Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170409032121/@comment-26295802-20170413235818

TheShade6 wrote: "Damn, I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but we need to get out of here. Are there any hidden ways onto the mainland? Ironic as it is, it is your own lands that put us at a disadvantage. The buildings and towers are death traps for their technology, and open fields are firing ranges for the ships. If you can take care of an exit I have all the rest planned out already." Herendil sighs.

"You're right. In the end, this city's masterful defence systems, which have kept it safe for millennia have proved to be its downfall in a cruel twist of irony. Even this incredible moat, which kept Tirith Aear safe from even those that took the mainland, has proved to be our doom, blocking our only escape."

Herendil sighs.

"There is a way, General. A secret way, so secret that it is only passed down verbally from generation to generation. It was built by Herendil I when he had the dwarves first lay the groundwork for the city. It runs under the tower, through a sewer system, and leads to the countryside beyond the mountains. It's too narrow and winding to make a large-scale retreat, but a few will be able to escape.

"If it's a retreat your planet, go, Pane, and make haste. This is not your fight, and I will not begrudge you if you seek to escape. "

Herendil looks wistfully out the window, to the battlemants where the Wardens of Tirith Aear are putting up a brave last defense. He ears the clash of metal on metal, and the scream of dying soldiers. He sees blood, the blood of his people, make the battlements slick with crimson liquid. He hears the silver trumpets blowing from far above, and smells the scent of blood and sweat.

"But my place is here with my troops. They are my friends, and my brothers, and if they must die, I will gladly die with them. Just like my grandfather Imrahil died in glorious battle against the Easternling hordes, so shall I die. Alongside the people I swore to protect when I became prince. For if this is to be the last stand of The Tirith Aear, I shall make it such a stand, that it shall be heard in song for years to come! I will not be a coward like the Middle-Men lords that abandon their people time of need, that expect all loyalty but give none, while sitting in their rich towers of stone. I am a warrior-prince, Pane, like my grandfather before me. And I will die before I leave my men."