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Lord of the Rings-Pelennor Fields
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Lord_Raganar |
Posted on 03/07/05 @ 12:00 AM (updated 03/12/05)
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400x400 (Large) |
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Normal |
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This is my Pelennor Fields map. If you haven't played my Minas Tirith map I suggest you go download that and play it. You'll find it in the Siege section as Lord of the Rings-Minas Tirith v1.4.
Anways, this map is a take on a style of gameplay that Stronghold is not usually suited for. There are no keeps or invasions just two opposing armies on a battlefield. You're goal is to eliminate the enemy army and make sure that you protect Aragorn (your lord) if he is killed then you will lose the game.
You'll be in control of two separate armies at once so I suggest you turn down the game speed and issue commands to your forces. Recommended playing levels are easy on the first try and then normal when you have beaten easy. Note that on normal you troop formations become messed up since it reduces the amount of men you have.
This map deviates from the book a little in terms of how the landscape looks. Anduin shouldn't really be where it is and the landscape shouldn't be rough and rocky, but just empty, rolling plains are kind of boring so I tried to make it more interesting. The portion of broken wall in the bottom left corner represents the Rammas Echor and the Southern Gate of Gondor where Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli arrive in the commandeered ships of the Corsairs of Umbar (if you read the book you will see that the Army of the Dead was only used to destory the Southern Haradrim army and the Corsairs of Umbar. Aragorn then rallied men from the South, many were just oar slaves in the captured ships of the Corsairs, and sailed to the battle of Pelennor Fields).
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Ever since the middle of the night the great assault had continued. The drums rolled. To the north and to the south company upon company of the enemy pressed to the walls. There came great beasts, like moving houses in the red and fitful light, the mumakil of the Harad dragging through the lanes amid the fires of huge towers and war engines. Yet their Captain cared not greatly what they did or how many might be slain; their purpose was only to test the strength of the defence and to keep the men of Gondor busy in many places. It was against the gate that he would throw his heaviest weight. Very strong the gate was, wrought of steel and iron, guarded with towers and bastions of indomitable stone, yet it was the key, the weakest point in all that high and impenetrable wall.
The drums rolled louder. Fires leaped up. Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay. Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old. The weapon of the first dark lord Morgoth. Great beasts drew it, Orcs surrounded it, and behind walked mountain-trolls to wield it.
But about the gate resistance was still stout, and there the knights of Dol Amroth and the hardiest of the garrison stood at bay. Shot and dart fell thick; siege-towers crashed or blazed suddenly like torches. All before the walls on either side of the gate the ground was choked with wreck and with bodies of the slain; yet still driven as by madness more and more came up.
Grond crawled on. The drums rolled wildly. Over the hills of slain a hideous shape appeared: a horseman, tall, hooded and cloaked in black. Slowly, trampling the fallen, he rode forth, heeding no longer any dart. He halted and held up a long pale sword. And as he did so a great fear fell on all, defender and foe alike; and the hands of men drooped to their sides, and no bow sang. For a moment all was still.
The drums rolled and rattled. With a vast rush Grond was hurled forward by huge hands it reached the gate. It swung and a deep boom rumbled through the city like thunder running in the clouds. But the doors of iron and posts of steel withstood the stroke.
Then the Black Captain rose in his stirrups and cried aloud in a dreadful voice, speaking in some forgotten tongue words of power and terror to rend both heart and stone.
Thrice he cried. Thrice the great ram boomed. And suddenly upon the last stroke the Gate of Gondor broke. As if some blasting spell it burst asunder: there was a flash of searing lightning, and the door tumbled in riven fragments to the ground.
In rode the Lord of the Nazgul. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In he rode, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before the gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dinen.
‘You cannot enter here,’ said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted.
‘Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!
The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! He had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter.
‘Old fool!’ he said. “Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!’ And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.
Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.
And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin’s sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing.
Rohan had come at last.
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shomy_pfc |
Posted on 07/31/08 @ 08:02 AM
i have put in d/igrice/stronghold crusader/maps
But whem i want to play this map,them exit from crusader!!! |
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HGDL v0.8.2 |
Rating |
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4.3 | Breakdown |
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Playability | 5.0 | Balance | 4.3 | Creativity | 4.0 | Map Design | 4.0 | Story/Instructions | 4.3 |
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Downloads: | 2,217 |
Favorites: [] | 0 |
Size: | 1.24 MB |
Added: | 03/07/05 |
Updated: | 03/12/05 |
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