Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25597877-20170716040125/@comment-25597877-20170718161725

Burly Uruks with oversized cleavers continue to smash through lines. Then Faenor sees it, one orc whispering to his comrade.

"The boss said he should have joined the front lines by now"

"Quiet, the plan is still beating the point ears."

A third shouts out "change focus, volley on the twig"

Arrows fly in Faenor's direction. They miss, but it's only a matter of time before a lucky shot hits its mark