Wilderness, Weathertop, and Wild Things Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Primrose Bolger · 11-04-2004, 01:36 PM

Envinyatar

Grimm is hot on the trail of the wounded ranger.

Go ahead if you want and use my characters (just don't do them in) as you need. They'll be mincing through the nasty waters of the Bruinen after you.

Perhpas this is time for the cavalry to come to the rescue.

Envinyatar · 11-04-2004, 01:58 PM

Primrose

Thanks for the lead-in!

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Anyone who hasn't posted to the battle yet

Please do so some time today, if possible.

I'll leave a space before my next post (which will be much later tonight after work).

Aidwain and the Elves and Rangers will come charging in to the rescue of the companions.

If you've missed the battle, just put a post here and we'll transfer it.

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Please - no one try to rescue Veryadan from the pursuing Trolls.

Kransha · 11-04-2004, 08:40 PM

I am, at present, working my apologetic posterior off trying to spit out a final post. That little real life issue is consuming today as well, and restricting my time to work for BD commitments. I've put up a save, but I do not believe it will be filled until tomorrow morning. Luckily, I am QUITE sure that I have all day to work on it. Just so there is no confusion, however, it will contain:
-Tarondo and Kransha fighting.
-Kransha kickin' the proverbial bucket.
-Bazzog's death, at the hands of Silrûth, Veryadan, and Thoronmir, altogether.

That'll be it for me, though. Feel free to post posts that take place after my own. Everything that's going to happen in said post is documented above, with the exception of the wounds that those attackers will be dealt. I assume that Envinyatar's post will cover the dispersal and route of the orcs at the ford, so, in brief and short, or short and brief, my work here is done.

Esgallhugwen · 11-04-2004, 08:51 PM

I'll be more than happy to take on one of the trolls though I don't know which one

But aside from that I wish to thank all of you for carrying my character along and not killing her off, every thing you've done with her is splendid.

I'll also be happy to help out with taking out Bazzog.

And I have managed to finish up that post, I hate how life always gets in the way with these things. But I'm here now and am planning on mending that.

Meneltarmacil · 11-04-2004, 08:55 PM

Well, I've hit Bazzog pretty hard but am now losing consciousness. I do not intend to die, though, so if someone would rescue me I would appreciate it.

If not, I'll just wake up in Rivendell somehow anyway.

Esgallhugwen · 11-04-2004, 11:56 PM

Um, problem. Should I put my post in here so that someone can insert it before Saurreg's ? I've sort of given him a lead in with my post, and would hate to disrupt the flow the of the story. So I will also copy my post here.

______________________Post

Silrûth had purposely lagged behind in order to prevent the Orcs from gaining too much of an advantage if they were to come from the rear. But that wasn't the case and as they rode on she became all the more suspicious and cautious of the foreboding in her mind.

The red rock walls rose up to meet them she was reminded of the sun before they left Bree, she was reminded of blood.

To the North they came, a filthly current that contrasted too sharply with the glimmering silver river.

With the reflexes only capable in an Elf she nocked an arrow and drove her heels into her horse sending the mare head long into the fray. With a speedy delivery the golden arrow found its resting place in the forehead of an Orc that dared to get too close to Luinen.

Falma's hooves thundered across the ground crushing one or two Orcs not nimble enough to get out of the way. Her target was chosen and she would not relent.

An arrow already stinging him thanks to Luinen, the thick black ooze known as Orc blood was trickling down his dark hairy arm. Quickly taking preference over her bow she grasped the handle of her sword.

Unsheathing it from the leather scabbard she swung fair enough at the squinting black creature only to come up short scalping him instead. The Leader yowled out in anguish clasping at his head, but he soon was overcome with rage snarling and spitting at her.

The black blood was dripping into his ferocious yellow eyes, he knashed his teeth and swore at her in his inaudible tongue. He made a daring slash which barely grazed her leather boot, she took her foot from the stirrup and knocked him in the head with a swift kick to the jaw.

He was sent reeling, but sadly Silrûth's luck was not meant to hold out, an Orc arrow had found its way into Falma's right flank, the horse screamed and reared unexpectantly. Silrûth toppled from her mount, Falma raced off towards the Ford after Veryadan.

She cursed to herself as she steadied her legs preparing for foot combat. The Orc smiled fearlessly, "so the little She-Elfie has gone and lost her horsey", he glared at her the blood tinting his yellow eyes.

They ran at each other simultaneously effectively countering eachothers blows. But as she sliced open his left arm, he struck her just above the hip on the right, Silrûth grunted in pain, the wound was not life threatening but it stung badly.

Her left hand quickly covered the wound trying to stifle the bleeding. For her brief moment of bewilderment had passed a second arrow was now protruding from the orcs rib cage, her eyes widened in disbelief as she caught sight of Thoronmir.

He was soon dislodged from the saddle by the heavy swing of an oncoming Troll. She cried out but was tackled to the ground by the gasping Orc.

He grabbed her by the hair and started to bash her head into the ground, as her vision began to cloud and blur she reached for her boot, and there hidden within it was a cunningly sharp dagger. Silrûth through her dizziness missed his throat and instead penetrated his abdomen.

A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he rolled over onto his side, they both lied there choking for air despite the chaos that swept about them. It was Silrûth who rose first despite her heavy swoon, she wobbled to her feet and gained her balance with the help of her sword.

Unsteadily she suantered over to the heaving Orc and raising her sword, in one swift motion she decapitated him, "too good of a death for you!" she countered before edging off towards where Thoronmir's body lay. Her hope was that a horse would be near by to make a quick escape with Thoronmir's body intact.

Where is the Bree Farmer?

Saurreg · 11-05-2004, 02:50 AM

Have deleted my previous save and posted a new one beneath Esgallhugwen's post.

Esgallhugwen - if you wish to coordinate Thoronmir's rescue with my character, I suggest you PM me your intentions so that my post will match your thoughts. Otherwise I will post my own interpretation of the scenario.

Cheers.

Primrose Bolger · 11-05-2004, 02:59 AM

Alaksoron

I want to clarify your wounding of that Troll in your post #152.

It was my character, Grimm, who was going after Veryadan and his horse. Sorry, but I don't want him injured that much that he has fallen to his knees. I intend for him to be able to escape from this skirmish as will his brother. He can't do that with a gaping hole in his leg and his achilles' tendon cut.

Please edit.

11-04-2004, 01:58 PM	#2
Envinyatar Quill Revenant Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Wandering through the Downs..... Posts: 849	Primrose Thanks for the lead-in! --------- Anyone who hasn't posted to the battle yet Please do so some time today, if possible. I'll leave a space before my next post (which will be much later tonight after work). Aidwain and the Elves and Rangers will come charging in to the rescue of the companions. If you've missed the battle, just put a post here and we'll transfer it. ------------------------ Please - no one try to rescue Veryadan from the pursuing Trolls. __________________ ‘Many are the strange chances of the world,’ said Mithrandir, ‘and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.’ – Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age'

11-04-2004, 08:40 PM	#3
Kransha Ubiquitous Urulóki Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: The port of Mars, where Famine, Sword, and Fire, leash'd in like hounds, crouch for employment Posts: 747	I am, at present, working my apologetic posterior off trying to spit out a final post. That little real life issue is consuming today as well, and restricting my time to work for BD commitments. I've put up a save, but I do not believe it will be filled until tomorrow morning. Luckily, I am QUITE sure that I have all day to work on it. Just so there is no confusion, however, it will contain: -Tarondo and Kransha fighting. -Kransha kickin' the proverbial bucket. -Bazzog's death, at the hands of Silrûth, Veryadan, and Thoronmir, altogether. That'll be it for me, though. Feel free to post posts that take place after my own. Everything that's going to happen in said post is documented above, with the exception of the wounds that those attackers will be dealt. I assume that Envinyatar's post will cover the dispersal and route of the orcs at the ford, so, in brief and short, or short and brief, my work here is done. __________________ "What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name, Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law. For old our office, and our fame," -Aeschylus, Song of the Furies

11-04-2004, 08:51 PM	#4
Esgallhugwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Where the Moon cries against the snow Posts: 526	I'll be more than happy to take on one of the trolls though I don't know which one But aside from that I wish to thank all of you for carrying my character along and not killing her off, every thing you've done with her is splendid. I'll also be happy to help out with taking out Bazzog. And I have managed to finish up that post, I hate how life always gets in the way with these things. But I'm here now and am planning on mending that. __________________ "...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others. -8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"

11-04-2004, 08:55 PM	#5
Meneltarmacil Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: The bottom of the ocean, discussing philosophy with a giant squid Posts: 2,254	Well, I've hit Bazzog pretty hard but am now losing consciousness. I do not intend to die, though, so if someone would rescue me I would appreciate it. If not, I'll just wake up in Rivendell somehow anyway. __________________ I ♣ baby seals.

11-04-2004, 11:56 PM	#6
Esgallhugwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Where the Moon cries against the snow Posts: 526	Um, problem. Should I put my post in here so that someone can insert it before Saurreg's ? I've sort of given him a lead in with my post, and would hate to disrupt the flow the of the story. So I will also copy my post here. ______________________Post Silrûth had purposely lagged behind in order to prevent the Orcs from gaining too much of an advantage if they were to come from the rear. But that wasn't the case and as they rode on she became all the more suspicious and cautious of the foreboding in her mind. The red rock walls rose up to meet them she was reminded of the sun before they left Bree, she was reminded of blood. To the North they came, a filthly current that contrasted too sharply with the glimmering silver river. With the reflexes only capable in an Elf she nocked an arrow and drove her heels into her horse sending the mare head long into the fray. With a speedy delivery the golden arrow found its resting place in the forehead of an Orc that dared to get too close to Luinen. Falma's hooves thundered across the ground crushing one or two Orcs not nimble enough to get out of the way. Her target was chosen and she would not relent. An arrow already stinging him thanks to Luinen, the thick black ooze known as Orc blood was trickling down his dark hairy arm. Quickly taking preference over her bow she grasped the handle of her sword. Unsheathing it from the leather scabbard she swung fair enough at the squinting black creature only to come up short scalping him instead. The Leader yowled out in anguish clasping at his head, but he soon was overcome with rage snarling and spitting at her. The black blood was dripping into his ferocious yellow eyes, he knashed his teeth and swore at her in his inaudible tongue. He made a daring slash which barely grazed her leather boot, she took her foot from the stirrup and knocked him in the head with a swift kick to the jaw. He was sent reeling, but sadly Silrûth's luck was not meant to hold out, an Orc arrow had found its way into Falma's right flank, the horse screamed and reared unexpectantly. Silrûth toppled from her mount, Falma raced off towards the Ford after Veryadan. She cursed to herself as she steadied her legs preparing for foot combat. The Orc smiled fearlessly, "so the little She-Elfie has gone and lost her horsey", he glared at her the blood tinting his yellow eyes. They ran at each other simultaneously effectively countering eachothers blows. But as she sliced open his left arm, he struck her just above the hip on the right, Silrûth grunted in pain, the wound was not life threatening but it stung badly. Her left hand quickly covered the wound trying to stifle the bleeding. For her brief moment of bewilderment had passed a second arrow was now protruding from the orcs rib cage, her eyes widened in disbelief as she caught sight of Thoronmir. He was soon dislodged from the saddle by the heavy swing of an oncoming Troll. She cried out but was tackled to the ground by the gasping Orc. He grabbed her by the hair and started to bash her head into the ground, as her vision began to cloud and blur she reached for her boot, and there hidden within it was a cunningly sharp dagger. Silrûth through her dizziness missed his throat and instead penetrated his abdomen. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he rolled over onto his side, they both lied there choking for air despite the chaos that swept about them. It was Silrûth who rose first despite her heavy swoon, she wobbled to her feet and gained her balance with the help of her sword. Unsteadily she suantered over to the heaving Orc and raising her sword, in one swift motion she decapitated him, "too good of a death for you!" she countered before edging off towards where Thoronmir's body lay. Her hope was that a horse would be near by to make a quick escape with Thoronmir's body intact. Where is the Bree Farmer? __________________ "...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others. -8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"

11-04-2004, 01:36 PM	#1
Primrose Bolger Wight Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Near Bywater Pool Posts: 196	Envinyatar Grimm is hot on the trail of the wounded ranger. Go ahead if you want and use my characters (just don't do them in) as you need. They'll be mincing through the nasty waters of the Bruinen after you. Perhpas this is time for the cavalry to come to the rescue.

11-05-2004, 02:50 AM	#7
Saurreg Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: In self imposed exile... Posts: 465	Have deleted my previous save and posted a new one beneath Esgallhugwen's post. Esgallhugwen - if you wish to coordinate Thoronmir's rescue with my character, I suggest you PM me your intentions so that my post will match your thoughts. Otherwise I will post my own interpretation of the scenario. Cheers. __________________ "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. " ~Voltaire

11-05-2004, 02:59 AM	#8
Primrose Bolger Wight Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Near Bywater Pool Posts: 196	Alaksoron I want to clarify your wounding of that Troll in your post #152. It was my character, Grimm, who was going after Veryadan and his horse. Sorry, but I don't want him injured that much that he has fallen to his knees. I intend for him to be able to escape from this skirmish as will his brother. He can't do that with a gaping hole in his leg and his achilles' tendon cut. Please edit. __________________ . . . for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth . . . are quick of hearing and sharpeyed, and though they are inclined to be fat and do not hurry unneccesarily, they are nonetheless nimble and deft in their movements . . . FOTR - Prologue Last edited by Primrose Bolger; 11-05-2004 at 03:03 AM.