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Farael · 03-17-2006, 10:13 PM

Fion joined Osmod and they quickly left the village. It was a terrible sight and both men were shaken, even if they had not stayed there long. They rode in silence, barely exchanging quick comments about the best road to take. Sythric had told them they should keep moving south, trying to stay close to the river but not following it directly.

After a while, Osmod started to feel better. The fresh air and wide open spaces quickly erased the gloom and horror of the burnt town. Looking at Fion who had fallen a little behind, he was surprised to see him looking sad. He assumed it was the village what kept him worried. After all, Osmod had had the whole night to come to terms with the cruelty and horror of it all. Not enough time, not nearly so, but at least enough so that it would not hold him back from the task at hand.

”You know, Fion… I understand how you feel. It is not easy, and I also fear that others will laugh at me if I talk about my feelings. I mean, look at me… I am supposed to be the leader and sometimes I just don’t know what I’m leading you all into. How would you all feel if on top of that I started to talk about my fears?” He chuckled, although it sounded forced, fake ”I even dreamt about it last night, my friend. The orcs and the fighting… and still I did not feel brave, I was scared. We are all scared, my friend… but it will do you no good to keep your fears bottled up inside you” Osmod slowed his horse down, almost to a stop ”Are you preoccupied because of what I think you are?”

Osmod smiled at Fion, trying his best not to look condescend. The burnt town had scared him greatly and he had had nightmares about it during the night. He felt as if he would never manage to forget the feeling of despair that overcame him when he saw all that needless death. It was not like the stories he had heard his grandfather tell.

Before Fion had a chance to speak up, Osmod turned sharply to his right. There had been the slightest of sounds, something he had heard so many times before that his brain was telling him to ignore it yet…. “Hooves!! That’s a horse and running away from us quite fast. Let’s go Fion, we need to get to those orcs before they reach their camp.”

Without looking back, Osmod sent his horse on a gallop towards where the sound was coming from. He had a lot of ground to make up for, but his only hope was to reach them before they managed to alert the rest. Whoever it had been, they could not be trusted.

03-17-2006, 10:13 PM	#224
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	Bregoware Fion joined Osmod and they quickly left the village. It was a terrible sight and both men were shaken, even if they had not stayed there long. They rode in silence, barely exchanging quick comments about the best road to take. Sythric had told them they should keep moving south, trying to stay close to the river but not following it directly. After a while, Osmod started to feel better. The fresh air and wide open spaces quickly erased the gloom and horror of the burnt town. Looking at Fion who had fallen a little behind, he was surprised to see him looking sad. He assumed it was the village what kept him worried. After all, Osmod had had the whole night to come to terms with the cruelty and horror of it all. Not enough time, not nearly so, but at least enough so that it would not hold him back from the task at hand. ”You know, Fion… I understand how you feel. It is not easy, and I also fear that others will laugh at me if I talk about my feelings. I mean, look at me… I am supposed to be the leader and sometimes I just don’t know what I’m leading you all into. How would you all feel if on top of that I started to talk about my fears?” He chuckled, although it sounded forced, fake ”I even dreamt about it last night, my friend. The orcs and the fighting… and still I did not feel brave, I was scared. We are all scared, my friend… but it will do you no good to keep your fears bottled up inside you” Osmod slowed his horse down, almost to a stop ”Are you preoccupied because of what I think you are?” Osmod smiled at Fion, trying his best not to look condescend. The burnt town had scared him greatly and he had had nightmares about it during the night. He felt as if he would never manage to forget the feeling of despair that overcame him when he saw all that needless death. It was not like the stories he had heard his grandfather tell. Before Fion had a chance to speak up, Osmod turned sharply to his right. There had been the slightest of sounds, something he had heard so many times before that his brain was telling him to ignore it yet…. “Hooves!! That’s a horse and running away from us quite fast. Let’s go Fion, we need to get to those orcs before they reach their camp.” Without looking back, Osmod sent his horse on a gallop towards where the sound was coming from. He had a lot of ground to make up for, but his only hope was to reach them before they managed to alert the rest. Whoever it had been, they could not be trusted.