What About Raiden?

It’s the morning after the group camped at “Ty-Lynn’s Garden”. Morning settles soft over the camp, the mist clinging low to the bedrolls and the blackened stones of the fire. A crow mutters somewhere in the trees. Alexis stands near what’s left of the coals, warming his hands more out of habit than need.

“Since Warder Yule,” he says, eyes on the faint embers, “and especially after what happened last night, I’ve been thinking about where my magic comes from.” He straightens a little, turning his hat absently in his hands as he speaks. “Avv’s realm has its uses—finding what’s hidden, drawing the unseen to light. But I’m not her servant. Never was. And since we left Ghanil, treasure-hunting hasn’t been high on the list.”

He looks up then, toward Ca’armine, but his voice carries to all of them. “The name of Avv… tends to make people uneasy. You’ve felt it. Yule certainly did.” He gives a small, crooked smile—more acknowledgment than humor.

“I trained with the Collegium,” he goes on. “They teach you to touch where you choose, not a servant any one realm. And I’d like to be in greater harmony with you; my Raidenites.”

Turning to face them fully, the mist curls around his boots, “Are you willing to help me make the shift?”

What Else Could I Say

Shortly after the Grove of TyLin, as the group is breaking camp after rescuing Alexis from the bloated river zombie, Rask approaches Alexis. Rask is unarmed, all of Rask’s weapons are with his horse and pack.

“Alexis, I’d like to apologize and express my gratitude. You have put up with for more from me than I have any right to have expected. You are a good leader, I am grateful to be able to join with you and the Crimson Calling. I didn’t understand your… the value… and righteousness… of sparing the life of an enemy.”

“Anyhow, I am thankful for all you’ve done, your insights and your leadership. I’m pretty rough around the edges, and can be pretty raw, but I’m working on… staying more centered. This is new territory for me, not killing my enemies, staying focused on that… is… seems to be helping. Thank you. I hope that I am able to show you that I am… thinking more clearly, and that I will follow your lead, and orders, as we move forward through this this mist and our enemies.”

Choose Life

A couple days after the fight with Verisimus and his gang, Rask approaches Ca’armine. Joyful and excited, but not exactly exuberant, he is still a soldier after all.

“Ca’arm, that felt really good. I mean the power or Raiden flowing through me was incredible,I always love that! But beating Ironjaw and Blackpike but not killing them. I wish we had stopped Verisimus for good, and I’m not sure what we would have done if I had knocked him out… But not killing… defeating the enemy without killing them…. that is a true victory!”

Rask is clearly excited about this new insight, but still a little unsure, and he looks to Ca’armine with a desire for confirmation an understanding as much as with joy and celebration.

Varis? Verisimiss? In Vivo Veritas?

One evening after a long day of careful travel through the forest North of Gahnil, Rask quietly asks the group,

“What do we know about this Veris-a-miss? That’s the same as Varis right? The one Sheyeeni worked under who is hunting us? He’s a mage and he has access to scrying magic, but it is not portable scrying magic right? He’s got a henchman named Thraan? The cousin of that… mage who ambushed us in the collegium? Thraan’s a bit of a duelist, Shyeeni is probably a sneaky assassin type fighter…”

“The have the orcs, what other resources could they bring to the fight? You’ve defeated or suborned several of his people already…”

Rask looks at Alexis first, but glances at Elthered and Gustav, as well as Ca’rmine and Alikimo.

Rask and Alikimo Talk

A night or two after leaving Gahnil for the second time, and after talking with Alexis: Rask starts tending to the horses as the group settles in at camp, he catches Alikimo’s attention, and starts to talk to him. Rask is earnest, if a bit awkward. After all, he is a soldier, not a diplomat..

“Alikimo, you have shown your trustworthiness and you have accepted my apology, I am deeply grateful and I will always regret not being able to keep your confidences.”

“I do feel the need to clarify that this is my horse,” Rask gestures to the steed he bargained for at the First Gate, “and that neither Alexis nor I intended to give it to you outright. More like as if you were our heirs. I apologize for the confusion and would like to do what I can to help you acquire your own horse soon.”

Rask pauses for a brief moment. Before the young Aatori can speak, he resumes:

“In any case, I find myself wondering what you are thinking about doing next. I know you said you had family to the North…We are on a very dangerous mission, but Alexis has said that you are welcome to travel with us for as long as you would like, and as I have said, I will do my utmost to protect you… I don’t think we can take you family with is on our mission thought…””What plans are you considering Alikimo? We are focused on our mission, but I will aid you as we can while we travel together. Perhaps we can help you sharpen a skill or two, trade rumors and stories of interest, if you would share what you know about horses with me for example, I would be happy to teach you… a skill you are interested in improving… but it be helpful to know what you thinking…”

Rask fades out a little and continues to brush the horses, waiting for the Aatori’s response.

Black Blades, Betrayal and Beyond

Shortly after Ca’armine and Alexis finish discussing the words of Ness Brightleaf, or at least the river of souls and the soul of Zrithak that refused to sleep, Rask approaches Ca’armine, head bowed penitently.

“Ca’armine, I did not wish to respond and further distance us from Alexis’ inquiry, but I do want to respond to your questions.”

“I am no longer curious about Zrithak. Yes, his malice was evident from the moment we laid eyes on him. I suspected something was… unique about the wretch, and I hope the Blade of the Betrayers would capture his soul. I see how misguided and dangerous that was now.”

Rask pauses to see if Ca’armine has any thoughts or questions. He clearly has second point to make though and does not wait long.

“I was also called the Black Blade Ca’armine. Malice isn’t strange or scary to me like it should be I guess… Ursil gave me the sword when he was still King Adelfrid’s First General. He called it the Blade of the Betrayers…”

Rask clearly has mixed and troubling emotions around Ursil and Rasks own journey away from King Adelfrid’s forces as he takes a breath.

“I trust you Ca’armine, I cannot begin to express to you how grateful I am for you ridding me of Zrithak. What I thought would be a strange interrogation turned into a horrible… I wasn’t fully in control of myself Ca’armine, it was the worst thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Rask pauses and takes a deep breath.

“The Blade of the Betrayers was made by elves to reap souls. It holds many souls, all reduced to a black screaming rage. I never heard them before I took Zrithak’s soul with the sword. Not in anyway I can point to at least. To be honest, I also hoped to learn more about the sword from… well yeah… Now, without the sword, I don’t feel as full of rage. I am not the Black Blade of Aegir anymore, and I don’t want to be that ever again.”

Rask looks down briefly.

“But Ca’arm… I was angry and bitter before I was given the Blade. And I’m still angry. I’m still bitter. I still want to make everyone who was part of Thater being destroyed pay…”

Rask looks Ca’armine in the eyes, sad but resigned.

“And I am still a killer. The Blade was given to me as an award after my hundredth confirmed kill. I have no idea how many men I’ve killed since…. The Blade strengthened my rage as much as it strengthened my sword arm, but it did not… possess me the same way Zrithak did.”

“It is dangerous, and needs to be dealt with. I trust to you to decide how best it should be dealt with, but I want to you to understand that without Zrithak, it did not have a will of it’s own that I ever felt.”

Rask takes a deep apprehensive breath, glances down for a moment and back to the Priest.

Who Knows About Trolls

The campfire cracked and hissed, throwing its smoke into the night air. The Crimson Calling alone around it.

Alexis sat near the flames, hat brim low, a copper coin working its way over his knuckles. Across from him, Ca’armine’s red cloak caught the firelight, while Rask sat rigid, a soldier even when still.

Ethelred’s words about troll-powder still hung in the air, fragments of theory and half-formed warnings. Alexis let them fade, then leaned forward just enough to set his shadow across the fire. His voice carried evenly, with the kind of weight that didn’t need raising.

“You’ve heard what we’ve seen,” he said. “Trolls. Powder. What it does. That’s the measure of it so far.” The coin paused between his fingers, then rolled again, catching a lick of firelight before vanishing back into shadow.

He studied the two newest men in the group, letting the silence stretch a breath longer than comfort. “What about you? Raiden’s people don’t waste time. Do they know more about this enemy?”

The fire popped. The coin clicked once against his ring before disappearing back into motion. Alexis didn’t move otherwise, just watched them across the flames, steady and expectant.

Rask Rebuilds

In the first few days after the Ritual on the Road Rask is subdued. He prays with Ca’armine and Gus whenever he can. He invites Ethelred to join them if Ethelred doesn’t seem busy. Helps them around camp and on the road, and spends a lot of time tending to the horses. He touches the wooden Shield of Raiden brooch Ethelred made him often.

In the morning on the first day after Rask very tentatively does a long set of calisthenics, pushing himself up off the ground, jumping up and down, marching in place and more. He exercises vigorously for nearly a hour, but he does not practice any fighting moves at all.

The next morning he does the same, more confidently.

On the third morning he adds a few minutes of slow movements that seem somewhat like unarmed fighting moves, but at the slowest possible pace in the most idealized form. He prays to Raiden for guidance and protection while holding the small wooden shield. The next day his routine changes, he prays briefly before starting m, a short intense burst of calisthenics is followed by a long, repeated cycle of the same slow, very controlled movements. After about and hour he prays to Raiden briefly in thanks, and goes about the rest of his day.

The remainder of each day continues very much the same: An occasional conversation, lots of praying, tending to the horses, and helping Gus or Ca’armine any time they will accept it.

The next morning, the cycle of unarmed movements progressively gets faster until it is blinding fast, and then slow again until it ends at the slowest possible pace. Throughout Rask is calm and focused, the movements carefully controlled and precise.

That day, Rask asks Ca’armine for permission to start practicing with a baton, and Ca’armine assents.

His routine shifts again: short burst of calisthenics, unarmed forms at a moderate pace and then at his fastest, fully controlled pace. Only then, starting at the slowest possible pace, does his begin the fighting forms with the stick. Two days later he is practicing at full speed with the stick as well. At the end of each session he sits, contemplative, offers a prayer to Raiden, and then goes about his day.

It takes a couple days of full speed stick practice before Rask asks Ca’armine for a sword. Rask does so with humility and some sense of resignation and sadness.

The cycle starts again, Rask adds a prayer to Raiden at the beginning, then the calisthenics and unarmed forms at their slowest pace as well as the sword forms. Rask takes a little longer with the steel sword, and spends two days of excruciating slow forms. A skilled swordsman would notice that the forms are almost exclusively focused on using the flat of the blade, the pommel or creating an opening for a kick, leg sweep, or other unarmed strike, and not on thrusting or slicing attacks. Rask slowly works his way up to speed with the steel sword. Rask is precise, focused and in complete control throughout the exercises. At the end of each session, he prays to Raiden before starting the rest of his day.

The morning before entering Gahnil, and after praying together, Rask approaches Ca’armine with the same sad, humble resignation and asks to partice with and carry the Raidensblud Blade. Before starting practice he prays to Raiden. His calisthenics and unarmed forms are just under full speed, control and precision are his complete focus. He is cautious at first with the Blud Blade, using the slowest possible forms again, but builds to full speed, still completely in control and with a precision that is both comforting and frightening to those who watch.

He concludes the session with a moment of contemplation and then a prayer to Raiden. He is ready to break camp and make the final ride into Gahnil, to find Tarkus Vell and return to the hunt for Bandesingh.

Gratitude and Brotherhood

A couple days after the Ritual on The Road, Rask approaches Ethelred in camp before watches start. The warrior’s hair is short and choppy, his beard messily trimmed close, both cut hastily with his dagger. His armor is still filthy, its dull reddish color somewhat obscured.

“Brother, I can’t thank you enough for your support. You heard me when Alexis didn’t. Your advocacy led the group and Ca’armine to freeing me from Zritthak…”

Rask pauses, to those who pay attention to such things, there is something left unsaid, those who are very savvy would likely suspect Rask is not yet ready to acknowledge that the group also freed him from the Blade of the Betrayers and his… identity as the Black Blade of Aegir.

“Raiden be Praised Brother, if there is anything I can do for you, please tell me. You are always welcome to sing and pray with us, anytime. It will truly be an honor if you would join us.”

He gestures to Gustav and Ca’armine, who he as started praying with whenever possible.

Killer Sees Killer: Gustav and Rask Go A Walk

A few days after the Ritual on the Road, Rask approaches Gustav away from the others after camp is set and horses are tended to.

“My Brother, it felt like our battles in Sutheron against the agents of the Dark Hand, the mercenaries in the alley, and against the Raidensblud Blade in the sewers were some of the first times you struck the fatal blow against a fellow human.”

Rask pauses and looks away from Gus, giving the ranger all the space he needs.

After a few moments of silence, he quietly speaks.

“Gus, my Brother-in-Raiden, and true son of Aegir: Anything you need, I am here for you. I’ve been there. I’ve lost count at this point, anything you need to get off your chest or talking about, you will get no judgement from me.

“Anytime. If you need to talk, or just go for a walk with a friend, you tell me, and I will do everything I can to do it. You’re a good man. Killing a fellow human is never easy. Not the first time, not the hundredth time.”

Rask is a bit sad, but most of all, focused on Gustav.