Denethor, Steward of Gondor, trudged towards the river Anduin, muttering to himself, a sour look on his elderly face. Behind him, his bodyguard of warriors and Citadel guards followed warily. The steward's behavior had become somewhat erratic as of late, and no one knew what he would do next.
“Look,” he cried, pointing to the citadel of ruined Osgiliath. Upon the height of the citadel, an Easterling warrior in heavy bronze armor stood with his arms folded, an ornate helmet upon his head and a crimson cloak flapping in the wind. “Shame upon Gondor that we have allowed the outer defense to fall so easily.”
His faithful friend Damrod approached him. “Sire, are you suggesting that we attack the Easterlings on the high ground today? They are led by the cunning and cruel Tai-Shan, and Amdur, the Lord of Blades, follows his banner. It would not be an easy thing to drive them from the heights. Are you absolutely sure of this?”
Denethor opened a pouch at his belt and brought forth his Palantir. He shook the seeing-stone furiously and then looked at the bottom of it. “Victory is assured,” he slowly read. “Yes, we attack at once!”
Damrod gulped. “As you wish, sire.”
Gondor's four warbands formed up into a battle formation. Denethor, hemmed in by his Fountain Guardsmen, held the center with many warriors of Gondor and Citadel guardsmen with spears. Two captains of Gondor added the strength of their own warbands to his, and presented the Easterlings with an armored hedgehog of spears and shields. On Denethor's left, Damrod formed up with the bowmen of the citadel.
On the side of the Easterlings, Tai-Shan mounted his armored warhorse and held the center of the high ground with a troop of Easterling warriors and a few Khandish horsemen. On his left, and Easterling War Priest held a similar troop, although he led Khandish axemen as well. On the right, Amdur led a cavalry contingent of Easterling Kataphrakts and Khandish horsemen.
The Gondorians opened the battle with a hail of arrows, that slew Tai-Shan's horse and sent him to the ground with a sting of Eastern curses. Next to Amdur, a Kataphrakt with war drums beat his drums furiously, and the Eastern cavalry began a great sweeping movement to attack the left flank of the Gondorian troops. Damrod, well aware of the danger of his position, heroically called for a retreat and reform, refusing the flank and presenting a wall of steel to the Easterlings. Knowing that they needed to capture the high ground, the Gondorians in the center began to advance. Arrows flew between the two forces, slaying men here and there, but ominously, the strength of the wind began to increase.
The winds blew fiercely then, preventing any shooting whatsoever. Damrod muttered a short prayer to the Valar as Amdur got all of his cavalry on-line in preparation for a mighty charge. In the center, the Gondorians raised a battle cry and charged forward into the Easterling lines, where the two heavily-armored foes met with a deafening clash of steel and bronze. The Easterling War Priest, energized with the might of Sauron in his arm, led two Khandish horsemen in a flanking attack, intending to win glory with a heroic combat, but he failed utterly, and his fury was utterly spent.
Amdur raised his falchion on high and the Eastern cavalry charged into the Citadel guardsmen. The men of the West fell like wheat before the scythe, and Damrod's last sight was that of Amdur's falchion descending in a murderous arc. A moment later, the Gondorian hero's head bounced in the dust, and a roar of victory burst from the Eastern cavalry.
A brutal shoving match began in the center of the battlefield. With the Gondorians slowly pushing the Easterlings back, due to the strength of their two captains and the continued incompetence of the Easterling War Priest. Even old Denethor joined the battle, swinging his sword with vigor and covering himself in Eastern blood. On their left flank, however, Amdur's charge seemed unstoppable, and Gondorian infantry were crushed and trampled beneath Eastern hooves. Although the Gondorians had begun the battle with many more men than the Easterlings, they had lost two men for every one Easterling that had fallen, and their position was very precarious, indeed.
Men of Gondor assailed the hill, and the Captains of Gondor surrounded Tai-Shan, and although they surrounded the Easterling Captain and hacked at him furiously, Tai-Shan stood bloodied and defiant upon the crest. Amdur's cavalry smashed through the last of the Citadel guard and turned to attack the Gondorians from the rear, and the army of Gondor was well and truly broken.
Sadly, a second round of battle left Tai-Shan defeated and a prisoner of Gondor, and the Easterling force was then broken as well. The War Priest, realizing the dread punishments his failures were sure to bring, threw away his battle staff and fled.
The tide of war now turned against the Easterlings, while the Gondorians rallied. The men of the West piled upon the hill, while the Easterlings lost the momentum of their charge and began to fall casualty to the renewed vigor of Gondor. Amdur, lord of blades and survivor of many battles from knowing when discretion was the better part of valor, spat in disgust at Tai-Shan's capture and rode off. Truly, it was clear that the day would belong to Gondor.
However, this was quite unclear in the mind of the Steward. With all of the blood and noise surrounding him, the old man's mind finally snapped, and he turned on one of his faithful fountain guardsmen who had been knocked to the ground by a Khandish horseman. “You have failed me! You have all failed me!” screamed the maddened Denethor. He kicked the man on the ground, viciously.
“Flee, flee for your lives!” howled Denethor. The last two Eastern warriors, a Kataphrakt and a Khandish Horseman, were inspired by the Steward's exhortations and made another charge at the Gondorians. Meanwhile, one of the Gondorian captains, loyal to a fault, or perhaps just looking for an excuse, followed the Steward's orders and fled the field. Denethor raised his sword and hacked down a hapless Citadel guardsman. “Traitor! Coward!” spat Denethor as he murdered the surprised man.
The last two Easterlings spurred their horses away from the battlefield, leaving the devastated army of Gondor in possession of the hill. Denethor wandered about, muttering to himself, kicking the severed head of Damrod like a sporting-ball and cursing the man for his failures. The remaining captain of Gondor shook his head and said, “Another such victory and we are undone.”
*FINIS*
Well, that was a fun game! The highlights to me were when the treacherous wind prevented Damrod's troops from firing, allowing Amdur to line up a perfect cavalry charge. The charge was devastating, breaking the back of the Gondorian army. I very much enjoyed controlling Denethor as well, having him order my troops to Stand Fast and having him murder his own men. On the other hand, the War Priest was a miserable failure. He cast Bladewrath on himself, charged a lone Citadel guardsman with two Khandish horsemen by his side. Six attacks against one, and he still managed to lose. His Fury spell was of no use at all. I suppose that it is my fault for trying to use him as a warband leader, when he is truly just a support character. I will revise this list and replace him with a mounted Khandish Chieftain, who is a better leader, adds another bow to my force, and is cheaper to boot.
The Khandish troops proved an excellent addition to the Eastern Kingdom's force. Their high Fight value was of good use against the F4 Guardsmen. Their bows did some damage, and at one point, Tim was forced to expend a Might Point when one of his Captains lost a fight to an axe-swinging Khandish warrior. Overall, I was quite pleased that my Easterlings were able to take on a force of elite troops with more heroes that greatly outnumbered them and very nearly extinguish them utterly.
Cheers!
Baron DeSade