"Your homeland has gentle hills and surrounded a small lake or pond, that over time Men changed and something under the lands that was once natural is now changed the land and has become foul." Brulk looked on, a stern expression chiseled into his brutish face. The Witch tapped her finger on one of her stones, looking at him without emotion "Sowelu is irreversible, as the cycles of the sun and seasons are perpetual, but.. It does not mean it is unchangable. He turned her head queerly to the side, a hint of interest peeking from her brow. "They offer you advice. Do you wish to hear it?"
Brulk gave a shrug of his heavy shoulders, feigning disinterest in the words of her stones. "Go 'head.." He muttered. Lyfrid paused a moment, faintly tipping her head "Be courageous, for you work against this foulness every day. Will you fight alone or with others against this, a common foe? And they ask you a question, is there much worse than lack of change?" Brulk gave her a hard look, and winced. "The fuck does that mean?" Lyfrid passes her right hand over the blue stones then looks over at Brulk, "They have gone silent." She spoke the words softly, and Brulk reckoned with some satisfaction in keeping him blind to their meaning. "Usefull of 'em.." He added with a grunt. "They said you came from a place that because of Men something natural to something unnatural, there was a lake or pond and something was under it." He smirked, as though she knew something he didnt. "Do they speak truth or lie?"
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Brulk had a black look about him, those angry little lines in his forehead stood out further than usual. She'd got to him, that was bad enough and he knew it only made his mood worse'n usual. His eye scowled down at the loose rocks which made up his road, and scowled back at his horse and gave it's reigns a tuck. "Keep up, Khelem.." He uttered.
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Lyfrid lifts both brows and looks over toward Brulk, "This rune we call Uruz. Uruz symbolizes the Auroch, you know this beast, yes?" Brulk gave a nod, his face set like stone. "This rune represents the strength, bravery, and endurance of this animal of old. When the world was new, warriors used to test their strength against the Auroch. Hence, this rune has come to represent the masculine principle and the capacity to meet a challenge. However, this particular rune and the Auroch it represents, is extinct." She gave a pause, and Brulk fought back a snarl. Enjoy you're lies, Witch. You wont be the first tried fouling my fuck'n mind with your words. "So either this person is long dead, or not what he once was, essentially extinct."
Brulk kept up his stern face, a determination about him intent on keeping his own worries private. Truth was, he'd a strange fear o' such arts. He'd reckoned it foolish to think o' man returning from the dirt, but he'd seem it happen more'n once. Those are the times. He cursed under his breath.
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"Wont be long now, lad." He muttered, jerking the reigns once more. The mountains of Angmar had loomed over 'em ever since they'd taken the path out o' the North-Downs, and Khelem had been uneasy ever since. Two men stood down at the end o' the trail, both of 'em armed. One a spear and a shield, and the other had a bow. Arrow wasn't notched, and Brulk reckoned that for the best. Haven't recognised me.. yet He winced, and slogged on further along the trail. He felt that familiar weight on his belt, that of his sword. By the dead, he'd an urge to pull it the moment they spoke. He held out his free hand, palm outwards.
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"This is Nyd. Nyd represents many things, most of them very difficult, heed it well. Fortunately, even where there is misery, difficulty and danger there are valuable lessons you will learn. The key is to learn them before you are overtaken by despair. Finally, the choice will be yours how it will end, this end is not determined by any other than you." Brulk gave a sigh, though his face still remained stern. She didnt smirk this time, and merely gave her chin a rub with her finger tips. "I believe it is saying, if you continue as you are, it will never be easy and it is your choice if you continue or not, as simple as that." He caught her glance as she looked into his eye, and she quickly looked away.
Moments passed, and time dragged slowly. "Now I have a question, one for you, not the runes." Came her voice, piercing the silence. Brulk looked up, giving her an ugly smile. "What is it?" She shook her head from side to side, her eyes never leaving his battered face. "What makes -you- so angry and bitter. Snarling all the time, you are much more angry and bitter than you accused of me, I think. You need not answer, but you have to admit, it is a curious question, no?"
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"These hills are full of death, traveller. What brings to here?" said the spearman, his friend with the bow stood a few paces back. More'n enough time to draw that bow and put a splinter in me, Brulk reckoned. "Looking for a lad name Krell. He worked the Aurochs here a year o' two past." The spearman gave a poor smile, might o' been worse than Brulk's, and jerked his head back to the bowman. He drew a shaft from his quiver, and notched it into his bow. "Krell died three month back, until that Eastern fucker brought him and half of the dead back with him two weeks past.." The spearman took a step back, that poor smile o' his fading away. "If you was a friend of Krell, you'd have known that.. Now, who are you?"
Brulk winced, letting his hands slip from Khelems reigns. The horse whinnie, and jerked back awkwardly. "I said who are you?" repeated the spearman, lines growing ever more present in his face. Brulk flicked his head around, and grabbed the reigns once more. "Calm down, Khelem." He growled at the horse.
"Khelem?" came the bowmans voice. Brulk felt something run down his back, a cold shiver at hearing the name from another man's mouth. "Wait.." The bowman stepped forward, lowering his bow but keeping it notched. "By the dead.. Wight-Eye.."
