Baldur Fenross walks across the floor, lumbering with each step, "May the Old God's curse you this day Grand Duchess, your transgressions against my House shall be remembered!"
The hulking tribesman, turned to face the table. His boots leaving muffled thumps as he proceeds on his current path, finding a seat at one of the benches. He makes no eye contact with his guests, rather lowering his head in silent prayer. He must decided upon which God to enact his curse. At first he considers the Union of Fire. To curse the Ithanian with loneliness or barrenness. But the Gods of Ellea and Lanarra have not been properly sacrificed to by Baldur. Surely they would not answer his prayer. Next is the Union of Air. Bashtur is the God favored by his liege, death would befall the ones closest to the Grand Duchess. He ponders on Bashtur for a moment, but decides against it as he would not be able to procure the blood needed to be spilled for an offering.
He lets his ears wander for a moment. His guests are speaking of a combat tournament by the House Coen. Baldur thinks of Mershell, he may use the tournament as an offering to Mershell. Baldur begins his prayer now that Mershell has been chosen as the God to enact his vengeance. He prays within his head.
"Oh Mershell, God of Freedom. I come to you this night as but a humble servant to you. I have shown my loyalty as for many a year my people have engaged in the hunt. For generations we have served you my God, now I ask of you a favor. Curse Vivienne Ravenstad, may that be with deafness, muteness, or blindness it matters not. In honor of you I offer a grand ritual of leisurely sport this night. May you hear my prayers Mershell."
He ends his prayer looking up. After speaking with his peers it is decided to move to the Coen tournament.
Once there the host asks if any are wishing to participate. Without hesitation Baldur steps forward. What greater way to appeal Mershell then by participating in the sport?
Many times during the event the heavens open up. Rain pours down on the competitors. Baldur prays to Mershell again, thanking him for being pleased with this ritual. It has been done. Mershell has answered his prayer.
The hulking tribesman, turned to face the table. His boots leaving muffled thumps as he proceeds on his current path, finding a seat at one of the benches. He makes no eye contact with his guests, rather lowering his head in silent prayer. He must decided upon which God to enact his curse. At first he considers the Union of Fire. To curse the Ithanian with loneliness or barrenness. But the Gods of Ellea and Lanarra have not been properly sacrificed to by Baldur. Surely they would not answer his prayer. Next is the Union of Air. Bashtur is the God favored by his liege, death would befall the ones closest to the Grand Duchess. He ponders on Bashtur for a moment, but decides against it as he would not be able to procure the blood needed to be spilled for an offering.
He lets his ears wander for a moment. His guests are speaking of a combat tournament by the House Coen. Baldur thinks of Mershell, he may use the tournament as an offering to Mershell. Baldur begins his prayer now that Mershell has been chosen as the God to enact his vengeance. He prays within his head.
"Oh Mershell, God of Freedom. I come to you this night as but a humble servant to you. I have shown my loyalty as for many a year my people have engaged in the hunt. For generations we have served you my God, now I ask of you a favor. Curse Vivienne Ravenstad, may that be with deafness, muteness, or blindness it matters not. In honor of you I offer a grand ritual of leisurely sport this night. May you hear my prayers Mershell."
He ends his prayer looking up. After speaking with his peers it is decided to move to the Coen tournament.
Once there the host asks if any are wishing to participate. Without hesitation Baldur steps forward. What greater way to appeal Mershell then by participating in the sport?
Many times during the event the heavens open up. Rain pours down on the competitors. Baldur prays to Mershell again, thanking him for being pleased with this ritual. It has been done. Mershell has answered his prayer.
