The Precipice

After so long… the destination is before us. Ca’armine feels deeply. He cannot deny the fear– this team has faced horrible dangers and lived, but now they are preparing to assault the keep of their long-sought foe, attack his stronghold, force the confrontation. Complete victory, he knows, will be a miracle.

During his watch he contemplates each of his companions in turn. Alexis, who has transcended his magic-trained mentality, by accepting Raiden as his protector and guide. He smiles, warmly, feeling the genuine joy of the blossoming of his relationship with the team leader. He and Alexis are synchronized now, through the blessings of Raiden. He looks at Gus, and realizes that Gus will do anything to preserve his team and achieve the goal. Uncomplicated, undramatic, focused, and powerful– though he does not utter the Holy Name, he is a child of Raiden and Raiden loves him dearly. Is Ethelred even sleeping? His eyes are closed, but Ca’armine sees them moving behind his eyelids. Studying a scroll that is only scribed in his mind. Ca’armine shakes his head in wonder. Red is so different from Ca’armine, but also just as dedicated as any of them, to solving the puzzle and defeating the foe. Then Rask, his first true comrade in this band. The road Rask has traveled! He feels pride, sinful as it is, in the distance Rask has traveled. He reminds himself that, though he provided guidance and encouragement, the true toil of soul was Rask’s alone. Though Ca’armine cast the ritual, if Rask had not had the strength of mind and heart to throw off the Black Blade and Zithrak, this adventure would have been a short one indeed. Now the team knows that Rask will carry them to victory if it is with his last breath.

He looks up. Inspired, he prays: Raiden, show me myself. Show me, what I would see from outside myself.

Determination and focus. Belief, in Raiden and in the righteousness of the cause he is so close to completing, this night. There is a blurriness there too, a leap of faith– he has to admit to himself that he became convinced that this path was his destiny, and once convinced, chose never again to examine the goal or the path toward it. He cajoled these men, preaching when reason didn’t work. Converting Rask to his own vision of Raiden worship, then Alexis, maybe even Gus– and in so doing, forging a commitment in them, to the same ends.

Stop the Dark Hand. Confront Bandesingh. Purge the taint from the Raidensblud.

He realizes the pride in the center of this: seeking vindication for running away from his commitment to the Raidensblud. He still feels, that he was right about the priesthood, right about the subversion of the king, but that blurriness, the leap of faith, is still one that he must make every time he examines himself like this.

As usual, he shakes that off. This is fallibility, he thinks. Even the wisest, must accept not knowing, as a component of knowledge. He realizes that this is a self-justification, that it does not answer all the questions, but that faith is sometimes its own answer.

For a moment his vision whirls, and he feels as though his vision is spinning. He stomps the cold ground to make sure his feet are firmly planted– they are. He wraps his arms around his chest, reassuring himself he stands still. The vertigo persists a moment, then clears– and he feels as though he is floating.

One deep breath, inhaled and then exhaled. Eyes closed. Raiden Hear my Prayer!

Guide, protector, warrior, priest. Raiden, I have striven all my life to know you and follow you. Now I know that you are with me, and that, fallible as I may be, you are holding me up and through me, my team-mates.

Our cause is just, but our foes are powerful. I beseech you, to aid us in this hour of need! We cannot walk away, we cannot step aside, we cannot falter, we must persevere– and only with your guidance, your strength, and your inspiration will we defeat the foul foe.

Guide us– show us the way! Show me the way, to enter this fortress and defeat the foe.

Protect us– save us from harm! Though we may falter, hold us up long enough, that we can defeat the foe.

Lead us– keep our feet on the righteous path. Inspire us to overleap the pitfalls that await.

Bless us– our cause is just, our hearts are stout, our resolve is strong. Help us to step past the fear!

Strengthen our arms, our spells, our faith and our resolve.

Raiden we need you now more than ever!

By Raiden’s Grace

Rask’s prayers have become more fervent and more frequent since leaving Mount Llanos. They settle into a more familiar rhythm as the days pass. Prayers to Raiden upon waking. Quiet, muttered prayers when relieving himself, near a tree or bush or some sort whenever possible. Before eating. Before his excercises. While he exercises.

His exercises are precise, focused on powerful moves, and more and more deadly strikes as the group gets closer to the keep.

More prayers after his exercises. Prayers before sleeping. Prayers while cleaning his equipment.

Rask cleans himself and his equipment thoroughly when he can. Snow, ice cold water, warmed water, mosses and small boughs all get used to scrub the warrior, his arms, armor and clothing. He sharpens his blades and trims his hair and beard. His hair and nails he burns or buries with a prayer to Raiden to protect him and let those parts of him feed the trees and plats of the land. He mutters prayers over his waste water and preferentially pours it out near small trees and shrubs.

He prays with Ca’armine, Gustav and Alexis whenever possible and appropriate, always inviting Ethelred to join them.

With the group Rask talks a bit about tactics, staying focused on “Sassy” and “Bandy”, but needing to protect each other. His idle one-on-one conversations with Ethelred revolve around spell craft, rune and tattoo-magic, and the concentration required to cast spells during battles. With Alexis he prays to Raiden and explores the same ideas and gently hints at inquiries related to warrens and divine and arcane magic. With Ca’armine, it is prayer, Raiden, and the use of miracles in battle. Rask doesn’t really understand much of what they share about magic, but he tries.

Throughout it all, when Rask utters his own prayer, or leads prayers, he repeats:

Praise Raiden, The Great Protector,
Raiden Shields us from our Foes,
I stand before You, weak and vulnerable.
Raiden shield us all from the blows.
Praise Raiden, Raised by Anashar,
Blessed with Glory, Resolute and Strong
I wield my sword to help humanity
As we make our way along.
The Light of Raiden shine upon Us,
As it shines upon me and all of Aegir
Let it shine on me, and through me,
Let the Light purge the taint of my soul.

Some man the wall. We keep the watch behind it.
We find the rot before it shows.
We begin with ourselves.
What we find, we pull up by the root.
We remember what is worth saving.
We do not bend. We do not break. We hold.

Praise Raiden, The Great Protector,
Raiden Shields us from our Foes,
We stand before Him, made strong by Raiden.
None to save them from our blows.
Praise Raiden, Raised by Anashar,
Blessed with Glory Resolute and Strong
I wield my sword to help the Humanity
Blessed by Raiden, Resolute and Strong

Iron Focus

The morning after Alexis has shared the mantra and symbol of the Inner Watch, Rask wakes with renewed focus. He recites his daily prayer to Raiden and adds the mantra of the Inner Watch at the end.

His exercises are efficient, powerful, precise. His physical and mental existence aligned like never before.

When he is done, he catches Alexis and Ca’armine’s attention and approaches them.

“Brothers, ‘in the spirit of ‘We begin with ourselves,’ I have had an insight I would like to share with you. My path has been driven by a need for vengence for Thater, recently I have been focused on Shasharak, I believe in part because of my anger at being Dominated by his shadow in the round room of lightning. Even without the Black Blade, I have a weakness for anger and rage. I pray to Raiden that my anger be righteous and not pull me from my Path. I share this recognition of my weakness and ask you aid my in guarding against it. Thank you for all your guidance and support, up to and after this moment.”

Rask bows his head and offers a prayer of gratitude to Raiden.

Fight Fire with fire…

After his attempt to alter his for to ice, Ethelrednlats down and stairs into the middle distance. Deep in thought he stays for a good while.

Then he stirs and addresses Alexis

“We have a difficult task ahead. Then plan to deal with the bats first seems smart. Hopefully there are not too many of them.

When it comes time for the giant I think we have some options to buy us some time.

Smoke could help create some cover for sure. make it at least at a bit harder for the giant to see us.

A wall of ice in front, or around. him could buy us even a bit more time.

If we can get enough vegetation we might be able to build some crude decoys. In addition if we disguised ourself in vegetation we might create even more confusion.

This is in a hope that we can get either past the giant, or close enough to disable him somehow.

If we had a way to get his sword away from him I would feel better about our chances of attacking him. With the sword I do not want to get close enough to get hit. One swipe from that weapon and even my armor would be of little help.

We have a few tools we can leverage, we just have to be wise about how we deploy them.”

An anchor we hadn’t considered

After we descend from the fire room fleeing from the bats.

“Alexis, we have talked about what ‘anchor’ we might use to return to our own time. We have also talked about how Hedonis is diligently still pursuing us.

We have, up to this point, assumed he was trying to follow in our tracks and head us off on our path to the tear.

But there are more than one way to catch us.

What if he is building a new working. A summoning not of demons, but of us.

Hedonis wants us to return to him, in this time…. with the Tear in hand.

What if we plan on that. We use Hedonis as our anchor. We create a plan to beat him at his own game?

It might be a long shot, but it also might be the one real shot we have to return home with the Tear and to actually keep it.”

A chair for Ethelred

After the conversation about the ‘anchor’ dies down. Red’s mind turn to materials.

“Alexis, I want to take apart one of these chairs. Materials might be tight soon. These chairs seem sturdy, worth gathering what I can.

In the past you have been.. reluctant for me to take things apart.

A chair for future makings?”

Wet, pages, scrolls, fire, damp, reading, smoke, ash, steam

Ethelred is mostly in his own world for two weeks. As the rest of the crew works on their things, he pays little attention. Breaks are only taken in the evening to eat and catch up. Mostly he inquires how the mushroom gathering is going, how the metal filing is going. That we have enough wood and water. Eats a little as possible. Instead he sharpens the wood ax, inspects the metal file, cleans the shovel and breathes.

He ensure the fire is always lit, that water is always boiling. Red is constantly damp, and warm. Like a candle made of water. Ash on his fingers, ash on he face. Yet always clean for the evening meal.

His book is out and he seems to be writing everyday, often into the night. Some nights he sleeps not at all. Just tends to the fire, ensure the water stays hot with steam. The fire and the water. Opposites that fit together so easy when approached correctly.

With all the work, he does seem content, absorbed with study. Burning the candle of the day at both ends. Swimming into the pages of the scrolls. Climbing the ink blots of his book of spells. Burning his flesh, searing his hair.

The days go by consulting the scrolls, writing, reading, stoking the fire, keeping water boiling, reading, writing, fire, water, ash, smoke.. over and over again.

Until the end approaches. He lets the water steam away, lets the fire turn to ash. When everyone is asleep late in the night he brings forth fire as if to light a knife, but instead he folds the fire into a small pool of water in a wooden cup he made. The water rests, a bit less fluid than normal water, with a tint of color. He waves his hands, recites a word, swirls the cup and steam erupts above the rim, leaving behind the hint of warmth and a bit of dampness.

With a sigh of relief Red cleans up and gets a good rest for what feels like the first time in weeks. Tomorrow he will be able to use the stone to gain the next set of scrolls.

That’s the Power of Raiden

Facing the bole of a beech tree, Ca’armine sits cross-legged in repose. He’s staring at the silver shield of Raiden in front of him. His body is relaxed. His mind is elsewhere.

Alexis asked him, “can the energy that pushed away the demon, be used to draw in a similarly powerful good creature?” Or something like that. Ca’armine said no, quickly, or at least, not through his agency, but now, he realizes, that in a profound communion with Raiden, he does walk beyond the boundaries, not of the plane, but of the visible world. Maybe more is possible than Ca’armine had believed!

He walks in the garden of Raiden’s delight. It’s not a place, he’s not walking with his feet on any ground, but this is the vision in his mind as he communes with his god. Raiden seldom speaks to him here, but he senses the Presence. “Raiden, please hear me. My team walked in, and out, of a dark place, looking for a powerful artifact. Is this something we can use? Will this help us defeat the enemy?”

When he says “the enemy,” a ripple runs through the vision. Ca’armine raises an eyebrow.

“Raiden I feel you guiding me. When I reach out for your power, you give it freely! I believe I am following a path you are laying in front of me. Are you guiding me toward the enemy? Can my team and I defeat the enemy? With your power I feel anything can be possible.”

“Raiden thank you for guiding me, for empowering me, and for leading me forward. I trust you will help me and my team, and guide us in your righteous path. I pray you give me strength that I might access– or the team might use– the power in the artifact! I pray you show us the enemy, and guide us to defeat him!

A spear of light arcs into Ca’armine’s chest, filling him with bliss. It is the same spear he throws when he heals a fallen team-mate. The beam illuminates him and then disperses.

Warrior in a Garden

Rask tends to the horses and helps set up camp in the calm grove, free from the unnaturally cold mist. The cherry tree in bloom, soft grass and moss underneath it is inviting. Rask finishes unsaddling and brushing down the horses and begins to set up his own camp. It is safe here, calm, the owl, the white wolf, the hawk, all at ease.

Rask takes off his pack and sword belt and a sits on the grass beneath the cherry tree, amid the blossoms on the ground. He focuses on his breath at first, pausing between exhale and inhale. He turns his mind to Raiden, the protector. There is a connection between Raiden and the land. He can feel it. His own tattoos, Runes of Raiden, described to him by Mage Eye as the Raw Power of Aegir. It is strong in Gustav, and part of Ca’armine’s connection too.

The feeling of gentle southern breeze brushes over Rask, the thought of an early fall day, warm and sunny, ‘Raiden’s Summer!’ Rask insisting to Brude and Yon, who called it ‘Zephrus’ Goodbye.’ Thater, so clam and peaceful in the afternoon light.

Children singing songs about Raiden… farm animals, gentle and kind… farm and village dogs, sweet and protective…

The clarity and mercy of every strike in his recent battle, the Gift of Raiden’s Mercy flowing through him…

Rask’s eyes are open, focused gently at nothing, a middle distance, his mind at peace, his vision taking in the garden in general and in detail. A cherry blossom floats to the ground, wafting through his field of vision. The thought of a lesson, from his mother perhaps, perhaps a chaplain… the sleeping goddess… cherry trees, the white hawk… kindly defense, the sword unstained… Tai-Lynne…

Alexis approaches the white wolf, it growls at him, and moves away as Alexis slowly continues his approach. Alexis backs off.

Rasks stands slowly and deliberately. He unpacks his bedroll and removes his armor, taking great care in each movement. When his camp his set, he returns to meditating under the cherry tree, his back and chest bare, the top two thirds of the Iron Tree runic tattoo visible.

Rask’s eyes are open, focused gentle at nothing, a middle distance, his mind at peace, his vision taking in the garden in general and in detail. A cherry blossom floats to the ground, wafting through his field of vision.

Gustav’s Crow and the owl greet each other and begin to play some sort of game of tag or follow the leader.

Rask breathing settles into an easy rhythm, his mind wanders through peaceful memories, visualizing defensive and non-lethal combat forms, children playing a fighting, a peaceful wind wafting through white tree blossoms, a hawk soaring in white clouds, cherry trees in full bloom with petals perfect beyond belief, gentle bees buzzing in the boughs, tree branches bent under the load of pale flowers, the breeze as ceaseless as the peaks of the mountains are lofty, Brude and Myrsky young and laughing in the sunshine, families working the land on warm spring days, preparing the soil, sowing the seeds, tending to calves and foals, gathering wax and honey from the hives, playing with puppies… peace like Rask has not known in a very long time.

A harsh black rage interrupts Rask’s calm with a silent howl. Rask is jarred to a specific awareness. Alexis and Ethelred are talking. Something about cooking and gardening. The rage is quiet.

Rask sighs, and returns to measured, controlled breathing, pausing between each inhale and each exhale. His mind quickly returns to its peace, families harvesting in the warm fall, breezes wafting gently, non-lethal combat forms, playing with dogs, milking gentle mama goats…

Again! Another harsh black rage and a silent howl. Ethelred is looking at some of the plants in the grove, they are withered and dead. Alexis removes a necklace and tries to clean up the withered plants.

Another wave of rage. As Alexis attempts to clean, black waves of wrath flow over Rask. The white wolf whines.

Alexis stops and begins to make camp at the edge of the garden. The wolf whines. Rask asks Gus if he can calm the wolf, and the group sets watches for the night.

Before laying down to sleep, Rask sits once more beneath the cherry tree and returns again to measured, controlled breathing. His mind returns to its peace, families sharing a meal in a warm house in the winter, a cold morning, warm breath wafting gently away from young boys excited to explore the freshly fallen snow, a white panther fearlessly leaping from ice cover rock to ice covered rock with joyful focus, defensive combat forms, playing with dogs, tending to the farm animals in their stalls, making candles in a warm work-room… Kark Bergthison’s songs of Raiden, the protector of humanity, sung at the hearth in the Worn Stone Tavern…

Rask’s breathing settles into a natural rhythm. His mind wanders to children playing at fighting… Yon and Sten… to defensive combat forms… to non-lethal combat forms… Raiden… the Protector.

“Praise Raiden” Rask intones and moves to take his rest in the Garden of TyLin, his first truly peaceful rest in far, far too long.

Let’s Go Back to Church

Morning in camp. Ca’armine finishes his watch, and wakes Alexis, who as usual had taken the first watch. “Camp is secure, nothing to report overnight. If you’re awake, I’m going to retire to pray.” Alexis rubs his eyes, and nods, pushing up on one elbow. Once Alexis is up, he’s up– and the two have made this exchange many times over the months they have been together. Ca’armine moves off from the group, and finds a tree to sit beneath.

“Raiden, brother, protector, hear my prayer!” He starts, as he always does, with his silver shield in his two hands. He thanks Raiden for protection and guidance, and asks that Raiden continue to bring these gifts to him and to his team.

He becomes distracted, though, as he calls the faces of his comrades into his vision. Alexis asked to be taught the ways of Raiden yesterday! Ca’armine thanks Raiden for the opportunity and asks for the gift of wisdom in this matter. Forming a congregation, was not the path he foresaw for himself, when he got the call to go south and find the Crimson Calling. But in the midst of battle, something was changing with the spirit of his team. Rask is depending on Ca’armine, for spiritual guidance and more. Gustav is offering his trust, and asking Ca’armine to consider the burden on his soul, of accepting magic from gods other than Raiden. Ethelred is not talking much about religion, it’s true, but he did join in the cause of helping Rask by crafting a holy symbol of Raiden for Rask to hold. And now Alexis the Av worshipper, the one who calls on Av’s power for spell work, is showing interest in Raiden worship and asking Ca’armine to be the guide. Ca’armine feels giddy as he thinks about the team coalescing, not only in purpose, but also, in inspiration. Raiden be praised!

He feels things shifting in this group. Only a week ago, he was still nursing a plan to leave the group and head north and east, to the region of Fjellsby where he felt sure, he would find his opportunity to thwart the Dark Hand’s evil plans. He did not feel he could push Alexis any harder than he already was, to take that path, and Alexis was still clearly ruminating on unfinished business in Southron. He wondered if, in that moment, Rask would join him. But more he wondered if, without the rest of the team, he could survive long at all, in his quest to find Bandesingh.

But Alexis took the path to the North East without any further discussion, and the team had all followed along. In that moment, Ca’armine realizes, he finally felt he had found his place on the team.

“Raiden, protect us! Protect humanity from harm. Protect us from the evil workings of our foe!” In his mind’s eye he sees, but vaguely, a powerful and evil magical working, and imagines Bandesingh looking on in satisfaction. He envisions himself interposing his body, sacrificing his life to stop the evil from gaining sway in this plane. Then he tries to imagine having his whole team with him, resisting that magic. Stronger, yes. So much stronger.

Strong enough?

“Raiden hear my prayer! Help me to guide my team in spirit, so that we can, together, find the foe and cancel his evil plans. Help me to bring them together as comrades, as soldiers in your army, to defeat the foul foe. Help me raise up their souls in your light, so that we can do your good work and save humanity!”

In his mind’s eye, he sees Alexis, pointing out across a plain, and sees Rask, blade held high, charge past in the direction he’s led. He sees Gustav moving out in a flanking maneuver. Red, circling around the other way. He himself, following behind Rask, holy shield in one hand, sword in the other. The team, charging into battle, to the end, together.

“Raiden please let it be so!”