Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170418205753/@comment-26210095-20170427105740

The Indomitable wrote: Patrick.vtap wrote: The small Gondorian garrison is quickly overwhelmed by the mob and militia defectors, who swarm over and kill them all. The Governor and his family are ripped to shreds by the mob The Lords of Umbar, the original Black Numenorean noble Lords who governed over the city before the Gondorian Invasion, send in their household soldiers that they were holding in reserve to maintain peace and stop complete chaos. One of the Lords flies a white banner of peace from the top of the battlements, signaling that he wishes to speak to the commander.

Unfortunately, the slave rebellions are igniting all over Umbar, and they will be difficult to contain. The countryside wealthy landowners flee, sailing south, in fear of the slave revolt and the popular mob rising against them. A mighty man, one of the Serpent Guard, approaches the gates, with a white banner. He says he speaks for his king, and that the king is of one of Umbar's oldest noble families, and is the man closest in blood to the lords who came before the Gondorian reconquest. The Haradrim soldiers begin chanting about how he should be king of "desert, valley, and bay." The common folk begin to take it up as well.

The slaves, are met by a rather large, and well disciplined detachment of soldiers. Led by a Haradrim cheiftain known as "The Butcher", for his ritual dismemberment of surviving enemies. He positions himself upon a slope, straddling the road to the city.

(I suspect they'll attempt to Zerg-Rush Umbar? Or will they be stupid, and stay in small bands?) 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 ask 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 Buther and his men in a large wave.