His manhood had shrunk up tight, and his bladder felt as though it had been tighed in knots. Krell stood up straight, though his shoulders were round and hunched. He was taller than most, a couple inches over six feet in height, and other Hillmen would frown up at the lad with some envy. Krell knew he'd been given a good start in life, a good body to see him through. He'd reckoned himself a good fighter, even if he hadn't been in more than a scrap or two in the villages. Didn't matter to him, aslong as he'd come out the victor and all the girls had known.
Taevun looked up at him and gave a smile. "Don't worry boy, you're only following a monster around.." He had a wicked sort of grin on his face, one Krell usually had when mocking the shorter boys. "I'm not worried." He replied, nudging his bollocks with his hand to check they'd not been replaced with damp stones. Taevun saw, and laughed. "You're gonna' need more stones'n that, boy." He looked away, out into the rough stretch of land ahead of him.
Some strange kind of chanting echoed up the sloping banks of grey rubble, and Krell felt Taevun's bow jerk into his side. "Eyes open, lad.." He grumbled, his face had taken a more serious tone. A woman, garbed in tattered burgundy robes, slid her way up the slopes. Feet moving soft and smooth, but by contrast to the man beside her anything looked soft and smooth.
He wasn't a tall man, maybe shorter than average, but he was build like an auroch. Large, rounded shoulders protruded angrily from his ragged clothing. Burgundy once more, and in even worse a state than the womans, but instead of robes he wore the remnants of armour. A rough looking bodice of metal covered his stomach, the rest a mixture of leather and rags.
Krell found himself staring at the mans eyes, even if only one of them was real. His right had been torn out, along with most of the socket and brow. In it's place sat a large, blood-red stone. As he grew closer Krell could make out markings etched into the gemstome, though in a language unknown to his teachings. A smell travelled with him too, nothing too foul but a lingering stench.
Taevun shuffled forwards, and bowed low. "Mistress Lesburr." He announced, Krell followed after and bowed down silent. "Taevun." She said, her voice was like a lovers whisper, and raised a hand for them to stand. "This is boy, I presume?"
Taevun nodded eagerly. "Aye. Krell's the lads name." The tall lad felt himself drawn forward. "Krell." came Lesburr's purring voice. "A good name, a strong name. Do you have what it takes to follow the Eye of Creoth, child?"
His manhood felt ready to fall off, and his bladders ready to burst. He wasn't sure who to fear the most, the beautiful mistress or the leashed dog. He gave a strong nod of his head. "I am."
"Good" she inched closer, her feet making no noise. "This is Brulk. You may know him as Wight-Eye. You're to follow him, learn from him.." Krell looked over her shoulder, this Brulk looked more like a Hill-beast than a man. "You're to open your eyes, like he has.." She smiled, placing a soft hand upon his cheek.
