They had waited a couple of hours for them to arrive, in that time the dark lord had sent a siege tower to aid in the assault. Without the troll things would get messy, probably for the worse.
"Is everything ready Lieutenant!" Called the captain.
"Just march your maggots forward and we will follow!" Anersk replied.
And so they did, they only had to take the towers and they could begin the second stage of the siege.
In Minas Tirith, men were running across the walls delivering messages hither and thither.
Lieutenant Oira spoke briefly to Questor, who was more familiar with the defences.
"News has reached us, that they have brought a siege tower" said Questor.
"The Mordorians will take the tower, they have far better armour" replied Oira."Place your men on the right flank, you can hold the goblins, and the dwarves can hold the orcs."
"What about your archers?"
"On your flank. Order them to kill the bearers, then when they have been reduced sufficiently come and assist us." Oira stopped. "What am I forgetting?"
"Haldran, word has it he has brought two other men" Questor answered.
"Unable to break the lines on their own, he'll have to deal with the goblin archers" Oira pondered for a moment. "Prepare the defences" he ordered....
Lieutenant Oira Vs The goblin horde + Lieutenant Anersk (Take the tower)
The attackers must take both towers before being reduced to 25% strength to be victorious, if they take one tower before being reduced it's a draw.
|Dengond ordered his soldiers to lie down,|
as protection from oncoming arrows
|One of the goblin bearers takes an arrow in the eye|
|One ladder cast down|
and the siege tower changes course at the last second
|A hastily prepared defence against the oncoming orcs|
|The orc-corporal leads the charge|
and another ladder pushed off the wall
|This one stays up|
|Oira and a shield bearer offer a better defence than the Rohirrim|
|The goblins scale the ladder, while other pick up the fallen one.|
|The dwarf corporal takes a hit, but remains battle-ready|
|The goblin captain orders his minions out of the way.|
|A dwarf archer is hit in the chest|
|The goblin captain is pushed back, takes a wound |
and squashes two more goblins at the base of the wall
|The dwarf corporal fights back, scarring the other's face|
|Haldran arrives, with little he can do|
|Anersk turns his forces against the riders|
|De-horsed, and the remaining dwarf archer gets another kill|
|Another goblin down|
|Haldran wins the heroic move roll-off|
|Oira moves outside the walls to assist Haldran|
one of the dwarves takes a tumble over the wall, but lives yet
|The goblin captain attacks again|
and the goblins below move on the fallen dwarf
|Haldran takes wounds, but stands|
|While the goblins 'floor' that dwarf|
|The captain makes it onto the battlements|
|Anersk's forces charge at the outnumbered Rohirrim|
|Unable to get out of the tower|
|Questor and the peasants surround the captain and spear-goblin|
|Haldran and corporal fall to the number of biting blades.|
|As does this corporal|
|And the captain|
|The other corporal flees in terror|
|The final ladder is cast down, and the spear goblin surrounded|
|The goblins move to the ladder, and Anersk to the tower|
|Questor spear-ing the spear goblin|
|The dwarf archer claims another goblin|
|And another as the remaining goblins flee|
|Anersk hurries to take tower, now they are nearly at 25% orcs left|
|Then Oira onomatopoeia's the morannon in the face|
|Questor arrives, while Oira and his corporal go offensive on Anersk|
|They move outside to trap the orcs|
|But the peasants didn't need to ,Oira smashes Anersk's legs from |
beneath him, vaulting him from atop the tower to the ground below
Inside Minas Tirith, Haldran and his corporal will miss the next turn, as will the dwarf archer and the the dwarf corporal, all the peasants and the t-h-axed dwarf make full recoveries.
The other Rohirrim corporal gained +1wounds, Oira gained +1strength, his corporal gained +1courage and the dwarf archer was promoted gaining +1fate and heavy armour.
In the orc camp Anersk, his other corporal and the morannon spear-orc will miss the next turn.
Both axe-orcs were promoted to Morannon shield-orcs.
Anersk gains +1strength, his corporal gains +1wounds, and the morannon spear-orc gains+1fight.
In the goblin camp the captain and three others were detained, meanwhile three goblins lay dead. The troll assumed command....somehow.
A great feast was held in honour of Oira and Haldran. Much drinking and adult activities were taken to that evening. Oira, Questor and Haldran's corporal sat in counsel with the steward also upon the same evening.
"Anersk is but wounded, he will return soon with Vashner and the goblins if we don't strike them now." postulated Oira.
"Any news from Osgiliath, steward?"asked Questor.
"None, although I have more faith in Aerun and Dengond than I did in Oira." Oira stood in anger, but calmed himself.
"I would join Io and rout the goblins, but I have too few men." The corporal stated.
"My company must remain here in case Anersk or the Goblins attack again. The only other free company is yours 'corporal' "Oira responded.
"And what of the rogue captain!" Questor interrupted before the corporal and Oira punched each other, "he could lead some peasants with Io against the goblins!"
"I will not entrust the safety of Io's men and peasants with a rogue! Who could join with the goblins and destroy Io's company, before turning on Pelargir or even Minas Tirith?" The steward shouted.
This argument would have descended into blood-spill if a messenger had not arrived at that moment.
"Steward?"He said."These just came in," and handed two messages to him. the steward read them.
"The rogue captain is just north of the river, but south of here." He started. "And...."
Anersk lay down coughing up black blood, his bow corporal assumed command, as he had always wished. Him and the spear-orc had been contending with his leadership of late. Fortunately only one of the three contenders wasn't detained, so things ran smoothly.
"Come on scum the Lieutenant isn't travelling fast enough!" The corporal shouted.
"Where are we travelling?" Anersk asked amongst the blood spraying from his mouth.
"Vashner has given orders of you, although you'll be lucky to make it."
"And the goblins corporal!"He ordered with difficulty.
"Right now 'recruit' that is not your concern" the corporal responded. Anersk hid a grimace. All injured soldiers assumed to rank of recruit, save only the general and the dark lord himself.
The sun shone brightly off the white peaks directly behind them as they marched.