It would been long before the company would depart towards the north.
We have all spoken about it but we still have allot of planning to do.
Aside from all that planning there is also a great amount of danger that needs to be taken care of as well.
Upon the stone circle above Bree, Sigfread met up with two of his friends, Dúveon and Turchiron. They spoke for a short while, asking one another how they have been and what the news was from their camps... The usual talk.
Then came the moment Sigfread spoke.... He asked his companions to join him on a dangerous mission. The destination was the Great Barrow within the Barrow downs. A place well known for its filth and dread. A place where the dead walk.......
Dúveon politely declined...
"'I am still tired and have allot to do myself. I am sorry Sigfread but I can not join you'' He spoke.
This was understandable, He was the oldest of us all.
90 years he be...
Turchiron on the other had found it not wise for Sigfread to head into such a dreadfull place by himself and offered to join him!
And so it was the two set out towards the Barrow Downs.....
It took about two hours of stealth and sneaking through those dreadful lands but eventually they managed to reach their destination. A short moment of dread filled them as they stared down into the Great Barrow... but they only needed a look from one another to bring back the courage....
In they went, and it was not long before the first of the undead that roam within the Great barrow became known with their presence.
''Ready yourself Turchiron! Here they come...'' Sigfread spoke.....
'' Aye! I got this flank do not let them get near my back!'' Turchiron replied...
They fought bravely! Turchiron's skill with sword and shield was one to be admired to be said lightly! And Sigfreads skill with sword and bow was the bane of the undead!
Together the two fought of the undead bravely! back to back!
Eventually the undead horde was defeated... but not before one of their ''captains'' came....
A skinny, dreadful being of rotten flesh... A Gaunt Master.....
The two ranger did not hesitate!
''Sigfread! Take him down on distance! I shall block his attacks!'' Turchiron spoke...
'' Aye!'' Sigfread yelled........
A fierce battle had started! Clashing of swords upon shields and the sounds of combat filled the halls for a moment.
Then! An oppertunity! The Gaunt had been successful in avoiding Sigfreads arrows with dark magic.... But one he did not avoid... He was to foccused on Turchiron to notice an arrow flying right past Turchiron's head and into the creature's chest!
It stood wobbily and Turchiron did not hesitate! He drove his blade through the creature its skull, ending its life.
''Well done'' Sigfread spoke towards his friend.
'' Good shot'' Turchiron replied
They thought they had a moment.... but they were wrong....
A door opened... a crooked and dark voice spoke ''Enter......Mortals.....'' It spoke....
And so they did.... ready to face whatever was in the dark halls that were now opened...
The strode on into the darkness an endless passage of dread and tombs was what they saw..
Every now and then some undead would try to stop them.. but it was no use as the two ranger stood strong!
Eventually they walked into a room filled with undead. At the end of this room was a large door...They had to reach that door and went into the room blades drawn! The battle was fierce but they managed to stay out of harms way. That be aside from a few bruises.
After the last of the undead within the room was slain the door open.
The dark voice spoke again... ''Enter''...
And so they did... the drew their blades before entering the room, unsure what to expect...
They went into the large room and there he stood.....
Sambrog.. the Leader of these undead..... He laughed darkly at the two rangers and then spoke some simple words....
''Die.....''
The room went dark and there was almost no time to react as Sambrog rushed towards Turchiron slamming his blade down onto the ranger!
Luckely Turchiron was well trained and managed to block the attack with his shield!
Upon this Sigfread attempted to strike the being with his blade but..... It failed for he was slammed away by the fist of Sambrog...
Sigfread stumbled for a moment before regaining his pose. Turchiron was still bravely facing the creature head on! But Sambrog power was to great! He slammed his sword into the shield af Turchiron with a thrust and send him flying into a wall.
''See now... pafethic mortal.... your doom has come...'' Sambrog spoke.
He walked towards a still dizzy Turchiron.. Raising his blade up high to end him!
Suddenly a blade struck Sambrog in the back, forcing him on a knee!
It was Sigfread blade... he had thrown it! Without believe of what happened the creature turned towards Sigfread and peered at him angrily. The fool....! The creature forgot about Turchiron for a moment! Who once again took his chance and slammed his shield into the back of the creature.. forcing Sigfread blade to thrust all the way through!
A stab from Turchiron's blade would eventually finish Sambrog off......
A moment they took to regain their breath... with minor injuries they eventually left the tombe.... The mission had been a succes... The undead were once more, put to rest.
But for how long...........
