Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170418205753/@comment-26210095-20170428015056

The Indomitable wrote: Patrick.vtap wrote: The Lords of Umbar murmur amongst themselves, and one steps over. "Your Grace, perhaps we can come to an... arrangement. You have rid us of the Gondorian menace, and for that I thank you. I know not what your goals are, but I would humbly ask you to spare the sack of Umbar, and we will allow you to ascend the throne as our sovereign in peace. You will  have our personal loyalty and aid, as well as military or naval assistance, in any of your future ventures."

They run at the city, many of them simply armed with pitchforks or farming implements, but some with spears. They attack the Butcher and his men in a large wave. "I accept your terms, for I find them reasonable. I would not sack the city of my birth, the one my father, and grandfather fought with much brutality to defend. I will now test these terms... I request that you help me put down the slave rebellion."

The Butcher's men open fire with their artillery, and crossbows. While a bristling wall of halberds hinders further assaults, cutting slaves in twain one after another. They, in their maddened fury, do not notice the smaller detachment of Serpent Guard coming up behind them, their lances couched, and their sabers ready to be drawn.

The artillery is firing flaming balls of pitch, and straw (trebuchets), bolts that can spear several unarmored men at once (ballistae), and grapeshot (stolen cannons) "At once, your grace." The Umbarian Army exits the city proudly, banners flying, and moves to attack the slaves, who are pouring in en masse into the vicinity of the city. They make quick work of the slaves, butchering them without mercy.