TEUTONIC MAGIC - Awaken Video
TEUTONIC MAGIC - Awaken Video
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farther or nearer to you. The day grows warmer as you ride down from the mountains over a rocky field<br />
to the coast. You can see little thatched farmhouses in the distance and people dressed in plain tunics and<br />
breeches beginning the day’s work in the fields.<br />
Your horse bears you down to the seashore, its hoofbeats as regular and rhythmic in the damp sand<br />
as they were on the road. A crisp breeze is blowing off the ocean, stirring up the waves. You can see a<br />
small boat keeping pace with you over the water, rising and falling in a measured pattern. Circling up<br />
from the shore, you ride past rich and fruitful fields. The wheat is high and just beginning td ripen, green<br />
tinged with gold. As you turn towards the western coast, you see the farmers going in for their midday<br />
meal. A cool, damp breeze blows from the sea ahead of you; the little boat is rounding the curve of the<br />
land, still keeping pace with you and the sun.<br />
As you ride up towards the northwest the land begins to become rockier again. You can hear things<br />
slithering and moving be- hind the boulders, and every so often a dark tail or paw whisks swiftly into a<br />
hole, but none of the hidden creatures dare to come near the road.<br />
A cold, sharp wind cuts through the lingering warmth of summer as you ride. The day is beginning<br />
to darken as the sun sinks and the farmers go in for their evening meal. You are beginning to grow tired,<br />
but the pounding rhythm of the horse’s hooves beneath you strengthens you and carries you onward.<br />
A wolf’s howl rises from the mountains around you, answered by another and another. Several<br />
gray shapes slip out of the rocks behind you. The wolves follow you along the sides of the road, waiting<br />
for your horse to miss a step. Past the wolves are other things, murky black shadows waiting and<br />
whispering. Their voices get louder, calling your name. You hear the voices of your parents and of friends<br />
from the past in the darkness, begging you to turn aside. Staring down at the faintly glimmering path<br />
before you, you guide your horse along without turning or breaking the rhythm of its hooves.<br />
Clawed hands reach out along the side of the road as if to drag you down. You see glowing green<br />
eyes in twisted faces and foxfire glinting off shark-sharp teeth as the thousands of nameless dwellers in<br />
the dark howl and yammer around you. You know that to turn from the road or break the rhythm of your<br />
riding is to be lost forever among this horde of dark things. Over and over you chant the name of the<br />
road-rune to ward yourself: raidho, raidho, raidho.Ahead of you, you can see a faint gleaming; your road<br />
has brought you spiraling upward into the air, so that the jagged dark peaks are shadows in the night far<br />
below you. The creatures following you begin to drop back as you draw nearer to the source of the light.<br />
At first you think that you are coming towards the sun; but as you get near enough to see through the<br />
golden gleaming, you see that it is a silver-roofed hall upheld by glowing pillars of gold from which the<br />
light and summery warmth radiate. The walls are open. Within you see a fair-featured man with golden<br />
hair and beard, seated on a raised throne before a clear spring of water. He holds an oaken staff in one<br />
hand, beckoning to you with it. He does not speak as you come before him, but dips up some of the water<br />
in his free palm and drinks of it. You do likewise, dismounting and drinking of the spring in holy silence.<br />
This man, whom you now know as Forseti, god of righteousness, smiles at you and traces the rune raidho<br />
over your heart with the tip of his staff. He points to a second path from his hall, which leads straight<br />
downward through the light of the sunrise. You bow in respect and thanks and mount your horse again,<br />
riding down to your body on the earth. Closing your eyes, you hear the hoofbeats of your horse soften to<br />
the beating of a drum, until you can hear nothing but your own heart beating. You are back in your own<br />
body, your feet planted firmly on the earth, holding the power of raidho with Forseti’s blessing.<br />
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