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Nogrod · 03-22-2006, 01:52 PM

“I agree with being careful, and I agree with keeping nearer to each other. But I would insist us to keep a fair pace anyhow. At least now, there seems to be plenty of open land in the direction those two have hurried to. Maybe we slow down a bit before those woods over there – if they are maintaining their direction, and we eventually end up there.” Sythric answered, looking at all the three others, trying to hide his suspicions and fears that had immediately started to pile up in his head.

“I propose Raedwald goes in front, for he’s a real wizard when it comes to tracking. Either of you, Meghan or Eostre, if you have any of those skills, ride beside him. I’ll leap first somewhat to the left flank of you three, just to be able to see, if there is anything nearer the river to be worth noticing. I’ll be back at your side in no time.” Sythric glanced at Radwald, who nodded in agreement.

Sythric took to full speed, riding towards the river, heading a bit backwards. Then, approaching the shoreline, he started slowing down a bit, turning little by little southwards. As he rode forwards, he studied the undergrowth and the surroundings with watchful eyes for any mark of an ambush being prepared from there. So it seems they were not running away from something then. Well, that’s the good news. And what might be the bad news then...If not away from, then after something? Soon he ended up riding at somewhat parallel line with the others – a little behind, some hundred yards from them, quite near the sparse trees and bushes by the side of the river. There seemed to be nothing of interest there. If not away from, then after something?So what could it be?What on Middle-Earth could they be running after then?He had been so sure to find tracks beside the river, some mop-up group trying to ambush the last survivors or scouts. But no, that clearly wasn’t the case. But they wouldn’t have rushed themselves over a whole orc-party either, they wouldn’t be such fools, even angered or depressed. Had they seen orcs, or easterlings, they would have turned back. Surely they would. Osmod would have turned. Fion would.

He started to increase his pace and to angle towards the others, encouraging Thydrë to make all the fun out of it. When she was not tired, she really loved to make some speed. And now she really made some.

03-22-2006, 01:52 PM	#235
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	“I agree with being careful, and I agree with keeping nearer to each other. But I would insist us to keep a fair pace anyhow. At least now, there seems to be plenty of open land in the direction those two have hurried to. Maybe we slow down a bit before those woods over there – if they are maintaining their direction, and we eventually end up there.” Sythric answered, looking at all the three others, trying to hide his suspicions and fears that had immediately started to pile up in his head. “I propose Raedwald goes in front, for he’s a real wizard when it comes to tracking. Either of you, Meghan or Eostre, if you have any of those skills, ride beside him. I’ll leap first somewhat to the left flank of you three, just to be able to see, if there is anything nearer the river to be worth noticing. I’ll be back at your side in no time.” Sythric glanced at Radwald, who nodded in agreement. Sythric took to full speed, riding towards the river, heading a bit backwards. Then, approaching the shoreline, he started slowing down a bit, turning little by little southwards. As he rode forwards, he studied the undergrowth and the surroundings with watchful eyes for any mark of an ambush being prepared from there. So it seems they were not running away from something then. Well, that’s the good news. And what might be the bad news then...If not away from, then after something? Soon he ended up riding at somewhat parallel line with the others – a little behind, some hundred yards from them, quite near the sparse trees and bushes by the side of the river. There seemed to be nothing of interest there. If not away from, then after something?So what could it be?What on Middle-Earth could they be running after then?He had been so sure to find tracks beside the river, some mop-up group trying to ambush the last survivors or scouts. But no, that clearly wasn’t the case. But they wouldn’t have rushed themselves over a whole orc-party either, they wouldn’t be such fools, even angered or depressed. Had they seen orcs, or easterlings, they would have turned back. Surely they would. Osmod would have turned. Fion would. He started to increase his pace and to angle towards the others, encouraging Thydrë to make all the fun out of it. When she was not tired, she really loved to make some speed. And now she really made some.