Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26210095-20151111125728/@comment-26444332-20151111160644

(I'm winging it on Glosur's armies. He said they have Mithril alloys in another RP, I'm going to run with that until told otherwise.)

The Eldarin archers, protected by dwarf-forged mantlets, switch targets to the Black Númenorean archers, who have no shields to defend themselves. They rain continuous volleys down onto them. Elven accuracy puts many down, while the Númenoreans fruitlessly return ragged and unsynchronized fire.

Faenor leaps off of a dead troll and into a pocket of Black Númenoreans. He effortlessly slays them all, then calls for a volley. The Dwarven archers, with bows of horn and steel and arrows of iron, comply. They rip through the Umbaran shields to kill many, though the darkened metal is of fine quality.

"Drive them forth!" Faenor cries.