battle

Finally, their final destination was before them. The Black Gate of Mordor - The place where their fates were about to be decided. Both armies started their movement. Katrandil looked at Ornessar. "So... this is the time, my friend. I hope for the best." - She said towards him and kept observing the orcs. He glanced at her and hugged her tightly that one last time. "If we split, take care..." - He whispered then pulled away from her.

Eris looked around, each step was careful and precise. The forest was darker than usual today, so she had to be on high alert for bears, wolves and animals alike.

The pillars of black smoke funneled together into the sky like a cluster of spears jutting into the earth. As Jonn reached the top of the last rocky hill, he saw where those “spears” converged: the small village where he had stayed peacefully for the past week. At the point where the spears of smoke ended, the fires began, flowing out like blood from a deep wound. Grass, straw, wood, and clay were the primary materials used to build the small group of crude huts making up the village. Everything burned or crumbled under the blazing heat.

Not long after the Battle of The Black Gate a young man named Amirion has found a journal on the battlefield, but its owner was nowhere to be found. He kept searching for him or her for a long time but without luck. The person was gone. Only thing he found about her was her name and the name of the city where it all began. Amirion decided to send the journal back to the city hoping that it will find someone who will be able to return it to the rightful owner or just keep it in safe place but before doing so he put a short note in it. 

''We are on our first steps towards the bridge. We had been told once we reach it the forces of Minas Tirith would breach the west side. With that, we will be able to create and opening channel and a hole in the forces of Mordor occupying the city. However, we are not there yet. We are under heavy fire.''

And so did Aragorn son of Arathorn gather as many soldiers as possible to come with him to the Black Gate of Mordor and fight one last time against the Host of Mordor. The two friends, Ornessar and Katrandil, joined him too. 

There, they met a defiled Númenórean, called "The Mouth of Sauron", who conversed with Aragorn. This event started the battle. The Black Gate opened, and Aragorn turned towards his allies.

In the south, the ships of the Corsairs were approaching. "The Corsairs of Umbar are coming!", men shouted, feeling that their doom was coming and Belfalas, Ethir, and Lebennin were taken. 

The sound of war was about to fill the fields of the Pelennor. Indeed, war-horns and heavy footsteps sounded all over the place, and the ships of Aragorn and his company were not there yet. But indeed, the Rohirrim had answered the call of Gondor, and the Riders of Rohan had entered the Pelennor fields. The voice of Théoden King of the Mark, suddenly sounded in the field of onslaught:

(Gyric : Captain of the Forlaw forces, head of the footmen team (green V)

Ceorlghas: head of the archers (orange lines)

Radbald: head of the reserves, vanguard

Assigned team: Yrminas, Faerhild, Langhund, scouts and archers (purple)

Start position: crossroads (yellow triangle)

(The text needs editing, it is from our rp chatlogs, we will be continuing with the event on Sunday 19 Feb)