Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 10, 2013 16:21:26 GMT
Steinholf knelt in prayer.
"I have received your vision Mother of War, Goddess of the sea. I have sent runners to the tribes to call forth the moot, at this moot I will relay your vision and council the Cheiftens of your will and desire. I only hope I have struck the truth of the vision you sent me and do not lead my brothers and sisters astray. If I have read your message wrong I ask you punish me for my insolence in believing myself capable of understanding your divine insight and punish not my brothers and sisters who may listen to my un-wise council. I Know I am not your favored child, being a man I could not be. However I pray that the blood I have spilt and the wars I have waged in your name has gained me at least a modicum of your favor. I feel your power flow through me, my casting bourne of your power has yet to fail and in that I take solace.
I know not what the future you forsee holds but your sons and daughters of war will stand before it ready to spill blood and wage war in your name. I have heard rumors of the plague that is civilization growing in the south, even more disturbing is the rumor that they throw arcane power about without a thought or care. Every day I thank You for the creation of the Order of Odin, and every day I thank the brothers and sisters that agree to become clanless to protect us from the powers wielded by the casters born of our tribes. It is with this in mind that I saw fit to send to the Order for a caster to council us in the coming days, so we may be better prepared for what we face when confronting the southron scourge. I have no doubt in my mind that once they taste the iron of Nisengard and the blood of their warriors feeds the ground they will have no choice but to send their casters against us. Those casters, untrained and left to their own devices will bend like stalks in one of Your winds my Goddess, when faced with the discipline imposed on the casters of Odin.
I again ask for your blessings, may my faith be my armor, my devotion be my strength, and may my hammer spill blood in Your name."
"I have received your vision Mother of War, Goddess of the sea. I have sent runners to the tribes to call forth the moot, at this moot I will relay your vision and council the Cheiftens of your will and desire. I only hope I have struck the truth of the vision you sent me and do not lead my brothers and sisters astray. If I have read your message wrong I ask you punish me for my insolence in believing myself capable of understanding your divine insight and punish not my brothers and sisters who may listen to my un-wise council. I Know I am not your favored child, being a man I could not be. However I pray that the blood I have spilt and the wars I have waged in your name has gained me at least a modicum of your favor. I feel your power flow through me, my casting bourne of your power has yet to fail and in that I take solace.
I know not what the future you forsee holds but your sons and daughters of war will stand before it ready to spill blood and wage war in your name. I have heard rumors of the plague that is civilization growing in the south, even more disturbing is the rumor that they throw arcane power about without a thought or care. Every day I thank You for the creation of the Order of Odin, and every day I thank the brothers and sisters that agree to become clanless to protect us from the powers wielded by the casters born of our tribes. It is with this in mind that I saw fit to send to the Order for a caster to council us in the coming days, so we may be better prepared for what we face when confronting the southron scourge. I have no doubt in my mind that once they taste the iron of Nisengard and the blood of their warriors feeds the ground they will have no choice but to send their casters against us. Those casters, untrained and left to their own devices will bend like stalks in one of Your winds my Goddess, when faced with the discipline imposed on the casters of Odin.
I again ask for your blessings, may my faith be my armor, my devotion be my strength, and may my hammer spill blood in Your name."