The Forest

[Stormbringer]

The woods whisper to me,
The whispers of pain and sorrow,
The rain will come soon ,you see
And wash away tomorrow.
The grass will grow tall,
And Tree and vine will take,
This is the truth of the Call,
No city walls they make,
To remove what was made,
The Tree and Vine will take
The Tree and Vine will take

[Stormbringer]

Eariwyn and the other smelled the smoke long before the reached the village. The small group of hunters rushed into the village. Eariwyn paused when he saw the simple huts on the ground burning. His eyes widened at the sight unsure as to what would do this. The elders and hunters steered clear of confrontations with the Orc's. He cautiously made his way from hut to hut as the others did the same. Gently closing the eyes of the dead he found. he said a prayer to Solonor over each. He asked the few with him to start preparing them as he moved on to search for the elders.

He paused at the base of the great oak where they resided and watched over the village. Looking up to the boughs he new what he would find, even before climbing what was left of the vine ladder to the platform. Scorched marks on the tree was all that was left of the flaming arrows that had been used. Reaching the platform he knelt by Cioran, his father, and laid a hand on his forehead. He let out an audible sigh and closed the Elders eyes. Checking the body for wounds, he knew from the twisted limbs it was not flaming arrows but magic that did this. He quick search and he found his mother, Isterra, and the others the same. He called down to the others for help lowering the dead to the ground.

He looked over the village from the platform and the others gathered what would be needed to lower them and saw little left. Nearly all the stock of food was gone, what remained was burned. Weapons broken and bent, shields and armor ripped asunder. He took a calming breath and followed the trail the large group made as they headed west out of the High Forest. Looking down to the others as the climbed up. They set about the task of seeing to their dead. His eyes would from time to time glance westward as they prepared. Others looked to him for guidance, while some spoke of heading deeper into the forest.

After seeing to the dead and spending half the night in prayer to Solonor. Eariwyn laid a single arrow on each of the graves. He stood slowly and turned to the others, his mind made up. "I dol Numen ale' those tanya ume sina. Let i' ones Rhun sinta mani has marte sinome sina re. Manka lle dethole aut- yassen amin, sinta amin bela dina. " With that he picked up his bow and headed westwards following the trail after them. Resting only when he was to exhausted to continue.