Re: [Dagor Silmarillion - First Age] Quenta Silmarillion (Roleplay Hotseat)
The season started late, with the celebrations in the forest cut shot with the sons of feanor murdering the southern guards of the forest of doriath,onwards they came forward, in a great mass of troops in long column of elfs. Once they started to move near the centre of the forest, they forted up , cutting down the old woods of the forest, cutting and sawing trees that had seen the creation of the world, shaping them into lumber, for use in the construction of their defences. To the east, almost as if the hand of misfortune, Morgoth, had commanded such things to happen at the same time, the spiders to the north mounted a new attack on the eastern guards of the forest, their great horde of spiders again rebuilt from the various eggs that had hatched in the past, to make good their losses from the last such attack.
In the far northwest, the limited sindar action , retook the old settlement of Obel Halad with a single company of Forest wardens , who found its walls deserted of orcs, which its was later found with some scouts that all orcs forces had begun to concentrate north of the forest of brethil, but concurrently the spy reported that their forces lacked artillery , so they were perhaps awaiting such things from the north? As for Mablung he kept what forces he had back, knowing from the reports from Doriath that the reinforcements he requested , would be delayed as the main forest was being assaulted in multiple places.
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Back at Menegroth, King Thingol's temper rose up quickly, the silmaril jewel surprisingly put aside, perhaps because of his greater contempt/anger for the leader of the Sons of feanor forces, being Curufin and his elder brother Carathir[5th and 4th sons of Feanor respectively] . Curufin he had particular anger for, for the tales of his capture of his daughter ,the attack on his daughter and killing of beren was known to him. He rose from his throne , called for his armour and his sword [and battle axe] and moved to a side room to dress and make ready. It was there that Melian found him , speaking to him in gentle words , of wisdom and hope , with the effect of cooling his temper . With wise words, Melian spoke asking him to move against the spiders, for he had no anger against them, just frustration and it would be better for him[and the kingdom] if Curufin and his brother were to be slain, then it best be slain by others and not the king of this land, and it not done, with bitterness in his heart.
Thingol sat down and began to calm his thoughts, Melians words reaching the point of his soul where , her words began to make sense to him , he took a great breath and sighed , nodding his head in agreement, the spell of the Silmaril briefly broken, he called for a nearby commander ,Ovorion to take over the defensive forces to deal with the noldor elfs to the south, where-as he would personally deal with the spider-kin from the east. Equally he reluctantly under Melians advisement to hand over the Silmaril , for it would be wise not to risk it in battle , but he did ask Melian to have it mounted in the dwarfven medallion , which would then be kept in a crystal box in his room , to be bought out during visits of statecraft.
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Forces from within the centre of the forest of Doriath moved out in steams of troops from rough settlements thoughtout the land,which began to combine into 2 firm columns of troops, one heading south and one heading eastwards , the southern force under Ovorion , sent a message to one of the southern forest guards to leave their post and join in the general attack on the Sons of Feanor camp. Ballista based in the capital was sent to join this force, to form the hammer which to break the walls and make the assault successful and to negate the power of their wooden walls.
Ovorion arrived at the Curufin fort, within a few days, and awaited the arrival of the force from the south[the border guard] whilst he sighted the ballista and positioned some of his elven forces in the forest to the east and west of the fort whilst making making final preparations for the assault. There was some negotiations from the fort, as the noldor sent emissaries out, again to ask return of the jewel , but Ovorion was not in the mood for talking, after the border guard had been slain lasy season, and sent them packing, back into the fort, to await their fate.
The battle started the next day, with the ballista making short work of the gates, and some of the walls, and it became a battle for skirmish as each side began bowfire, but with the sindar having the obvious advantage in this location and environment. Ovorion had no rush to attack , and enjoyed the skirmish advantage for a couple of days, with the surety that his greater numbers and skilled bowmen would prevail, but on the third day, the Noldor changed tactics, sending fire arrows into the trees to either side of the fort, with forest fires breaking out, forced into a situation with nothing to lose.
Smoke and fire filled the battleground and even in some parts , the fire began to reach the fort, and both sides of the attack, spent sometime controlling fires in dangerous areas, but Ovorion knew this chaos could not continue for fear, that in another attack of fire and smoke, that the noldor might escape in the chaos they created, so ordered the assault on the fort. With a real mixedselection of troops of heavy swordsmen, kings guard, to the lesser doriath warriors with their axes, the sindan spearmen, and various archer groups, on they came , storming the breachpoints at the gate, and the holes in the walls.
It was their , that the Noldor met them , and made a good account of themselfs, despite various injuries on many ,due to arrow-wounds from earlier, the battle surged back and forth for half a hour, as both sides struggled over this most critical of fighting points and it was only at this moment, when the sindar elfs in the forests, had finished putting out the fires, came in from the flanks , climbing the walls, on the sides of the fort, and then started to provide devastating firepower from the walls. Carathir sent some troopers from the holding the gaps in the walls, to storm and control the sidewalls, but the damage had been done, with the shock and extra losses, the overwhelming forces of the sindar pushed the Noldor back in the centre of the fort, where only the most heavily armoured and skilled swordsmen, formed a small circle in the courtyard , as the sindar finished of the noldor sent to the walls, and surrounded the Noldor force.
Curufin shouted out, his name and ancestry , and then begin to put forth a speech justifying his position ,to maybe to either curse or negotiate with the sindar, but Ovorion was having none of it, and raised his arm, and moved it downwards, with the nearby bowmen, unleashing shaft after shaft on the cornered noldor cutting all of them down in a overwhelming firestorm of arrows.
Curufin and Carathir were found in the circle of dead bodies holding hands, and it was only then, that some of the sindar found some feelings of sympathy for the cursed family, building a small tomb, near the fort which tended to be smothered in the autumn leaves but be forgotten into the ages, lastly with the spot was named in the location of the fort,as "Curufin emel aeg" or the spot where Curufins heart fell.
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Thingol on the otherhand raced eastwards , collecting and combining the forces that had been sent in this direction into one large cohesive force, arriving at the eastern border, in surprising good time, in a day or two. He had the fortune to have the half army of elven horsemen, that most of his advisors had been advising him to promote, thinking the speed of their reaction , was critical to the borders survival, and it was mere chance that it had returned for rest and refit , when the call for arms came.
Thingol took control of the otherhalf of the army , a hodgepotch of doriath warriors, armoured swordsmen, kingsguard and forest wardens, bringing them to reinforce the beleaguered elven outpost of the border, bringing a heavier and more numerous force, to make a anvil for the army of spiders to fight against. Thingols banner was bought to the fore, and elven horns and drums were sounded, attracting the enemy commander, a spider calling itself Kruk, to launch a full attack in the hope of killing the elfven king and making somesort of revenge, for its kin. For ten minutes the outnumbered elven force, held, talking more than a few casualties, until they herd the sound of another elven horn , getting louder and louder from the forest behind the spiders. More than a few spiders began to falter in the attack, at the new sound, with some disengaging, making themself ready for action against a new foe.
A great thunder was heard, ever moving closer now, the horn getting louder, as the elven cavalry broke from the tree line, at a slight trot, reforming into a roughline, before at the sound of another elven horn blast, to them charging at full tilt against the spiderkin. There was a palpable crunch and smash of collision , as the elven riders hit the back and flank of the spidersline of combat, with some riders riding thorough and onwards biting ever deeper into the spidersline, other riders, fell afoul of the giant spiders , their mounts failing or falling head over heels, against the bodies against them. In either case, the spidersline of fighting, collapsing with some of those spiders with the awareness to have pulled out of combat fleeing against this newest and most painful of attacks.
Thingol rubbed his chin , considering this new arm of attack , not entirely convinced of their capabilities , yes the spider threat to the east, had been broken but at fully a cost of half the riders force, such a force, was a knife made of glass, he thought to himself, capable of doing much damage, but only being a one shot weapon. At the victory some forces were sent back to the centre of the forest, back to the capital to spread the word, of victory, whilst others made camp , Thingol himself, slept, a little better, finally somewhat away from the influence of the Silmaril.
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