Of Songs and Slaying
Third Day of Elnu-Hamba (Elnu Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
Spearheads glint in the golden light of fading afternoon as the men around you start singing, one or two at first, then handfuls, households of captains and lesser lords and at last the whole company, verses of daring and of far traveling, of war and strife and plunder that had been heard upon a thousand shores and now rang out upon the very realms of the Anwari:
My mother told me,
that myself I shall buy
a ship and steady oars,
to sail afar with the Vikings,
to stand up at the prow,
steer the noble vessel,
set course out to sea,
slay one man and another,
slay one man and another.
At first from among your Fellowship there came only the steady steady clomp of hooves muffled by the course gray sand, but one by one the song caught them up and one by one they started first to clap along, for the horses knew the way and then to sing to half-understood words. You almost bid them stop, or give some sign to keep their eyes upon the path, to stay apart and keep their minds to the foe and not to dreams of plunder. Almost and yet you stay silent, for in the end strange though the company might be you are still all going to war and perilous is that path. Let those who might yet die together sing together while they have the chance:
The rasp strikes before the prow
of the vessel on its smooth path
with a chisel of hail,
the wicked enemy of the sky...
As the hours pass and the sun begins to sink ruddy on the face of the mountain to your right you hear from afar the calls of birds high and shill, like the cackling of crones, like the sound of iron scraping across stone. The horses toss their heads nervously and even silver looks about him with alarm, but there is nothing strange, nothing changed, the ships still follow the line of the shore and the shadows of the mountain still fall on a open path, then as you turn a corner about a plump of trees that grows almost as the water's edge, you see beyond a strange dark shape that you take at first to be a mount of driftwood carried on the tide, but Inge, whose eyes are sharper than yours even without sorcery suddenly calls out in sorrow and in fear into the suddenly still company:
"Giant, it's a giant!"
A giant it was indeed, but not as you had hoped for them, dead and laid upon the sand, the cold wind carried a all too familiar odor, death. Was it a sign set to frighten you? Did it mean the enemy was close? The warriors all about you erupted into shouts and questions, half of them stumbling to a halt while their fellows pushed them on, none more so than Negu.
"Forward! Forward ye craven swine! Are you afraid of a corpse? A sluggard in the straw and a warrior on the field, death will find you just the same, only that one shall be sung of and the other cursed!" he extolled his men and they seemed to find heart in it.
"Hold!" you shout in turn. "Hold! Not all that fall lie easy!"
No sooner had you spoken the words that the fallen giant shudders with unnatural vigor and starts to stumble to its feet, brackish water flowing around its bloated legs and at the same time from the shrubland to your right the sound of horns rings out and the sound like the calls from earlier, but now filled with a hateful chanting.
A misshapen shadow, winged and taloned, covered in matted fur blackened scale shrieked down upon battlefield and terror was in
its voice such that it send John and Hugh's Steeds near to flight and all about you the company of warriors seemed to have lost all the courage of the song or the haranguing of their lord. It seemed to you then that all that saved you from a ruinous charge was that the men of Korman who had revealed themselves in ambush was the fact that they too had been set to fright by their damnable 'ally'. But they were still ready for the charge while the shield wall was only now forming...
What does the Fellowship do in the battle?
[] Charge home into the ranks of the ambushing mortal warriors, there are but a few of you, but they have never faced an armored charge
[] Face the dead giant, blessed weapons and sorcery will be of great use there
[] Battle the flying horror when it comes around for another pass
OOC: Well it seems your luck is turning again, the enemy botched their ambush and Roland's perception proved itself useful once more.