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1 Mobilization on Tue Oct 18, 2011 12:19 am

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Vraal sat in his chambers. If there were two thing's in the world Vraal hated more than anything it was losing a battle and sitting around idly. He happened to have done both and he wasn't too pleased. He had had enough, he walked out of his chambers and got the attention of the closest Uruk. "I want you to assemble the men. Get me 1000 of our finest Uruk-Hai Warriors, 2000 Orc Warriors, 2000 Orc Arches, and 50 Mountain Trolls." "That many?" The Uruk replied. "Yes, we are returning to Osgiliath." "To take back the city?" "No." Vraal sneered. "To kill the one's they left behind." Vraal paused. "I expect the troops ready within the hour, assembled at the Black Gates." Without another word, Vraal returned to his chambers to prepare.

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2 Re: Mobilization on Tue Oct 18, 2011 5:06 am

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Vraal slowly donned his armor. The wound on his back was still not completely healed and caused him discomfort. It wasn't exactly painful, just irritating. He grabbed his bow and slung it across his back, attached his quiver to his belt and then reached for his scimitar and shield. He strapped his shield to his forearm and sheathed his scimitar. He was ready.

As he reached the black gates he saw that his army was already forming up. He had prepared a great host. He knew that by this time the main Gondorian army would have left for Minas Tirith. Orc Slayer would not have left the capital undefended. This time Vraal would be ready. Vraal had a Uruk-Hai sound the war horn. The gates opened, and the army marched on to Osgiliath.

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3 Re: Mobilization on Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:07 am

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As they marched, Vraal lost himself in his thoughts. He played the battle plan in his head over and over again. Covering all angles. He wanted to assure victory this time. The march to Osgiliath was quick. The only sounds were the stamping of feet and the mountain trolls chains clinking as they walked. A uruk-hai approached Vraal, in his trance he didn't notice until the uruk spoke to him. "One of the scouts has returned Vraal." "Good, bring him to me." The scout arrived and delivered his report. As Vraal had suspected the main host had left Osgiliath in the direction of Minas Tirith. By the time they recieved word of the attack it will have been too late.

Once the scout had left, Vraal let his thoughts consume him once more.

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4 Re: Mobilization on Tue Oct 18, 2011 1:51 pm

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Vraal stared at Osgiliath through the trees. The stench of death already thick in the air. Blood on his scimitar dripping onto the dead bodies of three sentries lying at his feet. He could see the Gondorian's working from where he was standing. In a few short hours all those men would be dead. His plan assured it. The sun was low on the horizon, Vraal would wait until dark to initiate his plan. A uruk approached him from the west. "Everyone is in place and waiting your signal." "Good. We will wait until dark, then begin the attack." Vraal watched the sun as it slowly crept toward the mountain peaks. Darkness was the time when Vraal felt most at ease. In the day time it was too easy to be spotted, but at night, under the cover of darkness, one could steal the crown off the head of a king. The sun reached the mountain tops and cast pink and gold rays of light onto the clouds above. One might have said it was beautiful, but Vraal did not see beauty. The closest thing to beauty for him was the site of a severed human head on a pike. Or maybe a barrel of Ale.

As shadows overtook the landscape Vraal headed towards where his men lie in wait. "Lets move" Vraal bellowed. "And from here on out, keep it quiet." The force moved out as a single unit and then split off into three equal groups. One to the east, one to the west, and one in the middle. The group in the middle had to keep 50 mountain trolls quiet, not an easy task. When they were within range Vraal gave the order.

The mountain trolls were cut free of their chains and began bounding for the city. As they neared, the alarm was raised and the enemy, in the middle of eating their supper began donning their armor and preparing for a fight. When they got into the city the trolls began wreaking havoc on the forces inside. While the archers shot arrows from outside the city. Distracted by the trolls, Vraal gave the command for the warriors to make their charge. They entered the city and made sure to stay well away from the mountain trolls. Vraal was the first to make contact, swift as a viper he slit a human's throat and laughed as the blood flowed freely from the wound. He wasted no time, moving directly to the next man, in three swift movements he severed each arm at the elbow and then cut his body directly in two. The man's torso hit the ground before his legs. To Vraal's left a mountain troll was surrounded. He picked up his foot and brought it down, directly on a human skull. Vraal could hear the crunching sound from where he was standing and smiled broadly. A man charged directly for Vraal from his right, Vraal spun and smashed the human in the face with his shield, three of the man's teeth were dislodged by the hit and he hit the ground unconscious. Vraal wasted no time, he lifted the man up by the hair and severed his head. While he was doing so a man tried to take the opportunity to attack Vraal from behind. Vraal heard him coming and quickly spun around and threw the head into the man's chest. The human had the breath knocked out of him, he stumbled and Vraal took the opportunity to remove each of his legs at the knees. Vraal looked up, directly into the eyes of a young human warrior. The boy begged for his life. "No, no, please, don't." "Typical human, a coward to the end." Vraal replied in orcish. He stabbed the kid directly through the heart, his sword made a sucking sound as it was pulled from his lifeless body.

The battle lasted late into the night. The mountain trolls unleashing fury on the Gondorian Army, and even on some of the Uruk-Hai and orcs themselves. The orc archers effectively out of range produced massive casualties as well. But the glory of this battle went to the uruk-hai warriors. When all was said and done the Gondorian army was desecrated. Exactly as Vraal had planned. The army of Mordor took casualties as well but they were minor compared to those inflicted on Gondor.

A uruk-hai warrior approached Vraal. "The battle is won." "Good" Vraal replied "I want as many of their heads on pikes as possible, display them on the outer walls. When the Gondorian army arrives I want them to see the heads of their friends and family staring back at them." Vraal laughed with delight as he picked up a pike, found the head of an enemy and brought it down on the head of the pike. He then climbed to the top of a partially corroded statue and displayed the head for all to see. "Fear the might of Mordor"

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5 Re: Mobilization on Tue Oct 18, 2011 11:47 pm

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It would be considered a gruesome scene to any human. Thousands of heads screaming and greeting all who arrive at the city in the direction of Minas Tirith. Vraal couldn't help but laugh hysterically. He just wished he could be there when Orc Slayer marched through the ruined gate. It would almoster be worth dying to see.

Vraal turned to his army, "We return to Mordor. Victorious."

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6 Re: Mobilization on Thu Oct 20, 2011 1:31 am

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The horn sounded as the army arrived, returning from Osgiliath. Victory was sweet. Vraal was more than satisfied with the outcome, a fitting way to follow up his recent defeat. He just hoped Orc Slayer got a chance to see the gift he left him. Vraal chuckled to himself.

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