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CaptainofDespair · 01-09-2005, 06:42 PM

A blood-red mist clouded the atmosphere surrounding the melee-bound Gondorians. It was the haze of bloodshed, the mask of death. Many corpses now littered the field of battle, and dead unnumbered were stacking up behind the battlements. The vast majority of the dead were orcs, but it was not enough to subdue them, for the Men of the West had suffered far worse. The cold winds of earlier, had transmuted into a warm, gory sauna. This was the nature of battle, and Uther understood this well.

Goblins and Gundabad Orcs fought each other, out of hatred for their brethren, and of the Men. The Gondorians saw their chance, and took it. Hastily marching to the gateway, they found their would-be opponents embroiled in a bitter feud, decimating each other’s battle lines, leaving little resistance for the well-armored, and disciplined Westerners. Hacking their way through droves of orcs, they separated contingents of orcs from the main lines of each faction, and annihilated them.

While the infantry lagged behind, to ensure the orcs were routed or killed, Uther and his remnant cavalry rode up upon the first section of battlements, and began to eliminate the resistance there. The paltry archer groups and their minute guard were easily overcome by the Gondorian cavalry, and pushed from the ramparts. Calling out to his troopers, Uther mustered them, and prepared to invade the middle tier of Gundabad’s defenses.

Sjorging came forth to meet Uther, before the last portions of the assault were to come underway. He meandered his way through the ranks of soldiers, until at last, he came upon the commander, perched upon his horse. “Uther!”, Sjorging shouted. “What are you doing waiting here? The orcs are disorganized. We should kill them now!” The lieutenant chuckled, pausing before responding to the Northmen’s comments. “Yes, and we will. But the infantry need to rest, and then we will attack.” Both of the men sat in silence for a time, until Uther interrupted. Pointing to the second tier, he gave his order. “Rush the defenses, and take them quickly!”

The soldiers shouted, and poured forth into the second tier. Rushing forward, they found no resistance. The entire middle defense system had been abandoned. Even the halls leading into the mountain were void of the hated orcs. Nearly all stared on in bewilderment. None could tell what had gone on. But one thing was certain, the orcs had vanished from their positions. Cautiously, the Gondorians moved forward, to the last ring of defenses.

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Various pieces of debris, as well as the bodies of the dead, were used to barricade the final section of the ramparts. The bulwark of the defenses was in this region, but they were not as was expected. They were collapsed in many parts, as orcs had apparently fled over them, in a vicious attempt to save themselves. Ever so slowly, the cavalry and infantry marched forward, into the finally hold. And there, the host found a bloody scene. Orc bodies were littered everywhere, strewn across the floor of the hall entrance mounted near the summit. And in the middle of the carnage, was the King of the Mountain. His bodyguard had been involved in an attempt to usurp power, in an effort to strike a deal with the Gondorians. But, they had failed. All the orcs were dead, save the King. He sat, hunched over in the middle of the entrance, mumbling to himself. Uther went forward to strike the death blow, and end the battle. But as Uther approached, the chieftain spoke up. “I have been bested, by my own minions. I am lost. I implore you, to slay me now.” Uther, without speaking a word, left the chieftain. Sjorging came forward, on his own initiative. Standing at the head of the beaten ‘King’, he spoke to him. “You have caused me, and my people great pain. For this, you will die, foul orc.” And thus ended the chieftain’s life, and with it, the Siege of Gundabad.

01-09-2005, 06:42 PM	#73
CaptainofDespair Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jun 2004 Posts: 413	A blood-red mist clouded the atmosphere surrounding the melee-bound Gondorians. It was the haze of bloodshed, the mask of death. Many corpses now littered the field of battle, and dead unnumbered were stacking up behind the battlements. The vast majority of the dead were orcs, but it was not enough to subdue them, for the Men of the West had suffered far worse. The cold winds of earlier, had transmuted into a warm, gory sauna. This was the nature of battle, and Uther understood this well. Goblins and Gundabad Orcs fought each other, out of hatred for their brethren, and of the Men. The Gondorians saw their chance, and took it. Hastily marching to the gateway, they found their would-be opponents embroiled in a bitter feud, decimating each other’s battle lines, leaving little resistance for the well-armored, and disciplined Westerners. Hacking their way through droves of orcs, they separated contingents of orcs from the main lines of each faction, and annihilated them. While the infantry lagged behind, to ensure the orcs were routed or killed, Uther and his remnant cavalry rode up upon the first section of battlements, and began to eliminate the resistance there. The paltry archer groups and their minute guard were easily overcome by the Gondorian cavalry, and pushed from the ramparts. Calling out to his troopers, Uther mustered them, and prepared to invade the middle tier of Gundabad’s defenses. Sjorging came forth to meet Uther, before the last portions of the assault were to come underway. He meandered his way through the ranks of soldiers, until at last, he came upon the commander, perched upon his horse. “Uther!”, Sjorging shouted. “What are you doing waiting here? The orcs are disorganized. We should kill them now!” The lieutenant chuckled, pausing before responding to the Northmen’s comments. “Yes, and we will. But the infantry need to rest, and then we will attack.” Both of the men sat in silence for a time, until Uther interrupted. Pointing to the second tier, he gave his order. “Rush the defenses, and take them quickly!” The soldiers shouted, and poured forth into the second tier. Rushing forward, they found no resistance. The entire middle defense system had been abandoned. Even the halls leading into the mountain were void of the hated orcs. Nearly all stared on in bewilderment. None could tell what had gone on. But one thing was certain, the orcs had vanished from their positions. Cautiously, the Gondorians moved forward, to the last ring of defenses. ------------------------------ Various pieces of debris, as well as the bodies of the dead, were used to barricade the final section of the ramparts. The bulwark of the defenses was in this region, but they were not as was expected. They were collapsed in many parts, as orcs had apparently fled over them, in a vicious attempt to save themselves. Ever so slowly, the cavalry and infantry marched forward, into the finally hold. And there, the host found a bloody scene. Orc bodies were littered everywhere, strewn across the floor of the hall entrance mounted near the summit. And in the middle of the carnage, was the King of the Mountain. His bodyguard had been involved in an attempt to usurp power, in an effort to strike a deal with the Gondorians. But, they had failed. All the orcs were dead, save the King. He sat, hunched over in the middle of the entrance, mumbling to himself. Uther went forward to strike the death blow, and end the battle. But as Uther approached, the chieftain spoke up. “I have been bested, by my own minions. I am lost. I implore you, to slay me now.” Uther, without speaking a word, left the chieftain. Sjorging came forward, on his own initiative. Standing at the head of the beaten ‘King’, he spoke to him. “You have caused me, and my people great pain. For this, you will die, foul orc.” And thus ended the chieftain’s life, and with it, the Siege of Gundabad.