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***Mithadan*** · 03-03-2003, 07:09 PM

After giving his orders which had sent hundreds of Orcs toppling into the chasms, Gravlox had climbed up a spur of the mountain on which the citadel had been built until he reached the defensive works overlooking the gate. There, he quickly took stock of his options. Pile of boulders ready to be toppled down onto the unfortunates below, check. Cauldron of oil, unfortunately left unlit, check. Racks of spears ready to be thrown, check.

He began with the oil. Using his tinderbox, he lit the wood piled beneath the cauldron and left it to simmer. Then, he proceeded to the rockfall. Waiting for a large knot of Orcs to congregate by the water cooler below, he pulled the lever and was rewarded by a series of most gratifying squishing sounds.

He returned to the cauldron and found it to be heating up nicely, but not quite ready yet. So, he amused himself by chucking spear after spear at random targets below. He had lost count after about thirty, when the spears ran out. Back to the cauldron again. By now, the oil was bubbling in a most satisfying fashion. He sent the cauldron and its contents tumbling down onto a platoon of Uruks who had retreated before the wrath of Etceteron.

Gravlox rubbed his hands together with delight. He had not had so much fun in years. His reverie was interrupted by a shout from above. Looking up, he saw Sourone leaning out of a window and waving at him. "Gravlox! What are you doing? Get down there and fight!" He waved back to the Dark Lord. "Right away, sir!" he shouted in reply.

He raced down the side of the mountain, causing a minor avalanche to fall upon a group of small Orcs who had been hiding behind a shrubbery. Then he leaped back upon Shagoff and headed for a troop of Orcs who were marching out to attack the Itship. Pulling up beside them, he began to chant, "Your left, your left, your left." This caused them to march in circles until they collapsed from dizziness.

A cry came from above. It was Hazel. "I saw that Gravlox! Boy are you in trouble!" He waved at his ex-spouse, then, giggling uncontrollably, he rode off towards the west, where he settled in by a pool of mud to watch the end of the battle...

03-03-2003, 07:09 PM	#144
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,394	After giving his orders which had sent hundreds of Orcs toppling into the chasms, Gravlox had climbed up a spur of the mountain on which the citadel had been built until he reached the defensive works overlooking the gate. There, he quickly took stock of his options. Pile of boulders ready to be toppled down onto the unfortunates below, check. Cauldron of oil, unfortunately left unlit, check. Racks of spears ready to be thrown, check. He began with the oil. Using his tinderbox, he lit the wood piled beneath the cauldron and left it to simmer. Then, he proceeded to the rockfall. Waiting for a large knot of Orcs to congregate by the water cooler below, he pulled the lever and was rewarded by a series of most gratifying squishing sounds. He returned to the cauldron and found it to be heating up nicely, but not quite ready yet. So, he amused himself by chucking spear after spear at random targets below. He had lost count after about thirty, when the spears ran out. Back to the cauldron again. By now, the oil was bubbling in a most satisfying fashion. He sent the cauldron and its contents tumbling down onto a platoon of Uruks who had retreated before the wrath of Etceteron. Gravlox rubbed his hands together with delight. He had not had so much fun in years. His reverie was interrupted by a shout from above. Looking up, he saw Sourone leaning out of a window and waving at him. "Gravlox! What are you doing? Get down there and fight!" He waved back to the Dark Lord. "Right away, sir!" he shouted in reply. He raced down the side of the mountain, causing a minor avalanche to fall upon a group of small Orcs who had been hiding behind a shrubbery. Then he leaped back upon Shagoff and headed for a troop of Orcs who were marching out to attack the Itship. Pulling up beside them, he began to chant, "Your left, your left, your left." This caused them to march in circles until they collapsed from dizziness. A cry came from above. It was Hazel. "I saw that Gravlox! Boy are you in trouble!" He waved at his ex-spouse, then, giggling uncontrollably, he rode off towards the west, where he settled in by a pool of mud to watch the end of the battle... __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.