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Carrûn · 12-03-2003, 05:54 PM

Awyrgan - Rangers

Awyrgan and Tane arrived at the outskirts of the village without incident. The older Ranger hastly tied his horse to a tree. Awyrgan shifted. He didn't feel much like standing around aimlessly. Tane turned to him. "Where is the leader's tent?"

Awyrgan tried unsucessfuly to appear indifferent. "I can take you there in a few minutes."

The pair locked eyes briefly. Tane spoke. "No. I want you to stay here and watch out for the hillmen. We still don't know if they know and what they'll do with the knowledge. The settlers have their own people, but they're not as good as you. If the hillmen do start something I want to be the first one to know about it." Awyrgan's eyebrows raised and his mouth opened slightly. "You will go to your post." Awyrgan's dropped his green gaze as his mouth snapped shut. He sighed.

"Thorgil is... Thorgil's body is there," he pointed off to one edge of the settlement. "The tent is on the edge of the village, by the forest edge. If you go straight from here you'll pass a knee high rock sticking out of the ground about one hundred paces from the tent. The tent is brown." Tane nodded and left.

Watch out for the hillmen. Tane's words echoed in his mind. Awyrgan doubted any would be found close to the camp, at least not yet. Still, nothing could be taken for granted. He coughed slightly. It was cold. Mounting his horse he road off, circling back and forth amongst the village outskirts.

He had just returned when Tane came hurrying back to where he had tied his horse. "Awyrgan, Alearindu and I are going to take Thorgil's body back to camp. Day after tomorrow we'll head out to bury him. I want you to stay till tomorrow night and then come back unless something happens that needs you to return sooner," Tane spoke as he gathered back together his gear and was already strapping up Skit when he had finished speaking.

There was nothing else to be said. "I understand," Awyrgan quickly clasped Tane's hand then helped him gear up. The man road off leaving Awyrgan alone. He felt a sudden urge for solitude.

Leaving his site he strode aimlessly off into the wilderness, his thoughts dwelling on the dead Ranger.

Pausing, he leaned against a tree. Then in a burst of anger he thrust a knife into it. The soft pine gave way easily and weapon buried itself nearly up to the hilt. He sat down.

A tear ran down the chasm on his face like a recently opened spring in a valley. He flicked at the scar, brushing them away. Drawing his pipe from his pouch he lit it and sat smokening in silence. The smoke and tears stung his face and the smouldering of the leaf matched the burning in his heart.

[ 6:54 PM December 03, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]

12-03-2003, 05:54 PM	#69
Carrûn Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Behind you, counting to 3 Posts: 234	Awyrgan - Rangers Awyrgan and Tane arrived at the outskirts of the village without incident. The older Ranger hastly tied his horse to a tree. Awyrgan shifted. He didn't feel much like standing around aimlessly. Tane turned to him. "Where is the leader's tent?" Awyrgan tried unsucessfuly to appear indifferent. "I can take you there in a few minutes." The pair locked eyes briefly. Tane spoke. "No. I want you to stay here and watch out for the hillmen. We still don't know if they know and what they'll do with the knowledge. The settlers have their own people, but they're not as good as you. If the hillmen do start something I want to be the first one to know about it." Awyrgan's eyebrows raised and his mouth opened slightly. "You will go to your post." Awyrgan's dropped his green gaze as his mouth snapped shut. He sighed. "Thorgil is... Thorgil's body is there," he pointed off to one edge of the settlement. "The tent is on the edge of the village, by the forest edge. If you go straight from here you'll pass a knee high rock sticking out of the ground about one hundred paces from the tent. The tent is brown." Tane nodded and left. Watch out for the hillmen. Tane's words echoed in his mind. Awyrgan doubted any would be found close to the camp, at least not yet. Still, nothing could be taken for granted. He coughed slightly. It was cold. Mounting his horse he road off, circling back and forth amongst the village outskirts. He had just returned when Tane came hurrying back to where he had tied his horse. "Awyrgan, Alearindu and I are going to take Thorgil's body back to camp. Day after tomorrow we'll head out to bury him. I want you to stay till tomorrow night and then come back unless something happens that needs you to return sooner," Tane spoke as he gathered back together his gear and was already strapping up Skit when he had finished speaking. There was nothing else to be said. "I understand," Awyrgan quickly clasped Tane's hand then helped him gear up. The man road off leaving Awyrgan alone. He felt a sudden urge for solitude. Leaving his site he strode aimlessly off into the wilderness, his thoughts dwelling on the dead Ranger. Pausing, he leaned against a tree. Then in a burst of anger he thrust a knife into it. The soft pine gave way easily and weapon buried itself nearly up to the hilt. He sat down. A tear ran down the chasm on his face like a recently opened spring in a valley. He flicked at the scar, brushing them away. Drawing his pipe from his pouch he lit it and sat smokening in silence. The smoke and tears stung his face and the smouldering of the leaf matched the burning in his heart. [ 6:54 PM December 03, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ] __________________ "Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."