The rain slammed against the backs of the two men, the wind blowing a chill through their bones as they rode their horses through the haunted and spirit filled fields. Trees white and dead, sticking out the ground like bones as large mounds marked where the dead had been buried. The horses neighed and pranced about before a spirit flashed before their eyes, nearly knocking them off his horse.
The Wild-Man had had enough of his prancing pony and jumped off it, soon bringing a knife up to his throat before letting it die in the cold wet mud. Grunting at the useless thing he turned to where the Hammer-Man (Fiontann) stood and grunted to him;
“Horse. Dead.”
With a sigh, Hammer-Man jumped off his horse and slapped its rear, sending it out of the fields and away into the night. They continued on foot before what seemed to be hard rock and snow started to fall and a spirit appeared again, one red and moving swiftly forward! Knocking into the pair, he sent them both to their nears.. Pren clearly not happy as he starts to grunt and snarl, pushing up and looking about for where this spirit is.
They both moved on.. Pren looking here and there as he tried to find any spirit around, trying to think back what he has learnt though after Gwennol's words, he just couldn't think.. the Hunstman was not strong in these lands, so these spirits are not to do with him. Or are they...?
As the wild man was thinking, orcs started to appear around them with bows and javelins.. then the red spirit returns, screeching before everything was thrown! Spears and javelins hit the men before the spirit hit them harder..
Pren let out a loud shout as his axe drops from his hand, his hand clutching onto his shoulder as where the first bit of pain starts! Then the rest hit him, making him try and walk forward to fight them but each time he tries his body gets jerked back more and more.. he falls to the ground, breathing sharply and still roaring in anger and pain, shouting out 'YMLADD CHI DERUDH DRWG!' (Fight me you evil druid!)
Words echo through the brains of the men as they awaken, pain beating in them as nothing else is around but the soft wind. With some coughs, Pren pushes himself up.. checking himself for injuries before he finds none, growling at the area around them before they set off.
They rested in a small set of ruins before they moved off with the first light, killing a small group of bandits before sending them on a mission. Then tracking a dead man before finally the fun truly began...
(To be continued in: Caethiwus (Enslaved))
