Comments - StrideroftheWest

I don't know to be honest. It stopped me in the description but I was no where near finished and it just let type as much as I wanted. I was constantly worrying whether it was going to stop me XD

Ottomans had cannons Darth.

Me and my horsemen watched as we were cornered into a steep hill unable to move backwards on horseback. The enemy were all on foot and walked slowly towards us. They were on the verge of charging however I laughed as they neared, for the true force of my army had appeared to the east yelling war cries as they charge forward.

Five thousand men outnumbered their force greatly, and they knew this. The enemy dropped their swords and surrendered immediately seeing the brute force of each rider coming at them.

I halted my army, then spoke.

"This is not even half of my army you fools" I cried to the four mounted leaders, cowering in fear. "You would honestly think I would challenge four country's armies with two hundred men? This is a pitiful force that shivers before me. My army encircles theirs.
"Join me in my conquest" I said to them "do as others have done. I will spare you if you join my army."

The men glanced at each other as every other prisoner had done.

"You see my army? That is one worthy of remembrance. We make history as we speak here! Will it be the final history of the Naimans, Tartars, Tuvans and Uyghurs? Or will you go on to be remembered as the true riders that helped conquer the east!"

One by one the men rose and bowed to me. The four leaders were dragged before my feet. I stared them down and drew my sword. I looked at the one who had spoke out to me and asked "which one poisoned my drink?"

The three others pointed at him and I smiled. "Good, you talked far too much."

With one slice I decapitated the foolish sod. I looked at the others and told them to go. They joined too however I wouldn't let them be officers too easily.

I cheered and everybody, even the new recruits cheered with me.

"The Tanguts are next! We ride now!"

The lands of the Naimans, Tartars, Tuvans and Uyghurs were mine now. They joined and my Mongolia grew bigger. It wouldn't be longs before it expanded its borders again however for the Tanguts wont last long.

No harm in a neutrality treaty. Sure.

A single rider travels to the Ottoman capital. A proud eagle sits perched on his shoulder as he gallops through desert, rock and grass. He goes with a message not only to the Ottoman leader but to everybody hearing the news. The Ottomans and Mongols are now allies.

About five thousand horsemen rode unaccounted and unburdened across the plains. It was an easy victory, losing less than 200 men. Those who survived were given the chance to join my force or die. My numbers grew rapidly.

haha

I'll have Mongolia, the fantastic horse-people.

After slaying the majority of the remaining enemy my forces retreat from Isengard back to the camps, opening the gate on their way. Jesters men follow. We all wait to see what may happen.

Saruman's forces at the breach dwindle. Men of Rohan cut them down furiously, pushing them further and further back. I cut a clean slit through on uruks throat, then take down two more with hard slashes as I fight with my men. The rear ranks of my force flank to the left causing the uruks to back away towards the main gate (supposing the breach was to the left of the gate) ready for Jester. I see that the forces defending the gate are also shorter in number and the walls were almost all but conquered by Cronus.

"Victory is near my lads!"

Suddenly a large, armoured troll tramples through nearly ten men towards me. I jump sideways, narrowly dodging the trolls hard swing. I turn swiftly, then before the troll could turn himself I hacked away the back of its knee causing it to fall. It roars in pain, lands wth a large thum and tries to pick itself up, but immediatley I charged on top of it and thrust my sword many times into its neck. Troll blood drenched my chest and legs but the men around me's hearts were lifted.

"Victory is near. One final push. To the gate!"

My men take control of the breach, slaying many as they charge deeper. Some follow me to the main gate to help Jesters men as the others that were on the wall flood onto the defenders. I run back to my main force. I see many of my dwarves have been killed, but their deaths are not in vain. The attention on the dwarves served as a perfect chance to kill whatever beserkers and deathbringers laid their attention on them. Though they were dead my men pressed on fighting the uruk hai and orcs still trying to repel my attack. The breach was and walls were won and many men rush to flank the battle at the main gate.

OOC: I didn't send any Rohirrim onto the breach and the dwarves are naturally able to handle things like deathbringers with their own strength, so I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be slaughtered by them.

IC:The dwarves smash into the pikemen guarding the breach slaying the first line, then a stong battle ensues with the deathbringers and beserkers. Arrows fly over our heads as I follow closely with a massive band of infantry furiously charging at the breach. I see the siege towers reaching the walls and Jester's men battering down the gate which gives me faith.

Slicing open one uruk-hai I see Cronus fighting on the walls and calling down to Jester. My men swarm into the breach, flanking the defenders or climbing onto the walls to help Cronus fight off the archers. I see a large force manning the main gate. Taking about twenty elven archers we fire into the orcs hoping to confuse and worry them as Jester's men break down the gate.

The dwarves' thick, strong armour holds up as they crush skulls of the wargs charging towards them, matching the beasts' strength with their big boned statures. They continue charging past the wargs and head to the pikemen, knowing the pikes will have little effect on their size and armour. The Elves follow close behind firing few arrows at both wolf and rider, while the many men slay what wargs they can before pressing on and reaching the breach. I charge with my men slaying two wolves before continuing to the wall.

My men ready themselves for the final impact that will bring the wall down. Our artillery fire onto the cracked portion of the wall, creating further damage to it an the orcs behind it. The elves fire on the pikeman knowing they are spaced from the wall and the dwarves are ready on the frontlines with their axes sharpened, many with ones to throw.

"Men. Elves. Dwarves. For weeks you have suffered the loss of family, friends and your very homes. Remember them. Remember that they will be watching over you, guiding you to the path of victory! Remember they will be waiting for you if your time is to pass and they'll welcome you with open arms for your true bravery and valour on this day. Those beasts behind the wall will have no mercy, they will try to strike you down as they have done many times. Aye, they have tried to strike you down, but have faith for you SHALL strike them down! Be ready my brothers. Draw your swords and follow me to the realm of victory!"

My own army of 5,000 has arrived with Jester's very close behind. We too constructed trebuchets and catapults to destroy the black walls. What little Elves remain in my stead along with my arches join the Gondorians in firing onto the walls trying to hit whichever orc shows its face. They fire with revenge in every shot, anger pulls back the strings. The men will stop at nothing to utterly destroy Saruman and his abominations.

Yeah same. Tomorrow will be good ;)

With the forces gathered and combined a march on Isengard begins. Around 15,000 men march on the black tower, knowing Saruman's end has come.

Yes a ceremony worthy of remembrance for centuries to come. And definitely no drain pipes.

Aye, stone is plentiful around the city so stone walls wont be a problem. The catapults should not take long to build and we will build higher walls with more watch towers for our archers. Ballistas will be placed on some of these watch towers too.

Now the dead. The orcs shall be burned a few miles away from the city and we will bury as many as the men as possible, or cremate them if the families wish.

I'm afraid our homeland is in too much a state to help. The risk of Saruman's forces attacking again is too high to depart for Pelennor. For now we recruit literally every man possible and rid ourselves of Isengard. Then we can turn our attention to our allies. If they are in dire need we will send some troops, however the amount depends on our situation.

We regroup my good man. We draw every man able to wield a sword and ride a horse then we destroy Orthanc. We will see Saruman's strewn body fed to his wargs, the orcs slaughtered. The smoke of Isengard will soon fail to rise. It's time for battle.

No the point is that it isn't possible to make that amount of bombs because the resources are too scarce.

So you'll be in the RP except you wont be in it?

Every able civilian close to Edoras has come to start rebuilding the great city. Snowbourne has still not answered our call to arms, so I send men to find out their reason. I expect at least 3,000 more riders from Snowbourne as they are known to have a great force.

My main force regroups and prepare our plan to destroy Isengard once and for all.

Made it slightly worse for yourself Saruman. You'd better prepare for thousands of men looking for nothing but you hanging from Orthanc being fed on by your own crows.

The dwarves under my command smash the heavy enemy infantry while the elves and men charge behind them slaying countless orcs on the walls. I see two berserkers charge towards me so I ready myself for their powerful strikes but just before the first reaches me a dwarf sweeps its legs with his large warhammer, breaking the uruks legs. He then smashed its head into nothing more than a bloody mess. The second beserker see's this and charges for the dwarf. I intervene with a swift punch into its neck, then thrusting my sword forward straight through its heart. I see how our armies are overpowering the foe, the black cloud does little to redeem the lost morale of many uruks and orcs.

"Victory is upon us my good men!" I cry "Fight swift and strike hard and we will avenge the fallen! Victory is near!"

I yell as I decapitate a nearing Uruk, then I charge to three lone orc archers and tackle them all down, hacking their startled bodies.

Seeing the Spiders and Wargs are being dealt with, my 4,000 men advance to the walls. The majority of my Rohirrim are dismounted, skirting the outside of my force to try and protect the core of the army with their shields. The elves fire off the rest of their arrows into the city, mainly hitting the ones defending the gaping holes in the walls caused by our ballistas. I ask a favour of the Eagles and they happily accept. They smash down some of the lower walls leaving a spot for my men to enter.

They retreat out of range of the catapults and return to the main camo, happy with their kills.

Thick smoke rises from the once great city of Edoras. My 4,000 men arrive, ready for revenge. The Elves begin to fire on the enemy from a great distance, out of range from the enemy while every other man eagerly chews on his fresh meat, eyeing the dark foes greatly. We wait for word on the Gondorians plan and are ready when they are.

Ah, glad to have you.