopefully finding some clue as to what could have killed him.

This man's sword is sheathed. He didn't put up much of a fight. Hir armour bears the royal crest of Arthedain- he must be from thar Royal Party you heard was headed in here. Not good news.

Something very heavy trampled the ground along here but there is no blood.

This man did not die of natural causes. That burn is not from heat either.

In fact, what killed this man was far from natural. His spirit has been destroyed- consumed, even.

Talin hurriedly helps Argentis finish up the binding, and backs away further. "The creature skewered me, Elf!"

After observing the corpse, and realising that his death was unnatural, Itarilde thinks it best she move on, hopefully not to find whatever had killed the man, or created this fog...

I assume it's panicked you somewhat as well, Talin, as Argentis is 100% man!

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Actually, Itarilde, the fog seems to be lifting somewhat- first piece of good news you have had for a while.

Which is why it is a bit of a shock when, as you travel over the next gentle hill, you come across a camp about a hundred metres down the slope in front of you- complete with weapons racks, lined up tents, and a snoozing orc sentry nearby.

ORC sentry!?

Orcs sleep during the day, this camp is at rest. But this is an Orcish military camp! What in Middle-Earth are THEY doing here?

Oh...I thought Argentis was half-elven... 😕

Talin tries to get on the creature's side, and tries a hard swing to it's leg.

They are obviously there for a reason..
Itarilde quietly(As an elf can..) Sneaked closer to the camp, to take a closer look.

Maybe they had something to do with that man? But his death was obviously unnatural, no orc could do that.
What about the rest of the party though? Could the orcs have them captive? Itarilde, whilst getting closer looks around for any sign of humans, or elves for that matter...

Anglomir hoists his sword out of the creature and lets any blows land on his shield.

(nope Zeratul was a half elf, Argentis is the half brother of Zeratul, from the human side)

The creature swings.

OW! That damn near broke your shield arm, Anglomir! You don't want to let that happen too much!

You hit it hard and penetrate, Talin. The creaure brings its sword down towards your face...

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It's a lightly armed camp, Itarilde. Not surprising- these people are WAY away from their supply lines. It is very risky for them this far out. No sign of capitves, what COULD they be doing here? And as you undersootd it, the Witch-King's Orcish forces were covered during the daylight hours by their Dunlending allies...

... UH-OH... there is aa Dunlending patrol coming your way!

Anglomir strafes to the creature's side and swings hard to try and cut it in half.

I engage the creature, aiming for it's legs