The riders that came out of the gates of White City was at least 500 men strong. Faramir knew that their numbers are not too great at all however, his father ordered him to get the city back from the orcs that invaded Osgiliath hours ago. The riders that came out reached so much speed on their way to Osgiliath on Pelennor that somebody thought that they have suffered from many strokes of whip. Even a man who has taken many strokes of whip would not do such a crazy thing. As Faramir's company rode on the Pelennor, the orcs are seen on the ruins of Osgiliath with their bows and arrows that is ready to drew. Lastly, Faramir lifted up his hand which held sword to the high as his company followed his foolish action. They held their swords towards the enemy too but orcs sent their arrows onto them and one by one riders fell onto the floor as being dead. Faramir noticed the situation later after seeing one man nearby fell off his horse closely. He held high his shield but nonetheless an arrow hit him beneath his stomach and let him fell off roughly his horse which fell off his nearby afterwards.

He felt painful enough not to move as the arrow that pierced his armour stayed still where it was hit as well as unable to speak because he slightly lost his very concious when he fell off. His eyes were open wide like a person who wanna hear the end of the story which had been narrated. Not too long, an orc is introduced in front of his very eyes. His eyes remembered the familiar face of she-orc as she completed her encircling around him and at last a dagger thrusted into his very deep and gave him a full pain and made him scream a little.

Luckily, the reins of his horse were still at his hands. With a little pull by Faramir, the horse moved towards the white city but with slow moves of the horseshoe. The pain was still beneath his stomach and made him lose his conciousness as he saw the groups of orcs marching in a loud steps towards the white city.

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Shamíra watched the scene involving Xoroku and Faramir with keen interest. She would have had Xoroku slain in an instant had she detected even the slightest flicker of disloyalty. But she watched with satisfaction as the Moriquendi plunged her blade through his heart and smiled slightly. Perhaps she is not muntinous. She then turned to Senqwa. "A good shot, Senqwa. You prove your loyalties once more." Her anger towards Senqwa almost gone, she leapt from the wall and prepared to engaged the enemy hand to hand.

Senqwa nodded at Shamira and the began killing again. one by one Senqwa killed many men, and she hated every moment of it. she regreted every drop of a blood on her hands and blade and the ground. the bodies lay everywhere. Senqwa looked away as she plunged her blade into a victim she heard his scream it was almost unbareable but she kept on killing.

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Amarthiel smiled seeing the destruction that Senqwa, Shamíra and Xoroku inflicted and quickly leapt from her position at the wall, landing gracefully upon the earth below. Her raven locks swirled about her, as her lavender eyes glittered with malice. She swiftly drew her long daggers and parried the blow of a careless solider. "Foolish mortal." she uttered. A malevolent smile spread across her lips as she noticed the fear in the soldier’s eyes. "Does thou fear death?" she taunted as she broke their connection and swiftly beheaded the human. His crimson blood spattered upon her dark tunic as his headless body crumpled to the ground. Amarthiel smiled coldly as she took in the sight of the carnage. Bodies littered the earth and the air was filled with moaning of the wounded, those that would soon be nothing but shadows as their blood pooled upon the field of battle. The stench of death permeated the air, blanketing the Gondorians like a black fog that seemed to drain the strength from them. She could see the fear in their eyes, could sense it squeezing their hearts. They were marked men, marked to enter the halls of the doomed. With a wicked smile, Amarthiel raised her bloodstained daggers once more. She adroitly sidestepped a soldier’s clumsy assault before plunging her dagger through his heart, chuckling as her sword rained drops of crimson upon the stone earth.

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Shamíra smiled cruelly as she watched the dying breath leave her victim. She whirled around and plunged her blade through the heart of another. She beheaded one, ran another threw and continued this deadly pattern for many hours. Her mind was set only on destroying the humans. That was her only goal.

Amarthiel turned and quickly struck down another mortal solider, his blood streaming from the wound, pooling on the ground below. Charging her blade with dark energy she turned to face another warrior, burying her dagger within his heart, smiling as his eyes glazed over as death took his soul. Swiftly dodging another blow, she beheaded the third foolish enough to strike her. A dark fire kindled within her evil heart as she looked upon the bodies of the fallen, her eyes gleaming with glee. She quickly turned to strike down another, relishing the joy with each kill as the cries of her enemies filled the air.

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Senqwa's rage turned into hate. hate for herself hate about what she was doing. she whirled around and sliced her sword through another soldier. she faught for hours. slicing, shanking,making the earth drink the blood of her people. after the battle was over she went to look for shamira

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In his tent Urglaz cringed as the wankage ensued....


OoC.Seriously, tone it down a bit, most of the Gondorians probably were killed before they reached Osgiliath.

OOC: Yeah...and then the rest got killed during the battle. I'm pretty sure that's what Elenriel and Lady_Raelyn were saying.

Shamíra wiped her blade on the corpse of one of her enemies. She turned as she saw Senqwa approaching. "Ah, Senqwa. What can I do for you?" she said.

Amarthiel grinned as she glanced at the carnage that surrounded her. The ground was littered with the bodies of both riders and steeds, the blood of mortal men and animals mixing as one. Like rider, like creature. she thought in a dark sense of satisfaction as she wiped her daggers upon the cold body of one of her victims before sheathing them. All joined in death. With that she strode to where Shamíra and Senqwa stood, ready to await orders for the next plan of action.

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Shamíra smiled slighting as Amarthiel joined them. "Arrange a party to burn the bodies of the dead. Have them remove the heads. A treat for the next batch of Gondorians that shall join us."

A sinister smile spread across Amarthiel's lips at the command. Her smile quickly faded however, as a group of bumbling orcs shuffled up to her. "What is the order?" the leader uttered submissively, not daring to raise his gaze to the Moriquendi's.
"Build wooden piers. Burn the dead." she ordered, her voice as cold as stone. The orcs turned to go when Amarthiel stopped them. With that she walked over to a corpse, and swiftly unsheathing her blade she decapiated it, tossing the head off to a side. "Save the heads. A gift for the fair citizens of Gondor. Let them not say that we do not return their warriors." she with a smirk.
"Yess." the orcs hissed at one.
"Move out!" Amarthiel ordered. "Work with all due speed, less you feel the Dark Power upon your backs!" she snarled and watched with a minute sense of satisfaction as the rabble scurried away from her to begin the task.

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Urglaz finally left his tent in a rather sour mood. He assembled the Large numbers of Easterlings and prepared to tell them of the battle plan.