Proven Under Fire

Víðarr had chosen his target. He'd picked the first victim. There was no mistaking that they were going to make their mark on society here. Striking fast, striking hard, they would put everyone else on notice. Not only that, winter was coming soon. It was important that they be stocked well with supplies. He'd chosen a pack nearby with plenty of livestock, which they'd ideally take back unharmed to begin their own flock.

At the base of the mountain, he began the preparation work. Lighting a fire in the pit, stoking it well. Whispers to the gods, asking for their blessing on the flames, on him. A man of his faith, he would have their guidance as well. Excitement coursed through his system, taking him over. By the gods, he was alive with it. Incredibly, gloriously alive. A glimmer in his pale gaze, the man let go his call for warriors. It was time to see what they were made of.

"Speech"