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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:37 pm
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"The men of Manetheren were far away, on the feild of Bekkar, called the Feild of Blood,when news came that a Trolloc army was moving against their home.Too far to do else but wait to hear of their land's death,for the forces of the Dark One meant to make an end for them. Kill the mighty Oak by hacking away its roots. Too far to do else but mourn. But they were the men of the Mountain Home."
"Without hesitation,without thought of the distance they must travel, the marched from the very feild of their victory, still covered in dust and sweat and blood. Day and night they marched, for they had seen the horror a Trolloc army left behind it, and no man could sleep while such things threatened their home of Manetheren. They moved as if their feet had wings, marching further and faster than friends hoped and enemies feared they could. At any other day that march alone would have inspired songs. When the Dark Ones armies swooped down upon the lands of Manetheren, the men of the Mountain Home stood before it."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:52 pm
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"The host that faced the men of Manetheren was great enough to daunt the bravest heart. Ravens blackened the sky; Trollocs blackened the and. Trollocs and their human allies. Trollocs and Darkfriends in tens of tens of thousands, and dreadlords to command. At night their cookfires outnumbered the stars, and dawn revealed the banner of Ba' alzemon at their head. Ba' alzemon, Heart of the Dark. An ancient name for the Father of Lies. The Dark One could not have been free from his prision, for id he had been not all the forces of humankind could have stood against him, but there was power there. Dreadlords, and some evil that made the light-banner seem no more than right and sent a chill into the souls of men who faced it."
"Yet they knew what they must do. Their homeland lay just across the river. They must keep that host, and the power with it, from the Mountain Hoime. Aemon, king of Manetheren, sent out messengers. Aid was promised if they could hold for but three days. Hold for three days against the odd sthat should overwhelm them in the first hour. Yet somehow though, through the bloody assault and desperate defense, they held through an hour, and the second hour, and the thrid. For three days they fought, and though the land became a butcher's yard, no passage across the river did they yeild. But by the third night no help had come, no messengers, so they fought on alone. For six days. For nine. And on the tenth day Aemon felt the bitter taste of betrayal. No help was coming, and they could hold the river crossing no more."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 12:11 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 6:36 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 8:03 am
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