All current role-playing will take place, here; record or post links to your die rolls, as well as anything you feel is relevant to playing your character in our present adventure, for ease of reference. All current Out-of-Character (OOC) discussions should take place here, as well, such as Fellowship/ Company planning. Please, keep your die rolls and short OOC notes in the main game thread; you may even use an OOC note to point to a topic (insert a URL into your post) or post elsewhere in this forum, as long as it is relevant to the on-going game.
Old adventures and OOC posts will go into the proper forum category area once the new adventure and OOC thread have been established. OOC threads MAY carry over to more adventures if I deem there is not enough in the current thread to separate it from a new OOC thread.
The cold air was like knife strikes on his lungs, each step felt heavier than the last and yet the Ranger's pace did not falter. The blaze of the fire calling him to his companions still held its bright beacon as he fought against the snow and wind to reach the battle. The sounds of Warg howls, Orcish war screams and arrow hisses filled the air. The battle shouts of Elf, Man and Dwarf resounded in response to the oncoming storm and the fearful cries of horses completed the dread symphony.
The rasp of the blade was clear and loud as it was drew from its sheath in one smoothe movement. The silver caught and reflected every tiny glimpse of the firelight creating the smallest of flash on the close horizon. Gripping the blade with both his hands, Artorius broke into a run towards the battle. Finding new strength upon seeing his fellowship, the tall figure clad in snowy grey cloak charged into the melee, his voice joining the fierce combat chant.
"I am the Son of the Island of Stars,
A land lost in a far beyond time.
But forever the fire burns in my heart,
My loyalty shall never die.
The blade in my hand shall shine like dawn,
Striking like waves of the ocean, fast and strong.
I'll wander under stars until I'm gone
My fate is sealed by Manwë's storm."
As the wargs draw close, Frerin lets his bow drop to the ground, draws the ornate, two-handed dwarven greataxe from his back, and steps up to face the approaching wargs with narrowed eyes and a sound reminiscent of a taunting growl. "Aye, come at me, vermin! Me grandsire's axe shall feed on cur's blood t'night!"
The Warg deftly steps aside your arrow and seems to grin at you as it prepares to leap...
Just as the Leader Warg (#1) unwind's its legs to launch at Ellisidil, Moriel's arrow shatters the beast's skull, pulling brains, pieces of skull, and an eyeball torn loose from its socket out the opposite side of its head, snapping its neck in that same direction and breaking the spine of the beast. The momentum of its carcass flying through the air lands unceremoniously to Ellisidil's right, sliding to a halt nearly a foot from the Woodman's right knee, and then begins sliding down the rocky hillside.
Éadnes seeing there is no option but to defend his companions moves to attack.
With difficulty he seeks a weakspot in his adversary, moving swiftly so as not to entangle Snowmane or Aethelwulf in their frenzy.
Between horse, man and warg no clear strike is possible as friends and foe dance to obtain a clear strike.
'Damn, give me one clear chance to strike!' Éadnes exclaims as he moves those around him to create space with his parrying spear.
He hears Artorius and hope he will arrive from an unexpected direction and prevent mishap between beast and man.
Frerin intercepts the bite with his armored shoulder and scoffs as the warg's razor-sharp teeth scrape over his thick mail coat without finding an opening. "Really, that's th' best ya can do? I've seen pups bitin' harder 'n that!" He taunts the warg, trying to coax it into giving him an opening for his strike.