An old orc woman looks down at the four assembled before her. She assesses each member before turning around and taking a seat on the cold earth.
“I have seen the path. The White Crow flies west, and so shall the Gray Bear follow. I have seen a land abundant with rain and fertile soil. The peoples there are hostile to our kind, more so than the Harthgroth as of late. The Drellnoth will not have an easy time, but we go as settlers, not conquerors.”
The four who stood by, waiting for the Spirit Mother to stop speaking before adding their own words.
“Regardless, what you’re suggesting, with respect Spirit Mother, is madness. You are sending a boy, one whose main charge has been keeping our horses healthy. He has seen little battle.”
The Spirit Mother shakes her head without turning around.
“You doubt your own flesh, Kinsh? Your son is a capable healer and knows the creatures of the earth and the plants that grown in her well. The Spirits of the Land shall guide Durusk well. He isn’t going alone. Two will accompany him.”
“Yes, neither are warriors! You send one of Scout Commander Drokk’s wind worshipers. At least he knows how to fire a bow; I’ve no idea why you send one of the Guardian’s hermits.”
“Your concern is noted, and shall not go unheard, Kinsh. We will send warriors and berserkers shortly after they arrive. Their main purpose is to gather information not to further the Lord of Battles’ cause; though his axe is in everything it seems. My faith is with the Spirits of the Land. I ask you at least have faith in me.”
Kinish bows his head.
“It will be as you say, Spirit Mother. I ask that I give him a gift, one of the horsemen’s blades. I believe the druids of the Earth Spirits are allowed to use such. The Lord of Battles is fickle and I worry for my son’s safety”
The old orc nods her head.
“Very well, the rest they gather on their journey. Does the council find this fair?”
“Aye.”
“Aye.”
“Aye.”
“Aye.”
A sigh of relief escapes the Spirit Mother’s lips.
“Very well. May the Spirits of the Land guide them to safety, and the Lord of Battles prevail when safety hides itself.”
“I have seen the path. The White Crow flies west, and so shall the Gray Bear follow. I have seen a land abundant with rain and fertile soil. The peoples there are hostile to our kind, more so than the Harthgroth as of late. The Drellnoth will not have an easy time, but we go as settlers, not conquerors.”
The four who stood by, waiting for the Spirit Mother to stop speaking before adding their own words.
“Regardless, what you’re suggesting, with respect Spirit Mother, is madness. You are sending a boy, one whose main charge has been keeping our horses healthy. He has seen little battle.”
The Spirit Mother shakes her head without turning around.
“You doubt your own flesh, Kinsh? Your son is a capable healer and knows the creatures of the earth and the plants that grown in her well. The Spirits of the Land shall guide Durusk well. He isn’t going alone. Two will accompany him.”
“Yes, neither are warriors! You send one of Scout Commander Drokk’s wind worshipers. At least he knows how to fire a bow; I’ve no idea why you send one of the Guardian’s hermits.”
“Your concern is noted, and shall not go unheard, Kinsh. We will send warriors and berserkers shortly after they arrive. Their main purpose is to gather information not to further the Lord of Battles’ cause; though his axe is in everything it seems. My faith is with the Spirits of the Land. I ask you at least have faith in me.”
Kinish bows his head.
“It will be as you say, Spirit Mother. I ask that I give him a gift, one of the horsemen’s blades. I believe the druids of the Earth Spirits are allowed to use such. The Lord of Battles is fickle and I worry for my son’s safety”
The old orc nods her head.
“Very well, the rest they gather on their journey. Does the council find this fair?”
“Aye.”
“Aye.”
“Aye.”
“Aye.”
A sigh of relief escapes the Spirit Mother’s lips.
“Very well. May the Spirits of the Land guide them to safety, and the Lord of Battles prevail when safety hides itself.”
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