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Situation: The companions have been discovered before their ambush on the guards outside the farmhouse could be sprung. 

Combat Advantage dice:
• Gwaithlim 0/0
• Hathcyn 0/0
• Luindîs 0/0

Situation Modifiers:
• The Fellowship has the initiative.

Physical Modifiers (complications):
• None

PC/NPC

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PARRY

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ARMOUR

:vv:

HOPE

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END

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STANCE

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STATUS

Gwaithlim Hathcyn Luindîs

• 7 (:<|: n/a) • 7 (:<|: n/a) • 5 (:<|: n/a)

• 3d (:C|: n/a) • 3d (:C|: +4) • 1d

• 12/13 • 14/14 • 12/12

• 30/30 • 29/29 • 27/27

Rearward Defensive Rearward

normal normal normal

ENEMY	:+~:	PARRY	:<>:	ARMOUR	:@:	HATE	:<3:	END	:csu:	NOTES
Taller guard Knot-bearded guard		• 5 • 5		• 2d+2 • 2d+2		• 3 • 3		• 7/17 • 17/17

STANCES

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

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

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

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Rearward - action order 4 Ranged combat TN 12+ parry Must be 2 other PC's in Close Combat; May not use if outnumbered 2:1 Rearward Maneuvers (https://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

Hurriedly nocking an arrow, Luindîs aims quickly and with a wordless cry lets her shaft fly in the direction of the taller guard. 


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Gwaithlim grumbles of the rashness of his lesser brethren, the folly of Man, unnecessary bloodshed, and variety of other muttering the Noldo are wont to do in these times dread, impulsiveness, and recklessness without thought of the future.  He keeps himself to the trees and scrub as he advances on the house while the others keep the guards at bay.

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Stance: Rearward, Action: Evasion

 :ooc: I eschew missile weapons! En gard you knaves! To combat!

The guard's helm rings like a bell as Luindîs' shaft glances off its side and the man stumbles, momentarily stunned by the strike.  His knot-bearded companion spares him only a glance to ensure that he is not slain before raising his shield in the direction of the young Elf and crying 'Rise!  To arms!  We are beset!"