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CaptainofDespair · 12-02-2004, 01:18 PM

The snow had settled by now, and the orcs hurriedly marched to their ambush site. Without the cover of a storm, they were vulnerable to being sighted by the Gondorian scouts that were roaming about the fields. The only source of cover, was a small patch of trees in the distance, which the Orc commander hoped would be along the path the troop of men would take. So the orcs, with a seemingly unholy speed, as if the whips of Morgoth himself were upon them, dashed with all their energy to the cover of the tree-line.

Impatiently the orcs waited, for what seemed to be hours to them. Small brawls broke out amongst the ambush party, in traditional orc fashion. Grokgash was unmoved, as the display was only part of what was the meager orc culture. Rather, he allowed the violent outbursts, for it would only serve to increase his raiders’ bloodlust and rage.

As time passed them by, the orcs soon became volatile, displeased that the Men of Gondor had not shown up, and that their commander had lied to them about the prospect of feasting on man flesh. Many began to mumble incoherent Black Speech phrases, mostly guttural curses directed at their leader. But low and behold, the sounds of horses, and the voices of men could be heard. Grokgash immediately silenced his restless troops, and laid out the final stage of his ambush. The Orc commander rumbled along his line, giving orders to his subordinates, and rousing his orcs for the battle that was drawing nigh.

Slowly, the Gondorian host came into view. They marched without a flanking guard, for they were too small a force. Grokgash smiled cruelly, showing his malice and hatred for those of the race of Men in his eyes. As the host marched past his position, seemingly unaware of his presence, he raised his blood-stained scimitar, and let forth a howl. His troops rose up from their positions, and surged out of the trees, directly into the left flank of the Gondorian column.

The Gondorian soldiers were not caught at unawares, as the orcs thought. Rather, they let their flank buckle, and gave way to the orc onslaught, allowing the rest of the column to flood in behind the orcs. What ensued, was brutal melee combat, with the orcs not only fighting for their own survival, but for the survival of their newly founded fief in Gundabad.

Only a few moments into the skirmish, and the Orcs had already found themselves surrounded by the Men of Gondor. The bloody howls of the dying orcs, and wounded soldiers, was enough to spur the fowl beasts of Morgoth onward. Grokgash himself, though already wounded in the arm, searched for a way out, and hurriedly gathered his orcs for a thrust at the thinnest point, where those of Dale were holding out. But as his troops made their way to the point, they found it reinforced by Gondorian troopers. In a fit of rage, several orcs mutinied, and attempted to slay their leader. But quickly, Grokgash recovered, shouting obscenities, took his command back, and ordered his remaining orcs to stand their ground, until he could find a way out.

12-02-2004, 01:18 PM	#44
CaptainofDespair Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jun 2004 Posts: 413	The Battle Begins The snow had settled by now, and the orcs hurriedly marched to their ambush site. Without the cover of a storm, they were vulnerable to being sighted by the Gondorian scouts that were roaming about the fields. The only source of cover, was a small patch of trees in the distance, which the Orc commander hoped would be along the path the troop of men would take. So the orcs, with a seemingly unholy speed, as if the whips of Morgoth himself were upon them, dashed with all their energy to the cover of the tree-line. Impatiently the orcs waited, for what seemed to be hours to them. Small brawls broke out amongst the ambush party, in traditional orc fashion. Grokgash was unmoved, as the display was only part of what was the meager orc culture. Rather, he allowed the violent outbursts, for it would only serve to increase his raiders’ bloodlust and rage. As time passed them by, the orcs soon became volatile, displeased that the Men of Gondor had not shown up, and that their commander had lied to them about the prospect of feasting on man flesh. Many began to mumble incoherent Black Speech phrases, mostly guttural curses directed at their leader. But low and behold, the sounds of horses, and the voices of men could be heard. Grokgash immediately silenced his restless troops, and laid out the final stage of his ambush. The Orc commander rumbled along his line, giving orders to his subordinates, and rousing his orcs for the battle that was drawing nigh. Slowly, the Gondorian host came into view. They marched without a flanking guard, for they were too small a force. Grokgash smiled cruelly, showing his malice and hatred for those of the race of Men in his eyes. As the host marched past his position, seemingly unaware of his presence, he raised his blood-stained scimitar, and let forth a howl. His troops rose up from their positions, and surged out of the trees, directly into the left flank of the Gondorian column. The Gondorian soldiers were not caught at unawares, as the orcs thought. Rather, they let their flank buckle, and gave way to the orc onslaught, allowing the rest of the column to flood in behind the orcs. What ensued, was brutal melee combat, with the orcs not only fighting for their own survival, but for the survival of their newly founded fief in Gundabad. Only a few moments into the skirmish, and the Orcs had already found themselves surrounded by the Men of Gondor. The bloody howls of the dying orcs, and wounded soldiers, was enough to spur the fowl beasts of Morgoth onward. Grokgash himself, though already wounded in the arm, searched for a way out, and hurriedly gathered his orcs for a thrust at the thinnest point, where those of Dale were holding out. But as his troops made their way to the point, they found it reinforced by Gondorian troopers. In a fit of rage, several orcs mutinied, and attempted to slay their leader. But quickly, Grokgash recovered, shouting obscenities, took his command back, and ordered his remaining orcs to stand their ground, until he could find a way out.