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Chapter 48 Crash! The tower crumbled as the huge stone destroyed its foundations. A man fell screaming through the air. Angrod flinched. Another stone flung by a catapult shattered the wall next to the dwarf and he dove to the side. Landing on the still firm wall, Angrod stood and motioned at the archers. A volley of arrows flew through the gap in the wall and struck at the enemy’s vanguard. As the soldiers faltered, Angrod anxiously strained his eyes to the west. And there it was! Thundering towards the enemy’s flank was a line of elven horsemen led by Lord Sky’s general. As the soldiers opposite Angrod adjusted to face the cavalry, the ground began to shake. A thousand berserk trolls rushed through the gap in the wall and swung their maces at the troops below them. Suddenly, in the midst of the battle, thunder rumbled on the horizon and a flash of flame lit the sky. Closing his eyes, Angrod spit on the ground. Someone had cast the spell Armageddon. It had only been cast a few times in history and only in the middle of great wars. The spell was used when a great magician died and its result was a massive catastrophe that swept the earth. Only a few people would survive. Growling in anger and cursing, Angrod climbed down the pile of rubble next to him. As he reached the ground, the earth split and half his archers fell into the crevice. Cursing the enemy magicians with every word he knew, Angrod signaled the rest of his warriors. Forward! We must stop them now at the gap! For the Noldor! Rushing forward, the dwarves dropped their bows and unsheathed their swords. Angrod glanced to the left and saw Corothius following his example. Time seemed to slow as the warrior’s neared each other and Angrod’s vision blurred. Then, the armies clashed and all hell broke loose. | ||||
okay, i'm back...sorry about the long wait...i hope you still read this :)
Chapter 49 Hacking, hewing, stabbing, slashing. Blood splattered on the face of a dead dwarf. Screaming, roaring, groaning, wailing. A body rolled to the ground. The sun set over a blood-bathed city. Angrod stumbled, hacking his way through the wounded orcs. An arrow thudded into his shin, and the dwarf gasped as metal hit bone. Shuddering, he dropped his blood-slathered sword and rolled into the dirt. The group of commanders stood in the half-destroyed hall. Surrounded by the enemy, they raised their weapons. Of the six that had met in the guardhouse, there were now only three. Zump had been torn apart by a nazgul, Corothius had been taken by a spear in the back, and the younger dwarf, Angrod, had disappeared. Now it was only Jasmina, Sky, and Dethos. We will never surrender. Even if you kill us here and our blood drains over our halls, Odyssey will never fall, Jasmina yelled at the attackers. She turned to Sky and murmured quietly, get out. Go and warn our subjects. You will now be the leader of Odyssey. Sky shook his head. I won’t desert you, my lady. I’m sure a messenger escaped in time. They won’t be surprised. Jasmina chuckled. But who will lead them? If you are captured, they may spare you. But if I am captured, they will cut my throat. Now go! Sky swallowed and nodded. I will cover your back, Jasmina whispered. As soon as we attack, run through the large doors. To the left are some stables. I’m sure there are a few horses there. Jasmina turned, and laughing, sprinted toward the enemy. As Sky loped out the doors, he heard the sounds of battle behind him. Jasmina lay on the ground, two gashes across her chest. Dethos was next to her, but he no longer breathed. A fist slammed into Jasmina’s cheek. Alright, now tell us who you are! Jasmina sat a minute, then gritted her teeth and spoke. I am Lady Jasmina, current leader of Odyssey. A dagger slid from its sheath, and seconds later, blood gushed from her throat.
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i'll try to start writing regularly again
Chapter 50 A lonely rider galloped up the street. The horseshoes clattered on the brick as the elf leaned closer on his steed, urging it forward. Navigating by moonlight, the messenger turned along the streets, nearing the center of the city. As he pulled up in front of the gates, a few guards stepped forward. The elf on the horse motioned wearily and mumbled something. The guards turned and opened the gates as Sky slipped off his horse and stumbled inside. A dwarf strode forward to greet him, and they engaged in a few minutes of quiet conversation. Then the dwarf sighed and turned. Send a message to the rest of the kingdom, he said to a scholarly dwarf standing near him. Tell them that Dugren Newi has fallen. Our enemies are now free in our kingdom. We must organize a line of defense to stop them. Go. The troops marched. Through the city, over the hills, trampling, burning, and destroying anything in their way. Peasants fled from them as they advanced and neared the warrior’s of Odyssey. A lone dwarf stumbled through the city, looking through the bodies. Tears and blood mingled on his face as he searched the city. As he shifted a body, he gasped and reached down. Angrod, it’s me Maedhros! There was no reply. Sir, please, talk to me! Still no answer. Then Meadhros saw it: three huge holes in Angrod’s side and belly. It was the work of a nazgul beast. Maedhros shuddered and dropped the body. But as he turned, a sword plunged into his back and he fell on top of the dead dwarf. As his vision faded, he saw a troll standing over him, laughing.
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wow... heavy and un-seen ending. Good. :) | ||||
It’s actually not over yet, Manwe still has to die J I’ve said too much | ||||
Chapter 51 The thunder of hooves warned the inhabitants of Salvation of the enemy’s approach. Within minutes, a legion of horsemen had surrounded the city, and a mass of infantry was cresting the hill. Frightened, the dwarven peasants raced through the streets: to their homes, to the palace, to the House of Nobles, anywhere; they ran to escape the fear that haunted them. Manwe, followed by his guards, struggled through the torrent of people. Finally, they arrived at the gates, but as they came to a stop, the wooden doors collapsed under a battering ram. In seconds, a swarm of orcs had rushed through the gap, and the dwarves hastened to the guard tower. As the last soldier ran through the doorway and the latch fell, a group of orcs began hacking at the door. Looking around, Manwe saw that none could survive; they were trapped by a superior force. Then, drawing his sword, the king lifted the latch. An orc, carried by his own momentum, crashed through the open door and was immediately stabbed to death. But the rest of the orcs were ready now. Hurling themselves at the defenders, they attempted to cut the dwarves to pieces. But the swords of the dwarves were active: blood splattered, limbs flew, and by the time the orcs pulled back, a score of them lay dead on the floor. Yet the dwarves were barely encouraged, for they had lost five of their own number. Then the orcs began again, and the dwarves again tried to stem the tide of the orcish warriors. By sundown, the dwarves had dwindled to seven, but the advance of the orcs still seemed to be unending. Across the city, a few small pockets of resistance battled for survival. But the orcs kept coming, and the dwarves slowly weakened. By sunrise, it all would’ve been over, except for a strange visitor that united the dwarves. Sky lopped off the orc’s head with a smooth swift motion, and then turned to gore another with his sword. Raising his arm, he motioned to the dwarves, and together, they broke into a run. Judging from the sounds, the battle would be just up the street and to the left, thought Sky. God forbid we get there too late. | ||||
Chapter 52 Leaping from the roof, Sky landed, crouching in the middle of the street. In front of him, a mass of orcs were assaulting the guardhouse. Waving to his dwarves, the elf threw himself into the orcs, catching them by surprise. As the dwarves attacked the orcs from behind, they threw their enemy into confusion. But their advantage would not last long. As the orcs fought, their numbers slowly overwhelmed the resistance. Inside the guardhouse, Manwe was fighting for his life, when the orcs suddenly pulled back. stepping out of the building, Manwe saw the orcs battling a group of dwarves and an elf. Encouraged by this turn of the events, the dwarves attacked the orcs, hoping to be united with the others. Within a quarter of an hour, the two groups of dwarves were united, but by now, their numbers had dwindled to less than a score. And attacking them were over ten score orcs. As the sun set, the orcs finally pulled back, astounded by the ferocity and skill of their opponents. The dwarves had lost half their warriors, but for every dwarf that fell, ten orcs died. And yet, the orcish horde did not seem to shrink in size, instead, it grew. For as the hours passed, the orcs grew more numerous, until they filled the streets. Meanwhile, the dwarves talked amongst themselves, forming a plan of survival. For if they did not survive, what would happen to the Noldor? | ||||
Chapter 53 One by one, the dwarves fell, until only Manwe and Sky still stood, surrounded by a circle of foes. But as the orcs prepared for the final assault, a sharp voice rang out. Leave them fools! You know they are wanted alive. Ar loj kvupl! A strong force gripped Manwe and Sky, and in seconds, they were in a deep, dreamless sleep. Get up, dwarf! A gnarled hand slammed into Manwe’s face and he leaped up. Next to him was Sky, and they were both chained to a wall. In front of Manwe was Sir Engudem, an orc general. A few shamans and guards also waited, watching the dwarf. We wanted you to be awake when we started to torture you. Engudem chuckled. Manwe snarled, and looked over at Sky, who was just waking up from the enchanted sleep. As Engudem picked up a knife, Sky and Manwe made eye contact and Sky nodded. But as Manwe turned to face the orcs, the knife was plunged into his belly. Gasping, Manwe saw his blood spilling onto the floor as Engudem ripped the knife sideways. Groaning, Manwe sagged and yelled in a ho*beep* voice. DO IT NOW! Sky lifted his face and muttered a few words. Suddenly, a breath of wind stirred through the room, and time slowed. An eerie silence filled the air, and Engudem shivered. Then, the city erupted into an inferno of flames. | ||||
And so, the last king of the Noldor perished, and the League of Odyssey was broken...and evil was released in the land. | ||||
... [crying]... Wow. That's all I can say. Wow. Good job, Manwe. | ||||
thank you! | ||||
Three eras of writing? or was it four? | ||||
4 i think | ||||
That is still alot of writing. Good job, my friend. | ||||
Double spaced and many posts ofc ;) Anyways, good work. | ||||
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