A winding path laid ahead of the band of Eorlings, following the route to a frozen now little stream. One could not see much of its final destination but it would take them up hill and toward the mountain. Recently fallen snow has made passage even more difficult, their steps more unsure, as unstable and treacherous terrain awaits hiding under a piles of pure white snow. Trails or tracks were also covered under the snow. As the cold wind blew, one could think he heard a distant incoherent mumble, one that would wrap your heart with a sense of danger.
Régnwald advanced a step forth, peering into the distance with eyes narrowed as chains, a hand clad in chain and leather would point towards the snowy path ahead of the war-band. ''Now the situation as it stands is this...'' he paused, clearing his throat ''Fréondas, now it's our time to fulfill the deed that has befallen on our path. We've to move like shadows.''
Faerhild listened to Régnwald and then gestured at the stream, "The path is covered by snow, yet it follows the stream. It is is steep, but I have faith we can make it. Perhaps if we follow one another, to avoid loose rocks. Remember to check your step before you put weight on your foot."
Aeschere approached and put a hand on Faerhild's shoulder, ''This is the time we've been craving for. I know for sure Thrymm is in there, I have put my belief in your words.''
Zaiweyn walked over to the bunch, looking warily at them. "If you fear treacherous way, we could tie ourselves with a rope at waist each, that way we would have more balance over all"
Yrmenlaf snorted and talked murmuring. ''I wish I could just cut all of those orc throats... I hate sneaking around.''
Yrminas by luck or an natural born talent for being inconspicuous, maybe even just being ignored for most part had found his way along with Régnwald's men. He was casting a dry glance on the stone structure and decided to pull his helmet over his head. Deciding since departure for the first time to speak he whispered, "Mind your step, snow often cracks beneath boots."
Eorcan looked at the bunch, keeping quiet as he's new to the group.
Régnwald gazed at his side, eyes set on Faerhild for the barest of moments and he turned around only to find Ethelweard, a rider from Forlaw who followed Yrmenlaf. ''Horses may not go further, so you'll take their care, aye.'' as his words were sunk in, he edged himself near the others, ''Head on we must. The hour grows late.'' it was spoken stoutly.
Gydgar looked around from underneath his helm, readying his shield up and down as his hand closed and opened. He followed along, deciding to take a place further towards the back of the group.
Aeschere up and followed the tall captain down the hill, offering a sharp glance and a nod to his comrade from Forlaw who is gathering the horses together.
Faerhild glanced at Zaiweyn, "The first part is not that steep, until we walk through a ravine. The trees grow even along the steep climb, so it is not as if we must climb toward the sky. Nonetheless it is a trecherous path, so one can not be overly cautious." She strode alongside Reénwald, gesturing the path for him while she made a few remarks about it.
Zaiweyn raised a brow, head tilted somewhat, absolutely clueless to the point of words just said. Shrugging it off, she just wait for everyone to move, herself a bit on the side from everyone, trying to walk quietly and having her pale coat mask the movements in this snowy area.
Régnwald spared a silent bow of his head, and head cocked to the side, split by a faint, rueful grin. ''Stay vigil. And follow me.'' he walked heavily on the snowy path, his boots of supple leather leaving marks in the ground, and the sound of clinking iron, heralding the message of approaching Eorling band.
Gydgar followed along the path, his heavy boots digging through the snow infront of him and leaving a fairly deep 'trench' for others to walk through if any followed him.
The company of warriors was lead deeper within the mountains, through a small ravine. By the path that Faerhild unfailingly followed ran a small stream. Soon though the road ahead would become steep, requiring to climb up the frozen now formations of the rocks. It's been a good six hours of hiking and climbing up the mountain until the company made it to the top of the mountain. No sun would shine and the sky was grey, it should be noon soon. As you peek around the last of the trees a wide plateau is revealed in front of you. The old ruined fort stands in the middle of it, its solid stone mass dominating the white and still landscape. An uneasy feeling of stillness and silence surrounds you, as you lay eyes upon the baren land ahead and you soon realize there is no sign of animals around you. Then the cold wind blows and brings a foul scent to your nostrils, that of rotten flesh mixed with orc filth. On top of the walls of the ruin, you can see dark figures patrolling...
