Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25754873-20141220155141/@comment-25344655-20150104020632

The dwarves were suffering heavy losses, out of the 100,000 that attacked, 95,000 remain.

Glosur stepped up onto a fallen statue head, shot an orc with his bow, and spoke:

"Dwarves! Remember your promise! Remember your oath! REMEMBER THE DWARVES THAT HAVE DIED AND WILL DIE FOR THIS LAND! Rally to me! To me my dwarves! This mountain hold will no longer be under control of the filthy orcs! Charge!"

The dwarves formed a wedge formation, with Glosur at the head, he jumped off the statue head and into the orc armies, the dwarves cut them down, stepped back, and revealed a passage leading outside, but the view was short lasting, Ram riders and boar generals charged in, cutting down every orc in their path. The dwarves formed a shield wall and followed suit, the ram riders fell back, and went behind the shield wall. Arrows and axes were shot over the shields at the orc pikemen, breaking their formation. The dwarves suddenly broke and charged them, destroying the orc ramks, pushing them back.

"White mountains, go to the 21'st hall, Durin's folk follow us, Ered Luin, go and guard the areas that we own. Guard them. Orocarni and Durin's folk, follow me!"

The last of the orcs were cornered in the west-gate, they never repaired the gate after it collapsed. The dwarves caught up with them. A general asked:

"Do we slay them my lord? Cut them down as they cower!"

Glosur glared at him

"No, we are not monsters. We kill whoever attacks us and that's it."

Glosur took a pick and crashed through the wall into the air of the west.

"Go orcs, take refuge in Ost-in-Edhil, try to attack us and we will kill you all."