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corvus
Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:44 am
Joined: 13 Oct 2006 Posts: 1696 Location: Roaming, but dangerous!!!
"Yes, a disguise" murmured Corvus. "Should we resist the temptation to slit a few eastern throats as well? For i long to avenge my lost roaming years in the east lands. What is more, it would help be more stealthy, less eyes to spot us, see?" The others understood that the hunter had already started to take over Corvus. They seemed neither happy nor dissapointed, because they knew that the hunter was strong and stealthy, but he was another being. A primitive form of life capable of anything....

Corvus looked Durail through the eyes and awaited his commands...
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sickofpalantirs
Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 9:07 am
Joined: 23 Mar 2006 Posts: 7750 Location: somwhere, over the rainbow way up high. There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Tuilin was left alone in command as Legolas had gone back to help at Thranduils castle. Tuilin selected 3 elves as leaders and spoke to them "Elverion, you are in charge of archers, Teldion, swordsman and spearsmen and Archen the lancers(mounted spearsmen, out of curiosity how many soldiers do I have?)
We will from up in the clearing about half a mile away from here. "I want a circle of swordsmen and spearsmen in the middle behind them archers and in the middle to charge out of any gaps created the lancers. also I want your best archers in the trees in groups of 2’s and 3’s. We do not know when they will strike so be ready.
Make sure every soldier’s weapons are sharpened and his quivers, water bags, and provision sacks full." the commanders set out and Tuilin took a deep breath. "the calm before the storm" he said quietly "I feel by this time tomorrow we will be fighting for our lives"
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ingold55
Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 9:21 pm
Joined: 10 Oct 2005 Posts: 1199 Location: Out on the front line
Durail looked hard at Corvus. how he had changed.

"If all are in agreement, I will be right back." Durail slipped off, and returned shortly carrying four easterling uniforms.

The group slipped them on, and headed into the camp. they fit in perfectly, and the four looked the part of easterlings. Durail motioned and Corvus and Silvaring headed toward the east side of the camp, while Lyon and Durial moved to the east.

After several miniutes, Durail and Lyon had found nothing, and neither had Corvus or Silvarin.

Durail motioned them to keep looking, Morgok was in the camp. his presence was strong here!
corvus
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 4:37 am
Joined: 13 Oct 2006 Posts: 1696 Location: Roaming, but dangerous!!!
Corvus and Silvarin walked carefully and looked inside each tent. Of cource, they were sure that Morgok had already senced them, and he was preparing something particularly clever for them. Every now and then, the party would merge up and check whether someone had found Morgok or not.

Silvarin opened a tent smoothly and silently. An easterling was inside, polishing his polearm. "Gooreth i aloha?" Came a question. The two elves looked at each other. "Gooreth i aloha vare?" Came another question even more loud, and Silvarin responded: "Inith a viol". With the answer, the easterling nodded and stopped looking at them. Corvus drew his dagger and hurled it at the man. It struck him, piercing his neck, and he fell on the ground, without a chance to speak.

"What did you do that for?" Asked Silvarin. "For fun" said Corvus with an evil smile on his face. "You are hopeless" murmured Silvarin and Corvus kept laughing faintly. Just as they turned around, a strange voice came: "I would appreciate it if you left my soldiers in one piece." Corvus, still with the evil smile on his face, replied: "keep your appreciation for the ones who lust it." With this phrase, he drew his sword.

"Ha, what hopes do you think you stand against me? We have already fought against each other, and you with 3 more fighters couldn’t defeat me. ". "Maybe you have fought with me", answered the elf "but not in this form. Not the one that survived in Mordor for years slaying all in its path..." The elf walked forward, and looked Morgok hard in the eyes. "Silvarin, call the others" laughed Corvus. "Let the party begin". With a yell, he jumped on Morgok with the avenger. The two black swords clashed.

Silvarin left running to inform the others that Morgok had revealed himself. The two warriors stroke each other swiftly, as if to warm up for a greater clash. Still, it was an exciting image, seeing the two fighters’ dark blades ringing as they hit and parried. After one strong strike, Corvus jumped back, but Morgok did not counter. Instead, he stayed in his position and laughed: "Are you ready little elf? We are going to fight now." Corvus or better the hunter, smiled in response, and approached the dark figure with small steps, sword ready in hand.

The two enemies let out a scream, and started fighting once more. But if the other fight was spectacular to watch, this one was frightening. The two dealt strikes that the eye could barely see, but of such strength that they had to stretch their legs not to fall down. On some of the strongest strikes, small drops of wrath in the form of fire was let out by the clashing of the blades. But Morgok still had the advantage. Although the two were on the same fighting level, Morgok was much more experienced and calm while using it. His strength in this form had been used for ages, whilst Corvus’ was only revealed to him for a couple of years when he roamed in Mordor.

Morgok kept pushing Corvus back with his strikes, and with one mighty left slash, Corvus had to make a small jump back, not to fall down. Morgok then gave him one strong kick, and dropped him on the ground. He raised his sword and tried to stab him, but the elf rolled on the right. Morgok, with the speed of a lightning waved his blade on the right, and it slashed Corvus across the rib. The elf got up holding his wound, with a dark look in his eyes.

"Good, but not good enough" said Morgok smiling.........
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sickofpalantirs
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 9:50 am
Joined: 23 Mar 2006 Posts: 7750 Location: somwhere, over the rainbow way up high. There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Tuilin’s group of soldiers were positioned in the clearing when one of his scouts came running up breathing hard he reported saying"They are coming. There are more then we could count. They will be here within the hour" Then he collapsed. Tuilin looked at him for a bit and started barking out orders
"Take care of this soldier, Set up the formation, prepare for battle they come!"
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an hour later
Tuilin’s troops were in position when Morgok’s army came into the clearing. The army was huge, composed of easterlings and orcs. Tuilin looked at the army as it marcher forward. 2,000 ft. 1,500 ft. 1000 ft. 750 ft. FIRE! came the cry scores of arrows found their targets in orcs, but the easterlings armor and shields could block the arrows, thus most of the easterlings would make ti unharmed to the front line. Tuilin was right as though the orcs slain lay littered on the ground the easterling lines made it relatively intact. Then the real righting began. Easterlings and orcs tried to force through their lines, while their swordsmen and spearsmen tried to keep them back while the archers fired over their heads. Tuilin drew his sword and plunged into the battle at a small gap in the lines. Archen’s lancers charged in trying to keep them from massacring the archers in the middle. It was all a blur for a couple minutes, but when the gap had been plugged Archen was dead as well as a third of his lancers. Finally They beat them back. and they retreated out of the clearing. Tuilin knew they would be back reinforced as well. "Bury the dead, treat the wounded, and rest," he said
The battle had been tough and Tuilin didn’t no if his troops could survive another one without reinforcements.
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ingold55
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 3:36 pm
Joined: 10 Oct 2005 Posts: 1199 Location: Out on the front line
Silvarin ran up to Lyon and Durail.

“Corvus faces Morgok.” He panted out.

That was all Durail had to hear. He ripped off the easterling disguise, revealing his loose fitting clothes and cloak. He darted off at a shocking speed toward his enemy.

“Come now elf is that the best you have?!” shouted Morgok as he through Corvus across the ground. He taunted the elf as he moved forward. Corvus groped for his sword, but was again sent sailing. This time Morgok charged the elf, he would show no mercy!

With a loud cry, Durail fell upon Morgok. Their blades met, sparks flew from flame as the two collided. Both men were great warriors, and were prepared to fight each other to the death.

Never before was there seen so great a battle as the battle between Morgok and Durail. Both parried and struck, charged and fell back. The energy in the battle was amazing, both were unstoppable, and quick on their feet.

Durail struck, but Morgok blocked and slammed Durail with his arm. Durail caught his breath and attacked again. This time Morgok tripped Durail, who fell right at Morgok’s feet. With one swift roll, Durail collapsed Morgok. Both regained quickly and were at it again. Such a darkness poured from Morgok that the surrounding areas were covered by his horrid darkness. The darker Morgok got, the brighter Durail and Flame got.

It happened fast, Durail struck, but Morgok moved and stuck Durail with his sword. Durail cringed, but kept up the fight, pressing in harder than ever.

“That blade was poisoned!” Morgok spat out. “how did you survive?”

Durail back fisted the distracted Morgok, which sent him (Morgok) sailing.

Durail walked up to his opponent. “that arrow was also poisoned. But I survived, and now I have an immunity to your weapons.” That was all Morgok wanted really was the time. He lunged at Durail, his blade pointed strait at Durail’s heart. Durail blocked the blade, but wasn’t able to block the lightening fast punch from Morgok. It sent Durail several yards back. he stood slowly. Blood trickled from his face; he looked at Morgok’s gloved hand. Spikes protruded from the knuckle. Durail charged again, but it was harder to fight because of the throbbing pain. After being thrown again, Durail stood again, life and power returned to him in a great wave.

Corvus now stood and charged Morgok at the same time Durail charged. Morgok just shook his head in pitiful disgust. He plunged his sword into the ground, which sent a type of shock wave. Durail and Corvus tripped, both tried to stand, but were weak from the evil pulse sent by Morgok. Durail looked as Corvus raised his sword high, muttered a few words and plunged the blade into the ground with great strength and force. The force broke Durail from the ground, but due to the great pressure, it had knocked Corvus out. Morgok stopped and recovered from the shock wave.

Durail reached Corvus and grabbed his friend. He pulled one of the 3 small flasks and prepared to give it to Corvus, but Morgok attacked again. This time anger helped full Durail and he pushed Morgok back. Both were anger filled, and the fight could continue for a long while!
corvus
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 5:09 pm
Joined: 13 Oct 2006 Posts: 1696 Location: Roaming, but dangerous!!!
Corvus was very weak from his wound and his power’s use. The avenger was a great means of channeling his force, but he was too weak to use it now. The half-faint elf slowly sretched his arm and barely managed to grab the flask Durail had dropped. He opened it and drunk some of the elven water. Then, he let some drops slowly fall on his wound, as he knew that this would slow the poisoning enough. He then closed the flask and got up with great difficulty. "I will only slow them down", he thought, "i’d better regroup".

He moved in the tent, and pulled the dagger out of the easterling’s neck. Then, with slow, painful moves, he moved towards the fight. Durail was fighting hard with Morgok. The two were sing their forces to their extreme, just like Morgok and Corvus had before. Only this time, Morgok was much more tired from the spell and the previous fight.

Holding the avenger in his hand, Corvus thought of rejoining in the battle. So he did, with a fast horizontal hit, that would have taken the warrior’s head, had he not parried the blow. Morgok grimaced, and raised his blade in the air. Realizing that he would repeat his move, Silvarin said: "Oh no you don’t!", and let out a spell that hit Morgok, but seemed to have no effect. He then smiled with joy, raised his hand once more, and opened his lips.... He seemed to be moving them, but no word came out. After realising that he had temporarily been silenced, and thus couldn’t use his spells, he seemed to be screaming, and hit Corvus with so strong a blow, that he fell on the ground even though it was parried.

The elf grimaced as his wound was very sore, but he then saw Durail fighting with Morgok once more, giving it all he had.
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elf lvr
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 5:51 pm
Joined: 13 Jun 2006 Posts: 3065 Location: Rivendell
Silvarin smiled, knowing that his spell had succeeded in stopping Morgok’s magic, at least temporarily.

"Come on, brother. Let us turn the tide in this fight," said Silvarin. They both walked to join in the battle between Morgok and Durail. Morgok seemed to sense their approach, he knocked Durail back with a swift kick and turned to face the elven brothers. They separated, and circled around their foe. Silvarin formed the words of a spell, and Lyon charged forward. Morgok easily met Lyon’s strike and forced him back. At that moment, Silvarin shouted, and a bolt of lighting sprang from his fingers. Morgok turned in a whirling strike, knocking aside Silvarin’s spell with one hand and striking out at Lyon with his blade. Though Lyon parried with his sword, the blow still sent him flying. The deflected spell flew straight into the oncoming line of easterling soldiers.

The commotion of the fight had drawn the easterlings in the camp to the area. Now, seeing their leader surrounded by enemies, they charged. Corvus and Durail turned to face the oncoming horde, but they could not stop them all. Morgok began to move toward Lyon, Silvarin rushed forward to help, but was stopped by the oncoming host of easterling soldiers...

Lyon rolled over, only to see the dark shape of Morgok advancing toward him. He appeared to be shouting, but only the sound of a whisper escaped his lips. Still, the faintest of sounds was enough to bring back his magic. He swung down with his sword, and Lyon rolled out of the way. The tent Lyon had fallen against suddenly burst into flame from Morgok’s blow. Sprining to his feet, Lyon began to shakily compose his own spell. His sword began to glow with a mystic light as Morgok struck. This time, Lyon was able to withstand Morgok’s strike. His arm shook, but he managed a counterstrike. Morgok easily parried, and moved to attack again... and so their battle went. Their battle was fast and furious. Lyon slowly layered spells upon himself to be up to Morgok’s power, but even so, he was losing. He was being pushed further and further back, soon he would be stuck against a wall.

Morgok attempted to end the battle with one mighy swing. Lyon ducked down, and stuck out with his hunting knife and sword. Morgok was fast enough to parry the sword, but the knife pierced his leg. Morgok let out a cry, and stepped back. Lyon rose to his feet, sword twisting Morgok’s blade aside. He spun around with magically enhanced speed, sword moving toward the villain’s neck... and he stopped. A wild look came into Lyon’s eyes. He stepped back, his whole body shaking. His sword arm fell to his side, with his other hand he clutched at his chest. He coughed, and blood spewed from his mouth. He blinked, and droplets of blood splattered from his eyes as well. His breathing was fast and irregular, and his mouth was twisted in a silent scream. Morgok took this moment to step forward, sword thrusting. The blow cought Lyon in the stomach, and in moments he was on fire from Morgok’s spell. Quickly, Lyon hurled his sword at Morgok. The assassin spun away, but not before the sword made a great gash in his arm.

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Silvarin turned, bodies of easterlings scattered about him. The sight that met his eyes made him scream in horror and rage. His brother’s burning corpse fell to the ground. Morgok stumbled back, nursing his bleeding arm. Silvarin stepped forward, an evil glint in his eye, and grabbed his brother’s fallen sword...
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ingold55
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 7:01 pm
Joined: 10 Oct 2005 Posts: 1199 Location: Out on the front line
Durail saw the whole battle, but couldn’t do a thing. But now he could! he pressed in hard a stronger than ever. Flame struck hard and fast, but Morgok parried the blade easily. it was then that Silvarin attacked with his baldes and spells. once again he tried his lightning attack, hoping it would do something different now that Morgok’s back was turned. it shot from Silvarins finger, and struck Morgok, but something strang happened then. the lightenign turned coal black, and only fueled Morgok more of an assault. he pushed Durail hard, causing Durail to use all his enegy to ward off the blows.

Durail blocked, and was once again hit with Morgok’s nuckle strike. Durail fell to the ground like a rock. and Morgok turned to fight Silvarin. the battle was going well for both warriors, and it had come to a stand still. Silvarin was attacking with both blades, and Morgok was blocking with his sword. it was an awsome spectical, but something unexpected happened. Morgok’s darkness which covered Mirkwood, exploded in sudden fury. Morgok had a burst of suddn rage, being fulled by the darkness around him. he moved so fast it was hard to see him. Silvarin fought well at first, but was now being overcome by the darkness. with one move, Morgok parried Silvarin’s swords and slammed him with a great force. Silvarin flew across the field and landed hard.

Durail looked at the broken body of Lyon. Morgok was still moving fast, and was about to head in to finish Silvarin. Durail pulled his fighting dagger and threw it with great force. it landed in Morgok’s leg, causing the dark warrior to cry out in utter pain. he dropped to the ground and pulled out the dagger. by the time he stood, Durail was also standing, the wind blew his cloak and hair, and darkness seemed to flee from him. Flame burned brighter and hotter than ever, longing to taste its long time adversary.
With one swift move, it did. Durail and Morgok were at it again. blades flying, parriying, and both ducking from the other’s swords. The darkness still fed Morgok, but Durail was not effected by it. The power from the Noldorian blade was helping to guard him.

Durail charged one more time. Flame slashed and knocked Morgok’s blade down, and Durail moved in.
his blade stabbed into Morgok, pierced through his body. Morgok great warrior fell to his knees. he lifted his hand, and muttered a spell. all the darkness over Mirkwood came back into Morgok and exited from his hand. Durail didn’t look to see where it went, he just swung his blade and be-headed the dark enemy.

Durail sheathed Flame and ran over to Lyon. he had turned cold, and nothing would heal him now. tears flowed freely from Durail dirty face. the friend whom he had tryed so hard to save had died anyway...Durail dropped to his knees, burried his head in his hands and wept for his friend.
corvus
Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 7:09 am
Joined: 13 Oct 2006 Posts: 1696 Location: Roaming, but dangerous!!!
Corvus was still fighting with the Easterlings. Besides his weakness, the hunter took good care of most of them, but not in time. Just as he gave a final stike, sending an enemy flying on the wall, he saw Morgok gathering his powers to hit Durail. A swift slash threw the sorcerer on the ground, and his darkness seemed to be lost with him. Corvus aprroached Durail, who seemed to be crying. Then the image struck Corvus like a lightning. Lyon, fallen on the ground, his body burned all oner, his eyes without expression....

"NOOO" he screamed. "Durail, Silvarin, do something, heal him! Quick!" But the others did nothing but cry with tears so bitter he could taste them in the air. His eyes watery, the elf opened the flask he had opened before and spilt it all over Lyon, in a desperate move to revive him. But he did not move. Corvus could do nothing. No one could. He just fell on knees and cried. Seconds passed like centuries. The gap under his feet was devouring him. Something prevented him from moving. It was sorrow unsaid in songs and tails, for a friend well-known for a whole of two ages of the middle-earth.

More easterlings seemed to be moving their way. But Corvus did not move. Neither did Silvarin, who cried like a child for his brother’s loss. Durail did not move for some seconds either. But as the yells came their way, the ranger got up. Still devastated, he moved to the others and tried to get them up. But they wouldn’t; the easterlings were now near them, letting out their war screams. "Corvus, Silvarin get up!" shouted Durail. But still they didn’t. With utmost rage, Corvus then got up, and took Morgok’s head.

He then, showed it off to the easterlings, who seemed to be in fear and toil. Screaming like an animal, the elf hurled the fallen foe’s head at the easterling’s feet, and they fled in panic of the very image of the warriors who slew Sauron’s handpicked assassin. At the sight of the enemies’ escape, Corvus lowered his head into his hands and wept. Durail moved to him, and placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder he said: "Come, we have seen enough death for today." Corvus nodded, and took Lyon’s fallen body carefully in his hands.

The party set off home. The enemy’s leader was slain, but an ancient friend of the free peoples was gone with him. No enemy dared follow them....
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