TEUTONIC MAGIC - Awaken Video

sun above you has burned through the clouds, and her bright light strengthens you. Looking over the edge
of the red cliff, you see a small boat resting on the stony beach below. Wind and wave have bitten deeply
into the cliff so that, ravaged and gouged, it leans over the ocean. You see no way down, but you know
that you must reach the boat. With your sword of light you begin to strike at the edge of the cliff, carving
out a few steps, then moving down them and hacking away a few more. The wave- eaten sandstone
crumbles away in great chunks, shattering to ruddy sand on the beach below. You know that it could
collapse at any moment but are so intent on your blade biting into the rock that you have no time to feel
any fear.
At last you reach the bottom, standing on the rocky beach. The boat is a simple rowboat, perhaps
a bit small for seafaring, but it looks sturdy enough. You push it away from the beach, your feet and
calves numbed by the stinging, icy water. When it is floating well free of the bottom, you haul yourself up
over the side. The waves catch your craft, flinging it about violently as you try to paddle beyond the surf
to the open ocean. Finally you must toss your shield into the air before you. The sun-wheel whirls over
the prow, pulling the boat straight after it, parting the swells before you.
You sail like this for some time. Although the sky darkens quickly around a pale sunset, the
spinning wheel before you gives off enough light for you to see clearly, glowing over the water ahead of
you. Something large nudges against the bottom of your boat, trying to bump it off course or perhaps
overturn it, but it cannot shake you from the path of light, and after a while it leaves you to fare in peace.
As the sun comes up behind you in the east, you see a dark mass of land ahead of you. You sail
towards it until your boat grounds against the beach with a bump. Taking up your whirling shield of light,
you wade ashore. A shining figure is walking along the beach towards you. It is a woman dressed in
white, her long golden hair unbound and flowing loosely around her face. Warmth and glory radiates
from her. Above her head is a small radiant white sphere,
spinning swiftly enough for you to hear its clear note. In her hands she carries a crown bearing a
whirling golden sowilo-rune with a glittering diamond in its center. You bow your head before her glory
and she crowns you. The intense might of the spinning sun-rune above you glows down through your
body, setting the wheels of power whirling down your spine. Slowly you return to your own body, feeling
the might that runs through you surround you in a whirling sphere of holiness and warding, though your
feet always remain firmly planted on the earth.
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