LOTR RP Game part 1- Journey to Fornost

A vicious kick to your side stops you from getting up, Vardalain.

"Now you die, Elf," snarls the scimitar-wielding orc in guttural Westron.

Yes, you are right, Talin, you would prefer that end t come into you as slowly as possible! There is now a loud CLANG! noise in front of you as that Arniorian, who has dragged himnself up behind you, is hacking at the javelin with his sword, aiming to cut it free.

Anglomir, Aranui and Farael all tear into the orcs at the front of the caravan. They try to turn and set the spears but they are rather late. Farael's firsdt sweept kills two where they stand. Aranui, you run an roc through right away and Anglomir, you quikcly finish off one of those that you knifed. Still, now there are some twenty orcs here, and they move to surround you...

This brave charge keeps the front safe, as they concentrate on killingf those three rather than getting in. The Arnorians are keeping another. This leaves tweo more sides for the rest of you to cover!

There's no room to shoot, William, no room to shoot... fi you tried you would be speared, as it is you are doding and weaving and trying to stab back but the orcs are pressing forwards and surely they will kill you all soon... a man to your side is hacked down...

vardalain strikes the orc with his blade, wherever he can reach, while doing evasive movements at ground level.

Aranui swings his sword at any orc coming near, and is light on his feet to keep moving if thrusts from an orcs weapon come towards him.

Staying defensive is probably a good idea, Aranui. You can pin down many orcs that way and relieve the pressure on the others. But there are too many of them and you are never going to wear them down...

The orc blocks the blow with his shield, Vardalain, and then stabs the sword into your front. You gasp as the blade pieces into you. Talin, at this point the javelin pierces into your chest as well, as you growl defiantly.

New update coming as soon as the people who have anot acted since my last post act.

(errr...such as myself?) finuvien's still at the caravan...trying to stay alive n' keep the caravan from being overrun... ^_^* so...still shooting arrows, if possible...

so..am i dead or what?

Don't worry, I would tell you if you were dead.

Finuvien, the orcs are overrunning you. The melee is terrifying; you have never been in anythig like it in your life. You cannot hold them off!

( hmm....let me look in my 'how to deal with multiple orcs while being gravely wounded and just stabbed' book. It says here: "remove blade from upper torso first" 😛)

vardalain desperately waves his blade around him aiming at whatever limbs he can reach.

(I'd try not to attract attention if I were you, Vardalain... you have been very brave but I doubt you will do more in this fight)

(And he is your healer as well! It's often the way...)

(well..what more can i do now. Standing still sure won't help)

Lying still. You are on the ground.

*fin grumbles to self* (join the army, they said...see the *world* they said! i'd rather be sailing...*cracks up*)
"this is...an unfortunate turn of events."

Talin growls defiantly and with a new surge of anger and fear pulls the javelin out of himself. He pulls himself backwards and away from the Chiorc, and uses his axe to block any more attempts.

Anglomir gives a loud war cry as he cuts down the Orcs. He kicks an Orc's shield, driving it down, and stabs it in the chest. He then swings his sword and decapitates an Orc.

Talin, all you can do is keep the point from piercing in any further as you struggle grimly against the Chiorc. You swing your blade against the press of orcs, Anglormir, but it has become a hopeless process. There are too many and they are too strong.

(Situation at lines:

Front Line: Victorious. Wow, thought I would never see that!
Side Line: Gone
Rear line: Gone, all things considered.
Centre: 6 men, 1 archer

The final Arnorians and players are pressed up against the caravan which the orcs are tearing apart and about to break into. With so many orcs around only yhe luckiest of shots kill them as an orc is not easy to kill casually and each of you are desperately defending themselves.

Orc death count: Over 100, but they don't see to care.)

The orcs begin their final push to eliminate you all, first those pressed in the centre and then the three of you doing the damage at the front.

There is a rumbling in the distance, and the sound of horns.

(That doesn't include me though, does it? Being pressed up against the caravan?)

Talin pushes against the javelin with his good arm. He tries to use his bad arm, but it results in pain. He tries to ignore it and keeps pushing against the javelin.

"Get the Chiorc, not the javelin!" Talin half-shouts, half-gasps to the man. "Cut off his arm or something!"

Talin heres the horns. Either those are more Orcs or the Arnorians have come to save us!

Talin, the javelin comes free from your body. The Chiroc has let go.

Talin looks up at the Chiorc as he rises. He brings up his axe to deliver a blow to the Chiorc's gut.

ew

You aren't in any state to reasonably fight back, Talin, But in any case, the Chiorc seems to be moving away from you.