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Situation: Rescue is at hand!  The Men of Dale have brought the goblins to battle in the depths of the Long Marshes, and all the captive companions need do is live through the next minute...

Combat Advantage dice:
• Arbogast 2/2
• Beal 0/0
• Esgalwen 2/2
• Grimbeorn 1/1
• Hathcyn 0/0
• Laeral 0/0

Situation Modifiers:
• The companions have the initiative.

Physical Modifiers (complications):
• The marsh is treacherous underfoot, but both sides are equally hampered.

PC/NPC

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PARRY

:<>:

ARMOUR

:vv:

HOPE

:<3:

END

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STANCE

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STATUS

Arbogast Beal Esgalwen Grimbeorn Hathcyn Laeral

• 6  • 4 • 6 (+3 Skirmisher) • 4 • 4 • 8

• 0d (:C|: n/a) • 0d (:C|: n/a) • 1d (:C|: n/a) • 0d (:C|: n/a) • 0d (:C|: n/a) • 0d (:C|: n/a)

• 13/16 • 13/13 • 12/14 • 7/12 • 8/13 • 12/11

• 10/26 • 11/27 • 27/27 • 12/31 • 11/29 • 11/28

Open Open Open Forward Forward Defensive

WEARY WEARY - WEARY WEARY WEARY

ENEMY	:+~:	PARRY	:<>:	ARMOUR	:@:	HATE	:<3:	END	:csu:	NOTES
Kurgak Goblin Guard Goblin Guard Goblin Guard Goblin Guard Goblin Guard		• 5 • 2 • 2 • 2 • 2 • 2		• 3d • 2d • 2d • 2d • 2d • 2d		• 8/8 • 1/1 • 0/1 • 0/1 • 0/1 • 0/1		• 31/48 • 8/8 • 8/8 • 8/8 • 8/8 • 3/8		v Esgalwen v Arbogast FLED FLED FLED vs Laeral

STANCES

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

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

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Defensive - action order 3 Close combat TN 12+ parry Defensive Maneuvers (http://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 (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

"ARISE" cries Arbogast as the charging warriors pass around them. 


:ooc: He will attempt to Enhearten the companions, hopefully allowing them to ignore their weariness. 

:ooc: And that's three rounds worth of non-weariness for everyone. 

With naught but savage will to survive, Beal stands quickly and strikes out at a goblin near at hand - its attention focused on a rider that had galloped onto the isle.

Shouts and cries filled the air along with the grunting sounds of the goblins dying at the tip of sword and spear, or arrow that now dropped around them. The Lake-man did not know if he could survive, but his hopes were lifted when his fellow prisoner also stood in defiance.

Not far from where they were, Esgalwen attacked again to open the path for her men to get to her friends.

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:ooc: My two characters this round...

Beal
Stance: :-->:
Brawling attack to punch at a goblin
TN 11 brawl 1d

:dmg: 1   edge: none    injury: none

Esgalwen
Stance: :-->:
Swings Nimronyn two-handed on a goblin
TN 11 longsword 4d

:dmg: 11  edge: 8    injury: 18

:ooc: RESULTS

• Beal slips and his swing misses completely
• Esgalwen hits Kurgak (as I see that she is lined up to him - I will adjust my narrative in the previous thread) with a 22 :%: success for 17 :<3: loss and the Uruk must make a  :<>: test TN 18

:ooc: I think you said the overall skirmish is controlled by my Battle rolls, too? If so, I will roll one here. I will include an advantage dice if necessary.

Not sure the TN, but I have the mass of horses pushing forward and arrows dropping on their exposed flanks and rear lines.

TN ?? battle 2d

:ooc: Advantage die

:ooc: A 13...

I will spend 1 :vv: to make it a 17, if it will have any benefit.

:ooc: Hold off on your Battle roll for the moment, Doug (and take your Hope point back).  You won't need to roll until there's a break in the combat and Esgalwen can look around to see how her followers are doing. 

:ooc: Protection roll for Kurgak:

:ooc: That was a great :<>: roll. This orc may be trouble.

New fury chasing old hurts from his body, Grimbeorn draws himself up and answers Kurgak bellow for bellow.  The marsh water shakes and the air resounds as if two bulls of the ancient kine, not seen upon the face of Middle-Earth in two ages of the world had returned to do battle.


:ooc: Grimbeorn had faced enough of these goblins' like to know that they are a craven sort, especially under the light of the sun.  He will attempt to intimidate them.

The goblins quake before the son of Beorn, for though he had been brought low they have not forgotten the ease with which he smote down he who was the greatest and most terrible among them before the coming of the orcs of Mordor.  Yelping, they give way.  Several of them turn and take flight, dropping their spears in the mud in their terror.

:ooc:  Grimbeorn's foe is heading for the dubious safety of the forest,as is one other.  I'll let the Random Number Gods determine which one that is, counting down the line alphabetically from A to L/one to four:

:ooc: The goblin facing Laeral has turned and run.  There are now two crudely-made spears lying around for anyone to pick up. 

Laeral, still enraged by the events of earlier, takes up a spear and enters the battle.

-ooc- Laeral is in defensive stance

:ooc: Nice move.  With spear in hand, Laeral can use her broad Spears skill, rather than Dagger, to attack.  The goblin spears are in the orcish mode - broad-headed and heavy, used mainly for one-handed thrusting but also capable of being swung as a slashing weapon in a pinch.  Their profile is Damage 5, Edge 10, Injury 12. 

Hathcyn's weariness was shed from his body and he became a rabid beast cornered in its den. The sharp piece of flint he had grabbed was flung idly from his hand at one of the goblins and he grabbed the fallen spear. The light shone in his eyes and a fey mood was upon him. The crude instrument, which had been used to prod and poke the captives was now turned upon its masters. The Beorning set upon them with abandon mindless and without thought to his own life or limb. He would not be taken so easily again.

"CARROCK! CARROCK!" He yelled.

Even the Bardings quailed before his wrath and shrunk back from where he fought.

Awe to intimidate. Open Stance.
Awe



I have great spear but what should I roll for regular spear attack?

Naught but fury shone in the elf's eyes. Focusing in on the nearest prey, a goblin, Laeral begins her pursuit. With longer legs and anger to burn the maiden is upon her quarry in an instant. A flash of metal cuts through the air as the spear that Laeral carries is swung at the repellent creature in a fluid diagonal arc.



Laeral is still in defensive stance

As the mud-spattered and footsore companions break loose from their captors, Kurgak staggers back from Esgalwen's blow.  For a heartbeat, he regards the deep cut across the back of his dark-skinned arm almost curiously, as if intrigued by something novel.  But then he leaps forward, snake-fast and howling like a storm wind. 


:ooc: Kurgak responds to Esgalwen's two-handed strike in kind...

The heavy, curved sword lashes out, but Esgalwen moves like swift river water and it cleaves naught but the first tendrils of marsh-fog. 

Along the islets, the lines of goblins and Men dissolve into a chaos of noise, steel and blood.  The lone goblin still to brandish its spear at the companions lunges toward Arbogast as Laeral catches its fellow before it can escape her wrath.  Grimbeorn and Hathcyn espy the tumbled heap of the goblins' hoard at the same instant, and by their eyes alone share an understanding.  That which was soon to be their burden once more is now left unguarded...


:ooc: The last goblin guard to stand and fight is standing and fighting:

:ooc: And that's a nasty hit!  Arbogast gets a hail-mary protection roll:

Black murder in his eyes, Arbogast dodges a clumsy spear-thrust and lunges toward the goblin before him.  Too late does he realise that the thrust was a feint, and that the foe before him is as cunning as he.  The goblin whips the butt of its spear around, and the crack as it connects with the Woodman's skull is clearly audible.  Arbogast staggers and falls, red blood streaming from his face to mix with the greyish mud beneath the darkening sky.