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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

As the group edged forward they saw a fight culminating between the dozen orcs and a troll. They were slaughtering each other. Already, the troll had used a tree branch to smash two of the orcs, bringing their numbers down to ten.

Iver grabbed the troll using its bat claws and was not able to lift it above the ground, its huge belly rumbled and jiggled as Iver attempted to pull it. It grumbled and tossed back the tree trunk into the bat, smashing Iver against another tree. The Flying Giant was sandwiched momentarily before the troll picked up the trunk, allowing Iver's crumpled bat body to fall back to the ground, dead. Iver was still inside its nape, his consciousness in a daze.
 
"What are orcs doing in these lands?" the dwarf whispers towards the others. "Aye lads, I bet Iver could need our help." Thoruk whispers as he sneaks towards where Iver's body is in attempt to lure the troll away from Iver's body he pulls out his crossbow and loads a bolt.
 
Grimnir whispers at Cardiloc, "The Orcs arent the problem, those trolls are. I can easily go in and break the hussle, yet I do not want to cause too much attention. Perhaps one will run off and inform the others, what then? Whole Angmar at our side?" He readies his Axes, "Do you want me crossbow, Cardiloc?"
 
Grimnir then sees the Bat, clearly the foolish iver needed his aid once more. He grabs his axes and charges into the fray, charging nearby Orcs, ready to hack them apart. "Cardiloc, aim for the Troll."
 
"We shall," Ha'zi whispers back, ready for a fight. He hadn't ever seen orcs or trolls before, just heard bits of them, but now... they looked pretty ugly, especially that troll. Ugly like if you took all the muscle and majesty of a Mumakil, swirled it around, then plopped it out as a living creature. And those orcs... well, their faces reminded him of his uncle.

Ha'zi brandishes his spear and charges the closest orc.
 
Sigeric watched Grimnir charge recklessly at the Orcs with dismay. The Dalishman had hoped to wait until the Troll and the Orcs has depleted each other's strength before striking, but it appeared that the Dwarf had left him no choice. "Charge!" Sigeric shouted, motioning the others to attack. He led from the front, brandishing his halberd and confronting the closest foe.
 
Deslan hit the horse in the head and carried him to a tasty morsel of grass that was a few feet away. Kuntsworth in name and fact. It was best not to feed meat to this horse.
He put on his clothes, crossed the Anduin at the Old Ford and rode westward to the Misty Mountains.
 
Some of the orcs began to face the charging men and dwarves.

One charged back at Grimnir with a spear. Another screamed and scurried at the sight of Dimitri's warhammer only to be crushed by the troll's tree. Sigeric found himself squaring off against one with a saber whilst Ha'zi saw one with a dagger rush towards him. Dimitri viewed an opening amongst their ranks, behind the two that had engaged Sigeric and Ha'zi.

The troll, after killing another three, turned to see Thoruk and began to lumber towards him, lazily dragging the tree club. Iver was coming to his senses in the neck of the dead bat.

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Deslan came across the formiddable mountains. He didn't see any way to cross them, yet, his compass told him to press west.

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Sigeric waited for the Orc to attack first, and attempted to parry with the blade of his halberd, before smashing his knee into its gut and subsequently slicing downward with the axe-blade of his weapon in between its neck and shoulder blade.
 
Deslan, being the map nerd he was, was perfectly aware of a mountain pass leading to Rivendell, historical seat of Beepbobit the Wise. Beepbobit. An elf named Beepbobit. He heard weird names, like ''Harold'', but Beepbobit just beats them all.
He followed the road until nothing but pebbles in the ground and ancient tracks remained. A noticeable path on the rocky side was present, so he urged Alfrid to follow it.
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Grimnir throws his Forged Axe towards the Orc once he came into a comfortable enough range to assure a hit, attempting to cleave the Orc in two
 
"Oh, damnit, not that bugger" Thoruk says as he sees the troll. In a bit of haste he shoots his crossbow bolt into the direction of the trolls face before grabbing his axe and shouting "Lads, someone might help me here with that scumbag?"
 
Cardiloc nods to Grimnir, though he hesitates. "I could shift.." He called over, readying his spear ready to throw. He surveyed the troll.
 
Daugo yawns from his position atop Dimitri's horse, stretches, and rummages one of the packs for an apple or something to eat while the violent folk did their 'duty'. Honestly, if it had been up to him, he would've passed by the scuffle without a second glance, but orcs are orcs and men are men and whenever they see each other they seem to have a need to murder each other. Oh well.
 
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