Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170505112915/@comment-26347028-20170515152904

The Morgul Lord wrote: Maltalidenta Kwuitidherali wrote: The Morgul Lord wrote: Maltalidenta Kwuitidherali wrote: The Morgul Lord wrote: Maltalidenta Kwuitidherali wrote: The Morgul Lord wrote: Maltalidenta Kwuitidherali wrote: Maltalidenta Kwuitidherali wrote:

In the North, the other army can be just about seen from Cair Andros, moving more slowly than one would expect, but that is not to say they aren't moving without haste. Now, are you going to answer this or not? I was getting around to that.

The approaching army can see soldiers on the walls. The gates are well secure, and above the two gates there appear to be cannon-like objects.

(They're not quite cannons, they're something else) They stay entirely out of range of any conventional weapons, except cannonry, and use their own cannonry to try and coax their enemy into marching towards them. The soldiers stand their ground, and minimize casualties by fleeing cannon impact points. The cannons just start to try and batter down the walls, rather than attacking any particular soldiers. They start moving off the walls and hauling the canon-like device off of the wall.

"Sergeant! Get that projector off the wall, and load some of its ammunition into that catapult. We're going to have to do this the hard way."

"But Captain Turgon, our supply of ammunition is limited, the projector could be rendered useless, and we still have another month before Dorwinion considers trading us priceless weapons again!"

"That was an order, Sergeant Adrahil, not a request. They refuse to come within bow range, and still beyond that of the projector. The catapult is the only way. We shall give them a treat from Dorwinion so great they will forget they ever made wine."

"Yes Captain Turgon, as you wish. Take down the projector, load the catapult!" The army just keeps up the bombardment, with the intention of causing the collapse of the walls around the main gate. Suddenly, from behind the walls, a projectile flies upwards in their direction. It appears to be multiple containers in a Dorwinion style loosely kept together by ropes (which they are attached to to prevent strays from falling off). Only too late would any of the learned men among the force be able to realize the terror that had been unleashed upon them. When the projectile hits, a great and volatile flame bursts at an instant, spreading quickly across the men. Thus they behold the terrible Dorwinian Fire.

"Is the catapult ready?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Then may the Valar guide us to victory. Release the Flame of Dorwinion!" The cannons turn slightly to all concentrate on the area of wall directoy beneath the catapult, which is beginning to become (much, Patrick?) weaker under the sustained fire.