On the Border Of Angmar

[Lord Eomer]

Next to the Misty Mountains they moved, staying as close and tight to the mountain as it, and the weather would permit. King Eomer and with him 10,000 Rohirrim Calvary rode to the borders of Angmar. As they reached the trollshalls they split into four different groups of 2,500 a piece. Each division was lead by a Rohirrim general and the fourth was lead by Eomer himself. They tactic was to spread out and hit Angmar, if resistance was called forth, from four different directions and to end up meeting in the middle.

Eomer had no desire to fight the soldiers or orcs of Angmar. However, if it came to it, if they were attacked during their inspection of the land, then they would respond with deadly and lethal force. The journey had taken nine days, longer than Eomer had anticipated. However, his generals and himself all reached a different border of Angmar at the same time. There were no border guards from what he could tell, however, he had given his commanders orders to wait and make contact before engaging the enemy. They wanted to know what the mood of the Angmarian soldiers would be before they launched a full attack...So, Eomer and his soldiers waited.

[Khamûl]

((OOC: With the four different groups, would it make it easier if we made a different topic for each group, in case they all encounter conflict? As if that occurred it would get very confusing if it was all on here... If so, this could be the topic with Eomer's group in?))

IC: Khamûl sat atop his steed, the great beast's nostrils sniffed the air, it could smell the approaching men. Its legs shifted in excitement, it's wings threatening to take it to battle ahead of schedule, but Khamûl halted this renegade thought by simply exhaling very slightly louder than usual. This would be an inaudible difference to most men but the dragon's hearing was far superior to men, maybe even to elves and thus the dragon heard, and instantly obeyed the order that Khamûl need not voice.

The messenger with the news of the negotiations had arrived long ago, and it had been almost two weeks since scouts had reported the gathering and Northward movement of the Rohirrim army. Khamûl had not expected an attack this early, neither had he expected one of such magnitude. This ruler must really be as the messenger had said; power-hungry. However, such a large force could never move unnoticed and as such Khamûl had had a long enough time to prepare Angmar for the attack, he had stopped all work within Angmar and has put every living creature in the country to work to aid the defense. The borders were almost completely abandoned, but further in there were plenty of ditches filled with sharp wooden stakes, some with metal tips to make them even more lethal. These ditches had been dug out too wide for most horses to jump, except for the mearas and some of Rohan's more athletic light cavalry. Behind these ditches were more stakes, driven into the ground as a second defense against the few horses that could jump the ditches.

However, the ditches did not cover all the way around Angmar, there were gaps for when Angmar's own men needed to leave, although these were almost all guarded by one of Angmar's many Outposts. In addition to this, each of the infantry in Angmar's army had been given several caltrops, which would, if used strategically, devastate the cavalry of Rohan.

Khamûl was with his entire army, other than a hundred orc infantry that were guarding the Outposts. There were two Nazgûl, one on his left, one on his right, and these Nazgûl were mounted on huge black wolves, specially bred to be faster, stronger, and larger than not only their fellow wolves, but also wargs. The wolves had also been trained so that they were not so terrified of the Nazgûl that they fled from them, and actually let the Nazgûl ride them, however they were still scared enough that they did not disobey their riders.

Khamûl gave an order to one of the orcs nearby, who immediately hurried off to have it carried out, speaking to a group of a hundred pikemen standing on the other side of the ditches. The pikemen marched off towards the Rohirrim with a couple of messengers, escorting them to meet with Eomer's group. Once they arrived, the pikemen stood back as the messengers moved to stand in front of Eomer and his men, speaking to all of them, but directing it at Eomer, "Men of Rohan, we have told your King that he is not welcome here, and that if he comes near our borders with more than ten armed men as bodyguards, we will attack without warning. Now, he has not only ignored our warning, but has brought four entire armies into Angmar without permission. This is something we cannot tolerate, this is invasion!" With that the pikemen readied themselves to move into any formation, from Phalanx to Porcupine. "If you do not leave immediately," the messenger continued, "we will be forced to defend our country with our lives! I warn you not to underestimate us, for if you do not leave, your deaths will be your king's doing, for if he does not back down, he will be the one causing this unnecessary conflict."

[Ellroher]

Ellroher had ridden with Eomer and 600 riders of Dunharrow. He heard the words of Khamul and saw that his army was indeed prepared. Now a Mounted force has two advantages, movement and intimidation. They can easily ride over unprepared troops and then retreat before the enemy has time to regroup. But the armies of Angmar were well defended and were ready to receive the calvary attack. Ellroher turned to Eomer and said, "My lord, let us not start a conflict. Send the Riders a short distance away, far enough to satisfy our hosts, yet close enough to ride to our aid should they be needed. You and I, and ten of our best rides will meet them." Ellroher looked back at the armies of Angmar. It was indeed strong enough to defend it's self, but not for long. If Angmar started trouble now, all of Rohan and Gondor would be on it and it would surly be wiped out. If Ellroher guessed right, Angmar was trying to prevent attacks on it by making allies until it was strong enough to defend it self from every one.

[Lord Eomer]

(( OOC: We will focus on this one. The other brigades would just do pretty much the exact same as this one so it would be like the same posts over and over again. ))


Eomer saw the defensives before him. They were built extremely well. This Eomer obviously saw and noted in his mind. He figured that it would be the same throughout Angmar and that the rest of the legions would face the same resistance. As the messengers came forth and spoke Eomer obviously listened. However, he was not trusting of the orcs, goblins, and defiantly not a Nazgul. He looked over to Ellroher and shook his head. " Na...every defense has a weakness. Thus i have already noticed the hitch in this one. " He said as he spurred his horse forward a few steps to address the messengers and pikemen. " Tell your master this! " He yelled so that the creatures could hear him. " We shall remain where we are until the break of night! If your master does not present himself, where you now stand, on neutral ground then he truly has something to hide! " he yelled. " Thus, if Angmar has something in which they do not desire to reveal then we shall attack at first light! " He yelled as he knew that orcs fought better in the dark and thus would wish to strike while the sun was at its fullest. He turned back to his calvary and gave messages to three different riders and they and their companions made off to relay the orders to the general as Eomer turned and waited...

[Canos]

Canos had been in Eregion for two weeks now and he had been going from town to town, from region to region, creating a name for himself and strengthening his trust and other’s trust in him. Canos was created a well-based web of lies throughout the world. It would be so hard for many people to believe that he was attacking them. Some probably wouldn’t even believe it until he was actually killing them. Canos was in the region near Angmar at the moment with about seventy-five soldiers, all on horses and armored. He had seen and been told about the cavalry moving through the plains and he wanted to investigate. He was at no ill standing with Rohan and he would not be attacked if he decided to make an appearance. Canos was running out of personal guards. He had lost some to Angmar earlier in the week and he was not very happy about it. He had also lost some in Frodowaith. He was running low on soldiers to keep going out to battle with. He never really intended to fight anyone throughout these few weeks, but it seemed that fate had dealt him a different hand.

Canos rode with his soldiers until he could see the camp of the Rohirrim in front of him. There were lights and lamps throughout the camp and Canos could barely see the flag of Rohan. He wasn’t going to be riding into the camp of Angmar tonight. Canos and his men were heard thundering towards the camp. They had lights of their own and their banners were flying, but almost invisible with the dim light. Canos leaned over to one of the flag bearers, “Put up a white flag so they will not take this the wrong way.” Canos commanded and the soldier obeyed his orders, placing a white flag on his spear as he rode towards the camp. It didn’t take long for them to be stopped by the soldiers with or without the white flag. Canos expected this and he commanded his small company to halt. “I am Canos of Nurn, I come to see Eomer and to give him aid.” Canos said. This would come to a shock to Eomer, but moreso, to Khamul.

[Ratha]

Ratha could not let the master fall, the Nazgûl were rising out of the ashes and taking back what was once theirs. Between the eight of them anything could be achieved. And if the defense of Angmar and the destruction of Rohirrim was first on the things to do so be it. Deep within his frozen Kingdom, Ratha had learnt things. Dangerous old things. He had studied texts from thousands of years previously looking for things. He had listened to local folk lore and he now knew his next step. But first he had to aid in the total destruction of the Rohirrim. His Army arrived in the Northen most regions of Angmar at Carn Dûm, the fortress city and waited for further instructions.

[Faeora]

*Faeora had traveled down from Mount Gundabad earlier in the day and was now inside the palace at angmar. She was simply sitting in a chair in the throneroom, glancing around oddly. She wasn't worried about the battle because she had foreseen the fate of the rohirrim. She grinned manaically, and cackled loudly, her eerie voice echoing through the halls, and out to the battlefield. She grinned and looked at Khamul, wondering what he was thinking. She was a bit nervous because she was frightened of his anger, but not of the battle. She would not upset her master, and after her last battle over 100 years ago had trained even more. She knew Khamul and his army would crush the rohirrim, but wondered exactly how Khamul wanted to go about it.*

[Khamûl]

A message was sent back to Khamûl with Eomer's response, to which Khamûl smiled his invisible smile; just as he had expected. It was common knowledge that the forces he would be using in combat would be much stronger at night, however, there was something Eomer seemed to have overlooked - a possibility that Khamûl would take advantage of. Also, this decision gave Khamûl more time to prepare the defenses, and possibly even avoid battle altogether.

The leader of the Nazgûl gave his dragon a command and immediately its wings began to beat, smashing waves of air into the ground beneath them before it leaped into the sky, casting a shadow over the ground beneath him. The dragon flew towards the camp of the Rohirrim, coming to land just in front of the ditches and it was here that Khamûl dismounted, ordering his dragon to take off again. The huge creature obeyed and flew off into the sky, circling above the camp of the Rohirrim. Khamûl made his way into the camp, quickly confronted by several soldiers, but he terrified their horses, which reared up before bolting, only two men remained after falling from their horses, it would take a while for the others to regain control of their horses and of the two that remained one fled in terror and the other one was briefly frozen in fear before Khamûl drew his sword and dealt with him.

Khamûl continued towards the camp, heading for Eomer himself. Obviously he would be stopped, but he hoped Eomer would come to him, for otherwise Khamûl would have to kill everybody in his way until he reached the King, which would be tiresome. Although it could be entertaining.

[Lord Eomer]

Chaos began to outbreak in the front of Eomer's lines. Eomer had left the front of the battle to wait for Khamul to make his appearance and Eomer had be speak with the unexpected visitors. As chaos erupted Eomer did not need to be told what the problem was. He ordered his men to step away from the creature and allow him passage. Eomer had fought against the Nazgul before and despite their terrible appearance, or lack there of one, he remained as unafraid as one could be. The soldiers, wanting to protect there king, reluctantly moved away from the creature and allowed him to come before Eomer. Eomer, held up his hand whenever Khamul moved to about thirty feet away as Eomer sat in a chair next to a campfire, with bucketfulls of arrows around it. He rose to his feet to face the creature. " Tell me this...Nazgul. " He said calmly. " How is it, that you expect me to have a trade agreement with your country if you can not be civil and walk through my camp without the innocent death of horses and my men..." Eomer said with a clench of his fist...

[Khamûl]

Khamûl was finally allowed to meet with Eomer, the men around him backing off to let him through. In answer to the King of Rohan's question, Khamûl spoke the truth, "Anybody who gets in my way dies sooner or later. Sooner is generally a more pleasant death than later, so I was actually being merciful to them. But how can you expect me to be civil when if I ask for a trade agreement, you say that you must first 'examine' my lands with an army twice the size of my own? I'm very sorry but I cannot trust that, especially if when I refuse you come here to invade with your entire army." Khamûl's voice was filled with malice and as he paused his entire being began to spread the feeling through the ranks of Eomer's men, creating discomfort and even more fear among them. "I will give you a piece of advice; according to my scouts and my own eyes, you have about ten thousand men, correct? Well, I have one thousand. You are still outnumbered and you will still lose this battle. If you retreat now you lives will be spared for a little longer. If you do not retreat, you have two options; Fight my army and they will all die, or duel me now, and only you will die. Your choice, man, your life or their lives?"

[Canos]

“One on one duels are so exciting…. personally I love them…” Canos smirked, rubbing his hands together maniacally. He stood by a campfire watching Eomer and this nazgul whom he presumed was Khamul. Canos was clad in his armor now. It was black armor with red trip along every joint and along the sides, with the tree of Gondor in the middle, in red instead of white. He did not carry a shield this day, just two swords at his waist, hanging loosely on his belt. His hands remained there, on their handles as he looked at the nazgul and back at Eomer, stepping out from the shadows of the flame in a bit more light. “But answer me this nazgul…” he paused, moving his right hand to his chin, “I…I think that for the most part…we will win this fight. Besides, why would I warrior of his stature fight you?” Canos questioned. “You have been known to be rather deceitful and certainly not trustworthy and seeing as how he can’t really kill you…. what incentive does he have? Truly if he planned to invade your lands then he was fully prepared to loose his soldiers, as they are willing to lose their lives for him. It is not a matter of soldiers now.” Canos continued to walk forward. “Actually, I think that it is more of a matter of you…and what you fear.” Canos was stubborn but he was not foolish. “You fear that you will not be able to avenge your master, you fear that you will be cast back into the nothingness that awaited him. Do not fool yourself into thinking that you are stronger now that he is gone. Your time has come and gone with the destruction of the ring and of the greater part of your power.” Canos roared loudly. He did not fear this shadow, this figure of supposed fear.

[Neurion]

Neurion sat atop his black war horse looking from his vantage point on a small hill he could see the Rohirrim army in the distance. Behind Neurion the army of Dunland stood in ranks, he had organised the army as soon as he saw Eomer and his men ride through his land. Scouts had been sent to follow them to the border of Angmar, Now the army had arrived 3000 Cavalry 1000 of those were his Blood Guard there red capes whipped around as if they were ready to absorb any blood that spilt, in front of the cavalry stood 3000 infantry 1000 archers the rest were armed with long pikes. His horse neighed and shook its head, reaching down he patted it's neck reassuringly before he began marching again they were half a days march, he was more here to cut off a retreat but he was close enough to help in the battle if needed. A rustling sound was made as the Dunland flags were unfurled and raised in the air, the wolf head snapped in the wind.

[Ratha]

A terrifying scream filled the air and Ratha's men flinched at the sound. Ratha was advancing to the front lines, after picking up caltrops for his troops he advanced. He flew ahead of his men on his black steed. It easily propelled him through the air asnhe headed towards the front lines, from high up in the air he could see his masters Orcs, and beyond them and their defenses stretching miles from side to side was the Army of Rohan and their encampments. His invisible eyes flicked left and right and saw three similar encampments spread out across the border. He saw deep within the closest encampment his master aboard his own beast talking to the mortals. He let out another blood curdling scream and wheeled around to his army, they were nearly at the front lines. As he wheeled around a shimmer of movement caught his dark eyes he turned and stared. The men of Dunland had arrived.

[Lord Eomer]

Aug 31, 2008 11:02:41 GMT -5 Khamûl said:

Khamûl was finally allowed to meet with Eomer, the men around him backing off to let him through. In answer to the King of Rohan's question, Khamûl spoke the truth, "Anybody who gets in my way dies sooner or later. Sooner is generally a more pleasant death than later, so I was actually being merciful to them. But how can you expect me to be civil when if I ask for a trade agreement, you say that you must first 'examine' my lands with an army twice the size of my own? I'm very sorry but I cannot trust that, especially if when I refuse you come here to invade with your entire army." Khamûl's voice was filled with malice and as he paused his entire being began to spread the feeling through the ranks of Eomer's men, creating discomfort and even more fear among them. "I will give you a piece of advice; according to my scouts and my own eyes, you have about ten thousand men, correct? Well, I have one thousand. You are still outnumbered and you will still lose this battle. If you retreat now you lives will be spared for a little longer. If you do not retreat, you have two options; Fight my army and they will all die, or duel me now, and only you will die. Your choice, man, your life or their lives?"

Eomer began to become annoyed with Khumal. His regiment of 2,500 men, was, by far not outnumbered. He also had soldiers elsewhere bordering his lands that, apparently would meet little resistance. However, they would await the orders from Eomer before they attacked. Or, they would attack if to much time was to relay orders. Eomer shook that from his mind and was about to reply to Khamul whenever he heard the horns of the Dunlanders. They were not the most skilled warriors, however, they were many and fierce, and fought to the last man. Eomer, now found himself sitting in a valley of enemies. Of course, that was to be expected. It did indeed help that his entire army could be horsed in mere seconds, and if needed could have a speedy withdrawl. He sighed and turned back to face Khumal. " I do not believe that i shall fight you, and i also do not believe that my entire army will die either. " He cast a glance at the soldiers from Dunland and smirked. " So, i shall allow you passage back to your army, and then we shall fight and the Valar shall decide it. " He said with a cold tone. Orders had already been sent out and the battle would soon begin.

((. OOC: Two things Neurion. I see no assembly thread for you. Secondly, i don't think your troops would arrive a few hours after mine because it takes time to assemble an army. You would, even at your quickest pace be at least two days behind because, A, you have footsoldiers that take longer to move, and two your army is so vast that it would take at least three days to get that army together. ))

[Ellroher]

Ellroher watched these events unfold in slience. Things were begining to get way out of hand. "Eomer," said Ellroher. "I think that it would be wise to avoid battle. As things stand now, we would win this fight, I have no doubts of that. But...." He paused and looked out towards the mountains. "We would lose too many good men. And, I feel that Angmar has some more surprises for us. Otherwise, he would not be so confident. He is not bluffing, that much I can tell. He knows of something we do not."