This is the story of the brave men whom fell, defending the cold, frozen north against the unending hordes of undead. It began on a late Saturday evening. The 7 man garrison of the tunnels were the last defense against the horde. Every man had a diamond sword, a bow, some armor, and bricks. As the undead clawed away at the ice, the Watch prepared.
"Dimitri! Get some bricks in the center and plug up that hold," said Necro, the leader of the small garrison. The undead had begun the unending assault with a massive wave of unarmored "grunts". The garrison easily cut them down, gathering the blocks the dropped and the golden nuggets. The ice and snow began to turn red with the blood of the fallen grunts. The second wave came in the form of wildlings, armed with primitive, bronze swords and poorly made leather armor. "Eat arrow, elf-lovers!" Dimitri yelled, stringing an arrow and shooting two undead with one shot. The corporal, by the name of Copeclan, was engaged in a fierce skirmish with a group of undead that towered over him. Yet, he still cut them down, blood and limbs falling onto the ground. The third wave came in the form of spiders, lead by a great number of Spider Queens and a great goblin spider rider, wielding a massive spear and axe. The first of the garrison fell to the fell beasts, but not without activating some tnt that collapsed part of the tunnel, killing the spiders and their leader. The next wave came in the form of half trolls and uruk-hai, lead by a undead version of Lurtz. The duel between the undead and the archon is one of the greatest feats of this age. In 3 minutes, more uruks fell to the blade of the archon then to the bow of the elf. But, as the garrison fought, the corporal betrayed the captain, and killed the entire garrison, save the archon, for he was too far away for the traitor to end him. A bloodlust overcame them both. "You animal! Why did you kill them?!" Dimitri cried as the affects of his maniacal rage began to set in. The tunnels began to collapse under the sheer weight of the undead horde. "I do this for the king of the undeath, not the king of Gondor!" Copeclan said, his blade dripping in the blood of the undead and the betrayed. "Well then, I guess I will test you're loyalty." Dimitri calmly said. The corporal charged him, screaming a scream of an banshee. Dimitri chuckled, like a maniac, and sidestepped the charge. He brought his sword down upon the Cope's legs. The corporal seemed to fall down dead. Dimitri began to run towards an exit, but then felt a sharp pain in his leg. An arrow pierced his leg. Dimitri looked back and saw the corporal rise, even though his legs were greatly damaged. Dimitri strung an arrow and fired. The arrow hit the corporal, but he kept advancing toward him. Arrow after arrow pierced the undead corporal. The corporal's legs finally were ripped apart by after a volley of arrows. "What.... are.... you?" the corporal asked. Dimitri had had the arrow in his leg for half a hour, but still hadn't died or fallen unconscious. He used his sword to stand up and picked a fallen man's sword. "I am Dimitri Half-Elven of Gondolin, archon of Rohan, bard, necromancer, and lord of the fallen clan. And I shall have my revenge for what you have done." The next few moments were the not recorded, but it was thought that Cope was beheaded by Dimitri and Dimitri disappered into the Misty Mountains.
So ends the account of Dimitri Half-Elven, archon of Rohan, former lord of the 12, and co-founder of Little EW. And so begins the account of Brutus, Julii, and Scipio.
"Dimitri! Get some bricks in the center and plug up that hold," said Necro, the leader of the small garrison. The undead had begun the unending assault with a massive wave of unarmored "grunts". The garrison easily cut them down, gathering the blocks the dropped and the golden nuggets. The ice and snow began to turn red with the blood of the fallen grunts. The second wave came in the form of wildlings, armed with primitive, bronze swords and poorly made leather armor. "Eat arrow, elf-lovers!" Dimitri yelled, stringing an arrow and shooting two undead with one shot. The corporal, by the name of Copeclan, was engaged in a fierce skirmish with a group of undead that towered over him. Yet, he still cut them down, blood and limbs falling onto the ground. The third wave came in the form of spiders, lead by a great number of Spider Queens and a great goblin spider rider, wielding a massive spear and axe. The first of the garrison fell to the fell beasts, but not without activating some tnt that collapsed part of the tunnel, killing the spiders and their leader. The next wave came in the form of half trolls and uruk-hai, lead by a undead version of Lurtz. The duel between the undead and the archon is one of the greatest feats of this age. In 3 minutes, more uruks fell to the blade of the archon then to the bow of the elf. But, as the garrison fought, the corporal betrayed the captain, and killed the entire garrison, save the archon, for he was too far away for the traitor to end him. A bloodlust overcame them both. "You animal! Why did you kill them?!" Dimitri cried as the affects of his maniacal rage began to set in. The tunnels began to collapse under the sheer weight of the undead horde. "I do this for the king of the undeath, not the king of Gondor!" Copeclan said, his blade dripping in the blood of the undead and the betrayed. "Well then, I guess I will test you're loyalty." Dimitri calmly said. The corporal charged him, screaming a scream of an banshee. Dimitri chuckled, like a maniac, and sidestepped the charge. He brought his sword down upon the Cope's legs. The corporal seemed to fall down dead. Dimitri began to run towards an exit, but then felt a sharp pain in his leg. An arrow pierced his leg. Dimitri looked back and saw the corporal rise, even though his legs were greatly damaged. Dimitri strung an arrow and fired. The arrow hit the corporal, but he kept advancing toward him. Arrow after arrow pierced the undead corporal. The corporal's legs finally were ripped apart by after a volley of arrows. "What.... are.... you?" the corporal asked. Dimitri had had the arrow in his leg for half a hour, but still hadn't died or fallen unconscious. He used his sword to stand up and picked a fallen man's sword. "I am Dimitri Half-Elven of Gondolin, archon of Rohan, bard, necromancer, and lord of the fallen clan. And I shall have my revenge for what you have done." The next few moments were the not recorded, but it was thought that Cope was beheaded by Dimitri and Dimitri disappered into the Misty Mountains.
So ends the account of Dimitri Half-Elven, archon of Rohan, former lord of the 12, and co-founder of Little EW. And so begins the account of Brutus, Julii, and Scipio.
