Horn kneels on the battlefield staring in shock at the body of Halros, the man had come out of nowhere to protect him.
"I could not move character..." Horn says "It was fell sorcery and... I was powerless...
"Halros sprang to my defense and took the blows that were meant for me. He died in my place... there was nothing I could do..."
Horn stops listening and the adventurer and ranger runoff as the battle continue around him. Looking around Horn sees madness, the orcs and Gondorian soldiers clash in groups desperately trying to push the other side back. The sound of the Rohirrim horses thundering across the fields is matched with the sound of orc's armor clanging as they run.
Horn looks around at the dark mountains and the red mountaintop of Mt. Doom as it continues to spill clouds into the air. When he looks behind him he sees the white city, the great gate has been torn down by the great battering ram and the city is covered in dull gray ash, the fires on the streets sending more smoke into the air.
The ground around him is covered in the bodies of orcs, men, trolls, and horses, most are already dead but some still moan and call for help. As Horn watches an orc screaming for help gets trampled by several Rohirrim horses, their hooves battering the man and crushing his skull cutting off his voice. As thRohirrimim horsemen continue they run over the corpses of the fallen gondorian and Rohirrim men. Horn watches one of the Rohirrim start to raise his hand before the horses pass over him.
Horn runs up to the man he had seen still alive only to find his chest crushed, Horn turns fighting to hold his tears back. He carries his weapon around and stops at the bodies of men and checks to see if they're still alive. When he finds one alive he helps them up and guides them away from the center of the battlefield. Horn avoids the orcs so he doesn't have to fight as he helps the injured men to the safety of Minas Tirith.
When the orcs start to panic the Gondorian and Rohirrim soldiers manage to surround clumps of the orcs and easily finish off what's left of them.
As Horn is helping three more Gondorian soldiers to Minas Tirith he meets a horseman and stops him, "What happened?"
"The witch king has fallen and the remaining commander was driven from the field by the kind of Gondor." The horseman rides off to the closest battle.
"It will be over soon," Horn says to himself before going back to help the injured.
"I could not move character..." Horn says "It was fell sorcery and... I was powerless...
"Halros sprang to my defense and took the blows that were meant for me. He died in my place... there was nothing I could do..."
Horn stops listening and the adventurer and ranger runoff as the battle continue around him. Looking around Horn sees madness, the orcs and Gondorian soldiers clash in groups desperately trying to push the other side back. The sound of the Rohirrim horses thundering across the fields is matched with the sound of orc's armor clanging as they run.
Horn looks around at the dark mountains and the red mountaintop of Mt. Doom as it continues to spill clouds into the air. When he looks behind him he sees the white city, the great gate has been torn down by the great battering ram and the city is covered in dull gray ash, the fires on the streets sending more smoke into the air.
The ground around him is covered in the bodies of orcs, men, trolls, and horses, most are already dead but some still moan and call for help. As Horn watches an orc screaming for help gets trampled by several Rohirrim horses, their hooves battering the man and crushing his skull cutting off his voice. As thRohirrimim horsemen continue they run over the corpses of the fallen gondorian and Rohirrim men. Horn watches one of the Rohirrim start to raise his hand before the horses pass over him.
Horn runs up to the man he had seen still alive only to find his chest crushed, Horn turns fighting to hold his tears back. He carries his weapon around and stops at the bodies of men and checks to see if they're still alive. When he finds one alive he helps them up and guides them away from the center of the battlefield. Horn avoids the orcs so he doesn't have to fight as he helps the injured men to the safety of Minas Tirith.
When the orcs start to panic the Gondorian and Rohirrim soldiers manage to surround clumps of the orcs and easily finish off what's left of them.
As Horn is helping three more Gondorian soldiers to Minas Tirith he meets a horseman and stops him, "What happened?"
"The witch king has fallen and the remaining commander was driven from the field by the kind of Gondor." The horseman rides off to the closest battle.
"It will be over soon," Horn says to himself before going back to help the injured.