Post by Alden J. Blethen on Feb 11, 2012 17:51:32 GMT -8
Llue runs the whetstone along the length of Foe Reaver's edge. His bag is full of talons and other tricks he's picked up over the years of his life. He breaths deeply as he hones the edge of his large axe, bringing it to the proper sharpness.
"Gram," he says in Welsh, what was their "secret language, "I might be seeing you soon. We're building a new cearn today and I might not make it through the night. I have strong friends at my side and back, but ya never know. I ask that you send somebody to help my soul find peace, or it's way back into the cycle. I prey to Gaia that we are successful tonight, and that not to many lives are lost. I prey that Guy has the power he needs and the strength of the Garou there are up for the chance.
When I whet my flashing axe and my hand takes hold in judgment, I shall take vengeance upon mine enemies and I will repay those who hate me"
Great Gaia, let thy will be done, Amen"
Slowly he gets to his feet, dons his armor, secures his axe, straightens his torc, and steps across the Gauntlet, a howl of joy and praise on his lips.
"Gram," he says in Welsh, what was their "secret language, "I might be seeing you soon. We're building a new cearn today and I might not make it through the night. I have strong friends at my side and back, but ya never know. I ask that you send somebody to help my soul find peace, or it's way back into the cycle. I prey to Gaia that we are successful tonight, and that not to many lives are lost. I prey that Guy has the power he needs and the strength of the Garou there are up for the chance.
When I whet my flashing axe and my hand takes hold in judgment, I shall take vengeance upon mine enemies and I will repay those who hate me"
Great Gaia, let thy will be done, Amen"
Slowly he gets to his feet, dons his armor, secures his axe, straightens his torc, and steps across the Gauntlet, a howl of joy and praise on his lips.