Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141102040650/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141105034410

The Orcs were being forced back. All the outer hall was taken by the dwarves, so no the Orcs HAD to hold the Bloodforge Gate (the final barrier before you get to the main Under Mountain area). Things really weren't looking good.

Then, an unfamiliar horn blew. A horn that none before had heard. As they turned to look, a new force entered the fray. Atop horses rode a force that Gundabad forces in the Coldfells had, until then, greatly feared. Under a snowy banner, having donned snowy armor, rode the Knights of Forochel.

No one was quite sure what to make of this. Until, that is, their arrows riddled the flanks of the Dwarven army. Knocking out the immediate resistors, they charged the flanks, crashing the much smaller dwarves under their warhorse's feet. They charged their way through the ranks of the dwarves, whacking anything with a beard along the way. Once they got to the Bloodforge gates, they entered a phalanx formation, holding their spears out to halt advancing troops.

Behind them, along the path they cut through the army, walked Kherender, Holding Rupture high. The Mithril glistened in the torchlight of the outer hall. He joined his knights in the front of the phalanx.

"Dwarves, leave at once. Enough orcs have died today to make up for the wrong they caused you. If you do not, many more Dwarves will die. Now leave, and take peace in the fact that many more of them are dead than there are dead of yours."