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| Estel va Atalante (Chapter tbd): Siege of Gondor; The few Leaves who enter Gondor counter the Southron Invasion | |
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| Abrazan | Nov 29 2014, 07:33 AM Post #1 |
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"Veer to the right!" Ivordir yelled. The ship barely ran afoul of the strange masts of the black ship in the inlet. "They are not giving up!" The Amrothian Gondorians rowed as hard and fast as they could. "There are too many! Retreat, retreat beyond the sea-gate!" They backrowed and the wenches were tugged as the sea-gate attempted to bar the corsair invasion. But they kept coming. "Leave none alive!" The Lord of Jaggath's House yelled. Several Haradrim champions dismounted. Abrazan recognized them from the arena in Umbar. "Leave them to me. Prepare to evacuate the Wharf." Ivordir nodded. Never before had he held a Southron in such respect. As the House of the Silver Swan moved fast to coordinate the retreat up the stairs to the upper city, Abrazan stared down the three champions. They laughed and mocked him, "Ah! You should be on our side!" The foremost of them cried. Abrazan laughed, "I am the son of ghosts, the child of a slaughtered land, and of myths and legends that would freeze your heart. And I am not afraid to slay mine own kin." He drew his swords. The champions drew theirs. They approached along the dock, entering into the central square. In Abrazan's mind, they were in an arena. And many looked downward from the stairs in awe of them. Izikiel charged first. He had slain Abrazan's parents. Abrazan parried as he leaned in on several blows. He drew his strong shield. Abrazan tripped him, but Sarajda came second, with his curved blades. Then came Tharzaran with his axe. Abrazan realized that he was outnumbered. As Izikiel struggled to stand in his heavy armor, Abrazan kicked him into the sea. He could not rise to the surface. Then Tharzaran came at him, but his large axe was bulky, and Abrazan swiftly removed his hands as he moved to strike. Then he quickly penetrated his throat. He was still alive, but barely, screaming and writhing on the ground. Sarajda gave his war-cry. As they dueled blade to blade, Abrazan thought of how easily he could have been one of them, how he could have been drafted into the fleet, and of how he could be gazing at a Gondorian's sword thrust down his own gut. He thought of how all three of these men had once been born to a mother, they had a childhood, a time of innocence. They grew up young and strong. He wondered what cruel twist of fate led them to this. And he was grateful how he was saved by an unlikely turn, an elf wanderer along the shores of the sea. Sarajda slit his arm. He made a mistake. He allowed his thoughts to wander on the field of battle. He betrayed the elf's teachings. But a rush of power came into his arm, and he ignored the pain, and he retaliated more voraciously than before, and he pushed Sarajda backward toward the edge of the quai, and then he kicked him into the harbor. But he didn't have heavy armor. Abrazan drew one of his throwing knifes, and caught him in the throat. Then, he couldn't swim. Abrazan sighed sadly, and turned away, sprinting toward the stair. The corsairs had begun to land at the southernmost pier, and it was time to retreat. He rejoined Ivordir at the top of the stairs, "Those scum I knew in Umbar. They are finished now." Ivordir smirked, "Three out of a thousand. Wonderful." Abrazan scowled, "We can get them. I have a plan. Load the top with archers and vanguards. The vanguards can take-out whatever the archers miss." "Then we have the stairs, Abrazan. But what of the rear gate." "It should be completely sealed and locked. They will need a powerful siege machine to burst through it, which they sorrily lack. They are sea-men, not siege engineers." "Then we will post archers on those walls as well, and strike at them there if they come." "And we will need the majority of our foot-soldiers and cavalry there, at the foot of the citadel. They will need to be able to defend the Court of the Fountain as well as the second Gate." Ivordir sighed, "What to do about the civilians.... the library? It is too close. The Citadel? Maybe........ we need someone we know to talk to the Prince's daughter." |
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