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Gundabad: The End

Tags: Grothgor,  Elladan,  Elrohir,  Oskar,  Logoz,  Zogol,  Calenloth

Short Summary: The glory of ancient Gundabad, Durin's Tomb, is once again overrun by forces from the deep.
Date (real-life): 2011-07-14
Scene Location: Gundabad: Gathering Hall

Gathering Hall

A cavernous, vast chamber has been wrought out of the mountain's heart here, and filled with the steady beat of uruk malice. Tall and sturdy stand two pillars of rock, hewn by unskilled hands into an immense pair of columns, rising gracelessly from the floor to an unseen roof high above. In between their massive girths has been fashioned a gathering place, littered with walls and stairs surrounding a wide, flat platform. Opposite a large tunnel leading steadily upward a dais of sorts has been carved from a hulking shoulder of rock, and a huge firepit paints the walls with hellish red firelight; shadows clutching and shivering upon the walls as the smouldering pit is stoked.

So deep underground directions mean little, but upon the northen walls an ancient, worn stair climbs up into shadow, while facing it across the chamber comes the waft of dank air from a series of tunnels leading downward instead. The eastern wall, behind the dais opens up into a grand, crudely ornate archway, and in the corner nearby a maze of crumbling passageways escape into yet more veils of darkness. To the west lies the way out, along the large tunnel.


[Grothgor(#32030)]  
In the darkness deep under the earth, there are things that are best left alone. There are other things that ought to be left alone, but they tend to come looking for trouble regardless of if they agitated or not. Either way, the dark things of Gundabad have been stirred it would seem as there is a sudden beginning:

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

The rhythmic beating of the drums are a signal it seems as there is a sudden rush of air and the echoes of scurrying feet.


From a restless watch, Elrohir leaps up, sword in hand.

"They come at last," he murmurs to the cavern, its musty air, its many tents arrayed by and filled with dwarves -- and to his brother.

"Rouse the camp!"

[Oskar(#28429)] Oskar, snoring in his bedroll, is none-the-less one of the first dwarves to rouse. The old cook scrambles stiffly to his feet, reaching for the axe that lies nearby. "Where?" he asks, tersely.

[Elladan(#27059)] "Let then come," is the swift reply from Elladan. Then he calls out in the Common Tongue: "To arms, the foe is upon us! To arms!" His blade in the one hand and a torch in the other, he gazes out into the darkness.

[Oskar(#28429)] Other dwarves pile out of tents, weapons in hand; their deep-set, dark eyes stare around the great cavern - all with the same question as Oskar: where are they? The deep booming thuds reverberate directionlessly.

[Logoz(#19187)]
And in the darkness, amid the coming storm of swords, one foul brute in particular can be found within the goblin ranks. He is a hand or so taller than most, and burly shoulders stretch into brawny arms; these bearing a hefty mace in their hands. Logoz is not at the fore of the urk advance, but, he is not dawdling at the rear either.

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
The leader of the mob, the instigator of the scurrying, the drums, the breaking through the side chambers is a great massive cave-troll. He is huge and his bulk rises up in the dark, towering over the orcs who surround him and herald his coming with squeals of pain and bloodlust as he drives them forward.

The rhythm of the drums match his gait as Grothgor, mighty Chieftain of Gundabad, thunders his way towards the dwarven camp.

[Oskar(#28429)] "Great," says an unidentified, grumbly voice. "They have a cave troll!"

(But in total opposition to the movies...)

There is an instant chorus of enthusiastic responses from other dwarves. "It's mine! Mine, I say! I'm on it! KILL THAT TROLL!!"
 
 
Elrohir moves steadily to the fore, drawn blade gleaming with an awful light. "It is a good night for bleeding," he says briefly to his brother. "Disembowelment, decapitation, or...?"


Elladan chuckles drily. "Whatever makes them vanish from the face of Arda," he agrees with his brother. Then he calls back towards the camp: "Bring more light, we shall distract the troll!"

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Grothgor lets out a great bellow that echos throughout the halls as he starts breaking ranks and the rhythm of the drums. Orcs are squashed as he does not wait for them to clear a path. The pulp of their blood and body fluids squirts in all directions, covering the orcs who are near. The fresh scent of gore only adds to their bloodlust as the feeding frenzy comes upon them.

"KILL 'EM ALL!"

[Oskar(#28429)] "Shields up, boys!" shouts a dwarf. "All together now, face 'em - Hold!" The dwarven chaos - something like a kicked anthill - magically coalesces into a well-trained army; shield to shield, they make a line across the narrower portion of the cavern and brace themselves against the onslaught of orcish bad taste.

[Logoz(#19187)]
As the mighty troll rampages forth, Logoz is quicker than his fellows and darts aside the charge to sneer with glee in Grothgor's wake. "You heard the boss!" he cries out, kicking more than one of the smaller goblins around him up the rear. "Get out there and get slicing some leaf-ear throats!"

As the goblinkin surge forth to follow the ogre's lead, Logoz himself stalks forth, letting their charge swarm around him. Cold eyes search the ranks of the enemy, perhaps seeking a challenge.

[Oskar(#28429)] Oskar is amongst the dwarven line, jaw set grimly against the hordes of orcs that face them.
 
 
Torches flare up around the cavern, lighting the walls newly cleaned and scoured of orcish filth, and now newly stained again.

"The troll," Elrohir says to his brother. "It must not break the dwarven line." And, perhaps meaning implicit, he comes forward at a run.

[Calenloth(#27998)] Herne leg forward pushed through the orcan gore, Zogol wades forward through the sea of strewn bodies behind the troll. A low growl replaces words, scimitar raised, as he moves about the perimeter for the sides of the dwarven line.

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
It takes only a few troll-strides and the troll is already upon the half-elves coming towards him. His great mace is brought down and given his height, he uses it in the best way possible, as a great scythe that he swings back and forth to mow down all who would stand against him."DIE!"

Grothgor attacks you with his Mace!...
...and he hits! Ouch!


[Elladan(#27059)] "Some work at last!" Elladan evades the trollish mace with a sidestep and then swings his own sword against Grothgor's mighty limbs.

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

[Oskar(#28429)] The dwarves stand firm as the orcs boil towards them, howling. Oskar lifts his own deep voice in a roared battle cry.

[Logoz(#19187)]
But even as Elladan steps forth to assail the troll, the eyes of Logoz are narrowed and sly, and the brutish orc slinks forward in the press of bodies to approach the Peredhel. Sprining from the midst of his swarm just as the steel of Imladris lashes out, the goblin chief swings his own heafty mace toward the helmed head of the son of Elrond.

Logoz attacks Elladan with his Mace and mildly wounds him!

[Calenloth(#27998)]
And the voice only calls Zogol's march further forward. As the strewn anatomy cleared, his steps thud against the ground, echoing with his fury. Scimitar held straight forward against his waist, he lunges, barreling towards Oskar as he swings the blade upward towards the shoulder of the dwarf.
 
 
The trollish mace knocks the younger Peredhel neatly over, thudding against his cloaked form. Without pause, he drops into a roll, avoiding the next threshing sweep of the mighty weapon.

And so it is that Elrohir, clothed in silver and swirling shadow, comes near Grothgor. He wields his blade two-handed, cutting at the stony wrist.

You attack Grothgor with your Longsword...
Grothgor parries your attack with his Mace!



Elladan's attack goes awry but his momentum makes him rush away from the mace of Logoz and so it only scratches along his back, ripping a cleft into the grey cloak. Beneath that though there comes no blood but a flicker of bright metal. Wordlessly he spins around and stabs forward at the goblinking.

Elladan attacks Logoz with his Longsword, but Logoz parries the attack with his Mace!

[Oskar(#28429)] Oskar raises his shield to meet the scimitar stroke, and metal clashes. Around them, other orcs hurl themselves against the line and the dwarves fight back. Oskar lashes out at his own, personal orc with his axe; a downward strike that would surely sever an arm - if it hit true.

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
At this very moment...

The orc-line has hit the line of the stout dwarves like a huge wave crashing against the seawall of a harbor. The din is deafening as weapons meet, the wounded scream, and the mortally wounded among the orcs squeal as they are crushed under those behind them trampling them into the ground.

The great mace swings around and parries the elf-sword with ease. Grothgor grunts as he turns and lashes out at this fly attacking his flank. "DIE!" It is a command he expects to be heeded.

Grothgor attacks you with his Mace!...
...and he hits! Ouch!


 
Rising above the flickering and bloody lights, the cries of Dwarf-kin and Orc-horde, the clash of weapon meeting weapon, and footsteps of the deep mingle into a discordant, cavernous roar.

The earth itself rumbles.

[Logoz(#19187)]
Logoz is no king, lest it be of cut-throats in the sinister Yfelwyd, but certainly he seems one the other orcs look to for guidance, and throaty roars of encouragement rise from their throng as the brutish orc's mace raises to meet with the blade of Elladan. Snarling and hissing, Logoz then spits out a glob of bile to the Peredhel's eyes; only to swing low his mace a moment later in a bid to shatter Elladan's shin if he may.

Logoz attacks Elladan with his Mace and lightly wounds him!

[Calenloth(#27998)]
But the short stature weakens the stroke as it curls toward Zogol, and he twists away as his own weapon bashes into the metal shield. And again, the growl from the mouth of Zogol, phlegm showering from the gaps of his teeth.

Another strike from backside as the blade withdrawn from Oskar's shield may catch the midside of an unvigilant dwarf of the line, but the feverish fury calls the scimitar forward once again, a stabbing motion toward the neck.

[Oskar(#28429)] If Oskar were ever unvigilant, his brothers would catch him - now, at least, while the line holds. This strike comes to his unshielded side, but Sorri's is there to aid him - as his would be for Borril on the other side. The elderly cook bares his teeth in a fierce grin. "Got to be faster than that, scum," he taunts as he sweeps his axe across where Zogol's legs might be unwarily lingering.
 
 
The elvish fly is batted aside, holding a bruised shoulder. Elrohir stumbles sidways a few steps, his boots sliding in dwarvish and orcish gore (mostly orcish, thanks to the rush of the Troll).

He finds, as if by homing, the back of his brother.

And, Logoz being the closer than Grothgor, the younger, too, drives his blade towards the cut-throat King.

You attack Logoz with your Longsword...
Logoz parries your attack with his shield!


[Elladan(#27059)] And again the king of cut-throats proves to be too slow for the grace of the Eldar for his mace only bruises Elladan lightly. The son of Elrond instead is swirling into the opposite direction and raising this sword over the head he eventually brings the blade down towards Grothgor's right knee.

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

[Calenloth(#27998)]
But the swing caught if only by the corner of his eye, and the knee risen to a kick steps Zogol sideways, the butt of the axe bumping against his armored shin. A grimace is fleeting, but the rage infuriating draws the scimitar forward, diagonally, sideways, stabbing motions toward whichever flesh may fall in its path.

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
"ACK!" Grothgor grunts as a needle stabs him close to his knee. He involuntarily kicks and then uses his great mace to bat away whatever is down there. "You're new, but you'll meet your doom just like the other along with the stone-eaters! DIE!"

Grothgor attacks Elladan with his Mace and moderately wounds him!

[Logoz(#19187)]
Taken by surprise as Elrohir switches places with Elladan, it is instinct rather than training that raises Logoz' shield, and the orc captain is driven back a stumbling pace ere his wits seems to regather. His eyes become slits as they flit between the faces of the twins, until a snarl of relish escapes his lips.

No wary cry is uttered, but a thing blank tongue licks yellow fangs eagerly ere he closes with the younger of the sons of Elrond, seeking to enjoy similar success.

Logoz attacks you with his Mace!...
...and he misses!


[Oskar(#28429)] Two down from Oskar, a dwarf stumbles at a blow and the other orcs pounce on the opportunity. The first death... or is it? In the dim, the chaos and the shadows, who can know? But the hole in the line is plugged immediately; the body dragged back.


Elladan coughs as the troll's mace makes contact with his left shoulder and his torch goes flying sidewards into the host of orcs. But only one moment later the elder son of Elrond glares at Logoz again and the ancient sword Nallaklaure slashes through the air in order to cut the chest of Logoz.

Elladan attacks Logoz with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

[Oskar(#28429)] With howls of rage and screams of pain; mingling with the thundering voices of the dwarves, the cavern rings like a hammered bowl.
Logoz pages Elrohir and Elladan: Bah. At moments like these, I wish I still had Gorn. :/
 
But the success of Logoz is thwarted: indeed, Elrohir has found again his brother and rotates, side-stepping the orcish mace and facing instead the troll's.

In the dark now, the younger's blade flashes towards Grothgor's arm.

You attack Grothgor with your Longsword...
Your attack against Grothgor lightly wounds him!


[Logoz(#19187)]
Snarling now with less amusement, Logoz slips aside the slash of Nallaklaure and skitters away another pace, spitting out his distaste. The babble of yrch behind im grows once more, willing him forth, and so he duly obliges; closing with Elladan once more to swipe out his mace at the chin of the Peredhel.

Logoz attacks Elladan with his Mace and lightly wounds him!

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
The stab at his arm is nothing. It is NOTHING to Grothgor. To his army, he calls, "KILL THE STONE-EATERS, KILL 'EM ALL!" He ignores Elrohir and turns to attack the dwarven line directly, his mace out to mow down the nearest ones to him in the line ahead.

Grothgor attacks Oskar with his Mace, but he misses by a mile.

[Oskar(#28429)] The orc before him is all Oskar sees, until a gigantic mace appears from nowhere. The dwarf leaps backwards as the weapon slams into the ground in front of him; then runs forward with his own - so pitifully small by comparison - to hew at Grothgor's leg. Or foot. Or whichever is in the way.

Oskar attacks Grothgor with his War Hammer, but he misses by a handspan.

[Elladan(#27059)] Steel rings and a nasty scratching sound follows as Logoz's mace collides with Elladan's blade and finally slips off against the Peredhel's chest. Elladan winces and ducks away from the orc. Only to hack at Grothgor's heels from behind.

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Grothgor pulls back his mace and chunks of the floor go flying as it comes free. The troll attacks the line of the dwarves before him again, swinging back and forth to mow them down. "ALL OF YOU WILL ROAST OVER OUR FIRES THIS NIGHT!!!" He bellows, an ear-splitting bellow meant to warn all his enemies that Grothgor is at hand!

But then the half-elf is back and the troll turns. "You! DIE!" He swings his mace at the peredhel to end the nuisance.

Grothgor attacks Elladan with his Mace and moderately wounds him!

[Oskar(#28429)] One dwarf, then another, and another, go flying through the air as Grothgor's mace swings through them. There is no time for horror; the remaining dwarves press together, fighting more desperately now to hold against the orcs who - sensing a weakness in their line - leap forward with renewed vigor.

To die.

At least some of them...
 
 
The Trolls swings. The Dwarves fly. Elrohir's glance slips to Elladan, and then back to Logoz.

"Later," he says sweetly to the orc, and darts towards Grothgor, seeking to arrest his progress into the line.

You attack Grothgor with your Longsword...
Grothgor dodges your attack.


[Elladan(#27059)] The trollish mace hits hard this time and Elladan cries out in anger and pain. "Not ere you have turned to stone," he replies to Grothgor. And then follows the second part of the answer in a currency made of Noldorin steel.

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword and mildly wounds him!

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
The half-elves are close and he has the pick of them as they near. The great troll swings his mace down at Elrohir and then back at Elladan menacingly, their pinpricks only serving to goad him on. "I will KILL YOU /FIRST/." He swings, prepared to either crush the elf into the ground or leave a crater in the floor of the hall.

[Logoz(#19187)]
As the Elves and the Dwarves pile on the troll, Logoz hangs back, and watches from a distance. After all, this hulking menace has lorded over the caves of the goblins for a fair while, and many a resetnment has doubtless been stirred in their midst. Mingling into the throng, his mace having dealt at least some damage to the mighty Peredhel, the Yfelwydan chieftain withdraws from the fray.

Grothgor attacks you with his Mace!...
...and he misses!


[Oskar(#28429)] The dwarves are holding their own again, for the moment; fighting with grim, hard faces. Now and again, one is felled; but more orcs than dwarves die and die and die again. Still, there are countless more orcs than there are dwarves... when one falls, three spring forward to take its place.
 
The elf fails to smush into the ground; the crater is made in his stead. Elrohir cries charmingly, "No, thank you!" and dives at the monstrous thigh, slicing horizontally.

Still, there is an urgency to the Peredhel's strike: how long can they last?

[Elladan(#27059)] While the dwarves have take care of the countless orcs the elves are busy with keeping the troll at bay. And so Elladan swings his blade once more against the great beast named Grothgor.

[Oskar(#28429)] The orcs are slowly but surely pushing the dwarves back. The shield line doesn't break, but neither can it hold - not quite. One pace back they all take - the cavern narrows here, and the line can deepen.

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Grothgor is surrounded by these elves. What little expression his stony face is able to show is one of frustration as he is distracted from the main goal. He pulls free his mace and swats at Elrohir again. "You can't save them."

Grothgor attacks you with his Mace!...
...and he hits! Ouch!


 
In the narrowing corridor, Elrohir is pushed towards the wall. His sword rises in a challenging arc, his limbs steady, if tiring.

"Can we not?" he inquires, and dashes forward with renewed malice.

You attack Grothgor with your Longsword...
Your attack against Grothgor mildly wounds him!

[Elladan(#27059)] Seeing how his brother is beset by the troll, Elladan cries out in challenge: "You cannot kill me! Come here!" And then he aims at the heels of Grothgor again.

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword, but Grothgor parries the attack with his Mace!

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Parying Elladan's sword, Grothgor goes aver him next, swinging with renewed vigor. "You're not getting away from roasting!"

Grothgor attacks Elladan with his Mace and lightly wounds him!

Elladan is hit at the shoulder and he topples over, rolling into a dead orc. And look, there is an item the is most welcome in this fight against blunt brutality. The half-elf picks up an orcish shield and takes a defensive stand.

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Grothgor loses sight of Elladan. Tird of this trading blows with the elves, he takes up his mace again and starts at the dwarven line, his weapon smashing at them with full force to break them and allow his minions to break them up for easy pickings.

 
And the younger, the mirror of his brother, creeps up while the Great One of Gundabad turns his attention away. Elrohir crouches, catlike; helmed heads and bloodied orcish bodies are his stair, and his longsword his balance.

From a flying leap he strikes out, grey-clad limbs and shadowed hair streaming, for purchase upon the great Troll's back; there to latch on, and stab with all his might.

You attack Grothgor with your Longsword...
Your attack against Grothgor mildly wounds him!


[Grothgor(#32030)]  
"AH!" Grothgor is suddenly distracted by the weight on his back. He reaches with his free hand. "Get off! Get off!" I'll kill 'em all if you don't get off!" The sword thrust of Elrohir only spurs on the troll as he charges the dwarf line with renewed vigor, sweeping away all before him.

ARB: Grothgor has "passed" on his turn to attack.

[Elladan(#27059)] And behind him follows Elladan, and as the troll swings out against the dwarves, the half-elf slashes at the hollow of Grothgor's right knee. Some trees are likewise as sturdy but this mockery of a tree-herder must be hewn at last.

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword, but Grothgor parries the attack with his Mace!
 
 
"No, you won't," Elrohir says matter-of-factly into what passes for Grothgor's ear. He has taken off his cloak, and the light, silvery material trails out behind them like laundry out to dry.

The elven-cloak, woven with elven hands and elvensong in enchanted forests, thus meets its noble mission as a blindfold. It is cast over the troll's head.

You forego your chance to attack.


[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Grothgor gets tired of the weight on his back and he turns and turns, hoping the force will get to fly off. As he comes around, a flash comes at him and he chops to knock it away. Growling, he smashes back, but is suddenly in the dark, blindfolded. He starts thrashing about, ready to hit anything around him be it Elladan, dwarf, or orc.

Grothgor attacks Elladan with his Mace, but he misses by an arm's length.


The dwarves press on, filling the line with those who are still able. But slowly, inexorably, the sheer volume of orcs forces them back, step by step.

Elrohir clings like a rider to the stony back and shoulders of the troll. As Grothgor spins about, and the weight begins to get dizzy, he forces his longsword down, slicing at the neck of the giant.

You attack Grothgor with your Longsword...
Your attack against Grothgor lightly wounds him!


[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Grothgor continues to stamp around and lash out. This new pain in his neck only adds to his destructive attacks, one of which falls Elladan's way.

Grothgor attacks Elladan with his Mace, but he misses by a handspan.


Elladan is not idle either and while his likeness is riding the troll he continues with slicing the crude pillars that make Grothgor walk and stalk.

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.


The orcs swarm, seeming to never end, even though the Dwarves shore up the lines with the dead. A quick-silver glance about the cavern, from the vantage of the troll's great height, brings Elrohir to a worrying conclusion.
 
"(Sindarin) Elladan," he calls, his voice melodic in the sea of chaos. "(Sindarin) They cannot hold. We must fly."

Giving a great shout, he hews again at Grothgor's neck.

You attack Grothgor with your Longsword...
Grothgor dodges your attack.


[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Elrohir is backed into the side of the cavern as Grothgor smashes about. Suddenly the veil over his eyes is lifted and the troll grunts, seeing at last. He charges Elladan who is not far away, bashing for all he's worth!

Grothgor attacks Elladan with his Mace, but Elladan parries the attack with his shield!
 
 
(Perforce, the younger Peredhel loses his grip and falls off.)


"A grim thought, brother," calls Elladan. "But true." Changing to Westron he calls to the dwarves: 'Fall back! We cannot hold against this army! Fall back and take what you may grab!' The thought of saving their valuables from greedy orcish hands should spurry the dwarves more than any battle cry.

 But then as he makes this command, Elladan's shield arm is hit deftly by the troll's club and the elf stumbles sidewards. But he also lashes out against the hand that holds the mace. "Stand up, brother and fly!"

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword, but Grothgor parries the attack with his Mace!
 
 
Elrohir picks himself slowly, bathed in black blood and gore.

"Not yet," he murmurs, grey eyes blazing, and launches himself at his erstwhile steed's hamstring.

You attack Grothgor with your Longsword...
Grothgor parries your attack with his Mace!


[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Grothgor parries the blow with his huge mace. Not hard thanks to huge mace vs. the little longsword. He quickly pushes back with his great strength, pushing aside the sword to bash right at Elrohir.

Grothgor attacks you with his Mace!...
...and he hits! Ouch!



The dwarves meet the exhortation of Elladan with a rousing cry: riches are dear, yes, but not so dear as to pay for them with ready-made cowardice! The line holds, though some of the weary and wounded in the rear glance nervously back towards their belongings.

[Oskar(#28429)] The orcs pile in - shouts and glittering eyes and fire are reflected from every tunnel - save the one behind. At last, a dwarven voice lifts in echo of Elladan's cry. "Not this time, laddies! Fall back! In order now!" he exhorts.

[Elladan(#27059)] "Enough of this!" As his brother is bashed down, Elladan thrusts his sword forward in anger at the now open belly of Grothgor. "Earendil!"

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.

 
A cry bubbling in his throat, Elrohir is turned twice around by the hit; yet he stands, still. Taking the sword in both hands, he echos his twin's shout.

The intent: to hold the troll for the retreat of the Dwarves from Gundabad.

You attack Grothgor with your Longsword...
Your attack against Grothgor mildly wounds him!


[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Grothgor feels the slice from the sword, but it is merely a paper cut. He lashes out with his mace to knock aside Elrohir.

Grothgor attacks you with his Mace!...
...and he hits! Ouch!


[Elladan(#27059)] "Fall back!" Elladan repeats his call to leave this dreaded cavern. But there is more work to do before they can retreat. He wields his sword in a wide arc before thrusting it at Grothgor's left arm.

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

[Oskar(#28429)] There is some grumbling, but the dwarves obediently begin their retreat. Obediently and orderly; allowing for their belongings to be hurried out behind.
 
 
Elrohir, once again, finds himself between a rock and a hard place. An arm, outflung, saves him from slamming against the gore-slick wall; yet, as he rests there for a heartbeat, the blood he wipes from his mouth is his own.

There are no words for a fight that must ultimately end in retreat, in defeat -- his tongue is the blade.

You attack Grothgor with your Longsword...
Your attack against Grothgor lightly wounds him!


[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Elrohir attacks, but is a mere nothing, a NOTHING! The troll turns around ponderously and calls out, "Where's the other one?" He sees Elladan behind him and approaches with his mace held ready. Then, at the right time, he smashes in the direction of the elder half-elf.

Grothgor attacks Elladan with his Mace, but Elladan parries the attack with his Longsword!

[Elladan(#27059)] Indeed, the time for words is over now. Elladan raises his blade in defense and again the two deadly instruments collide in mid-air. The elf is swift though and so is already behind Grothgor's mace as he strikes against the olog's flank.

Elladan attacks Grothgor with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Grothgor is pretty nimble for a troll as he pivots to get Elladan out from under his flank and counterattack with his mace, using the spikey end as a spear to drive back the half-elf.

Grothgor attacks Elladan with his Mace and moderately wounds him!

[Oskar(#28429)] The dwarves have fallen back, but hold open the way out for the two half-elven who fight still behind them. How much longer they can hold is uncertain - the hordes of orcs seem undiminished.
 
 
Elrohir comes up behind Elladan, unheard in the din.

"We go," he says quietly, holding himself upright with a stiff, steely pride -- and placing his brother behind him, begins to back away, sword outstretched in menace.


Elladan had stumbled anew as the spiked mace hit him in the back but now he follows his brother as they make for the line of dwarven warriors. A quick lash sidewards and one unlucky orc breaks down in agony but the troll is left alone for the moment.

[Grothgor(#32030)]  
Grothgor does not give chase as his domain here in Gundabad has been cleared of dwarves. He watches his orcs drive away the last of the dwarves and the two half-elves from his vantage. "I will eat you all another day!"


Date added: 2011-07-14 22:11:32    Hits: 141
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