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Grimbold · 02-18-2003, 08:57 AM

Handorth knew something of elven battle tactics, and he assumed that if a force of elves tried to assault the army, the attack would come from all sides. The elves would try to divide the army and then focus on its broken segments. Handorth waited for the army to pass his position and then continued at the rear. He was under nobody's command since he was only a member of a small patrol that followed him, and thus he could move at will. At the rear of the legions, he spread out his force and kept an ear open for signs of an approach from the rear. He listened to the strange birds and tried to pick up scents which wafted in the forest.

That morning, a commotion of flying arrows and screams interrupted the march. Elven scouts had opened fire, and all had escaped except for one who had been slain and captured by the Orcs of the army. His body now hung from one of the wooden battle carriages, and the Orcs would likely butcher him for meat at their next stop. The scouts would return to their city and raise the alarm if it hadn't yet been raised. Handorth was sure there would be a welcoming party.

[ February 18, 2003: Message edited by: Grimbold ]

02-18-2003, 08:57 AM	#11
Grimbold Haunting Spirit Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Númenor Posts: 88	Handorth knew something of elven battle tactics, and he assumed that if a force of elves tried to assault the army, the attack would come from all sides. The elves would try to divide the army and then focus on its broken segments. Handorth waited for the army to pass his position and then continued at the rear. He was under nobody's command since he was only a member of a small patrol that followed him, and thus he could move at will. At the rear of the legions, he spread out his force and kept an ear open for signs of an approach from the rear. He listened to the strange birds and tried to pick up scents which wafted in the forest. That morning, a commotion of flying arrows and screams interrupted the march. Elven scouts had opened fire, and all had escaped except for one who had been slain and captured by the Orcs of the army. His body now hung from one of the wooden battle carriages, and the Orcs would likely butcher him for meat at their next stop. The scouts would return to their city and raise the alarm if it hadn't yet been raised. Handorth was sure there would be a welcoming party. [ February 18, 2003: Message edited by: Grimbold ] __________________ Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to this?