Post by The War on Jan 24, 2012 1:42:41 GMT -5
The screeches of Orcs could heard and the yells of man sound. Horns blew and bloody corpses littered the courtyard north of a Gondorian held bridge. Amidst this chaos and bloodshed a Gondorian soldier stood and slew yet another orc. Blood dripped from his mace, and his towershield was dented, his silver armor covered and darkened in both entrails of friend and foe. Another large Orc came ripping from the back, our hero dove at it. His shield clanged as the orcs crude bone and black iron club slammed against his shield. The soldier smashed his shield against the Orc's chest and his mace cracked against the Orc's head, smiting his foe. The soldier turned to see his comrades brawling and grappling with their foes. He saw dead being mutilated and his brothers-in-arms losing their fight. He heard a the pale howl of a horn and more orcs swarming in from a make shift bridge across the channel. Then he heard a whistle and call, he looked to the ruins and saw archers clad in olive green hood with the white tree on their shoulder pads among the pale-mable ruins of the once great city of man. Arrows flung like a rain of thorns at the oncoming Orc reinforcements. The beasts screamed and yelled falling in pain and agony as the archers arrows mad their mark. A top a pedistel his Captain was engaged in combat with with another man, glad in pale golden armor and black chain mail, with two crude scimitars in his grasp. The Captain made a lunge but exclaimed in pain as the blade ripped his chest open. "Noooo!" The soldier yelled as his Captain fell. His brothers began to falter more. The solider rushed the dark man and engaged him. He smashed his shield against the raider's blades and tried spinning around to stagger him with his mace. The dark man bellowed and yanked the shield from our hero's grasp and slammed him with the blunted ends of the cold steel scimitar in his left hand. The soldier staggered but pulled through he swiped with his mace and clanged one of his blades breaking it. Hate for this dark men and the will to defend his brothers-in-arms flowed though the soldiers his veins. The soldier went on a relentless flurry ending in the death of the man of Harad. He picked his former Captain's horn up and blew it as loud as he could. Then morning sun breaking though the veil of shadow and making the soldier in silver Gondorian armor look like a angel among the battlefield rallied the men. Victory was on the way, and this man was on the path to become a hero.