A seat next to the High King of Arnor, meant for the Prince of Rhudaur remains empty .. Though the House of Kings is now omce more filled with business, it still is not as filled as it should be...
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The Siege of Minas Ithil Part I
It was a black moonless night. From Dol Guldur 5 dark riders, cloaked in black, rode into the night. Indeed and undheard of by many, the came to the Black Gate. Built by the Men of Gondor, it was supposed to keep watch on the entry of the the land of Mordor, long vacant except for the occasional orc group, until recently. But they passed on through the Towers of Teeth, and through the Isenmouthe to the plateau of Gorogoth. They rode swiftly southwards, soon catching sight of the tower of Cirith Until. There lay two passages over the mountains: atunnel that lead to a stair to the other side, and a low part of the of the mountains where Minas Ithil could be seen. Bright and gradient it appeared, filled with captured moonlight. While not at its former glory, it nonetheless was still proud and fair-very much Isildur's city. When they came to Cirith Until they paused and waited. Soon enough a host of orcs, surviors and stragglers in Mordro, who had slowly been gathering for several months. It was now ready. A great cry was let up, and the host marched forward, bent on conquering the Tower of the Rising Moon.
Meanwhile, the guards and residents of the city heard the cry. The captain of the guard was the current Kings brother, Beres. He rushed what troops he had to see what the commotion was. But even he, one of the bravest men in Gondor, quaked in fear. For he knew what enemy assailed them. It were the Nazguls, Sauron's servants. Come on, he thought. We are not ready! We have had no time to prepare. Still he did the best he could. He had 500 men guarding the city, not enough to hold back the enemy forever. The first thing he did was send a messenger to give tidings to Osgiliath, as well as someone to see if anyone else was looking into the palantir. Meanwhile he was on the walls, ordering troops, moving citizens. In half an hour, e host had grown significantly closer, but a least he was ready. His catapults were loaded. His archers bows were strung. He blew a mighty horn, and yelled in a loud voice: "Go back to the Shadow! This is not your land." But even he was shaking in fearas he said this. Then a foul laugh answered, "Proud fool! You will diewhere you stand! For none can resist the power of the Nazgul." To prove his point, he let out a loud and fell shriek, long and painful. Men dropped their swords and cowered under their shields. Those that did remain uprit looked terrified, like death was approaching. At this signal the great host marched forward. Now it was time for Beres to turn the tide. "Men," he began, "Iknow what you face. Believe me, we are all terrified. But if we fail, the great city of Isildur will be corrupted, and Ithilien vulnerable and Osgiliath in danger. We must hold! For help is coming. We must not fall! For Gondor!" He cried. His men responded in a loud chorus, "For Gondor!"
Now Beres shouted out commands. "Load catapults, and. string bows! Ready, aim..." He paused. "Now fire!" At once hundreds of arrows and several stones came flying out from the battlements. The first lines of orcs fell and collapsed, but more trod over them. The skilled soldiers of Gondor kept firing wave after wave, and the orcs kept coming wave after wave. Now the main gate of Minas Ithil faces the west, coming from the east, the orcs would have to go around to reach the gate. However to distract the Gondofians they cast ladders up, causing many to drop the bow and pick up a sword. But many ladders were cast down, however, the distraction was enough. By now some of the orcs had gotten to the western side, but more importantly the Nazgul were there. Beres and the main force of the gaurd were there, waiting for the main assault. But only two hundred now remained with Beres. The remainders were dead or spread out around the east and north, dealing with the remainder of the orc advanced. But in their fell voices, the Nazgul shrieked and wailed, casting a speel upon the steel gate. Beres knew what they were doing. He had 100 soldiers line up with him behind the main gate, sword and spears drawn. The other 100 were spread out on the battlements, but some were also behind the main force, bows drawn to whatever came through the gate. The fell voices reached a great height, and lo! the spell work, and the gate burst open, torn asunder by the vile spell. "This is it!" Cried Beres. "We must stand! For Gondor!"
To be continued
((Minas Ithil under siege. 10/300 Gondorian Gaurds slain. 1500/3000 orcs are slain))
((And please pardon my grammar. I wrote this late at night all on my tablet. Part 2 should be coming fairly soon, maybe tommorow, but the latest will be Sunday))
It was a black moonless night. From Dol Guldur 5 dark riders, cloaked in black, rode into the night. Indeed and undheard of by many, the came to the Black Gate. Built by the Men of Gondor, it was supposed to keep watch on the entry of the the land of Mordor, long vacant except for the occasional orc group, until recently. But they passed on through the Towers of Teeth, and through the Isenmouthe to the plateau of Gorogoth. They rode swiftly southwards, soon catching sight of the tower of Cirith Until. There lay two passages over the mountains: atunnel that lead to a stair to the other side, and a low part of the of the mountains where Minas Ithil could be seen. Bright and gradient it appeared, filled with captured moonlight. While not at its former glory, it nonetheless was still proud and fair-very much Isildur's city. When they came to Cirith Until they paused and waited. Soon enough a host of orcs, surviors and stragglers in Mordro, who had slowly been gathering for several months. It was now ready. A great cry was let up, and the host marched forward, bent on conquering the Tower of the Rising Moon.
Meanwhile, the guards and residents of the city heard the cry. The captain of the guard was the current Kings brother, Beres. He rushed what troops he had to see what the commotion was. But even he, one of the bravest men in Gondor, quaked in fear. For he knew what enemy assailed them. It were the Nazguls, Sauron's servants. Come on, he thought. We are not ready! We have had no time to prepare. Still he did the best he could. He had 500 men guarding the city, not enough to hold back the enemy forever. The first thing he did was send a messenger to give tidings to Osgiliath, as well as someone to see if anyone else was looking into the palantir. Meanwhile he was on the walls, ordering troops, moving citizens. In half an hour, e host had grown significantly closer, but a least he was ready. His catapults were loaded. His archers bows were strung. He blew a mighty horn, and yelled in a loud voice: "Go back to the Shadow! This is not your land." But even he was shaking in fearas he said this. Then a foul laugh answered, "Proud fool! You will diewhere you stand! For none can resist the power of the Nazgul." To prove his point, he let out a loud and fell shriek, long and painful. Men dropped their swords and cowered under their shields. Those that did remain uprit looked terrified, like death was approaching. At this signal the great host marched forward. Now it was time for Beres to turn the tide. "Men," he began, "Iknow what you face. Believe me, we are all terrified. But if we fail, the great city of Isildur will be corrupted, and Ithilien vulnerable and Osgiliath in danger. We must hold! For help is coming. We must not fall! For Gondor!" He cried. His men responded in a loud chorus, "For Gondor!"
Now Beres shouted out commands. "Load catapults, and. string bows! Ready, aim..." He paused. "Now fire!" At once hundreds of arrows and several stones came flying out from the battlements. The first lines of orcs fell and collapsed, but more trod over them. The skilled soldiers of Gondor kept firing wave after wave, and the orcs kept coming wave after wave. Now the main gate of Minas Ithil faces the west, coming from the east, the orcs would have to go around to reach the gate. However to distract the Gondofians they cast ladders up, causing many to drop the bow and pick up a sword. But many ladders were cast down, however, the distraction was enough. By now some of the orcs had gotten to the western side, but more importantly the Nazgul were there. Beres and the main force of the gaurd were there, waiting for the main assault. But only two hundred now remained with Beres. The remainders were dead or spread out around the east and north, dealing with the remainder of the orc advanced. But in their fell voices, the Nazgul shrieked and wailed, casting a speel upon the steel gate. Beres knew what they were doing. He had 100 soldiers line up with him behind the main gate, sword and spears drawn. The other 100 were spread out on the battlements, but some were also behind the main force, bows drawn to whatever came through the gate. The fell voices reached a great height, and lo! the spell work, and the gate burst open, torn asunder by the vile spell. "This is it!" Cried Beres. "We must stand! For Gondor!"
To be continued
((Minas Ithil under siege. 10/300 Gondorian Gaurds slain. 1500/3000 orcs are slain))
((And please pardon my grammar. I wrote this late at night all on my tablet. Part 2 should be coming fairly soon, maybe tommorow, but the latest will be Sunday))
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The Siege of Minas Ithil Part II
The teriffied soldiers, under the black terror, waited for what would come across the bridge into the city. All five Nazgul Commanders came first. Before anyone could do anything they let out a terrible shriek, causing most of the soldiers to drop their weapons. For the soldiers had formed a shield wall with the spearmen in front; but the shriek took away the effectiveness of this. Beres ordered his men to draw swords, those who had not succumbed to the fell cry. But the orcs used this confusion to charge into their lines. Arrows flew,swords clashed, axes newed and spears lunged in a desperate confusion. It was clear that the orcs, having the superior numbers, were slowly pushing them back. In a lull in the fighting, Beres gathered the survivors from the main court, about 60 battered melee fighters and 20 bowmen. The other 100 remained on the walls, the other 90 were still mopping up the stragglers. It was clear however, if they would not receive help from Osgiliath soon, they would be overrun. He knew ways out of the city. Even now the citizens were escaping through the tunnel across the river to a place where they could escape. The soliders could go there, but only if necessary. Ordered his troops to fall back. Soon the rearguard, the ones who had been mopping up the stragglers, were going amoung the citizens to protect them as they fled. Then the men from the walls came down, and said, "Our arrows are spent. We have held them back, but now they will come anew. Again they formed formations in the main square, but the Nazgul cries had many in fear. Beres yelled, "Let those who are afraid escape through the tunnel!" So roughly half of the force left, leaving just 70 melee fighters and ten bowmen. At that moment the remaining 1000 orcs burst through the gate. This time the Nazgul cries did not break the formation, a shield wall with long spears. The orcs fell on the sheild wall, piling dead at their feet. Arrows whistled behind them, burying into many. But there were simply too many. Many orcs fell, but two rose to take up the fallen ones place. Soon the Shield wall tired and broke, and the men drew swords as they were pushed back. Beres, seeing the only chance to not be overrun, yelled, "Quick, get to the tunnels!" However, he had hoped for a steady retreat. Instead the soldiers routed, making a mad dash for the caves. Soon enough, they reached it, though many were slain. They got into the tunnel, and collapsed it behind them. Only 20 of the remaining 80 had made it to the tunnels. Beres, weak from fighting, limped down the tunnel, clutching the city's Palantir in his hand. Above in the city, a triumphant Nazgul's cry told the fact that the city was taken. However, soon from the plains of Mordor came more orcs, gathered from the depths by the Dark Lord's servants.
((110/300 Gondorian soldiers killed total. 2500/3000 Orcs are killed, but 2000 more join the remaining 500))
Sorry guys for the lateness of this. Part three will be coming soon, but maybe after the update. ORDERS ARE DUE ON WEDNESDAY AT 18:00 GMT((2:00 EST)). Thank you.
The teriffied soldiers, under the black terror, waited for what would come across the bridge into the city. All five Nazgul Commanders came first. Before anyone could do anything they let out a terrible shriek, causing most of the soldiers to drop their weapons. For the soldiers had formed a shield wall with the spearmen in front; but the shriek took away the effectiveness of this. Beres ordered his men to draw swords, those who had not succumbed to the fell cry. But the orcs used this confusion to charge into their lines. Arrows flew,swords clashed, axes newed and spears lunged in a desperate confusion. It was clear that the orcs, having the superior numbers, were slowly pushing them back. In a lull in the fighting, Beres gathered the survivors from the main court, about 60 battered melee fighters and 20 bowmen. The other 100 remained on the walls, the other 90 were still mopping up the stragglers. It was clear however, if they would not receive help from Osgiliath soon, they would be overrun. He knew ways out of the city. Even now the citizens were escaping through the tunnel across the river to a place where they could escape. The soliders could go there, but only if necessary. Ordered his troops to fall back. Soon the rearguard, the ones who had been mopping up the stragglers, were going amoung the citizens to protect them as they fled. Then the men from the walls came down, and said, "Our arrows are spent. We have held them back, but now they will come anew. Again they formed formations in the main square, but the Nazgul cries had many in fear. Beres yelled, "Let those who are afraid escape through the tunnel!" So roughly half of the force left, leaving just 70 melee fighters and ten bowmen. At that moment the remaining 1000 orcs burst through the gate. This time the Nazgul cries did not break the formation, a shield wall with long spears. The orcs fell on the sheild wall, piling dead at their feet. Arrows whistled behind them, burying into many. But there were simply too many. Many orcs fell, but two rose to take up the fallen ones place. Soon the Shield wall tired and broke, and the men drew swords as they were pushed back. Beres, seeing the only chance to not be overrun, yelled, "Quick, get to the tunnels!" However, he had hoped for a steady retreat. Instead the soldiers routed, making a mad dash for the caves. Soon enough, they reached it, though many were slain. They got into the tunnel, and collapsed it behind them. Only 20 of the remaining 80 had made it to the tunnels. Beres, weak from fighting, limped down the tunnel, clutching the city's Palantir in his hand. Above in the city, a triumphant Nazgul's cry told the fact that the city was taken. However, soon from the plains of Mordor came more orcs, gathered from the depths by the Dark Lord's servants.
((110/300 Gondorian soldiers killed total. 2500/3000 Orcs are killed, but 2000 more join the remaining 500))
Sorry guys for the lateness of this. Part three will be coming soon, but maybe after the update. ORDERS ARE DUE ON WEDNESDAY AT 18:00 GMT((2:00 EST)). Thank you.
High Kingdom of West Arnor
High King Malvegil I calls to arm the King Conn of Dunland, to honor their part of the deal struck.
To King Durin V of the Dwarves,
In exchange for the alliance struck and the help given and coming, I have decided to support you to keep the Citadels of Carn Dûm and Gundabad.
High King Malvegil I of West Arnor
In exchange for the alliance struck and the help given and coming, I have decided to support you to keep the Citadels of Carn Dûm and Gundabad.
High King Malvegil I of West Arnor
This may be a trivial matter, but I insist. The name ''Rhudaur'' in sindarin has a foul meaning. I would kindly suggest the removal of the last traces of evil from your realm.
High King Malvegil of West Arnor
High King Malvegil of West Arnor
Grór's Hall
Dain son of Grór crossed to the Lord’s chamber and was dismayed for nothing had changed. A grim utilitarian room it was made of grim stone and dull iron, its features stark by any civilized standard. The only allocation to luxury and decoration, meager though they were, was an od armor at the back and his father’s seat. It was a tall wooden seat with inlaid arms of silver: a pickax and an axe. That, along with his golden chain was all that differentiated Gror, lord of the Iron Hills, from the half-a-dozen other ancient dwarves sat across the plain marble table.
Dain son of Grór, posing in full armor
As Dain sat one of the white-bearded alderdwarfs took the word.
“Many a fine seam has been found near or holdfast” he whizzed, “but what can we do when every good lad is already working and hard at it! Our land is plentiful but seldom used.”
There was a nod of approval among the elder dwarves seated; they’d had this argument before. Many times.
“Your lordship’s idea of trade was fine an all… “ The old dwarf continued, clearly suggesting it was definitely not, “But what of our production? Our Hills are vast and our numbers are poor!” Much mumbled agreement followed. “We ain’t Kadaz-Dûm, our holdfasts are many and dispersed. We must…”
His father raised his hand. Silence filled the room.
“It is my prerogative to decide what is to be done.” He said, his voice soft as velvet.
“Of course my lord,” the old dwarf answered meekly.
-Whipped dogs-, the thought, -So long under his thrall they can’t see the truth of the world Counting coppers instead of discussing the issues of kings!-
“Nain son of Duin, attend my word.” his father said referring to his seneschal, a young but strong dwarf sitting at his right. Nain had a beard black as the deepest mine and eyes of black basalt that sparkled with intelligence beyond the common. Dain disliked him; he was a paper-pusher and his father’s greatest lackey. Why in Melkor’s ire had his sister married him!
Nain took a ledger and gestured Gror in readiness.
“Let it be known, far and wide, among the dwarves who live among other folk choked in their yoke, among the lesser clans and miners of our own cities and among folk not of Durin’s but peaceful and lawful; That I Gror, lord of the Iron Hills, open my gates to settlers. All new settlers shall arrive to a virgin land full of wealth yet to be taken; additionally all shall be freely granted a volume of rock for their living equal to the average volume of household currently at Gror’s Hall. Make sure you measure the exact average before we publish this Nain, if you’d be so gracious.”
“Of course my lord”, he answered in his snaky tone of voice.
“Also”, continued his father, “All minerals and valuables found within said volume (and such adequately reported and recorded) shall be free of any tax, as to allow the easy establishment of our new settlers.”
“Your wisdom shows my lord” said Nain. The others enthusiastically agreed. “However… this may incline some… unsavory folk to come. You know, not of Durin’s fine folk.”
His father watched him for a second.
“All who accept me as their lord are welcome. Do we not wish for our valleys to be productive and fruitful?” Grór answered. There was a gasp of general agreement save for Nain, he didn’t look convinced. “Thus it is agreed. Any who wishes to join us in this fine far east shall be welcome!” No one raised his voice in opposition. Then to his absolute surprise he closed the book of issues to discuss. "Well, then I think this council is clo…”
“WHAT?!” Dain found himself shouting. His father settled resigned.
“What is it Dain?”
“Have you not heard of our brothers of Kazad-dûm?” He shouted baffled, “Have you not heard of the Goblin King and his pillage of the Grey Mountains? Have you not heard of the Great War of the North?!?”
“I have.” His father answered the same way a dwarf discussed the price of bacon. “So what?”
“What?” he answered incredulous “Why do you think I bothered to attend this council of paper-pushers for? Real matters are before us, issues that require of axe and valor! True decisions, kingly decisions! Not the price of… land!!” he spitted with all his contempt.
A flicker of annoyance flashed across his father’s face, shortly followed by resignation. He stroked his fine white beard and looked at him.
“Eru Ilúvatar was cruel on me. We are so alike in everything but on our minds.” He sighed, stoking his beard again “Son, the price of land is what is of importance to us. Forget the wars of men and distant places. I long fought in them and brought back nothing but one conclusion; we must care for our own. Peace and Prosperity, that is what matters and that is the truth of it.”
“So the rumors are true…” Dain answered bitterly. He felt the rage course through him, so hot and fierce he feared his own bones would break, so intense he could seldom think straight.
-He’s already heard of our brothers. Of their valiant struggle for our race! Of the Men and elves and dwarves against the goblin hordes of the north! He hears of the sacrifices of the peoples of good and his reaction is… NOTHING! - He thought his breathing harsh.
“You…” he stammered, “ARE A COWARD!” he said as his ire left through his mouth.
The entire room gasped, the guards at the walls took firm hold of their axes and his brother in law stood outraged, though Dain could swear he was suppressing a smirk. His father simply continued to look at him. His eyes an immovable mountain.
“What rumors, Son?” he said, his tone calm.
“The miners, the soldiers, the men, they all…”
“The ones itching for a fight” he interrupted. “I see.” He looked around. “Stand down you fools, he is my own blood.” Everyone quickly reacted so.
Grór stood up and walked to the end of the room. In an alcove stood one of the few decorations that adorned the room, and rather poorly at that. It had once been a functional suit of armor, grey and dull, but time and war had hammered it into a travesty of holes, scrapes and melted iron plates. It has been his father’s a century ago.
“I thought…” he swallowed as he touched the armor. “Never mind.” He turned to him. His eyes granite.
“Do as you wish. Take the dwarves who itch to fight to the High pass. Fight and kill and suffer. When you’ve drowned in blood and fire, when your soul is shattered beyond recognition and you can do not but weep, come back. I will be here.”
With no other word, Grór Lord of the Iron Hills, left.
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((Update won't come until later tonight at the earliest. I'm busy today, But thanks for all those who sent your orders! There will be a separate mini update for the Battle of Arnor, which will come after the main update. Thank you all for your patience!))
Year 1302 TA: Year of Waiting
In Harad, King Gorkan sends word to the survivors of Umbar resistance to join under his banner to reclaim the city, and they would become vassals of him. Most like the offer, preferring rule of Harad to Gondor. Some shake their heads and walk away, but most raise their swords for their new king.
((Harad gains 2000 Umbarian fighters, as well as most of the occupied Umbarians secret support against Gondor.))
In West Arnor, the High King, while preparing for war, sets his advisor Ter to increase trade in his realm. However, he did not know Ter was a terrible economist, and soon enough he starts paying more than the bonuses gained. Gold was not the only thing lost. So was Ter's head.
((1000 gold lost in failed trading))
In the High Pass over the Misty Mountains, long plagued by threat of Goblins, King Durin V plans to make a fortified colony for the people of Eriador and Rhovanion to pass freely and trade. Construction goes well, and soon the area is fortified and a steady Dwarven colony is established, adding features like great statues, as well as crafting areas. It becomes clear the High Pass is Durin's territory, though it is not without cost.
((High Pass belongs to Khazad Dum, and is fortified, but 1000 gold spent in building it.))
Hearing of the riches buried beneath the Grey Mountains, Khrull sends raiding parties to find them. However, at first their attempts are unsuccessful. They did find a dragon, whom they tried to convince to come to their side, however, he is uninterested and simply gobbles some up as the rest flee. They find a few piles, but nothing yet that exceeds the cost of the expedition.
((Mission fails, but not much is lost))
The King of Dunland sends two expeditions, one to the Swanfleet marshes, and the other to the Isen (Angren) where the Adorn rivers joins it, seeking new lands to settle. Near the Swanfleet marshes they find the capital of the Cardolan province of Arnor, Tharbad. But North of that, where the Swanfleet joins the Greyflood and there is a lot of good land, stones and wood. So they set up camp and send messengers back to the King of their new findings. But to the South they find an open plain, bare and wide. Meanwhile, the men of Dunland start trading with the people of Tharbad and make some money as they sit and wait for the King to respond.
((Dunland gains 500 gold through trade))
Lord Gror of the Iron Hills offers land to Dwarves all over Middle Earth to come to his land and help it expand. It is a smashing success, as not only many poor and refugee Dwarves come occupy the lands offer. And not just Dwarves. Soon a booming town of men outside the Dwarvish halls has sprung up, and this city is called Gror named in honor of the man who gave them a place to live and thrive.
((Iron Hills population increases by 20%. A town of men rises. Iron Hills gains 2000 income.))
In Angmar, taxes are raised to accommodate for the debt. However his minions threaten to revolt if they get much higher, thus, the Witch King has to settle with a little increase.
(( Income raised 1000 in Angmar))
In Harad, King Gorkan sends word to the survivors of Umbar resistance to join under his banner to reclaim the city, and they would become vassals of him. Most like the offer, preferring rule of Harad to Gondor. Some shake their heads and walk away, but most raise their swords for their new king.
((Harad gains 2000 Umbarian fighters, as well as most of the occupied Umbarians secret support against Gondor.))
In West Arnor, the High King, while preparing for war, sets his advisor Ter to increase trade in his realm. However, he did not know Ter was a terrible economist, and soon enough he starts paying more than the bonuses gained. Gold was not the only thing lost. So was Ter's head.
((1000 gold lost in failed trading))
In the High Pass over the Misty Mountains, long plagued by threat of Goblins, King Durin V plans to make a fortified colony for the people of Eriador and Rhovanion to pass freely and trade. Construction goes well, and soon the area is fortified and a steady Dwarven colony is established, adding features like great statues, as well as crafting areas. It becomes clear the High Pass is Durin's territory, though it is not without cost.
((High Pass belongs to Khazad Dum, and is fortified, but 1000 gold spent in building it.))
Hearing of the riches buried beneath the Grey Mountains, Khrull sends raiding parties to find them. However, at first their attempts are unsuccessful. They did find a dragon, whom they tried to convince to come to their side, however, he is uninterested and simply gobbles some up as the rest flee. They find a few piles, but nothing yet that exceeds the cost of the expedition.
((Mission fails, but not much is lost))
The King of Dunland sends two expeditions, one to the Swanfleet marshes, and the other to the Isen (Angren) where the Adorn rivers joins it, seeking new lands to settle. Near the Swanfleet marshes they find the capital of the Cardolan province of Arnor, Tharbad. But North of that, where the Swanfleet joins the Greyflood and there is a lot of good land, stones and wood. So they set up camp and send messengers back to the King of their new findings. But to the South they find an open plain, bare and wide. Meanwhile, the men of Dunland start trading with the people of Tharbad and make some money as they sit and wait for the King to respond.
((Dunland gains 500 gold through trade))
Lord Gror of the Iron Hills offers land to Dwarves all over Middle Earth to come to his land and help it expand. It is a smashing success, as not only many poor and refugee Dwarves come occupy the lands offer. And not just Dwarves. Soon a booming town of men outside the Dwarvish halls has sprung up, and this city is called Gror named in honor of the man who gave them a place to live and thrive.
((Iron Hills population increases by 20%. A town of men rises. Iron Hills gains 2000 income.))
In Angmar, taxes are raised to accommodate for the debt. However his minions threaten to revolt if they get much higher, thus, the Witch King has to settle with a little increase.
(( Income raised 1000 in Angmar))
((I'm sorry guys, I apologize for the lateness...))
TA 1302- Year of War
The Retaking of Umbar
In the night, King Gorkans forces moved swiftly and silently on the moonless night. Meanwhile in the city of Umbar, most of the guard of 6000 slept while some patrolled. When one Mumakil gave a loud cry, the element of surprise was breached and the soldiers of Gondor prepared hastily for a siege. But not only did they come from the east, soon enough the last remaining Umbarian ship sailed from the south. Suddenly, groups of resistance fighters sprang into action spread across the city. Knowing there was no way to repel such a well planned and executed attack, Prince Eldacar quickly called a retreat to the ships to sail away. Soon enough they did, but not without losing a few men fighting. The Gondorian Navy sailed away as fast as they could, slipping off into the night to Pelagir. With minimal losses on both sides, the Havens of Umbar were now Harad's vassals.
((30/6000 Gondorian soldiers killed. 40 Umbarian soldiers killed. Umbar is Harad's vassal.))
With the recent fortification of the high pass, King Durin V raises 3000 more infantry, half of which he stations at the high pass.
((Khazad Dum raises 3000 infantry. 3000 added to expense. 1500 of them are stationed in the High Pass.))
In the Goblin Kingdom, Khrull raises 2000 orcs and 1500 cave trolls(cavalry) to prepare for war against the Dwarves. While on the defnesove, they are setting up ambushes for any groups of intruders...
((Khrull raises 2000 orcs and 1500 cave trolls, expense increases 4000))
In Dunland, the King musters his army andmarches up the North South road to the border of Angmar where the men of West Armor and Rhudaur are camped. While two thousand strong ferocious axes and swords are added to the group, the men of Armor are disgusted at the smell. Setting up camp at the edges of the camp, King Conn asks Malgelvil about the equipment promised. Malegevil then remembers his promise, and equips the Dunlandings with good armor and weapons.
((King Conn adds 2050 men to the border of Angmar. West Arnor spends 50 gold equipping them))
On one night, Dain I of the Iron Hills, with his father's blessing, arrives with 200 soldiers to help the Dwarves of the High Pass eventually fight the Goblin menace.
((Iron Hills sends 200 troops to the High Pass))
TA 1302- Year of War
The Retaking of Umbar
In the night, King Gorkans forces moved swiftly and silently on the moonless night. Meanwhile in the city of Umbar, most of the guard of 6000 slept while some patrolled. When one Mumakil gave a loud cry, the element of surprise was breached and the soldiers of Gondor prepared hastily for a siege. But not only did they come from the east, soon enough the last remaining Umbarian ship sailed from the south. Suddenly, groups of resistance fighters sprang into action spread across the city. Knowing there was no way to repel such a well planned and executed attack, Prince Eldacar quickly called a retreat to the ships to sail away. Soon enough they did, but not without losing a few men fighting. The Gondorian Navy sailed away as fast as they could, slipping off into the night to Pelagir. With minimal losses on both sides, the Havens of Umbar were now Harad's vassals.
((30/6000 Gondorian soldiers killed. 40 Umbarian soldiers killed. Umbar is Harad's vassal.))
With the recent fortification of the high pass, King Durin V raises 3000 more infantry, half of which he stations at the high pass.
((Khazad Dum raises 3000 infantry. 3000 added to expense. 1500 of them are stationed in the High Pass.))
In the Goblin Kingdom, Khrull raises 2000 orcs and 1500 cave trolls(cavalry) to prepare for war against the Dwarves. While on the defnesove, they are setting up ambushes for any groups of intruders...
((Khrull raises 2000 orcs and 1500 cave trolls, expense increases 4000))
In Dunland, the King musters his army andmarches up the North South road to the border of Angmar where the men of West Armor and Rhudaur are camped. While two thousand strong ferocious axes and swords are added to the group, the men of Armor are disgusted at the smell. Setting up camp at the edges of the camp, King Conn asks Malgelvil about the equipment promised. Malegevil then remembers his promise, and equips the Dunlandings with good armor and weapons.
((King Conn adds 2050 men to the border of Angmar. West Arnor spends 50 gold equipping them))
On one night, Dain I of the Iron Hills, with his father's blessing, arrives with 200 soldiers to help the Dwarves of the High Pass eventually fight the Goblin menace.
((Iron Hills sends 200 troops to the High Pass))
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War update is up. Again I apologize for the lateness. Sometime tommorow I will put up a mini update about the Battle of Angmar.
NEXT ORDER DEADLINE IS 18:00 GMT NEXT WENSDAY, BUT YOU ARE FREE TO SEND YOUR ORDERS IN BETWEEN THAT STRETCH!
((However, Those who are part of the Angmar conflict should wait probably until after the mini update for military))
((However, Those who are part of the Angmar conflict should wait probably until after the mini update for military))
The Battle of Angmar
It was night. On the border between Angmar and West Armor, two camps were spread, one roughly 10 leagues form the other. At the southern camp, while the soldiers kept watch or slept, the captains of the Armies of the North met in the central tent.
The leader of the entire army, a very tall and kingly man in bright armor stood. He was Malgevil, High King of West Arnor, and Isildur's heir. In his hand was the Sceptere of Annuminas, on his finger the Ring of Barahir, and on his off hand side was a scabbard that contained the shards of Narsil, Elendil the Tall's blade. In his other side was a steel sword very ornate and powerful, but not as glorious as had Narsil once been.
In walked the next man, his fellow Arnorian King, and ruler of the province of Cardolan, with steel armor and a tall sword and shield, followed by the King of Rhudaur, with newfound vigor and a stout warhammer to match for it. Then came King Conn of Finland, compared to the others rustic but nonetheless healthy, tall, and powerful, with a large waraxe. Lastly store in the wise Cirdan the Shipwright, one of the first Elves,very ancient, possibly the oldest Elf ever to still roam Middle Earth. But he was nonetheless keen, dressed in full Elven battle armor, as age had not taken away from his battle skills, and he was not the lieutenant of Gil-Galad without reason.
Once the lords were assembled, Malvegil began. "We have roughly 16,000 men, slightly more. The enemy has over 50,000, should our scouts be correct. Stout as we and our men are, we can never win a direct fight. For we might hold long, and bloody them dearly, but they outnumber by outstanding odds. Therefore I have a plan. I have chosen 1000 of my elite troops to be the new Rangers of the North. Led by my captain Versil, they are skilled hunters, but also skilled bowmen and scouts. After this fight is over they will protect the North from harm. For they are stealthy, and their prey cannot fight them head on, for they can slip away into the wild, and can live off it. You see, we must avoid direct battle as much as possible. If we do not, they will destroy us. We must harry and bleed them until there is no other possibility but to stand and fight."
Cirdan said, "You talk as if you are just planning a battle between two ordinary armies. There is one factor that you did not factor, the black terror. The Wringwraiths have the power too turn men's hearts to stone, to make them petrified with terror. Tell your men, all of you, to not fear the shrieks, though this will not help. It will put fear into our forces, causing panic and dissaray. I pray your Rangers can hold them back long ere the black terror destroy us."
***
Meanwhile, in the camp of the forces of Angmar, the Witch King made ready. He put on his armor, and turned to his new steed. One fell creature, like of the ones bred in Mordor, was a winged monster, a small Dragon like creature who could not breathe fire. He was preparing to muster the troops, when alarms sounded throughout the camp. The outer edges were being attacked! But noons could find where the arrows were coming from, and any party sent to hunt them arrived unable to find anything, with most of the party slain in the process.
When the Witch King heard the Men of the Norths plan, he letout as painfully long shriek of anger and order, commanding his armies not just to march, but run to the enemy camp. Soon enough they were on the move, though 5 leagues in they slowed, tired from running all the distance. By now the forces of the North had been alerted of the move,and made ready for battle, but to slowly retreat, making it an even longer distance for them to run. By this point it was midnight. The orcs moved on and on, harried by the rear and side by the Rangers of the North. But soon the black terror by the Witch King, flying over the groups of hidden Rangers and armies of the west, fear crept into the heart of the the armies of the North, the Ranger attacks ceased,but not the advance of the orcs. Two leagues out, the Elves of Lindon, marched forward and strung their bows. They were arranged in 10 lines, each 100 men long, the first two had Elven blades. The remaining 800, with Strung bows, fired 800 arrows two leagues into the orcs, but no matter how many fell, more kept coming. They fired several volleys, before retreating into the lines of the men. All of their efforts so far had only killed 7,000 of the orcs, but they were still many more coming. The men braced themselves, and raised sword and spear in anticipation of the onslaught. Soon enough, the orcs crashed against the steady shield wall. Piles of orcs stacked high, but more kept coming. They outnumbered the men sigtificantly , and with the black terror eating at their hearts, they quaked and trembled. They were driven back. However, as the center was pushed backed,the flanks, one with the Elves and the Dunlendings, the other with the Men of Rhudaur, pushed toward, driving the orcs steadily back. But while most times this would lead to double encirclement,the sheer number of orcs prevented this, so the advantage was lost. It was clear that the fight was slowly getting away from their favor. King Malvegil called for and orderly retreat, and the orcs surprising did not follow. They were ordered by the Witch King to keep on going. Soon they reached the North Downs and regrouped, meanwhile further north the survivors of the Army of the North regrouped and tended to their wounded and dead. However, messengers were sent differnet lands, telling of the evil that might come. But a force, led by King Malvegil, set out to follow the soldiers of Angmar. With him went all those that could be spared,those who were able to fight. The wounded and dead Cirdan and his Elf Survivors took care of, burning the orcs and given burials to the men, singing songs of sadness and war. There the King of Rhudaur fell, seated on his horse slaying orcs, when the Witch King's fell beast grabbed him and shoed him to the Witch King. He said, "I regret ever serving you, you miserable deciev-", he never got to finish before the Witch King pushed him to his doom.
((Draw. King of Rhudaur
Angmar loses 20,000 orcs.
Arthedain loses 2,000, Cardolan loses 1,500.
Rhudaur loses 2,000
Lindon loses 200.
Duland loses 1000.))
It was night. On the border between Angmar and West Armor, two camps were spread, one roughly 10 leagues form the other. At the southern camp, while the soldiers kept watch or slept, the captains of the Armies of the North met in the central tent.
The leader of the entire army, a very tall and kingly man in bright armor stood. He was Malgevil, High King of West Arnor, and Isildur's heir. In his hand was the Sceptere of Annuminas, on his finger the Ring of Barahir, and on his off hand side was a scabbard that contained the shards of Narsil, Elendil the Tall's blade. In his other side was a steel sword very ornate and powerful, but not as glorious as had Narsil once been.
In walked the next man, his fellow Arnorian King, and ruler of the province of Cardolan, with steel armor and a tall sword and shield, followed by the King of Rhudaur, with newfound vigor and a stout warhammer to match for it. Then came King Conn of Finland, compared to the others rustic but nonetheless healthy, tall, and powerful, with a large waraxe. Lastly store in the wise Cirdan the Shipwright, one of the first Elves,very ancient, possibly the oldest Elf ever to still roam Middle Earth. But he was nonetheless keen, dressed in full Elven battle armor, as age had not taken away from his battle skills, and he was not the lieutenant of Gil-Galad without reason.
Once the lords were assembled, Malvegil began. "We have roughly 16,000 men, slightly more. The enemy has over 50,000, should our scouts be correct. Stout as we and our men are, we can never win a direct fight. For we might hold long, and bloody them dearly, but they outnumber by outstanding odds. Therefore I have a plan. I have chosen 1000 of my elite troops to be the new Rangers of the North. Led by my captain Versil, they are skilled hunters, but also skilled bowmen and scouts. After this fight is over they will protect the North from harm. For they are stealthy, and their prey cannot fight them head on, for they can slip away into the wild, and can live off it. You see, we must avoid direct battle as much as possible. If we do not, they will destroy us. We must harry and bleed them until there is no other possibility but to stand and fight."
Cirdan said, "You talk as if you are just planning a battle between two ordinary armies. There is one factor that you did not factor, the black terror. The Wringwraiths have the power too turn men's hearts to stone, to make them petrified with terror. Tell your men, all of you, to not fear the shrieks, though this will not help. It will put fear into our forces, causing panic and dissaray. I pray your Rangers can hold them back long ere the black terror destroy us."
***
Meanwhile, in the camp of the forces of Angmar, the Witch King made ready. He put on his armor, and turned to his new steed. One fell creature, like of the ones bred in Mordor, was a winged monster, a small Dragon like creature who could not breathe fire. He was preparing to muster the troops, when alarms sounded throughout the camp. The outer edges were being attacked! But noons could find where the arrows were coming from, and any party sent to hunt them arrived unable to find anything, with most of the party slain in the process.
When the Witch King heard the Men of the Norths plan, he letout as painfully long shriek of anger and order, commanding his armies not just to march, but run to the enemy camp. Soon enough they were on the move, though 5 leagues in they slowed, tired from running all the distance. By now the forces of the North had been alerted of the move,and made ready for battle, but to slowly retreat, making it an even longer distance for them to run. By this point it was midnight. The orcs moved on and on, harried by the rear and side by the Rangers of the North. But soon the black terror by the Witch King, flying over the groups of hidden Rangers and armies of the west, fear crept into the heart of the the armies of the North, the Ranger attacks ceased,but not the advance of the orcs. Two leagues out, the Elves of Lindon, marched forward and strung their bows. They were arranged in 10 lines, each 100 men long, the first two had Elven blades. The remaining 800, with Strung bows, fired 800 arrows two leagues into the orcs, but no matter how many fell, more kept coming. They fired several volleys, before retreating into the lines of the men. All of their efforts so far had only killed 7,000 of the orcs, but they were still many more coming. The men braced themselves, and raised sword and spear in anticipation of the onslaught. Soon enough, the orcs crashed against the steady shield wall. Piles of orcs stacked high, but more kept coming. They outnumbered the men sigtificantly , and with the black terror eating at their hearts, they quaked and trembled. They were driven back. However, as the center was pushed backed,the flanks, one with the Elves and the Dunlendings, the other with the Men of Rhudaur, pushed toward, driving the orcs steadily back. But while most times this would lead to double encirclement,the sheer number of orcs prevented this, so the advantage was lost. It was clear that the fight was slowly getting away from their favor. King Malvegil called for and orderly retreat, and the orcs surprising did not follow. They were ordered by the Witch King to keep on going. Soon they reached the North Downs and regrouped, meanwhile further north the survivors of the Army of the North regrouped and tended to their wounded and dead. However, messengers were sent differnet lands, telling of the evil that might come. But a force, led by King Malvegil, set out to follow the soldiers of Angmar. With him went all those that could be spared,those who were able to fight. The wounded and dead Cirdan and his Elf Survivors took care of, burning the orcs and given burials to the men, singing songs of sadness and war. There the King of Rhudaur fell, seated on his horse slaying orcs, when the Witch King's fell beast grabbed him and shoed him to the Witch King. He said, "I regret ever serving you, you miserable deciev-", he never got to finish before the Witch King pushed him to his doom.
((Draw. King of Rhudaur
Angmar loses 20,000 orcs.
Arthedain loses 2,000, Cardolan loses 1,500.
Rhudaur loses 2,000
Lindon loses 200.
Duland loses 1000.))
Prince Argeleb
Specialty:trade
Age 75
Bio: The vassal ruler of cardolan, a dunedain who was from the ruling house of cardolan, he bent the knee to the king of arnor because of his belief that he was the best chance in defeating all of arnors enemies, he follows him with a religious fervour and would die for the high king
When he was young he was taught in the arts of trade, and soon he could multiply gold coins seemingly magically, he would stock food for winter, selling it high, import linen, die it and the move it and sell it again.
Unlike most rulers he puts the money to work enhancing the economy greatly.
Specialty:trade
Age 75
Bio: The vassal ruler of cardolan, a dunedain who was from the ruling house of cardolan, he bent the knee to the king of arnor because of his belief that he was the best chance in defeating all of arnors enemies, he follows him with a religious fervour and would die for the high king
When he was young he was taught in the arts of trade, and soon he could multiply gold coins seemingly magically, he would stock food for winter, selling it high, import linen, die it and the move it and sell it again.
Unlike most rulers he puts the money to work enhancing the economy greatly.
Im sorry but the update will be late this week. I've just started school. Expect the game to slow down a bit, but it is still going on! So keep playing! Update at its latest will be Saturday. Thank you all for your continued patience. Also I will accept orders up until the update since I know you all have been busy.
Thank you all!
Thank you all!
Im sorry guys, Its been fun playing but this game is over. Im too busy, as well as everybody else. Hopefully it was enjoyable. Possibly we could continue this game. If we continue this game then, this epilogue did not happen.
Epilogue, 1303 TA
In Arnor, the forces of the North combine and slowly drive the forces of Agmar back. The cost is high, but Angmar is defeated and Carn Dum given to the Dwarves, but the Witch King was nowhere to be found.
In Arnor, the Prince of Arnor marries the Queen of Rhudaur, daughter of the late King of Rhudaur. The lines are joined, and Rhudaur is reunited to Arnor. Arnor is once again restored, with three provinces. The King of Arnor divides it up as this: Rhudaur is now a province of Men of Middle Earth. Cardolan is mixed and Men of Middle Earth. Arthedain is the one with the Dunedain. However, Princes of Rhudaur and Cardolan, by the King's Decree, must marry into Dunedain blood. Arnor flourishes.
A force led by Beres retakes Minas Ithil and drive the Nazgul out. During the fight Eldacar is slain, making Beres the next in line for the throne. Gondor sets again to defending what it already has, rather than expanding.
In Khazad Dum, the Hobbit settlement grows, and Hollin becomes large, peaceful and prosperous. However, with the defeat of Angmar, the Goblin Kingdom's numbers swells, as well as riches. The Dwarves now will start a long and bitter war with the Goblin Kingdom. Its victor is not told here.
Dunland, with the wise rule of King Conn, flourishes, and becomes close friends with Arnor, Hollin and Khazad Dum.
In Harad, King's Gorkan's rule remained successful. He managed to claim the territory up to the River Poros. He forces Gondor into peace, and the two are at an uneasy peace. But Harad is a force to be reckoned with from now on, due to King Gorkan's major successes.
In the Iron Hills, the population boom massively shifts the fortunes of the Dwarves. The halls become vast and splendid, and while not rivaling Khazad Dum, are widely considered the second most wonderful Dwarven realm in Middle Earth still claimed by the Dwarves.
Meanwhile, while good seems to have remained, few notice the rising Darkness over Mirkwood, which seems to be coming from Dol Guldur...
***
Radaghast was walking through Mirkwood, near Dol Guldur. The forest was dark and gloomy, much to Radagast's despair. He came upon the path to Dol Guldur, an knelt by the road. Soon enough, a black shape with an iron helm bolted by on a black horse. Radagast could not see what it was, but he felt terror as it passed by. The shape went into Dol Guldur's open gate, and with a bang, the gate closed.
***
Meanwhile, in the Gladden Fields, near a Stoor village, a hand reached into the water and grabbed a shiny object. A faint voice could be heard, saying, "My precious...."
THE END
Thanks for playing. Sorry for my terrible GMing skills.
Epilogue, 1303 TA
In Arnor, the forces of the North combine and slowly drive the forces of Agmar back. The cost is high, but Angmar is defeated and Carn Dum given to the Dwarves, but the Witch King was nowhere to be found.
In Arnor, the Prince of Arnor marries the Queen of Rhudaur, daughter of the late King of Rhudaur. The lines are joined, and Rhudaur is reunited to Arnor. Arnor is once again restored, with three provinces. The King of Arnor divides it up as this: Rhudaur is now a province of Men of Middle Earth. Cardolan is mixed and Men of Middle Earth. Arthedain is the one with the Dunedain. However, Princes of Rhudaur and Cardolan, by the King's Decree, must marry into Dunedain blood. Arnor flourishes.
A force led by Beres retakes Minas Ithil and drive the Nazgul out. During the fight Eldacar is slain, making Beres the next in line for the throne. Gondor sets again to defending what it already has, rather than expanding.
In Khazad Dum, the Hobbit settlement grows, and Hollin becomes large, peaceful and prosperous. However, with the defeat of Angmar, the Goblin Kingdom's numbers swells, as well as riches. The Dwarves now will start a long and bitter war with the Goblin Kingdom. Its victor is not told here.
Dunland, with the wise rule of King Conn, flourishes, and becomes close friends with Arnor, Hollin and Khazad Dum.
In Harad, King's Gorkan's rule remained successful. He managed to claim the territory up to the River Poros. He forces Gondor into peace, and the two are at an uneasy peace. But Harad is a force to be reckoned with from now on, due to King Gorkan's major successes.
In the Iron Hills, the population boom massively shifts the fortunes of the Dwarves. The halls become vast and splendid, and while not rivaling Khazad Dum, are widely considered the second most wonderful Dwarven realm in Middle Earth still claimed by the Dwarves.
Meanwhile, while good seems to have remained, few notice the rising Darkness over Mirkwood, which seems to be coming from Dol Guldur...
***
Radaghast was walking through Mirkwood, near Dol Guldur. The forest was dark and gloomy, much to Radagast's despair. He came upon the path to Dol Guldur, an knelt by the road. Soon enough, a black shape with an iron helm bolted by on a black horse. Radagast could not see what it was, but he felt terror as it passed by. The shape went into Dol Guldur's open gate, and with a bang, the gate closed.
***
Meanwhile, in the Gladden Fields, near a Stoor village, a hand reached into the water and grabbed a shiny object. A faint voice could be heard, saying, "My precious...."
THE END
Thanks for playing. Sorry for my terrible GMing skills.
