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Situation: The company has been surrounded by four undead and a witch who has other ideas

Combat Advantage dice:
• Arbogast 1/1d

Situation Modifiers:
• The Company has Initiative, as they are defending
• while in this place, and while the lamp is held aloft - ALL PC's will get a bonus 1d success die to any Wisdom or Valour saves.
• All PC's who suffer weariness from fatigue may ignore it for the next 4 rounds - this does not include weariness from lost Endurance (Arbogast)

Physical Modifiers (complications):
• none

PC/NPC		PARRY :+~:		ARMOUR :<>:		HOPE :vv:		END :<3:		STANCE
Arbogast Esgalwen Grimbeorn Morirúsë	• • • •	6 (shield +3) 6/9 [skirmisher] (shield n/a) 6/9 [giant strength] (shield +4) 6 (shield n/a)	• • • •	2d (helm +1) 1d (helm n/a) 2d (helm n/a) 4d+3 (helm n/a)	• • • •	10/16 10/12 7/12 10/10	• • • •	14/26 WEARY 27/27 18/31 28/28 WEARY	• • • •	Defensive Open Defensive Open

ENEMY		PARRY		ARMOUR		HATE		END	NOTES
Fell wraith 1 Fell wraith 2 Fell wraith 3 Fell wraith 4 Fyndylsnitch	• • • • •	5+2 (shield) 5+2 (shield) 5 5 5	• • • • •	2d 2d 2d 2d 1d	• • • • •	3/6 3/6 0/6 4/6 4/9	• • • • •	8/35 35/35 00/35 DEAD 25/35 15/32 WOUNDED	• Morirúsë • Grimbeorn • Esgalwen attacks this wraith • Arbogast • tbd

STANCES

Forward - action order 1 Close combat TN 6+ parry Forward Stance maneuvers (http://rpg.avioc.org/webimages/lotr/tor/forward.jpg)

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Open - action order 2 Close combat TN 9+ parry Open Stance maneuvers (http://rpg.avioc.org/webimages/lotr/tor/open.jpg)

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Defensive - action order 3 Close combat TN 12+ parry Defensive Stance maneuvers (http://rpg.avioc.org/webimages/lotr/tor/defense.jpg)

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Rearward - action order 4 Ranged combat Must be 2 other PC's in Close Combat May not use if outnumbered 2:1 TN 12+ parry Rearward Stance maneuvers (http://rpg.avioc.org/webimages/lotr/tor/rear.jpg)

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From any Stance Escape combat Must start in Rearward or roll TN 10 + highest attribute level of opponents Athletics roll. On success, may safely flee from the scene of combat

The heroes feel the cold of fear hang within the courtyard, but their hearts remain strong in the light of the lamp.

Esgalwen pulls her sword free from the dead man's hand, and brings it around in a sweeping arc.

Even as her weapon flashes around, the Dúnadan sees more shapes shambling into the area from the wooded darkness...more undead! The witch was calling them and beseeching their aid.

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:ooc: Esgalwen will try to finish off wraith 2
TN 14 longsword 4d

:dmg: 11   edge: 8   injury: 18

Nimronyn cleanly cuts through the dead man's neck. The ranger expected to see the head lopped from the body, but instead the fell-wraith disappeared and its cloak fell empty to the ground.

"You foul creature!  Calling upon death to aid you will only bring it upon yourself!" bellowed Grimbeorn.  Once again, he hefts his ancestral axe to do its duty.

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Sorry, I was having an issue with the post... something with the roll or other emojis.

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Use Hope to improve if necessary.

 :ooc: Argh! REALLY?

As one wraith's ancient sword batters his shield, Arbogast's attention narrows, leaving an opening that the second slips easily through.  Moments later, he hears Grimbeorn's pained bellow and curses inwardly.  He barely marks the shuffling approach of more dead Men.  All that is left to him in this moment is to hope to live until an opening for a decisive strike presents itself. 


:ooc: Arbogast is continuing to attack from Defensive stance.  Hopefully more interesting or efficacious tactical options will soon present themselves...




(C'mon, miracle piercing blow...)

:ooc: Ah, bollocks. 

:ooc: I corrected for :<3: loss due to cleaving ability above for Round 2 - on FW 1 & 2. Essentially, Arbogast and Morirúsë assisted one another.

"Black Beast of dark arts, you shall be cast beyond the walls of the world! These beasts you have animated will be free to return to the earth from which they were made. Your dark arts will not avail you!"

The Elf sprung forward, weariness forgotten, into the fray. His sword reflected the light of the lamp he held in his hand and the ancient blade swung in great arcs at the shadowed foes. The lamp and sword seemed to glow as one as the Noldo elf attacked and his oily mail twinkled like the stars on clear summer night.

"Upon my sword or by your will, but BACK TO THE VOID WITH YOU!"

:ooc:
Morirúsë will attack From an Open Stance. He will be using his Wrath of Fingolfin ability to Intimidate Foe from a Forward or Open stance and still make an attack, he will also be using his sword one handed.

Intimidate: 4d6


Ordinary success: 2 Hate points
- Great success: 3 Hate points
- Extraordinary success: 5 character's Valour rating

Attack: 5d6

Hell yeah!

:ooc: RESULTS OF PLAYER ATTACKS

• Arbogast rolls an 11 vs TN 17 and misses (he is still Weary due to his :<3: being below his base Fatigue)

• Grimbeorn rolls a 9 :~~: vs TN 19 and missess

• Morirúsë rolls a 23 :~~: :%: :%: success to intimidate and causes 5 :@: reduction to the enemy (spread across all enemies)

   He also attacks and rolls a 22 vs TN 16 for 11 :<3: loss

Sparks shower as Grimbeorn's axe struck the stone near the old crone's head. It was a miss, but the potential harm from the blow was real.

"NO, NO, NO!" was the cry...and then, "All right! Peace! Stop! Begone spirits! Leave them be!"

And by the command, the fell-wraiths began to draw back away from the companions and the light of Morirúsë. They faded into the shadows of night, and only faint outlines could be seen as they exited the courtyard.

Fyndylsnitch lay panting on the ground amidst the fern, his staff a couple feet from his clawed hand.

:ooc: Huzzah for the conciliatory power of violence!

 :ooc: when all else fails, do what you know best.

Still loosely gripping his axe and shield, Arbogast crosses to Grimbeorn's side and plants a foot on Fyndylsnitch's discarded staff. 

"Are you now perhaps more of a mind to offer proper hospitality?"

Morirúsë looked at the creature groveling on the floor and fought the urge to slay it.

"This thing is a foul creature and spent a life time bending the bodies of the dead to do its bidding. We should make no quarter with it."

The elf held the light aloft and scanned the shadows to mark where the creatures were. The naked blade sparkled in the lamp light.

Arbogast nods his agreement.  "It is as my friend says.  You have held congress with foul things in the service of ends perhaps fouler still.  These are foul crimes in the eyes of the Free Pepoles, yet already it seems we have seen enough death."

He looks about at the remainder of the Fellowship.  "Instead, our judgement is this.  You will leave this place and never return.  We will spread the tale of what took place here, so that all may know of you and your misdeeds.  If ever you take up the practice of sorcery once more, mark my words that it will end ill for you." 

That is, he thinks, darkly, assuming that Mirkwood does not do what we would not.