The Meeting Point
Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2020 10:40 am
Eofor stamped his feet against the cold and leant back further into the hollow tree hoping to stave the chill off. It had been a cold camp after a long march but if the Ranger was on time then he should make it back to the Ravens Wing before dark. Heimir had offered to come out with him but the wound was still healing and Eofor knew the cold would trouble it so had left him recovering in the Inn.
The fight in the woods had been a lot harder than they had expected, the local bandits usually threw down their arms at the sight of the two of them but this lot had fought like cornered badgers.
Heimir had taken the arrow early in the fray but hidden behind the shelter of the wide war board Eofor had charged and battered them up close. No time for fancy spear play then, just the block and cut.
The leader had been the best of the bunch, until Eofor had brained him with a back swing. The brute had come to half an hour later bound to a tree with a very irate Heimir ready to ask some stern questions. In the end the Hillman had a quicker death than he deserved. But the hunters had come away with what the Dunedain had asked for and maybe more.
He looked down at the package in his hands and smiled, personally he felt that the reprisal they had doled out was a better balm than the return of any token but then he was a man whose vengeance was legend....
The fight in the woods had been a lot harder than they had expected, the local bandits usually threw down their arms at the sight of the two of them but this lot had fought like cornered badgers.
Heimir had taken the arrow early in the fray but hidden behind the shelter of the wide war board Eofor had charged and battered them up close. No time for fancy spear play then, just the block and cut.
The leader had been the best of the bunch, until Eofor had brained him with a back swing. The brute had come to half an hour later bound to a tree with a very irate Heimir ready to ask some stern questions. In the end the Hillman had a quicker death than he deserved. But the hunters had come away with what the Dunedain had asked for and maybe more.
He looked down at the package in his hands and smiled, personally he felt that the reprisal they had doled out was a better balm than the return of any token but then he was a man whose vengeance was legend....
