> Nice mythic take. Are you interested in having it added to Mything Links?
> I'd need a title but that's about it.
>
> Oliver
Why not.
(though I may want to work on it a bit more later. It was written up in
a hurry. Some corrections in the version below.)
A name then:
"Humakt the Kinless and the Challenge of the Thunderbrother"
Clumsy, but I can't think of a better one at the moment (I'm going through a nasty cold.).
But by all means, put it up there. I'll write a short description of what happened in my campaign to accompany and explain the myth. [A windlord of the Exiles came to challenge a young Household of Death humakti to gain his power as his own.]
But I'll write that up properly later.
> "When Humakt the kinless came to Orlanth's great house, many were
> impressed by his stern look and proud demeanor, but there were some that
> were not.
>
> One there was, a windlord proud and fierce. Would not accept Humakt his
> chief in war without a test of skill.
>
> He gave his challenge then; "Stranger, black with power burns your
> sword, but will you show me skill and courage? Let us take the truest
> test. I would test you in a play of arms, and take that sword as
> mine own treasure. If it be you who best me, take of mine what you
> will."
>
> Orlanth the chief moved to stop his thane, for it is not seemly to
> be so quick to challenge one new to the household, but grim humakt
> smiled and showed his concent.
>
> Outside the stead then, under grayclouded skies, they made the
> bladestorm. Fierce was the stormthane, his blade as the cutting wind,
> his voice like thunder and his feet like the dance of Heler's rams.
>
> But Humakt the Grim, mached him blow by blow, silent and skillful,
> true in every parry. When the thane had shown his honour, humakt
> struck but once. A silence fell, over cheer and exitement, for the
> thane fell and would not rise.
>
> Grim Humakt parhaps looked sad and weary for a spell, then turned to
> his chief. Orlanth spoke then "What once was his now is yours. Take your
> price and honor his passing."
>
> Humakt did look upon his foe, and took a warriors band from his stilled
> left arm. Of tin and silver was the bauble, gifted from the Stormfather
> himself. Humakt the champion girt his wrist in the band of tin, and as
> people watched a breeze blew the hair from his face, and gave play to
> his fine cloak.
>
> Humakt honoured his challenger, his friend and foe in battle, and ever
> after carried the band of tin, and ever after did the thanes breath
> linger with him, giving play to his cloak and hair.
>
> -Adept
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