[Dagor Silmarillion - First Age] Quenta Silmarillion (Roleplay Hotseat)

[Isenbard]

The Town of Arthórien is taken with a full banner army, while only 50 men defended it.

Doriath is next: https://1drv.ms/u/s!AiWJ2Nmu_LjIhWXJ...b74pf?e=TaF5hH

[paladinbob123]

Thingol observed the news this season, and it was a mixed bag indeed, both stirring , positive and dark at the same time, for in the southeast, the laegrim had made such major advancements, securing their lands, against the shadow of evil beasts that had patrolled the land, making them more secure and perhaps leading to the laegrim moving to help other lands, perhaps even the dwarfs who were sorely pushed against the fire drakes of the north who pushed them hard, and threatened their very existence.The other news ,more dark was again about dragons, as a large dragon supported with a force of darkness had secured the mountain of pretty dwarfs of amon rudh which lay but a short distance to the west, worrying all the surrounding areas of the Nargothrond, Falathim and the Doriath forces, in equal measures, particularly after such blood, and tears had been shed in regaining the lands of Methed-en-glad back from morgoths legions at great cost and losses they had faced against a Balrog who had stormed it.



Mablung who commanded a portion of the kings guard, who had retaken Methed-en-glad had sent a proposal to attack northwards, perhaps advancing into the forest of Brethil, to take a portion of revenge for the losses the elfs had stood at methed and perhaps take the weakly held town and settlements from the shadow of the north, who held the old settlements of the house of haldad or what was left of them, after the orks and other foul things had despoiled them, this would have of course have the bonus effects , if not addressed ,it would cutoff the dragon and its forces in Amon Rudh from supplies. Such a thing wouldnt of course effect the dragon, for it would find its own food, but the army that occupied it was another matter, and if supplies dried up, some of those troops might disperse and head northwards back to their own lines, weakening the dragons forces.




Such a idea, Thingol mused was not without risk, so he ordered Mablung to send such a force, but he and at least half of the kings guard must return to the safetly of Doriaths lines, so that significant forces remain to defend the forest of Doriath whilst having the benefit of a chance to equally damage the forces of shadow in its rear lines appealed gladly , whilst keeping risks to a minimum.


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Mablung was annoyed at the reply he received from his king, annoyed and a little ashamed that the plan he asked to implement was being used to perhaps send some of the doriath elfs on the risky mission that he was denied leading, and the stigma of those elves going into danger from his actions, which he could do little about ,but he had no choice in the matter , conducting the kings orders. Many of those that attacked at methed-en-glad volunteered for the mission north, with even some of the kings guard ,for they had seen the destruction left behind to a elfven settlement, and wished to retaliate against such death and destruction ,with some of their own. As for the small force of men, that had followed them in their endeavor , they instantly volunteered at such a chance ,to a man, to revisit death on the forces of shadow that had taken their homes, family, and their very reason for existence.

The small force lead by a elven noble,Glirphen, moved off in small column to the north, as its attack northwards, began , as Mablung began to organise those that would stay behind to garrison Methed-en-glad ,as the rest of his forces with the kings guard made ready to move off to the east, back to Doriath.

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The two spies sneaked into the ruins at Drugobel , a old fortification of the house of haldad, that had been smashed by the forces of darkness, and signs of a great defence of this stronghold of men, lay scattered around the area. Some defences were burnt , lead in place with smoke damage, great holes had been torn out of the defences not leaving a good protection for what ever occupied this area.They climbed the walls of what appeared to be the remains of somesort of rough keep, its walls patchy with great holes tore out its structure,both in the walls and in the floor, scattered equipment across the area, left untouched leaving the wind to whistle though what appeared to be unoccupied ruins, but as the two elves began to move forward to a place they could oversee most of the internal ground, they began to hear the guttural language of men nearby , so they took cover to make some idea of what was going on , inside the ruins of Drugobel.


For some time, form their vantage point, they began to grab some idea of what held this area, counting perhaps some four to five hundred men, who prowled he ruins, as they shifted though the grounds , either looking for food, treasures, or other things to keep their interest. There was some form of hierarchy, as some of the men where dressed in a crude black fighting armour, with large rough metal blades, shouting at the majority of what formed the mens force. These were just rough dressed men, in crude clothing dull and grey, some of their garments were patchy as if in a state of disrepair,as if given the garments, which had not been changed or repaired, as damage and wear covered them.

The two elfs grinned at each other, each taking heart in the fact, that the defences here were still poor and the men appeared unready for a sustained combat, happy at such news, meaning they would present little threat to the elven warhost approaching from the south. They withdrew a little from the overlooking position , and checking there was little chance that men would find them high up in their position ,as they was no easy way to reach them at, what was left of this floor in the damaged ruined keep, unless of course those men had the climbing ability of a elf.So they sat down, sharing a little food and drink as it was sure to be some days before the elven host appeared, and the wait would seem like a age until they arrived.


The light departed as the night arrived , bringing perhaps a disturbing sight, as a grim red dim light emulated from the distance side of the keep highlighted in the dark,where it appeared[after closer inspection]that a giant hole had been dug where the glow was coming from. The two spies had to know more about such a interesting and unusual circumstance, so they dropped down from the keep, and moving slow and silent, dodged one and later another patrol of men, before they took a closer overlying position to this new phenomenon.

It was a view of horror, for the elfves as from the new position, they observed a giant Balrog beast, bath'd in flame, appeared to be in some form of slumper, its form unseeing and unmoving , but alive none the less. The two elfs emitted a silent panicked look between each other, knowing there was little they could do, other than worry about the elven taskforce, that would be moving to attack this position , little knowing of the beast that awaited them.


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Four days later, the elfven taskforce, moved into sight of the men's old fortress of Drugobel, its walls broken , in some places, but still had signs of human occupation, torches still burnt bright in some places, revealing that somebody still held its grounds , even whislt the old fortress still stood, battered but not fully broken. Lord Glirphen looked up at the sight, and held his hand up calling a halt to their advance, before he moved his hand and arm in a horizontal sweep, indicting the forces should spread out and take up battle positions.

What appeared to be evil men took to what was left of the walls and breach points, jeering at the pristine elven formations as they took position. The kings guard was looking splendid in its goldern leaf armour ,each warrior with double swords, and a additional heavy bow, it also had a occupying company of heavy foot in the small group of kings guard, who had heavy weapons and also carried javelins making the kings guard a deadly foe. Commanded by Cevion, their drill and movement on the field showed its quality, as other less drilled formations meandered to their places.The mainforce was made from other formations, such as doriath warrios who moved with their axes, their weapons of choice, some forest wardens, some men of haldad with long two handed axes and two companies of elven rangers, perhaps the best supporting bowmen on the continent who took the frontline of battle shielding the rest of the forces with their bows keeping the enemy at range. This was also perhaps the first actions with some of the cavalry of doriath. Most of these small companies where generally hunting forces, more bowmen on horseback, of which there were three companies, but a fourth group of the horsemen, were some heavy cavalry, perhaps the first formation of its ilk commanded by Cevion's brother , Sílion. Dressed in stirdy leaf armour, and prominent helms sporting red feathers, they looked a wierd bunch to some, but for the massive hatchet blades they carried at their side.

The two elven spies had used the confusion of the battle formations, to leave their base of operations , to retreat back into the woods, where they approached the elven battleline from the side.at first bows where raised at their approach, but the weapons were dropped once their forms became clear, and they were allowed to approach the elfven commanders who were discussing their strategy. With the news they bought of the balrog within the walls, consternation broke out, as arguments and tempers rose, but the fight between commanders was halted with a roar from within the keep, and a unearthly light grew closer as the maia approached , apparently now it recognized the fight ahead.



Orders were blurted out, as things began to go out of control, the spies retreated to the woods, as the rangers opened fire on the men at the walls, killing some, and scattering the rest, indeed the battle would have been won right then , but for the mighty Balrog that now emerged from the behind the walls, its great frame clad in moving flame, which dropped down onto the ground in places.

Elves and men groaned in fear, at the approach of such a mighty foe, but despite their fear, the small company of the men of Haldad recovered the soonest, for although great fear was upon them , so was a deep and unyielding hate of these things that had taken their lands, and killed their loved ones. The men stamped their feet, clattered their axes against shields or against small pieces of armour making as much noise as they could, yelling out their loathing, despite the white of their faces, and the trembling of their legs.The elfven line buckled for a second, many elfs taking a foot backwards, but seeing the courage of men, the first born found their courage, not to be belittled ,by the courage of the stout hearted men in their midst, rangers lifted their bows, and unleased a torrent of arrow fire on the foul beast.

The Balrog , lifted a giant flaming hammer, which swatted away a great swath of arrows from the air,others hit its form, most dissolving and burning away in the heat, others arrows, perhaps crafted specially or treated with some form of magic , dung deep, and the balrog swept what passed for its free hand over its chest, breaking off , some of those missiles that had landed, breaking heads from shafts as it roared again with the minor pain caused to its form.Again the rangers fired, the balrog again swatting away most of the missiles, as some of the evil men returned to walls, to watch their champion of the darkness resume his place as their savior, which helped them little , as the balrog used its hammer to smash against the very wall they had climbed upon.The blow killed many , as they fell from its heights, as some of the wall gave way ,dropping to the floor, in a scattering of cart sized chunks. the Balrog dropped its hammer, the sound of its impact with the ground, doing little to calm the fears of the elven force, as the giant maia grabbed one of the chunks lifting it high in the air,before it hurled it towards the companies of rangers.

The rangers of the forest were perhaps the elite when it came to the bow ,and in any contest of the bow, they were sure to win, but against chucks of rock hurled by the balrog they had no defence, most scattered, but a fair portion of the archers, froze in shock at the sight of a massive chuck of rubble, which struck many down, crushing them before its weight and mass, and it wounded many as the rock rolled from the impact, damaging and hurting many other combatants in its rough roll. Many of the remainder of the rangers, ran to the edge of the forest when the Balrog retrieved is hammer ,as it bolted forward, its form all aflame, the red lick of fire encasing its form, its blackened red&black form beneath. Half of the men of Haldad ran forward ,intercepted the balrog, heavy axes of their own raised, some managed even a few blows, before the giant hammer of the balrog swung down , killing a score of men, in just one blow, and scattered the rest across the forest floor.The rest of the men, their courage failing also ran backwards towards the edge of the forest edge where they watched joining the rangers, unable to leave, but unable to face a threat beyond there means.

It was at this point, where even elfven courage was vanishing ,that the riders of the forest darted forward, their bows flashing ,as arrows struck at the beast, from every any angle, as the riders rode in a giant ring around the Balrog, the arrows were the mearest gnat bites to the giant powerful creature, but it left him distracted, unable to focus, on the more nimble agile riders, who steered their mounts away ,whenever the great beast , moved forward towards any of them in a sudden lunge,but these riders only had limited energies to expend in this effort, something still had to be done to bring down the great spirit creature of darkness.

Using the distraction of the elven horsearchers,Sílion bought his heavy cavalry into formation before he swung his great heavy sword in a arc , signalling the charge, and with the large horses , at the gallop, he lead his small company,with swords flashing in the light,forward towards the struggling beast of shadow. Some of the heavy cavalry caught the beast just right, hitting the flanks of its form , slashing out with the giant blades, which glowed with a eirly red or blue, showing the blades had been enchanted in their forging, each hit tearing a mark into its backened form,but it was in the frontal action where it became decisive, where many of riders took a swing at the balrogs legs and chest, some of which found their mark. The Balrog roared up in pain , its footing becoming unsettled, but still it had the mind to bring its great hammer down in front of it,catching a score of the heavy cavalry in its hit, horses neighed as some fell, legs broken, riders fell, necks or legs breaking , as the central cavalry charge broke down as only three riders now were left in the center, as the flanking cavalry continued their hit and run attacks.

Sílion hefted his blade, nodded to his two companions as they charged again against the Balrog, with one of the riders,on Sílion's left falling to a glancing blow of the balrogs hand, just as one of the riders stabbed the belly of the balrog with its blade. Sílion went to strike but seeing the blade stuck in the balrogs belly tapped his horse gently on the side of its face, before jumping from his mount onto the blade, and used the momentum to jump higher,to reach below the balrogs head, using all of his force and momentum to thrust his enchanted blade into the creatures throat.

There came a awful roar, from the balrog, the pain hitting him deep, as it looked down, using its hate, to stampdown on the last rider, who began to tried to withdraw its blade to strike again, but the elf , didnt have time ,before it was crushed beneath the balrogs foot,his mount thrown clear. The balrog looked downwards, at the lone elf captain hanging on desperately to his blade, as he put his hands on his blade, trying to get more leverage to push the blade deeper than the foot deep penetration it had at the moment. Sílions neck was taught with as the pain spasmed his muscles, as his hands and feet began to smolder with the heat of the foul creature, screaming as his limbs turned black, spending each of his last minute, he pushing the blade in another few inches before a great hand appeared around him , crushing him , the one mercy of sparing him from a awful death the burns would bring.

"Noooooo!", cried Cevion, the elfven commander seeing his brother laid low, drew his own blade, and accompanied by some of the kingsguard, who had moved forward.Several other elfves and even a dozen men again joined the rush forward drawing axes and swords alike, as the majority of the kings guard unleashed another barraged of arrows of their own, using specially crafted missiles, with several in each volley penetrating deep into the balrogs body.Cevion , elfs and men, danced around the balrogs legs, performing a perverse game of life and death, as they danced around, hacking , slashing, piercing its legs, as it sent its massive hammer down again and again, in massive swings, and on more than the average occasion, it found its mark , crushing men and elfves alike, harsh screams, quick screams, lingering screams rang out on the battlefield as the close quarter fight continued, as death came to elf and man. Many of the weapons of the men, shattered on a hit on a great beast, but with every hit or clash all was a distraction, from the enchanted arrows from the kingsguard, and certain select weapons of the best elven troops. Slowly ever so slowly, paying for every second, with the deaths of their army, the balrogs knee failed it, and it slipped on the ground, first falling to one knee, and then with another slip to the floor ,it fell forward onto its chest, forcing Sílion's glowing blade deeper into its neck , deeper into its form.

The men and elfs, stepped away suddenly thinking the great maia was finished, its form quivering in what they thought was pain, when suddenly what appeared to be wings unfolded from its back, sending most darting back in worry.

"No!...No,escape for you!", yelled Cevion who was perhaps the only one leaping forward, leaping fowards onto its flaming back, running quickly along its frame, just having the time to thrust one of his enchanted blades into the back of what appeared to be the Balrogs head.but the thrust was not enough, as the balrog flapped the giant wings, giving him enough lift to fly and straighten his form, as he lifted into the sky with Cevion hanging onto his blade , his feet dangling in open air, as the beast flapped the wings, climbing ever higher.



High in the air, the Balrog, was perhaps finding breathing differicult, Cevion thought to himslf, not even knowing, if such a being needed to take a breath, for it to exist, but he took heart in that thought, that his brothers blade had bit deep, and resolved his heart, for what he knew he must attempt, knowing perhaps his very life, was forfeit as he used his sword leverage, to swing himself over the top of one of the balrogs giant wings.He caught the top of it, but his armour began to burn with the heat, but knowing his time was short he stabbed his blade deep in the apex of the wing, hoping to strike the power behind those beating appendages.

"For Sílion! ....and for Aulë !!! let his craft bite deep!!!", and pierce deep the blade did, its dwarfven crafted edge glowed blue as it disappeared into the balrogs joining of wing and back, and both the balrog and the elf lifted their voices in what seemed a simultaneous chorus of screams...one silent , the other not.

For those on the ground, the dot in the sky, that was the balrog, started to grow bigger and bigger, till they all worked out what was happening ,as they began to break away from the open ground, scattering in the nearby ground of cover to get themselfs clear.

Wham!....and the earth rocked as the Balrog hit the ground, a concussion wave of earth and flame scattered all around, and all looked up to see the Balrog had hit the floor face down, and a burnt blackened figure clad in elfven mail still attached to its back. Its lifeless form, almost burnt solid ,its non descript face , lifted in a silent scream, as Cevion had died burnt to death, still grasping his weapon deep into the balrogs wing joint. At the fall of its form, many had gathered to see the death of such a being,and as they gathered in a horde surrounding its body, the evil men, seeing the sights scattered to the winds leaving the stronghold of Drugobel to the elves.But the balrogs hand shuddered, moving slowly as in great pain and struggle as it desperately sort for its hammer. Seeing it was still alive, but weak, all those with enchanted weapons unleashed all their hurt and hate on its form, hammering away, cleaving away wings, or limbs, piercing weapons deep into its very being.

The Maia grew redder and redder as the Balrogs limbs ceased moving...and with its form growing ever brighter the men and elfs fled, most escaped the blast as its form exploded, sending a concussive blast of light ,heat& wind across the field, as a maia spirit of darkness had been brought low at such cost, and the defenders of Methed had received their justice .

Glirphen knelt on the field, seeing the awesome sight of a destroyed Balrog disappear into the air, as the elfs and even some men got their feet, collecting what they could, moving into the fortress, with that dragged , limping movement, their bodies pushed to the limits of their endurance. Seeing the sights of near ten score men and elfs fallen to its strenght, and not wondering whether he could go through that again, the elven lord began to weep, and not a few of his companions patted him on the back,with tears in their own eyes, as they moved on forward into the fortress of Drugobel, their objective achieved.



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Thingol sat in the throne room, his eyes once again on the jewel he owned, examining the precious light that lay within, which filled him with hunger and longing, and he wondered if he could find some dwarfs to incorporate it into some jewelry so he could forever wear the jewel. Melian had removed herself to the garden, harsh words had come between them as thingol spent more time with the jewel than his wife, and she feared it possessed him, telling him so.The king had hard words for her, and she departed with words of wisdom, asking him to forsake such a ill gift,it was in this light, that he received news that the Sons of Feanor had sent a messenger , who came before the king asking when he would return their jewel to them.

Thingol could not restrain his fury at hearing such a response, unleashing all of his rage, blaming all of his ills of his people, the loss of his daughter, on the actions of Feanor and his ilk in a blistering outburst. Finally he wrapped up his reply to Feanors clan messenger, that the jewel was his by right, and that he was taking it , in lue of his daughter, that he had sacrificed , for should not he and his people have somesort of treasure , in lue of their troubles?.....Thingol said he though the jewel would be sufficient payment for this debt, much to the messengers chagrin , whose eyes narrowed and outspokenly said, we shall be back, for that was not the answer we were looking for, as he spun on his heels, in great anger before striding from the hall.

The messenger sent from Drugobel looked on from his position at the door to the great hall, observing the harsh words between elfs, as the son of feanor strode past him, the high elfs anger clear ,once he had turned away, clear on his face, turning, his face seem harsh and arrogant, as the high elf departed ,quickly darting out, squeezing past the messenger,as he left. One of the guards at the door , seeing the messengers hesitancy, observed the elf with more careful eye, observing he had one burnt hand covered in a white cloth turned red with blood,his body seemed slumped on one side ,one arm gripping at his chest ,as if his whole frame was either damaged or bruised, and some of his leaf mail had broken scales,asked the messenger if he was going to enter or not.

But the elf, his face, showing his tiredness, pain and sacrifice answered.

"No.....its alright....its nothing important", he said, observing the king again examining the glowing jewel which had taken the rulers attention, as he crumpled the message, he carried into a ball , then his hand unclenched, the message fell to the ground unnoticed, as the elf, turned and limped away.


turn to the falathim
https://www.dropbox.com/s/7da2hkp0m8...im_25.sav?dl=0

[Arrow2daknee]

Will post save with RP tomorrow morning/afternoon

[Arrow2daknee]

The wind blew, flapping Cirdan's cloak as he rode southward at the head of the column. He turned his head, gazing backward at the Elven warriors following him. The remnants of his army. Though defeated, they moved straightly and swiftly, both by night and by day. Thankfully the land that they fared over proved easy to traverse. Their weapons and armor had been rather neglected in their flight, but soon they would be able to rest. Cirdan was leading them to Nargothrond, the halls of Orodreth, and the greatest fortress in western Beleriand. It was there that Cirdan would rally his forces, for Nargothrond was a necessary buffer for his folk; if the city fell, then there would be nothing standing between the havens and the shadow. Once he got there, he and his lords would hold a war council with the lords of Nargothrond where they would plan their actions.

He felt a chill as he thought of his failure at the Pass of Sirion. Brethil had been destroyed and scoured. The most direct route between Doriath and Nargothrond now lay severed and in enemy hands. Many of the reports from his scouts and from the writings he received from the leaders of other nations were bleak. There was another great battle in the north, the Edain and Noldor being smashed. And now the Pass of Sirion was completely open to enemy reinforcements. That would prove disastrous in the long term if they could not retake it.

The Girdle of Melian had proven breachable, and Doriath was pressured from many sides. He had also gotten some . . . strange messages from some of those in Thingol's court. They told tales of Thingol's obsession with one of the infamous Silmarils; that he retreated from his duties to gaze upon the thing for hours. He had little reason to doubt them, for who would lie about such a thing? but still he knew Thingol, and that didn't sound much like him. He worried over the sons of Feanor and their bloody oath. If they knew Thingol had a Silmaril they would do anything to retrieve it, and that could bring bloodshed between the Noldor and the Sindar, blood that the Elvenfolk would need to defeat their enemy.

Still, there was hope. His lands were untouched and unthreatened. The southern forest was cleared of all the filthy creatures that inhabited it, and thus he was free to put all the might of the Falathrim into the struggle. Months ago he had ordered the construction of the greatest ship his folk had ever attempted to make. One that, he hoped, could reach Valinor. Perhaps that was a hopeless venture, but it could prove to be their triumph in the end.

As the sun set in the west Cirdan let his thoughts fade. There was a lot of land yet to cover before he reached Nargothrond. There the true battle would begin yet again.

Gondolin up - https://drive.google.com/file/d/1GYV...ew?usp=sharing

[PeaMan]

Nargothrond up - http://www.mediafire.com/file/srbzyt...nd_25.sav/file

[Turkafinwë]

Nargothrond and the House of Bëor

Distressing news reached Orodreth in Nargothrond that the mighty dragon Glaurung had taken abode on Amon Rudh. Accompanied by a large host of orcs and other foul creatures Morgoth's Serpent was in striking distance of Felagund's Halls. Orodreth called for all Elves to retreat to the Underground City. Orodreth hoped to keep his abode a secret for Morgoth knew not exactly where Finrod's fortress lay. From the shadows the King hoped to continue his guerillia war against Morgoth's forces.

Meanwhile in the north, a band of Bëor's Men had gathered and struck at the lightly defended settlement of Eithel Teiglin, guarding the pass to Hithlum. The Orcs hadn't even bothered to repair the walls that protected the small settlement. A hundred or so Orcs were left to guard the place and they lay drunk of their victory shielding their eyes from the midday sun, the most terrible time of day for these vagabonds. It was at noon that Redemund and his men struck and ousted the Orc filth. Redemund decided to stick to this place and use it as his base of operations. The pass between Hithlum and Nargothrond was open once more.



Dwarves up: http://www.mediafire.com/file/v5maju...es_25.sav/file

[Janglenator]

The Dwarves continue fighting for there homeland, removing one of Gorgoths supporting

https://1drv.ms/u/s!AmqmcR2Uc_FfnEY7...gUcF8?e=PsFOxr


Laegrim Up : https://1drv.ms/u/s!AmqmcR2Uc_FfnEcQ...1-19U?e=99i3q6

[franciscosousa]

https://discord.com/channels/4102036...27880418623509
https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachmen...edeloth_26.sav

Not much happened this turn as the elven leak their wounds.... a rebel city was taken, attacks against the humans seem unlikely, and surprises comes from the mountains, where a city that belong to the drawves have turned rebels and Belegost fortress is under siege by an unkown army.... the fact that it seems that the drawves dont have the mountains under control places fear into the elves whom just had their whole land bruned... little by little and with a weak yet positive economy, they build the lands up and prepare an army for future campaigns

[Captain Melon]

Save sent to Eternus on discord.

[General Dragon.]

Fingolfin up!
https://www.sendspace.com/file/xxcgvf

The Dwarves of Khazad ai-Belegost were driven by their frenzy to reclaim their lost halls, supported by their brethrens from the Dwarven Kingdom of Nogrod. Their long standing siege planning gave them a major success, as their armies managed to carve out new tunnels and suprised a large host of dragons and drakes in their sleep, slaughtering dozens of them and pushing the rest far away. However in their eagerness to reclaim their halls, with some of the dragons survived, they alarmed their other brethrens, that were sleeping not so far aswell and soon, the proud and cheerful dwarven forces faced off another large host of Glaurung's brood and a bloody fight errupted, which ended with the dwarves being defeated once again. Moreover the surviving blood line of the Belegost Kingdom in the confusion retreated back in a wrong tunnel, with what loyal soldiers they still had and ultimately sealed their own fate, as they now being trapped and surrounded, the children of Glaurung smelled the great prey and showed no mercy.
After the last onslaught no one survived and the clans, dwarves of Belegost now remained no more. (The faction got destroyed)

https://imgur.com/KzMJx9w
https://imgur.com/vD23qnZ

[Adanedhel]

Feanor: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1G4l...ew?usp=sharing

[Isenbard]

Doriath: https://1drv.ms/u/s!AiWJ2Nmu_LjIhW1e...yj9O2?e=vW6vs8

Remnants of House Bór reside now in Caras Amrun, rebuilding and repopulating.
The Elves of Ossiriand have been depleted by their wars against the Shadow in the South, and are unable to aid their human allies against the turncoats of Ulfgang. Only a combined effort of Men and Elves could have brought the traitors down and therefore the war can not continue anymore.

The Green Elf allies have some time to prepare, but it might be too late, since the dragons have beaten the Dwarves yet again in the mountains. The only thing standing against Men and destruction is their Elven ally, and the ordinary folk and soldier alike fear that nothing can stop their doom.

[paladinbob123]

The main worry to the elves of Doriath at this point in time, was Glaurung and the forces following the dragon ,which had previous taken Amon Rudh, but there was more than some relief from the provinces and people of Doriath when the dragon and its following forces ,disappeared from view. Scouts were set out but it reported with some happyness that it didnt the dragon was not within sight, this of course could mean dire news to neighbouring kingdoms but there was little that could be done.

The forces in Drugobel under the command of Lord Glirphen received no orders from King Thingol of what to do at all, and sent scouts out to the previous House Haldad settlements , which found most of them lightly garrisoned with forces of the shadow and vulnerable. Scouts also reported a very small band of elite units which had been heavily depleted forces dragging the remnants of a catapalt crew ever northwards, but Glirphen was little worried about the presence of this force ,which tried to hide within the forest, easily spotted by the elfven scouts.

Being a elf of Doriath , Glirphen had been much removed from the world of men, but seeing depth of their suffering , and the fouling of their dominions under orcish control , upset him, greatly , as the reports from the elven scouts , had orcs and other foul things, killing , maiming , and torturing the settlers of men, that didnt have time to make it out of their settlements in time and retreat to the south. Buildings had been torn down or burnt, crops had been despoiled, and orc bands roamed the lands at will , destroying , and breaking things , that had taken years to make from human hands. Lord Glirphen's right eyebrow began to twitch , with the annoyance of such creatures and their efforts, and after recovering himself , at the hands of defeating a Balrog, the news of such destruction at the hands of evil men, and orcs , was too much to bear, when he could do something about it. Calling over , two of his commanders, Arandorion , who was a tall slender elf, who had a affinity for horses, who had taken over command of the Elves cavalry forces, and Taurhassdorien , a minor captain who was a commander of one of the kingguard, abet a minor member of the command structure, but the only one of rank available to take command of the experienced troops. Plans were drawup and discussed over ,which took several days , whilst the elfven troops made good some rough defences at Drugobel.



Lord Glirphen knew that Drugobel and the western provinces could'nt be held against the darkness if they made a determined effort in these quarters but he was loath to leave men and their ilk suffering under the bondship of orcs and others. There was also the dead of house haldad which was still laying out in the open from the many battles made as they fought to hold health and home, and many of those bodies still lay out in the open , spoiling in the air, those that hadnt had been eaten , which needed a proper burial , a burial that as they were due as honourable men. The plans finally agreed on was that Arandorion would take the elven cavalry, breakout of the forest of Brethil , until he reached the river Sirion , the follow it northwesterly , crossing it , securing the crossing at Brithiach, and the nearby settlement, perhaps securing, a line of communication with the forces of Gondolin, if that was indeed possible , for many didnt know if the forces and lands of Gondolin still stood for many didnt even know its exact location, but most had rumours of it being in that area[or at least they hoped], or whether they had been erased by the forces of darkness. If they did exist, then communication with the King of Gondolin and his valiant forces, would be a significant step forward, which would ease the worry of many.

The other force was to head westwards, lead by Taurhassdorien, who commanding the remnants of his kings guard, would have a additional company of rangers, and the remainder of those brave men of Haldad, who had helped against the Balrog, who were still determined to have their pound of flesh from the orcs , and others that had spoiled their lands. They would be invaluable , particularly in adding in guiding the elven troops, and helping in the forest movement to the west, although perhaps, as Glirphen mused they wouldnt be as good as a doriath elf in fighting in the forest, they still had their uses.

The remainder of the forces would stay at Drugobel , and if both strikes succeeded perhaps a quick strike could be made against the main settlement of the region , Obel Halad, that would be....if reinforcements from the shadow remained absent. Lord Glirphen kept a the last company of kings guard under his own personal command, to keep this base secure as his centre of operations. Both elven peoples of the taskforces, exchanged words, as fellow elfs , friends and relatives made , their farewells , before both battlegroups disappeared into the forest of Brethil silencly becoming one with the forest, but for Glirphen his work was still not done, for even thou he hoped to spare some of the human people of their suffering , perhaps Drugobel could be made secure and returned to its rightful owners, and a message was made, to send to the king for more troops to fortify his position.

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Arandorion's force took a slow route, northeasterly though the forest, avoiding most of the dense trees areas, it was vital for his forces to make the rough tracks or road , that lay on the edge of the forest, for it was there, that his taskforce, could really pickup speed with the horses he had. The horse neighed nervously , in this forest, and the elf patted it comfortably on the neck ,the horse shivered with joy and delight, that the elf was with him, in such a dark place. For it was still a dark place, but for patches of light, were the light broke though the treetops .Days it took for the riders to clear the forest, for they had too much respect for their horses to push them ,where the footing and path was difficult, particularly when a bad fall, could kill or maim one of their mounts, or some would say friends.

Once clear of the forest, things moved much quicker as both elf and riders, took some glee in riding free in the daylight, both mounts and horses breathing in the air, happy at the speed and wind in their hair. It was all over far too soon , that they reached the ford, and settlement of Brithiach was in sight. A elven spy had sneaked within the settlement , but little help would be required in getting within its poorly maintained walls, and indeed their arrival , had been spotted by some of the orcs on the other bank of the river, as they called out to each other ,forming up a small company of orcish archer battalion to cover the river crossing [unbeknown to Arandorion this was indeed the only garrison in the area].

The four small companies of elven riders, formed up in a rough column on the southern bank, as the orcish troops shouted names of ill repute at the elves from the northern bank, positioning themself on the upper part of the river bank, giving them a good field of fire, to any making a crossing differicult, but Anandorion would not be daunted in his task, commanding the charge. Elven horns blew , and the crisp note rang across the valley , making more than one orc look around in fear, at the echoing noises repeated around the river valley.



Most of the riders were light cavalry with more bows than hand weapons, except for of course, the one heavy calvary section that had enchanted swords, but exhortation and hate of their foe, driving them , they urged their mounts into the river crossing, urging them to push though the river quickly. Orcish bows were raised and black uneven arrows unleased, some found their marks, and the occasional horse, was hit, some fell dropping riders, other mounts fell , to unlucky shots that had killed either their riders or mounts instantly, but the main bulk of the forces pushed past, this and the next rain of arrows.



When they had mounted the northern bank of the river, Arandorion rode to the fore of the column of elven riders, and raised high the banner of the doriath people .

"Nor- hain dad! Baw mercui na i gwathren!" {Ride them down! No mercy to the shadow!} , he cried, before drawing lowering the banner, as the elfven riders rode deep into the orcish archer line, the first of the orcs being impaled on the banner carried by Arandorion , as he quickly dropped the banner , yelling for his comrages to cutdown the enemy in front of them and drew his sword .

The other riders plowed into the orcs, with the heavier cavalry making the biggest impact, as they slashed left and right, with their large swords, and more than a few score orcs dropped in just their initial charge. The rest of the cavalry proved perhaps less deadly, but it was more their numbers of horse ,than their weapons that made the difference, for the orcish archers, it seemed as if a tide of elvish rides were upon them. Those closest to the heavier cavalry seeing their comrades perish began to flee, and the rest seeing their fellows flee, dropped weapons and joined them in flight. It was here , truly that the elvish light cavalry ran amok, as there was no escape for orcs without weapons, whilst a elven bowman on horseback pursued them, and within the hour, the orcish garrison was completely destroyed, and the settlement made secure. Messages were sent northwards in the hope of finding that the elfs of Gondolin still existed, that they would find their messangers and that hope remained. , whilst the burial of the men of haldad was started, and any of those men or their families that wished transport were given escort to move to the south, with important belongings.



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The gates overlooking the small wooden fortress stood close to the river, which was a deep river gorge with steep banks, it had been named Cabed en Aras by some, but the gate was still shut ,but it was revealed by the elven spy that it fortress it protected had been populated by small groups of men , who belonged to shadow, acting as bandits preying on all who were nearby. The spy reported that he had tinkered with the lock of the gate , and that it would'nt hold against a stiff push. Taurhassdorien was not known for speaking much ,nor for drawn out plans, and so lead the charge of the kings guard into the fort, were they broke open the gate, with the help of the rangers and men of haldad tore into the bandits and ruffins within .

Perhaps things would have fared better for the elves if the fort had another exit , but with the deep river gorge to their rear, and the only entrance, filled with elven troops and furious angry men, the bandits and ruffins, fought like trapped rats. With little hope of escape, the men of shadow, retreated to whatever buildings or structure available, fighting behind doorways and passageways, making things difficult for the skilled kingsguard, which negated their precious javelins and their skilled swordsmanship skills. Within hours the settlement had been cleared ,but the kingsguard had paid with their pride, taking scores of casualties in the effort.

The price had been paid , but the promise of escape , and honour of the people of Haldad , was secure, as men , were honourably buried , and any men , women or children of haldad that remained were given escorted passage to the east, on the long road to join their kin, with whatever, precious treasures they could carry.



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The spiderkin chittered quckly in the shadow hidden in some overgrown trees, just a few leagues short of the entrance gates of menegroth , observing the smithingworks , as the elfven garrison was being reinforced, recovering from its effort to effect events in the south and east. In the fields outside, the caves, elven troops trained in the daylight, as the call for more and more , troops and elfves under arms, was needed, to bring the elfven army up to full strenght again. This was important news indeed, thought the spider-kin and it chittered again to itself , before making to turn around and disappear into the forest.

Cthahunk! was the noise of the elven blade, as it slammed down deep into the top of spiderkins head, pushing its head deep into the dirt, its legs relaxed , as the creature lost all responses in death. The light of life, within its many eyes withered ,disappeared and the blade now glowing blue was withdraw with a flourish , spilling greenish ichor , around unto the nearby trees as the elven assassin spun the sword, as it flickered high in the air, cleaning the blade with the motion, before he sheathed it into his scabbard.

These spiderkin keep getting deeper and deeper within our terrority , their numbers keep growing ,he noted to himself, and made a mental note to pass on such information to the authorities in Menegroth, for they would be sure to know the depth of the shadows reach in these dark days.




Turn to the falathrim
https://www.dropbox.com/s/je0o40b6x0...im_26.sav?dl=0

[Arrow2daknee]

Cirdan and his beleaguered forces arrived in Nargothrond to quite a sight. Thousands of Elven warriors were stationed within the city and among the hills outside. Many of these troops bore his banner; it seemed Lord Faeron had arrived with his southern army, as Cirdan had ordered. Cirdan left his forces in one of these camps to rest, while he entered the city itself. He was welcomed with honor by the Lords of Nargothrond, but they quickly shuffled him into the ongoing war council. There were many Lords gathered around, mostly from Nargothrond, but a some were Cirdan's folk, and there were even a few of the Edain. King Orodreth with his bright blond hair spoke softly, welcoming Lord Cirdan, and explaining the situation facing them.

The dragon Glaurung had come down from the northeastern hills again with his horde of drakes. The Elves had been hoping that the dragon would have been content looting the ruins in the hills, but he seemed to have his sights on the Elven cities. The horde rampaged across the plains, destroying everything in its wake. The Lords were split, some believing that the enemy had discovered the location of the city, while others believed that the dragon was simply going to other cities. Either way, the enemy was close, and battle seemed an ever-increasing certainty.

After the long war council Lord Faeron met with Cirdan, and handed him command of the entire Falathrim force in the area. Later yet, after the sun was set, King Orodreth invited Cirdan to a private meeting. Servants served wine and they spoke on a high balcony, the moonlight the only illumination.

"You have seen the dragon before, Cirdan," Orodreth said. "Tell me, is the beast as great as the tales say?"

"It's even worse," Cirdan replied, setting down his wineglass. "To be truthful, it seems invincible."

"Then why are you here--with your warriors?" the King asked. "If the thing cannot be slain, then why fight with us?"

"Because fighting is our only hope. And if Nargothrond falls, my people shall with it, in time."

Orodreth nodded, and stood. "Yes . . . Yes! We will fight together! Sindar and Noldor and Edain . . . To the end."

"To the end," Cirdan said strongly. The two Lords shook hands, sealing a bond of fellowship. The Elves would fight until the end!

Gondolin up - https://drive.google.com/file/d/1yUD...ew?usp=sharing

[PeaMan]

Nargothrond up - http://www.mediafire.com/file/dptd1p...nd_26.sav/file

[Turkafinwë]

Nargothrond and the House of Bëor

The city was abuzz with activity, citizens stocking provisions and preparing for an exodus towards the lands of the Falathrim. The city would only be populated by it's defenders. Every hour new scout reports were brought to the ever waking war council of Orodreth. In the room where seated the nobles of Nargothrond and Círdan and the commanders of the Falathrim. Orodreth looked for counsel most to Círdan for he was old and wise in the ways of the world. Though he did not know much of the defense of an underground fortress, having lived most of his years near the sea, his experience of war against the Orcs was a welcome addition as well as his calm presence. The Nargothrondrim were anxious and Orodreth was no exception. He saw the downfall of his Kingdom and the fall of the Noldor. Opinions were divided on the strategy they should take. It was growing ever more clear that Glaurung was coming straight for them. How the Dragon knew the location of the Hidden City nobody knew. It didn't matter anymore. The foolhardy suggested to meet Glaurung and his army of drakes on the Talath Dírnen. Those who preferred the safety of Nargothrond were called cowards by the former and both parties would've clashed where it not for Círdan and the Falathrim. Círdan said the fortress was their best hope against the Dragon. The calm and steadfast Lord of the Sea had pinned the bickering nobles with his gaze until they had calmed down. Orodreth was very grateful for the Falathrim's support. Together they might be able to send the foul fiend running back to Angband.

Dwarves up: http://www.mediafire.com/file/hjwzlb...es_26.sav/file

[Jadli]

reminder sent

[Isenbard]

Another reminder sent. Aûle would not be pleased

[Jadli]

Sorry, should have subbed sooner... Laegrim up! https://www.mediafire.com/file/19lje...im_26.sav/file

[franciscosousa]

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The Souther Elves keep on their push in the north.

This turn 2 cities were captured. One by 3 generals, one was already close by, and the other 2 manage to get there. Unfortunetly no troop support had enough range. Luckly for the 3 generals the city was poorly defended. Even though the walls were destroied- which they are now built- a spy manage to get in.

The other castle, although with a low number of troops, were heavy skilled warriors, a spy was able to enter the city and open the gates for the elven forces, which nor consist mainly of woodland hunters, whom, sill wondered the plains, scare of the forces of the evil, as they have previously lost those same lands, the elven faction leader inspired them to join the army and reclaim the city of the men, which will now remain under elven protection for its save keeping. Unfortunetly this attack cost the lives of many warriors.

The rest of the lands are still healing. some cities have poor public order, and rumours have it there are enemy spies isnide. a new spy will be trainned to cast away those spies inside. hope is that the spy will be leveled enough to do so.

And enemy spy was also spotted, and killed