A man comes to a shaman and speaks of ill deeds done in the cover of night. The tale is grim and a shaman sees wisdom in stopping the evil afoot. The shaman can choose how he walks the path and the shaman is pure of heart. He will help.
A shaman prepares the rite as the elders had taught. He makes the glove – the warding runes that shield himself. He prepares the offerings for the called, taylored by custom to each one. He speaks the words. First rite takes place in Ulgoth’s beard.
The shaman makes the runes, carved in stone upon a Cliffside, overlooking the sea. He offers his pay and he calls to the spirits of the sky. A shaman speaks the right words.
Winds of the four! Hear my call. I’ve always been a friend to your kind and I come to you as such. A supplicant wishes to come and drink of your wisdom and ask a boon. Fly fast and fly far on your wings and seek out what I need to know.
A shaman turns to water and fire as well, and finally to the mountains themselves with similar rites. He appeases the wild things of the woods and the ones who dwell in dark places, with offerings of his own blood, freely given. A shaman will travel far and wide and preform a rite after a rite untill he is given what he seeks. His work is done by rite and precise, as a shaman was taught. Never does he step away from a rite started for he chooses the applicants well, and always does he hold to the bargain struck. He is known to be just and fair.
A shaman will give his all to find out what he can where other cannot. While some are skilled with words and blessed by cunning, a shaman has a gift ungiven and a shaman is willing.
