With a slight smile on his lips, he takes out the book from it's hiding place. Making sure there is nobody in the Convent of the Order, he quickly puts the plank back on his place, hiding the secret cavity underneath the floor. With the book held close to him, he near the fireplace and opens the book, picking out a chapter randomly. On top of the page, there stands written "Fairlain" in black, gracious letters. Remembering this as a quite recent reaction, he starts reading the text written down on the old, yellowish parchment of the old book...
The sun was just shining down it's soft rays on the earth, when Lindovor and I broke camp and left... Finally, some light after five days of continuous rain! The sunlight felt great on our skin, yet it promised to become a cold day, as their was no warmth hidden in its light. We hoped to reach Ost Guruth at dusk, so we spurred our horses to a slow gallop. None of us two spoke though, since we were still thinking of my encounter the evening before. "What are those easterlings doing here, I wonder..." said Lindovor. Although he had a friendly smile resting on his lips, I heard his concern in his words. "You ask me this, my friend, as you know as well as I do that I have no faint idea. Nonetheless, we better be ready, in case those easterlings find an interest in us." Lindovor nodded and we both readied our blades, so that we could draw them in the blink of an eye. I myself made sure that I could draw my two handed sword as well, in case trouble would find us...
A couple of hours later, we rode into the shadow of Amon Sûl, the ancient watchtower. We could not hinder but to notice that distressing, restless feeling inside of us. The mystery of this ancient, ruined watchtower still lingers on the surrounding lands, even after such long time. But suddenly, I saw how Lindovor pulled his reins hard, stopping his horse. Wild shaking his head, the steed showed his disapproval of the brute action of his rider, but eventually stopped. "Turgur, over there!" I followed the direction of his index finger and noticed a figure laying at the base of Amon Sûl. As Lindovor rode towards the figure, I already drew my two handed sword and started scanning the area for the possible assailants... When I came closer, I noticed the curving of a woman's body. "She's still alive?" I asked from underneath my closed helmet. Lindovor nodded quickly and slowly turned the body around. A surprised, silent gasp left his lips as he recognised the body. "Oh by all that's holy, what happened to you, my dear Fairlain!?" He tried to rub most of the dirt from her body, nearly like a madman. I quickly turned my eyes away as I saw the twisted position of her arm, yet I wondered how she could have survived what appeared to be a fall from the ruins of the watchtower.
Not much time was given to us though... The screams and curses came from our right side, coming down the road. The tongue could be recognised out of thousands... "Easterlings!" I said... Suddenly, I felt how a cold, all devouring hate filled me. I dismounted quickly and lead my horse towards Lindovor. "My friend, bring her back to the Convent. Ride hard, and do not look behind. I shall buy you time and if possible, make them pay for what they did to lady Fairlain. Use my horse as a reserve." Lindovor simply nodded and together, we lifted her in the saddle of his horse. He immediately mounted his steed as well and held her close to him, so that she would not fall during the ride home. "Be careful, Turgur." I simply answered with a hearty laugh underneath my helmet and smacked my armoured hand on the rear of the horse, making it jump forward to ride away. Looking at them for one final moment, I raised my blade and turned to the easterlings...
Six men ran at me, their weapons raised up in the air as they came towards me. "You had your amusement with lady Fairlain, now let's see how well you men shall enjoy the steel of my blade! I stand before you here, as the last thing you will behold in your life! For Tilogorn!" I shouted, taunting them, and I ran towards them, my blade held behind me... My first opponent I faced got cleaved instantly, his light leather garb offering no resistance to the razor sharp edge of my blade and the force that was put in the blow. My sword went through his body from his right thigh and left his body at his left shoulder. I continued to run towards my next opponent, who was shocked to see his companion being killed so easily. Using the momentum of my first blow, I swung my sword over my head and smashed it down for my left upper side. A roar of rage and anger escaped my lips, as my blade easily pushed away the short blade of the easterling, killing my second opponent. Blood poured out of his opened chest and I softly heard the sounds of him choking in his own blood...
They understood they could certainly not win from me when they would face me one by one. My next two opponents I faced, sent their blades down at me together. I parried one sword easily, yet the other one hit me on the shoulder. It was a good thing I decided to wear my heavy armour, for the force of the blow was absorbed by the heavy steel shoulder guard and guided the blade away from my shoulder. I smacked my pommel against the man's nose in response, breaking it with a soft snap. Blood gushed out as he stumbled backwards with a loud scream, giving me the opportunity to attack my other opponent. He saw a gap in my defence when I broke his friend's nose, and lunged his blade forward... I was lucky I wore my riveted chain mail, for it stopped the blade for entering my chest. The lunge had enough force though, so I felt how one of my ribs broke. Angered even more by the hit, I sent my armoured right hand clutched to a fist forward and hit the man hard on the helmet. I then lunged my blade forward and it easily pierced his unprotected throat. I did not even withdraw my blade from my opponent as I left him to choke on the ground, when I turned to the easterling with the broken nose...
Despite his screams for help, his other two remaining friends noticed this was a fight they would most likely not win. Frozen by fear, they saw how I stepped to their friend with the broken nose. I easily dodged his futile attempt to cut me with blade, and countered him by kicking him on his left knee hard. With a loud scream of pain, he dropped on the ground. "I told you I would be the last thing you'd see in your miserable life! Now eat this, worm!" Without blinking, I kicked my armoured boot in his face... His skull broke underneath the force of the kick, leaving nothing but a bloody mess behind. I took back my two handed sword and walked slowly to the other two... With the courage only men in a desperate situation could find, they did charge me after all... The fight we had was short but intense. I killed them both, by beheading one and by cleaving the chest of the other easterling. Yet I did not make it out without a scratch as well... A broken rib and a stab in my left leg is what I got. But I had avenged lady Fairlain, that is what mattered...
Turgur smiles slightly as he finished reading the memory. Slowly, he closes the book again and puts it away in the cavity underneath the floor. Making sure nobody could ever see the hiding place, he finally stands up and eyes the hiding place with a content smile. "I'll see you soon, good friend..." He leaves the room with firm steps, rubbing his chest absently...
