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It is xxx xxx TA 1412. The witch king fell on the fields of Pelennor,
Dol Guldur was sacked by Thranduil. Not all is well for the Free Peoples,
Sauron has stretched forth his hand and summoned the Orcs and Goblins
from the Grey Mountains to lay waste Erebor.
 
Goblins crash into the Dwarf line. They kept breaking like waves
on the Dwarf rock.
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The Dwarf reserve waits. The Knights charged into the Ogres and
eliminated them, but they were unable to retire to safety and were
dragged down by numbers.
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The horde move ever forward.
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Chariots and Giants. That guy is big isn't he/
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This creature of the Withered Heath wandered out for a look.
(Actually it wasn't part of the game)
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The action on the Dwarf left was particularly fierce as Orc cavalry
and wargs wore down the defenders.
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Knights plug the gap, temporarily.
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There's more where they came from!
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The Dwarf reserves are committed to the centre of the line. The
Dwarf artillery is taking a toll on the Giants and cavalry, but
where are the Elves?
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