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    Posted: 08 May 2010 at 8:31pm
THE LONG ROAD WEST
 

Having set out from Erebor, warriors known as Guardians of Imladris, Nurbor Caladcrist and Aeglos and others are escorting several merchants and other travellers heading west for the lands of the Beornings and crossing the Misty Mountains into Eriador, perhaps as far as the Grey Havens.
On reaching Mirkwood they meet up with another Guardian, Iânárdil at the Black Squirrel who is secretly following a scurrilous metalwork trader, Langstrand of Dale, who is supposedly selling farm implements to the Beornings. In fact Langstrand's cargo is destined for Dol Guldur, once the domain of The Necromancer but now held by three of his Nazgûl...
Our story moves on with Aeglos and Iânárdil now hot on the heels of Langstrand with the rest of the caravan about to head out from the Black Squirrel Inn...
 
If your character is playing along with the Elves in pursuit of Langstrand please label your posts Dol Guldur
 
If you are staying on the road with the merchants please label your posts Caravan
 
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Dol Guldur
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NPC Aeglos           NPC Iânárdil
                 
 
"'Nardil!" Aeglos tossed the reins of his horse to Iânárdil as he came out of the stables and was already a furlong down the road as the ellon was swinging himself into the saddle. With a wry grin he urged the animal into a swift trot to catch up with the ancient elleth.
 
"They will be easy enough to follow for the time being Aeglos - they have no option but to follow the road for now."
"I killed a snaga just to the north of the tavern not an hour since" As usual Aeglos' voice was calm and unconcerned. "I do not sense any others for now, but one snaga on its own and so near the Inn is no co-incidence - not when the Inn is run by an Elf. They watch this place and I have no doubt there are others further on who will be looking out for your man and his merchandise..."
'Nardil coloured, feeling a little careless, though he knew Aeglos had not been intending any admonishment over his missing the lookout - he had been in the Inn at the time keeping his eye on Langstrand after all.
"Well tell me as soon as you get another scent of the foe. There's no telling where he'll leave the road - he may not turn south until he reaches the forest's edge."
"Too much sunlight for the daugs (soldiers) - if he needs an escort it will be before he reaches the lands of the Beornings"
Iânárdil chuckled ironically. "Well if I was them I certainly would not trust him so far and that's a fact. Never have I met such a devious mortal before!"
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Caravan

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had taken his rest after introducing Silen to the merchants and making sure all knew who the others were, for his leadership couldn't guide both things and he knew Silen to be a crafty ellon and well versed in survival in mirkwood as it was his home, the caravan would be fine passing out from the woods while they went after the arms dealer.  But the Caravan made slower progress than expected in the beginning, for the mortals were slow to rouse too often used to their comfortable homes in Erebor and Dale, though things quickly got to speed and they were well under way by the time First light came over the eastern horizon.
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DOL GULDUR
 
NPC Aeglos & NPC Iânárdil
 
They had been following the lumbering wain for the best part of three days, at a snail's pace seemingly. He was begining to doubt the evidence of his own eyes back at the Squirrel but the pristine weaponry he'd discovered were very real indeed and Langstrand was definitely up to no good because they were moving as fast as their heavy payload permitted.
 
Mirkwood was getting to him as well. It was too like the Doriath he had had to flee with the other survivors of the second kinslaying. Worse in places in fact. There was so little light and the trees were too tightly packed and 'dead' though still growing, but only in malevolence. How Thranduil's people could bear it was beyond him - but then their enclave far to the north was still viable within the sway of the King's enchantments. It was no Lothlórien, but the Silvans and their Sindar nobles still kept some of the darkness of the rest of this vile place at bay. Aeglos was not the ideal companion for this kind of mission either, although she was very good at keeping quiet and making no excess of noise. It was like keeping company with a ghost!
 
She was glad that 'Nardil had asked her to come with him. Escort duty was not something she enjoyed in any way and the Secondborn were always wearisome company for her. The strange-looking elleth was well aware of how her appearance and silent nature was repellent even to her own people, but at least they mostly left her to herself once they knew her nature and that she had no interest in social activities.
 
Of all the Guardians in Imladris, she knew Nurbor and 'Nardil best and although she would never claim their close friendship as such, she trusted and respected them both as much for their tolerance of her nature as for their own prowess in battle and their comradeship down the long years. She had known Nurbor longer but 'Nardil had probably ridden with her more, for they had served together almost continuously since the fall of Doriath, until the end of the Second Age and the death of Gil-galad. This little foray was almost like a holiday for her, with a companion who did not press her for unnecessary talk or complain about the tedium of tracking such a slow-moving quarry...
 
... she stopped her mount, gesturing to 'Nardil to do the same, then stood up in the stirrups trying to scent the sparse wind that was coming from the south of the road. Both silently sliding out of the saddle, she stood close to the ellon and breathed in his ear
"They are a mile or so to the south west of the road and moving this way."
"Best to stay here for now?" He followed her example and spoke softly into her ear.
She shook her head. "We can lead the horses - we are far enough back. So long as we are quiet."
"How many do you think?"
She paid him the compliment of a rare smile. "Even I am not that good, 'Nardil! A fair number I think - that is why we need to keep following - so you can make a good report back to Nurbor!"
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Silen urged his mount ahead of the first wagons to join Nurbor and 'Nárdil, who had come galloping up to them from the western road. The Sindar had been expected, which was why Silen was eager to hear what tidings he brought with him.
 
"... Aeglos says there are around eighteen of them. All orcs, but some of them are the big ones. We only saw eleven with Langstrand, but there were definitely more waiting away from the road. Ah Silen! There you are!"
"Suil 'Nardil!"  He smiled at his friend and noted that the ellon's horse didn't look too sweaty. "How far off are they then?"
"No more than ten miles I guess - they slowed down this morning, so we think this was where they'd arranged to meet. When we were sure that Langstrand had stopped, Aeglos circled around to the south to backtrack  whilst I went on with the horses - the orcs have made a rough pathway for the cart. She thinks it may run all the way to Dol Guldur!"
"Aye - that would make sense. There's thick woodland and undergrowth all the way to the Foe's fortress generally. It only clears when you get to the hill it is built on. Last time we scouted down there we found there were thorn trees growing thick all around the base of the rise - that was around five years ago though." He frowned a little and looked at Nurbor "Will you have enough blades to ride with you Caladcrist? They'll outnumber you pretty much..."
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(Take me, Spanish) Caravan (yes I know you can)

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had been riding at the front of the caravan keeping his eyes on the paths ahead, with the threat of yrch near to take the weaponry from the crooked merchant he suspected that the caravan could find itself in perils as well from greedy yrch and merchants with a nose for a quick gain.  As Silen rode forward Ianardil was returning and the old noldo smiled if only slightly, in amusement, for he'd largely been in his own mind churning away at plans and contingencies all the while looking for threats to emerge from the woods around them.

Paranoia became a survival habit amongst the long lived, or those who wished to live long, especially when traveling with a merchant caravan.  Ianardil wasted little time with the scouting report, very succinct in his depictions of what they face ahead of them.  But it was Silen's question he would see to first,"I believe we can take them, Nardil and I are no strangers to bow work, and between us and the Lady we should take them fairly swiftly I'd hope.  My fear lies in that if we take too many of our trusty blades with us there will be naught left to guard the caravan which I see being in potential danger if that many yrch lurk near by.  Maybe we take one of the newer made guardians with us and give them a bit of experience under supervision?" he suggested scanning along the caravan. 

A process that wasn't difficult for the tall elda sitting erect in the saddle,"Bows will level the playing field before we have to meet them with our blades, and bows might help us keep it quiet, for I'm certain the enemy has ears even amongst the wilds surrounding this wasteland in the south." he said thinking back to what little he knew of Dol Guldur.  It wasn't a place he had been to after it was built, though he had wandered amongst Mirkwood upon occasion.  Short of a full scale army, the calaquendi knew better than to betray his presence by getting too close to the fortress of the Dark Lord.
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Gripping the reins in one of his hands, the ranger rarely would have to steer his horse in the direction of where the caravan was heading. The horse was well trained and had no problem following the few who led the caravan. The group was quite large, more so than he had expected but it was likely better this way knowing that most who would need assistance would already be here. Following behind the elf known as Nurbor, accompanied by the other leaders he suspected, they led at a normal pace whilst discussing how they would execute their plans. He knew of the strategy they had brewed up on how they would split off from the caravan and take a raiding party to rid the path ahead of any enemies that would cause trouble. The plan seemed to worry them though from what Eridor could hear as he followed close behind. *Fewer numbers than expected for the raiding party...mmm depends on what resistance we will encounter ahead.* He thought to himself scanning the forest for any sign of an enemy scout.

After a few minutes of listening patiently he finally put forward his opinion on the matter. "Pardon me for my interruption on your meeting...but what do you expect to run into for resistance? Hundred...maybe two-hundred orcs? We seem to have a decent amount here who could wield a weapon. depending on what your strategy is there is options available to deceive our enemy and give us a better advantage in combat." Pulling his horse ahead a bit more so that he was beside Nurbor, able to speak face to face with the group. He bowed his head slowly before speaking again. "For instance...we have a fair few who could fight but they lack skill to fight like a regular soldier would, but we can use that to our advantage within reason." Pausing for a moment, he took a drink from his deerskin before continuing. "We could use this to our advantage to lure in the enemy and ambush them with bowmen and when they draw too close to the group we could have some hidden ready to take the front lines and help the weaker soldiers."

He sighed quietly as he glanced to and from the few elves beside him knowing that his opinion may be taken either well considered...or backfire entirely. He knew the wisdom elves possessed and respected it with no objection. "I apologize if I am out of line, I do have experience fighting in these lands, as I am sure all of your kin here has as much experience as me or more. I just thought I would put forth my opinion." Now going silent Eridor slowed his horse and dropped back behind the group to follow once more.

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CARAVAN
 
Silen smiled at the ranger (Eridor). "There will be work enough for the escort warriors who stay with the caravan - we are only halfway through this forest and the western side is the more dangerous believe me, even on this road. But Nurbor's excursion may go far to the south and west."  The smile faded away as Silen went on.  "It is perilous down there and you would need an army to assault it. It is no place even for civilians who have some notion to fighting, and these wagons could not travel easily or at all and would anyway be far too slow. So, as Nurbor is saying, this is work for the fleet and for bowmen in the main, before the quarry gets too far into the tangled wood and finds too many allies."
 
"Aye, Silen is right, the wagons must keep to the road - they will hinder us. But stay with Nurbor and I, Eridor. A Ranger's bow is reliable and we will have need of sword arms too at the end. Maybe one or two others amongst the guards we have here, and that will suffice, though we will be outnumbered at first. The dark of the forest will serve us better than them, as they will have to make a pathway of sorts for Langstrand's cart, so we will soon catch up and start to pick them off.
 
Silen had turned his horse whilst 'Nardil had been speaking. "Well I have committed to leading these good merchants and their payloads, so I will pass the word down the line to our other guards and send them along to you if they need more excitement on their way! My lady would have sharp words with me if I went and left her alone to look after our traders!" Laughing at himself more than anyone, he moved off at a trot for the first wagons were nearing them and he could see Galdor and Cernwyld were looking their way with some interest.
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Galdor Sindanion from Mithlond (4)

CARAVAN
 

The percentage of alcohol in the ale was negligible. Galdor had not taste much of this in the two ales he had, and neither felt anything of this addition in his blood, or felt it in his head. His eyes were clear and alert. He drank the last of his beer, placed the mug on a table nearby and stood up from the chair near the hearth. The flames were playing still, but he had grown enough of it and left the establishment. Outside it was better than in the smoke inside. He inhaled the fresh air and closed his eyes for a moment, a sign he was enjoying it. The street was deserted for at this hour. Not surprising perhaps. But it didn’t interest Galdor much. His hand rested on the knob of his sword hidden under his cloak. He walked down the street going to collect Egrin and a few other necessities for on the road home.

 

They were finally underway. Galdor had never really understood the need of humans to run into every pub they crossed. Knew they no moderation? Had they not the ease to resist the taste of alcohol? The caravan had met the road and began now with the travel to the West. For him it meant home, but what would it be for the others? He could ask his fellow elves, but he would not try with those who died. Lucky he rode in front of the caravan and saw a little of them, though he could hear them chatter, loudly enough to awake all the trolls and spiders here in the forest. The old Forest Road was quite safe, but unwanted evils wandered sometimes here too. It split Eryn Lasgalen in two. Egrin sniffed the air and whined suddenly. Was something ahead on the road? Galdor narrowed his eyes, suspicious perhaps if it was something evil. Deep inside he rather ventured away from this place and sought out something more dangerous than playing guard. The humans could protect themselves also. Merchants knew they had to wield their weapons sometimes.

 

He pulled the reins so they stopped for a moment and when he turned around to see what happened behind him, he saw that a rider came his way. Silen he knew quite, but where was Aeglos among? He frowned when the rider was with him. “You are riding fast. What’s the matter? A side mission maybe?” he asked half expecting what the elf would have on his mind, but not yet certain. Galdor found that Egrin was quite restless. “I believe something hid down the road, my horse is restless and rather wants to turn around.” Perhaps Silen could do something with this information or pass it along to someone else. The road was old, the shadows deep and not much light filtered through the roof of leaves over their heads. What would it be now, and where would it come from?

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CARAVAN
 
"Aye - we're being watched Galdor, but we have been doing some watching of our own, or rather 'Nardil and Aeglos have been..." He grinned at the Sindar and nodded back towards Nurbor and Eridor, "... Aeglos has stayed on the trail but Nardil's come back to get a few more bows. They have a pack of yrch and a couple of Secondborn up to no good and bound for South Mirkwood - if you're quick I think they'd be glad of your help!"
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Eridor nodded reluctantly hoping that there was a better way to do the entire journey. Danger was unavoidable he knew, but he had hoped they could decrease the risk of losing anyone far more by keeping the yrch pre-occupied. "Well it is still a good plan for sure Master Silen, although it would have been great to be able to keep everyone in a nice group." He joked. "Alas, I shall leave you to get the rest ready for what is to be done up ahead. Call on me if you need anything, I shall be waiting till we part ways from the caravan." And at that he slowed his horse up and turned heading back towards the middle of the caravan to find a spot where he could defend should there be any ambush.


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CARAVAN (NPC Silen Aranor)

"If you can use that bow you carry Eridor then I think for now Nurbor could use more help than this main group - and even then there will only be a handful against this smuggling party they'll be pursuing."  Silen's grin was broad for he knew the Ranger wished to be of use, but trotting along with slow-moving wagons as not really warrior's work. "I spoke to Sillhandas back at the Black Squirrel as he has contacts all along the road, and it looks as though we shall not be troubled by yrch at least - they will get word to us if there is anything to fear. The most we have to worry over is perhaps the spiders and I and several others here are well used to battling those - you go with the Caladcrist (Nurbor), he will make better use of you and he will want to be on the move before too long now!"
 

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LRW~Ambushing

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saw to the preparations he wanted to provision out with the caravan before parting ways and chasing after the fiendish langstrand, Silen should have no problems getting them to the beornings, as that was where he had hoped to rejoin with them after this incursion they were now setting off to begin.  Nurbor watched as the caravan continued to roll by, the hood on his grey cloak pulled over his head and hiding his face from all but a determined close up investigation.  The cloth of his cloak was of the prized galadhrim material, a gift from the Lady of the woods to aide him in his work, and he had made ample use of such a gift in this very way quite often.  The numbers seldom favoured those who served the light, but their advantages came with surprise and skill, which was one more thing he hoped to make use of before the end of the day.  Those who would go on the foray to ambush Langstrand were gathering alongside the old road as the caravan passed leaving only them and the settling dust from the passing wagons.

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Towards Dol Guldur (NPC Aeglos)
 
The elleth knew her gwedeir (oath brothers Nurbor and Iânárdil) would be no more than a few hours behind her and the trail was unmissable though the yrch (orcs) had done a good enough job to conceal the point at which Langstrand's wagon had left the road. After Iânárdil had departed to summon Nurbor and the others she did not follow the wagon, but circled out to the east with the wind, retracing her earlier scouting around to the other group of yrch who were now cutting a crude road for the wagon, heading deeper south west into the dark woods.
 
Her horse followed her at a distance as she did not wish to waste any time getting back to her fellows if there was anything to report. She could smell and hear the rest of the yrch before she saw them for they were still hacking a path but suddenly there was the sounds of shouting and of metal being unsheathed. Calling softly for her horse to stay still, Aeglos slid closer to the yrch through the trees until she was in sight of the smaller group. Smaller in number, but not in size. There were Uruks with this band...
 
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"Get back to work maggots!" Bagrabosh snarled his scorn at the other mountain-bred snagas and pressed his dagger a little deeper into the quivering throat of their gobby little brother who had been leading the whining. The uruk's other clawed hand was around the goblin's neck holding him several inches off the ground against the trunk of a gnarled oak. "You can leave the killing to us - as usual! Just get this lot chopped back so far as the stream and you can have a 'nice' little rest then."
"But there were Elves there with the other mortals at the inn - Scrofi told me he'd seen 'em and then he went back for another look and din't come back! There was one of those shiney Elfs too! What if they see the road?"
"The mortal said they were hours behind him and the Elves had stayed at the Inn." Time was going to waste here and Bagrabosh was tired of the argument. "You can have all the rest you want or get back to work - your choice!"
"But they'll see it - the El...urgghh!"
Bagrabosh twisted his knife as it made contact with the bark and took his hand away, letting the hapless creature dangle in its death throes, turning to glare at the other goblins shaking his fist at them, "Get on with it or you'll be spider food like yer mate here!"
 
Aeglos was already on her way back to meet Nurbor and the others. Four other Uruks had joined this one since she had seen this group and she could hear the stream so it was not far off. It looked like Langstrand, his servant and his wagon would soon be surplus to requirements and likely the yrch would be portering the weapons the rest of the way back to the Dark Fortress...
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Excitement stirred in Cernwyld as the message came back down the caravan that there was a party off Orc hunting that needed more fighters. Despite a slight doubt that all these elves and rangers might have him slightly outclassed he dropped out into the dust beside the road to join Nurbor, they might have more experience but Cernwyld was sure he could manage to hold his own. Besides travelling with the caravan was getting tedious, what was the point in having left home if he didn't find some adventure?
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Watching the caravan pass them by, Eridor surveyed their surroundings in patience as he and the rest of the warriors waited for the signal to move onward. He brought his lips into a small smile as he looked around at the group who was all waiting with their steeds, checking equipment and discussing strategy with one another. A warm tingling coursed through him as he thought about how nice it was to be in a group once more. Long had it been since he was in the company of others. 

Walking his horse along the group, Eridor came across a male(Cernwyld) younger than he most likely. He was not an elf or a ranger, but Eridor had no doubt the man would be able to hold his own. "And what brings you about such a quest as this?" Eridor muttered with a short smile on his lips as he glanced up from the ground at the man.
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Ambushing~LRW

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watched as the caravan passed leaving their small party waiting to have their foray with the wayward langstrand.  His company to ambush the weapons merchant was small but each carried a bow with them and he hoped they were all at least familiar with their blades upon their hips.  Eridor the ranger he knew there was no worries about, Ianardil was obviously a steady hand, and he had no fear for his own skills against these fiends.  Cernwyld would be the wild card he needed to keep an eye out for, the man was still learning where to be sure of himself the ellon could see, and only needed a little opportunity to find his strength of character such as this very one.

"We'll go in here, leave your mounts inside along this rough road, we should be safe enough without them and I'll not have us giving away the horseflesh scent nor noise if we needn't do so.  We shall likely find Aeglos before we get close enough for that though, but walk quietly, and use whatever you know of stealth as we press forward, we'll stay in a tight group everyone with their bows ready.  Don't shoot the wraith looking elf, she's our ticket to crashing this little venture to the Dark Lord's hold." he said with a smile and strung his bow as he made ready to proceed down the rough road.
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Turning to look at Eridor as the ranger addressed him Cernwyld was immediately impressed, "I don't like Orcs, they raid our herds and spoil our crops every year." Well that sounded pompous enough for a Mayor, but still it seemed like a better answer than just that he'd been bored at home and left to find some excitement, "and well Mirkwood's an imtimidating place to travel on your own" he added in a rush of honesty.

Nurbor's orders came before much more could be said though so Cernwyld checked that the arrows in his quiver sat easily to hand and prepared to move into the thicker woods. Although he thought of himself as being pretty good in the woods from many hours spent there as a youth the rest of this group looked a good deal more woodswise and he didn't need Nurbor's warning that stealth was essential.
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A large grin came to his face as Cernwyld replied with an often heard answer. "Now that I think of it...Cernwyld is it? I do not think I have ever met someone who has liked orcs." Continuing to smile as he finished Eridor quickly changed his emotions readying for the attack that would soon come. "Looks as though we shall have to finish later." He whispered as he pulled his bow off of his back and strung an arrow.

The ground was cold and damp, mist covering the air slightly as the group went further into the woods. Nurbor gave strict instructions as they pushed through heading to where they would ambush the yrch. It was hard to see in the thick brush that they traversed but it would also mean that the enemy would have the same downfall. Taking a deep breath Eridor readied himself for what strength he would need to survive the next hour or so in the dark forest.


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"You are with Woodelves now, young Cernwyld, so do not worry - some of us have been in far worse places than Mirkwood and lived to tell the tale!" Iânárdil nodded grimly at the mortals of their little group as they followed Langstrand's trail. It was no less than the truth, but especially applied to the 'wraith' looking elf - he had grinned at how Nurbor had described Aeglos. The Valar knew what she had seen, why she was how she was, but she wasn't telling anyone else that was for sure. All he knew was that the elleth had some kind of eternal vendetta with orcs and once she had locked onto her prey they died - always.
 
They had gone a good way when Aeglos appeared, holding her horse's bridle, standing in the middle of the trail looking her usual taciturn self. She wasted no time in telling them what awaited them.
"It is a trap Caladcrist. For the mortal traitor, not us - although they know we are about."  Swiftly she told of what she had seen and overheard earlier.
"There are uruks with the other party that stayed back from the road - more have just joined. When Langstrand's 'escort' reaches the stream south-west of here they will kill the mortals and then porter the weapons down to the Fortress. They were only ever making the trail for the wagon to that point and so Langstrand will just disappear forever and nobody will be any the wiser." She looked over at
Iânárdil as she went on, her fell gaze glowing ruby despite the darkness under the trees. "I killed a snaga back at the Inn - he was a spy for this troop so they know we are near, but not how near - our blades will drink  blood soon enough!"
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Nurbor nodded as Aeglos informed them of what lay ahead and the progression of the treacherous Langstrand.  "Our concern isn't so much about saving the mortals, as it is stopping those weapons from reaching the enemy, everyone with us has bows and plenty of arrows we can harass them from afar for a few moments before we have to plunge blades through yrch.  How many of them are there, do you have any clue to an exact head count?" he asked as they walked further down the beaten brush trail.
 
Ianardil was trying to ease the fears of the young mortal who'd volunteered to come with them, and he smiled, thinking about some of the more death-defying escapades they had escaped from in the past.  "He is right, each of the three of us have survived more encounters with the dark Lord and his minions than we'd ever talk about.  The real dark lord is no longer able to touch this world, luckily for you." he said for that foul fiend was never too far from his mind.  Morgoth Bauglir had taken much away from him, and dealt him many more wounds in the process, which was what drove the old elf on his seemingly neverending quest.
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Cernwyld started, his heart pounding in his chest as the bleached looking being (Aeglos) appeared, his hand flew to his sword but seeing that the others welcomed her as a colleague he got himself back under control.


With a second look Cernwyld realised she was an elf for all that she looked unlike the others he was now venturing with. While the elves discussed their plan Cernwyld peered off into the gloom beneath the trees both keeping an eye out for any lurking danger and trying to get a better feeling for this strange forest, so different from the more open woods of his home - how much was the influence of the dark presence in Dol Guldur as Ianardil had implied and how much was natural he wasn't sure. 


Still they couldn't be far from the orcs now so he checked his arrows were ready in the quiver and concentrated on being ready for the fight.

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"How many of them are there, do you have any clue to an exact head count?"
She graced Nurbor with a short mirthless grin. "Enough to entertain us for a few hours I expect... No more than thirty when I left them, and they were already 'playing' with each other..."
 
"Here! What's goin' on?!" Langstrand angrily jumped down from the wagon after Stiggy his servant had pulled up sharply. The makeshift 'road' had abruptly come to an end just by a little stream and several other orcs were waiting for them by its bank. "How're we gonna get this lot any further..." The rest of the sentence dribbled off as the largest dark-skinned orc he'd ever seen sauntered arrogantly over to him with an extremely nasty glint in his red eyes.
"This is the end of the road for your wagon, tark (man)." Bagrabosh rumbled, his maw peeling back in his version of an ironic smile. He nodded at the snagas (smaller goblins) that had escorted the two men so far, and some of them jumped up and began to offload the wagon.
"Now hang on a bit you mangy twisters!  We had a deal with your captain..." Again he faltered as there was a nasty slithering scrap of steel behind him and he turned in time to see the look on Stiggy's terrified face as one of the other big orcs slit his throat and shoved him off the wagon to disappear from view as several hungry-looking snagas pounced on him. "But we brought you the weapons... we had a deal..."
Bagrabosh leaned down and snarled noisesomely in Langstrand horrifed face.
"Of course we did. And now you get your reward!" The same evil saw-edged dagger he had used earlier on one of his dissenting company angled upwards into Langstrand's ribcage, twisted and then eased slowly out again as Bagrobosh calmly pushed the dead man backwards off the blade.
 
The huge uruk turned and glared at the rest of his command. "Get on with it maggots! Leave some of the fresh food rations for the journey - it's a long way home!"
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Nurbor smiled,"I do enjoy it when they turn upon each other and play a little too roughly, makes our work that much the easier and their lives ending all the sooner, by their own hands or mine." he said though as they spoke Aeglos had begun leading the way down the wooded trail, and the noldorin warrior checked that his blade hung loose enough in the scabbard for a quick draw, though he suspected they would harry the company first with what bows they had and leave the blade work to those who were well versed in this old way of battle.

Through the ages the yrch had been as predictable as Aeglos could easily see, and had made some efforts to teach him of what they would and wouldn't do over the ages, though how she came to know this he never asked.  Some things were best left unsaid, and he knew those questions would get no answer, so he kept to the critical parts of accomplishing their common goal.  Death to the fiends. 

He could hear the sick laughter of the yrch somewhere further down the trail, though what they laughed about he had no clue, he was willing to take a guess at it all the same.  "I suspect we need not fret about the merchant any longer, though I was never overly concerned about him except that he be taken out of the loop, and it sounds as though the yrch do that job for me." he said
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Going knowingly into battle, when you are outnumbered is never something to be rushed into, even when you are with brothers you know well. At least with Nurbor and Aeglos he could not complain about experience, for there were no warriors living who were moreso than those two, however this did nothing to dispel the knot in his stomach because the downside of that was that his comrades rarely made too much time for planning, assuming that he and others with them would follow their lead... Again, this was no criticism if they had been with other Elf warriors, but the fact was they weren't and some of the Secondborn warriors were not - seasoned. So he went into his usual subsiduary role when fighting with Nurbor in particular and ran closest to Cernwyld and the other mortals who were keeping up well so far. From what Aeglos had said this was going to be a running fight, which was good in a way, as it meant that mostly they'd be reliant on bow work, rather than up close with blades - not a good idea even if the yrch were laden because, although they wouldn't be running at top speed, their cargo would be weapons - and he just knew what would happen if they did have to close in...
 
Aeglos had slowed the pace right down, so they  must be near now. Even as he saw the bone-haired elleth signal them to stop and spread out he could hear harsh voices over whines as he nodded to Eridor and Cernwyld and the others to seek cover away on either side of him. Whispering softly to the men to ready their bows and quivers and to move forward slowly and quietly when Nurbor gave the signal to let loose, he edged out to the opposite side from the other two elves and began to ease himself nearer to the cleared path where around a dozen snagas were still taking the weapons off the wagon overseen by two large, dark uruks who were standing farther off, obviously impatient to get away. Sinking back into the dense undergrowth he looked over to Nurbor and waited for the off.
 
GM instructions: ~ OK - action time! Evil Smile Nurbor will give us a signal shortly, so for now we are all spaced out behind Langstrand's wagon which is south of the Forest Road at our backs. You're in dense woodland and undergrowth, so quiet is good, but not absolutely needful as the orcs are unlading heavy weaponry and not expecting interruptions so they'll be making noise enough that they won't hear us.
Aeglos has placed us downwind and we're going to spring a nice surprise attack so get your bows ready, arrows notched and pick yourself a nice goblin or three.
We currently have 2 uruks (big orcs like the ones out of Isengard who killed Boromir but these are orcs from Mordor so no White Hands and they're dark-skinned, tall and muscular). The rest (so around a dozen) are 'snagas' which are smaller and doing the whining. but are of course vicious little bleeders when they get going. Some will be on the wagon throwing down gear for the rest to take your choice of shot - high or low and we'll have us some swift target practice.
 
Once we've made a good start and pruned them enough, Nurbor will order the pursuit (because the rest are already on their way) and there's over half of them still to catch including 4 more big lads some of whom will be me (Bagrabosh) and Nurbor (Kohlon is it Ancient One?). Bow work for now and feel free to play an orc too if you want reaction, but don't wound/kill anyone's specified/played orc without prior agreement/notification -
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And ten months later the fighting is about to commence! Wink
 
AMBUSH  ~ GM instructions stand as in previous post. Nurbor and I will play the characters no longer with us through (Galdor and Eridor certainly), otherwise carry on from where we left off, spread around the wagon, under cover to pick off the orcs unloading the weapons by bow work initially. Any questions - go to the OOC thread
 
CARAVAN ~ We're on the road again with Silen left in charge of the merchants and Sulranna, Jano and Harkanna as currently played characters (so just you and I Crys Wink). Anyone joining us we have one NPC merchant Wamba the Tanner taking 2 wagons of cloth to the Shire and we need other merchants bound for the land of the Beornings all the way to the Grey Havens as you like out of Dale/Erebor. We will have vacancies for Thranduil's elven scouts and spiders as you like but for now no big heroics. Any questions - go to the OOC thread
 
 
Even if they had all been tireless Elves they could only move as fast as the wagons, and the wagons could only keep moving while their horses had the strength to pull. Silen kept them going for perhaps another four hours, enough to be a reasonable distance away from where the others had pursued Langstrand off the road. Hopefully any fighting would be quite a way off by now, but Silen was not about to take any chances even if they had to stop and make camp.
 
He had the stouter wagons stop nearest the southern perimeter of the road, noting that three of King Thranduil's road guards had silently stationed themselves on that side but a little further off. If there was any trouble then the Silvans would send a signal, but they would of course post their own guards still tonight. Jano would take her turn with him once the mortals took their rest and Harkanna, being a dwarf and used to the dark had been resting while they were travelling so she could take some of the watches. As they were all getting their night chores sorted Silen passed through the merchants arranging for the drovers who were doubling as wagon guards to take a watch as well. Even once they were past this unusual situation they would still need to post the watches and so this night was only a little different to the others since they'd left the Black Squirrel.
"Suil Master Wamba - who will take your watch tonight?"
The tanner looked up at the tall woodelf and grimaced. "My turn again Master Silen - not that I'd be sleeping too much tonight anyway. There's trouble isn't there?"
Silen shrugged, but smiled confidently at the mortal. "Aye - though the Lady grant it keeps well into the Woods. We have some help at hand if we need it though. Or warning at least."
"Well it was too much to expect to get through this forest without something cropping up. I trust Lord Caladcrist and the other guards will come back to us safely?"
"I would say so, but a prayer would not go amiss Master Wamba. But we shall some cheer this eve - a fine smoked ham I'm told and some bannocks!" He briefly put a hand on the man's thin shoulder in reassurance and went on to the next wagon's master.
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Sulranna could feel the agitation  among the others, and she wonder if there was going to be trouble for them. She knew these parts were full of danger, so she was prepared for dealing with it if it came to that, wondering if she would have been able to help the warriors protect the caravan. She was glad not to be alone, it had been a good idea to come along with these people, and she was grateful the chance had been given to her. The elleth Jano had been very kind to her, and Sulranna felt at ease with her as it hadn't happen to her in some time, but still insisted on taking a turn in the watches like the others. Sulranna wanted to be of help, she needed to, and until now she felt her contribution had been very low.  
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Attack!

As they got into position he began to study the targets infront of them and planning his own shots to take the most down he could before they must close blades, evening the odds at least somewhat.  Though his signal would give way to the yrch knowing of the attack, but that would only be splitting seconds before the first wave of feathers would leap forward by any conventional means otherwise.  A smile came upon his lips though only briefly, for he knew that death would surely come to this stain upon Arda, and eventually he would see the world wiped clean of the stain until it rested only within men.

Though he would never admit it he would yield that the fight against the darkness wasn't without end, at least for his power and oaths given, there were more things at play within the battle that would consume Arda at it's end than eldar might affect within the world of men that was readily approaching.  With a quick hoot for the signal, he let loose the first of his targets dropping one of the snagas atop the cart holding a bundle of weaponry being passed down.  As one would leap from string the next was loaded and loosed, unleashing what hail of arrows he could to cause disarray and inflict injury, he found that the larger orcs quickly took position for survival against the flurry of arrows raining upon them.  Some of the smaller ones survived, but ducked for cover beneath the bodies of their friends and comrades already punctured. 

Nurbor watched as the orcs left standing organized for their retaliation and set his bow down beside the tree next to him for safe keeping as he drew his sword.  It's blade held the brilliant blue fire of the old elven blades, though one could see that even though it's forging of elven make of long ago craft, it was well used and often sharpened.  The eerie blue glow gave away his position but he cared not for others waited as well to take on those who remained that would give battle or break through free.
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