A Battle Won By Dwarvish Might

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

 

The Dwarves mumble and mutter among each other in the trench with their hold allies, already two failed attempts have been made to kill the now trapped Uruks who hide in their corner only bearing their last shred of dignity. The Dwarves amassed that day on the seventeenth of the month before year's end to launch an invasion of epic proportions bearing an army of thirdy strong to neutralize the likes of the Urukish forces who bear the likes of a claimed 60, on many occasions they have assaulted the Dwarvish patrols and scouting parties with great success. It seemed as if tactical warfare was something the Uruks could not succeed in.

 

As the Dwarves slaughter the likes of two Uruk who attempted to pull flank outside, they cut down a large tree and half it which was then slowly brought down the passage towards the iron door protecting the united trench and within moments the door was opened and at a frightening speed the wood broke the Urukish trench defense. Kjell lead the charge into the gathering of Uruks slaying two (little compared to the work of other Dwarves on the field), claiming the head of the last with his bare hands as the others followed behind eliminating the rest. In the words of the commanders it was only a matter of time that every Uruk would be killed for they where dead from the start. Fires set aflame the dead corpses of the Uruks as Dwarves danced upon the the ashes of their dead foe along with the chants and bellows of victorious Dwarves could be heard from afar mocking their foe with challenges they could not meet, the Grand Marshall impaled the banner of the Legion into the fortification of the Urukish defense and with one last cry to the winning side they embarked on their journey to a grand feast that was held to celebrate this feat of the Kingdom's strength. Ale was downed in seconds and food was tossed to and fro by the masses as they consumed their hard earned meals.

[meg 1994]

((This is an RP post everyone, direct your complaints to Gms/Admins, and rp here, thanks.))

[Merkaken 516]

((Could the OOC be removed, please? It's rather provocative and passive aggressive/ rude... I'd also like to ask that no one really insults an ENTIRE RACE (Orcs or Dwarves). It's just not really needed and just plain mean. Anyways, to contribute to the RP....))

 

 

Back in the War Uzg, Ghaash rubs his new scars, wincing a bit from the battle with the Dwarves. He growls, not able to wait for his revenge.

[meg 1994]

((I am quite tired of the excessive OOC in this thread, so all OOC is to stop, right now. If I see one more post, that person will be warned. Take your complaints to another thread in feedback/support. First and last warning)) 

[Pnoynoy 108]

Draka returns from the battle greatly exhausted and scarred as she rubs her bruised skin with various herbs.

 

"The dwarven war machines have really gotten improved, no matter how many times our ballista hit them they still were as new"

 

She stands up slightly confused as she could not quite understand what exactly made their machines so exceptional. 

[Friendly Guy 223]

*Murthraka returns home to be healed by shamans

*He thinks to himself*

"How come pok was no longer able to use the levers in the base"

"Why did their trebs fire three times in the exact same spot"

"How did the balista rapid fire like that"

"How were their flying swords"

 

*Takes a nap as he now has a headache

[lemontide331 1615]

Chuckzug'lur sits in his blargh, pondering about the floating, magical sword which caused him many wounds

[ImpinAintEZ 442]

Ghora'Takota wears his fresh wounds with honor. Many were scattered across his body, but still he had his might. The fight with the uruks had solidified the new alliance between the Daldriad and the Uruks. Now they must wait for their next chance to take down the dwarves... and once they do, it shall be sweet.

[troopermatthew 66]

*Telchar sifts through the hundreds of Orc skulls that now line the halls of the Dwarven Hold. Looking around he thinks back to the battle and chuckles with glee so hard he has to wipe a tear from his eye*

[Dreek 1633]

*sits in the barracks, pondering where he will store the hundreds of orc skulls that he took from his kills, putting that thought aside, he thinks back to the battle, and laughs to himself at the sight of orcs retreating constantly. As he finishes his reminiscing, he goes back to organizing the orc pelts*

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Bael giggles at the genius of the dwarfen alchemists. 

[Zezimus 1523]

((I've removed every piece of OOC, besides Meguzara's warnings as it looks like this is just descending into a flame war. I've sent a number of you PMs to explain the situation so that you can actually speak to the people you are aiming these accusations towards.

 

To clarify, first Shoi and then Mogroka were contacted about the war claim, as the respective heads of the lore and war claim teams. If you have any further questions surrounding that, I'd ask that you contact me via forum PM and leave this thread to RP.)) 

[Krehy Stormhammer 1]

* wakes up to a body strewn feild of battle, Harpoon bolts lay driven into the earth and 3 destroyed and charred trebuchets lay broken.

4 ballista lay pointing the the ruined orc fort upon the hill. Feeling his bloodied head he notices a large bump on his forehead and a note in his pocket..

 

"Sorry for 'itten ye, T'oug't ye were an uruk."

 

-Commander Thorin Grandaxe

 

[ski_king3 0]

Gaz'Jamala sits in his camp, having just returned from his hunt. As he begins to skin the dead wolf, he thinks back to the events of two days before.

 

Reminiscing back to two Elven days ago, he could remember the preparations for war. The ceremony, the rolling in the ashes, the ride to the orc capital and the hiding of their tribe in the jungle near the battlefield. The next thing he could remember was his arrival at the Cloud Temple after what he assumed was a glorious but unfortunate death at the battle. He sat there for some time with the Mustang, waiting to see if the Monks would bring other Daldriad. Whilst waiting, he remembered seeing several dwarves returns multiple times. He chuckled as he saw a dwarf who had been carried back by the monks for a second time being healed for a particularly large axe wound, clearly caused by something only an orc could fight with. He wondered why some dwarves would be foolish enough to abuse the monks' kindness and add more work for them. He then shrugged before leaving the temple with the rest of the Daldriad, following the orders of the Mustang.

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*Grand Marshall Kjell after the dancing on the ashes with his kin began picking through the feild of strife where only one of his brothers fell to the likes of a bad swing he witnessed coming from the commander. Upon finding Krehy he goes to aid his now awoken brother - clutching a note Thorin placed on him - by pulling Krehy from the feild and lifting him with the aid of Dreek to the city Kal'Azgoth.*

"Per'aps Ah shoold teach da legionnaires 'ow ta swin' an see a bludeh Uruk frum a nae far way away."