Of Umbar Family/Roleplays/Montijo - First Blood

Part of the Raiding of Al Amarah events.

The location: Montijo. A small village of Fontanese settlers. The time: The sun is setting on a windy day in autumn. The Fontanese settlers live between some hills nearby a small wood towards the borders to the woods of Braga and they spent their life as lumberjacks and workers in their sawmills. The working day has passed though and they have a feast with a small Fontanese military unit as their guests. Loud songs can be heard about their army and the wish to kill all elves and destroy Sirion. The local chief stands then up on his chair and brings a toast to his fellow peasants and the troops that are with them. He speaks about oncoming victories against Sirion and being applauded ends his speech with a loud "Hail Fontan!"

In this moment, an arrow hits him in his throat and heavily bleeding he falls immediately of his chair dead down. The audience is shocked. "And this is our applause from Sirion!" a loud voice can be heard and immediately a large volley of arrows rain coming out of the forest upon the audience =- soldiers as well as peasants fall dead immediately!

Before they really can get organized a bunch of the remaining soldiers storms together with a little bit larger group of peasants swinging madly their saws and without any formation towards the wood where the voice and the arrows came from.

Another volley of arrows hits them and more die in the merciless and deadly rain. Shortly before they reach the first trees, a loud second voice can be heard "ATTAAAACK!" and suddenly a larger number of two-sworded warriors storms out of the wood, among them a warrior with a Lion Helmet and a great two-handed sword. "No prisoners!", he shouts and the slaughter begins. He personally takes on two crazy millers and cuts them down, before his begins to fight with the enemy soldiers. After a quick and short battle the enemy has been slain or wounded to the last person.

The troops proceed into the village. The warrior with the two-handed sword proceeds to the local priest. "You are lucky. Atanamir of Umbar feels merciful today. You have some wounded soldiers up there. You can choose. Either I order to kill them or...you take the wounded soldiers up there and bring them to your healer's tents. They shall then spread within their army the message that Sirion will no longer take the looting in its north and will get its money from Fontan or the Dogs back. Dismissed." he says and the priest quickly takes some servants to collect the wounded.

"Who is your tax collector?" the warrior then shouts at the other trembling peasants. A man steps forward. "I am the local tax collector. What do you want? Are you a noble or just a plain thief, like the others who were before you here?" he says. Atanamir chops his head off immediately. "That is none of your business, lowly scum." He says looking at the chopped off head. The terrorized look still is seen in the face of the dead tax collector. "Men, collect the money from his bag. This blood money, destined to build more armies to attack our lands, shall be your payment for this battle" he says to his men, and turns again to the rest of the village, "Villains, be gone to your homes, we will do no harm to you, tonight you shall live a little bit longer". Atanamir turns again to his men and leaves the village returning into the woods.

The raid behind the lines had begun and first blood had been tasted.