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| Deleted User | 20 Nov 2008, 08:54 AM Post #1 |
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In Rhun many say the trail would be forever haunted. Stories of warrior spirits wandering the barren lands forever lost in the landscape were told by travelers usually over a pint. Even in the Riddermark men spoke of it, both men of Rhun and Rohan together wanderers, it was a strange sort of bond. Fhaleen stood awake throughout the night with flame in hand lighting the way for his men. The cold winds howled through the night as if some great beast stalked the lands from all corners. Fear grip Fhaleen but he would no show it he could not his men, life and future depended on it, he would not stop now. The thunderous sound of horses woke him from his slumber but not enough to rise. In the distance he could hear yells though unable to make out the words still in a state of half sleep. They were no longer moving, pushing the body of a sleeping servant girl out of his way he leaned outside. The horse lords approaching in formation spears out as they closed in. "No." jumping out of the cart his men stand with their weapons in hand facing the Lords. The Lords now mere meters away as they rode in slowly, his men drew back anticipating the first blow. Running down the field of Fhaleen yelled "Lower your weapons do not attack, do not attack!" Drawing the attention of the Rohirrim Captian he rides out toward Fhaleen who continues down the line of men. Holding his spear now just inches from Fhaleen's throat the men behind Fhaleen slowly creep forward. "No! do not move hold yourselves." he yells turning his head slightly toward his men. "You are trespassing in the land of Rohan armed and with many say your business or pay with your life." the horselord speaks with anger never moving his spear. "I am Fhaleen Lord of Dorwinion and we are traders of the Kingdom of Rhun we seek barter with Rohan and of your people nothing more." "Lies." the horselord says dismounting as he approaches Fhaleen. "No messenger was ever dispatched to speak of such things and your band comes heavily armed." Now face to face he continues "And do not think we have forgotten whose side of the war you were on. Why should I not just kill you now and leave you here to rot?" Fhaleen took a deep breathe. Fhaleen had not forgotten that war and what it had taken from him and neither did his men. Anger swelled in him but under a face of stone he hid it. "Most messengers would dare not take the route through brownlands. I needed to show my people they had nothing to fear from the trail and the weapons gave them comfort. Your High King has declared peace with our peoples Master horselord and we honor that. What better way to extend our hand in friendship if not through trade?" The Captain gave Fhaleen a long stare trying to size the young Lord up. Finally he released the spear from Fhaleen's neck taking a step back. Signaling with his hands the Rohirrim pulled back their staffs into riding position many with sighs of relief. "Okay Master Easterling, we will escort you to the King if lay down your arms. These lands can be dangerous for men not from here." he said with a mocking tone. |
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