Hithfaerwen quietly looked toward Minas Vrûn. Her arms crossed over her chest and her middle, index, and thumb drummed on her right bicep.
Turchiron sits in his usual spot atop the ruin, He sharpens his boot-knife
Hithfaerwen turned her ear toward the noise he made, before gathering up enough courage to turn on her heel and sit in front of him.
Turchiron looks up to Hithfaerwen with a smile, before looking back down to his work, he gives the knife a few more runs along the whetstone before sliding it back into his boot-sheath, He then looks up, "I think enough time has passed, I'm going to follow the map toward Fornost soon, See what's out there, Waited on others too long."
Hithfaerwen crossed her legs more comfortable, looking at him. "I want to go with."
Turchiron looks to her, his eyes filled with slight sadness, "I know you do. But it's very dangerous out there. We've had this discussion many times."
Hithfaerwen sighs, looking to him still. 'I still want to go with. Please? I know to run..'
Turchiron looks toward Fornost, He pauses for a moment, He lets out a sigh, "Only if you promise to get out of there if something happens. No matter what, Just leave me and I'll handle it."
Hithfaerwen gave a small nod. She knew damn well that promise would be held on the tip of a pin - no following through.
Turchiron stands and walks to the ruin's edge, He folds his arms and casts his gaze out across the Fields of Fornost slowly, "Hmm.." His eyes narrow, but he says nothing. He turns quickly to Hithfaerwen, "Have you your gear ready?"
Hithfaerwen spoke just as swiftly. "It's always ready." She was quick to her feet, snatching up her bow and pack.
Turchiron nods, Speaking with a much more grave tone, "Stay near me when we're out there Hithfaerwen. If you come into difficulty, tell me and we'll stop." He then turns back toward Fornost and resumes looking carefully across.
Turchiron takes the map out he'd received from a kinsman in Esteldín, He looks down and examines it carefully, referencing the landscape ahead for a brief moment before looking down again.
Hithfaerwen furrowed her brow as she spotted the three or four torches that walked the path North. She gently nudged Nethdir, motioning to the Falconer's Tower. "Something stirs. Three or four beings.."
Turchiron continues studying the map, His gaze drifts away from the Fields of Fornost, He frowns down at it, turning it and trying to think of a route to take. He pays no attention of the goings on around him.
Turchiron then looks up to Hithfaerwen and then across the fields, "There are?" He pauses for a moment, "Hm, Any idea what they may be? There's plenty of evil in these fields.."
Hithfaerwen looked up at him, then at the map, then back to the fields. "They were torches."
Hithfaerwen quietly chuckles. 'I do not know what beasts walk the Fields that have a fire-like glow to them... But I saw torch-light, I'm positive.'
Turchiron nods slowly, his eyes narrowing as he continues to look out toward the tower, He tucks the map into one of his (missing) pouches, "Hrm. I have a fair idea what it could potentially be, But the map requires us to head toward that tower. We need to tread with extreme caution." He turns to her, "I believe you, Not to worry. Come now, gather your things, say your goodbyes."
Turchiron heads back toward the tent and grabs his shield, he slings it over himself and rests it on his back.
Hithfaerwen had no one to really say goodbye to, but she nodded to those seated there - and headed down the steps.
Turchiron pulls up his hood, after casting a brief look at the men around the ruin, He follows up by pulling up his mask and heads toward Hithfaerwen.
Turchiron would have spoken when he turned to look at the men, "Potentially, Hard to tell from this distance, We shall go see and return in a moments notice, Worry not."
Turchiron turns to Hithfaerwen, "The men here will be fine, It is rare that creatures from the North venture this far south. We'll have to move on foot. Horses fear this land as much as men should."
Hithfaerwen doesn't look up to him, watching the fog roll across the too silent hills.
Turchiron trudges out onto the fields slowly and very carefully, He keeps a watch around them, a hand constantly resting on or near his sword.
Turchiron stops every now and then, casting a gaze around them. He would usher Hithfaerwen to be quiet when he does.
Hithfaerwen would walk as silent as she can, eyes on the fog ahead.
Hithfaerwen kept watching the fog - her eye scanning it. The occasional form made her heart race and her head turn wildly to catch whatever is 'watching' them. As they go on, she continues to grow uneasy.
Turchiron adjusts his mask, His angry gaze following the fog, He'd traveled this lands a few times in the past. Partially calmed by knowing what lay out there, but equally as frightened at the same knowledge. He notions Hithfaerwen to follow on. He doesn't speak, his grey eyes merely darting to various locations.
Turchiron pauses once more, the smell of something being burnt fills his nose, He casts a careful look around for the source of what it may be, Although difficult with the fog. He motions with his hands for Hithfaerwen to stay near the tree before he moves to the crest of the small hill to look ahead.
Turchiron kneels on top of the hill, gazing down at the ruin. The rubs an arm as the cold air passes by him, followed by a few sharp breaths, he casts a look back to Hithfaerwen and beckons her closer to him.
Hithfaerwen quietly stays put, watching him through the fog. The chill of the air made her gasp and place a hand over her heart. It was a feeling Hthfaerwen was not used to - along with that and the fog, the emptiness made her brow furrow. Her gaze looked up to Nethdir again in silent question.
Hithfaerwen walked forward, slowly kneeling next to him.
Turchiron continues kneeling, He whispers to Hithfaerwen as he hears her coming closer, "Below us is Amon Amrûn, An ancient temple of our people, laid to waste as the rest of the land. I suggest we try to avoid it." He draws forth the map from his pouch once more and looks down at it, "It'd be best to move around to the West and continue North.."
Hithfaerwen had her eye glued to the ruin. The uneasy look upon her face would explain her very emotion.
Turchiron casts one last look up to the ruin, before moving slowly to their right, He nudges Hithfaerwen on the arm as he passes, urging her to follow.
Hithfaerwen quickly followed.
Hithfaerwen felt herself freeze up at the girl's voice in the swirling fog. In this moment, she knew she could not steel herself like her Father would. Her heart started to race and her eye searched the fog.
Turchiron moves quickly to the ruined wall, A separate building than the temple, He glances everywhere as quickly as he can, beneath his mask would be horror, though he does his best to hide this for Hithfaerwen's sake.
Turchiron would turn back to Hithfaerwen and beckon her closer to him with a furious gesture.
Hithfaerwen hurried to his side, her eye meeting his. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Did.. You hear it.. too?"
Turchiron slowly slings his shield from his back and attaches it to his arm, Although it may not do good against shades, It gives him some level of comfort, Internally he is shaken, He doesn't speak to Hithfaerwen, merely nodding his head, He moves toward the ruined doorway.
Hithfaerwen followed him. Spotting the shadow of the shade - her body shook gently, catching up to him.
Turchiron stands in the doorway for a moment, He whispers, partially to Hithfaerwen and partially to himself, "Should have left you back at Amon Raith.." He looks forward toward the flash of light, He takes a shaky breath, trying his best to steel himself, "Stay close to me now. This will be the deciding time for our fate."
Hithfaerwen carefully squeezed his arm, but her hand went quickly to her knife at the flash. Her face was filled with fear, watching where the light came from. When the shriek followed it, Hithfaerwen let out a shaky breath.
Hithfaerwen felt her nose wrinkle as she walked. Her eye on the top of the tower before it followed the brickwork to the base.
Turchiron presses his mask firmer around his nose, hoping to keep out the now stronger burning smell. He slowed down dramatically as they approach the tower. He moves next to a nearby tree and waits there momentarily.
Turchiron draws his sword slowly and as quietly as he could. He notions for Hithfaerwen to stay here behind the tree. He steps out of cover and slowly approaches the tower with extreme caution. He keeps an eye around him as he goes.
Turchiron casts his gaze down to the ground, He kneels briefly, examining the grass around him. Tracks. A conclusion he comes to: Multiple movements. He thinks to himself. He stands, eyes glaring toward the tower. He doesn't turn back to Hithfaerwen, But slowly edges forward instead, Shield and sword slightly more prepared this time.
Hithfaerwen carefully watched him but her eyes went to the tower once more.
Turchiron peers into the ruined tower, his eyes glancing around at whatever may lie inside, He hesitates at the doorway.
Turchiron turns around briefly and beckons Hithfaerwen to come to him now. He waits for her by the doorway.
Hithfaerwen quietly walked her way from the tree to the doorway.
Hithfaerwen spoke softly. "Have you found anything?" When her eye met the wall, her brow furrowed.
Turchiron looks to Hithfaerwen, Speaking in a slight whisper, "Nothing here seemingly, We'll have a look around. Your 'fire men' must have moved on."
Hithfaerwen nods, looking over her shoulder for a moment, before back up to Nethdir.
Hithfaerwen looked to the half wall for a moment, starting to feel about the stone.
Turchiron looks around outside the tower, taking note of the tracks he'd found, following them slightly around.
Hithfaerwen felt herself drop! Down a dark tunnel, she went! But she made no sound as she fell on her behind at the bottom. "What the..?!"
Turchiron turns around abruptly and moves back toward the tower, looking around frantically, Calling out, although not too loudly, "Hithfaerwen?"
Turchiron enters the tower, he unstraps his shield and rests it on his back once more, He presses himself on the ground to listen before getting up and looking upward, his breathing becoming more frantic. He continues looking around for the source of the heavy moving noise. Eventually, he would move to the walls, pressing himself up against each of them and listening for a moment.
Nethdir iron slides down the trap door and ends up on his back in an open space, from up and behind him the Falconer's Tower can be seen. Soon he realizes he slid and fell on Hithfaerwen. They are under the cliff of the Tower but with no way to climb back. They can only go on!
Hithfaerwen feels his sudden weight - the world goes black!
