12 brave freeps outside Orc Camp, facing impossible odds, yet they stood firm and did not falter. Inside, a plethora of enemies from Angmar and what looked like a full host of abominations from Gramsfoot, positioned on the back ramp, reluctant to move out against the small band of heroes despite clearly having the odds in their favour.
The commander of the heroes - some may call him completely mad, others brave beyond words - decided to launch a full frontal assault against the stubborn, immovable enemy. Facing almost certain death, the heroes battled on, eventually succumbing to the power of the overwhelming hoardes of enemy soldiers despite their best efforts (and some horrible lag).
Let this go down in history as the day the few stood against the many, the day the brave faced the cowardly and the day that evil cheated victory from the hands of the righteous. Although the free peoples of Middle-earth did not triumph in battle, they can certainly claim the moral victory and hold their heads up high as their names are shouted with pride from the ramparts of Glan Vraig.