Immersive Ink

waysoftheearth wrote:
Here you are now:


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$ Suspended beacon

A Ardenbard a Largo
B Barald... b Baraglin*
E Eremin... e Elindir
G ......... g Legandir
H ......... h Hepti*
L ......... l Lomeluin
N Nat...... n Norin
O Eohild... o
R Beranger. r
S Soval*... s Sili
T ......... t Telthalion
U ......... u Burmon*
V ......... v

* lantern/torch

waysoftheearth wrote:
What do you propose now gentlemen?

mushgnome wrote:
Sili trots off to battle with the Orcs. He will attempt to lead the other fighters in the most basic of combat formations: a line of warriors, with the enemy on one side and the weak/wounded PCs on the other side.

"Hepti, stay close and don't turn your back on unexplored passage-ways!" he cautions. "When in doubt, stand near a Hobbit--nothing bad every happens to them."

ehiker133 wrote:
At the sight of a hated enemy befouling his ancestral halls, Norin starts shouting curses as he charges into battle, swinging his heavy war hammer at the nearest orc he can get to.

"Oi! You gibbering nib-chewing cave gherkins! Over here!"

sulldawga wrote:
Largo will crouch, wide-eyed and fearful, as the orcs press from all sides. When the next orc flies over his head toward Eremin's unprotected back, he will stab upward and hope to skewer him as Mr. Sulk did the one previous.

Should no orc present itself thusly, he will attempt an attack on the orc in front of Soval, hoping somehow that the Man of Swanfleet will remain a more attractive target despite Largo's entry into melee.

coffee wrote:
Eremin will do his best to fend of this orc in front of him.

"'E's a bit bigger, face to face, in't 'e?" he mutters to himself. But he swallows hard and defends himself.

doctorx wrote:
Lmluin makes for the Orc menacing Arbenbard. "Your life is mine," he hisses at the foe in Sindarin, the fell light of an Elf Lord in his wrath blazing in his blue eyes.

He attempts to position himself between Arbenbard and the Orc, seeking to dispatch it as swiftly as possible, whereupon he will move to relieve the wounded Beranger.

crusssdaddy wrote:
Arbenbard continues to fall back, away from combat. To the nearest Orc, he says in the Black Speech "Fool! We are but the speartip of a great host... flee if you value your life!"

tonneau wrote:
Legandir shoulders his bow and draws Morfil, which glows like sunlit ice in the darkness. He moves swiftly to support Soval.

calithena wrote:
Soval yells "Barald, fall back!" as he continues the grim fight. He will hold the line as long as he can, chopping and hacking at whomever he can, preferring orcs who have made more eastward progress to others but taking whatever opportunities to fight he can.