[ Kettara feels herself shaking, ears flattened against her head. She wants to fight or run, beat Pratt senseless or - she doesn't know what she wants. To make him see the shame of what he did and stand judgement for it.
Only that - is what he's doing. Standing there for her judgement.
Kettara hisses, kicking at the ground. Unbidden, she thinks of the old Horde, who followed a warlock to ruin and abandoned their own traditions in the process. Those orcs - her ancestors - put their shamanism aside in favor of easier, more destructive power and thus lost their way. It was not until a new shaman appeared and brought them back to the fold, helped them remember their path, that the new Horde could rise. Didn't their Warchief come to power promising forgiveness?
A thought occurs to her then. A dangerous one. ]
Two paths remain for you, Deputy Pratt.
[ Her voice is low and hard. ]
Either you are an exile, or you wish redemption. The exile has no clan, no allies. No one will bury him or celebrate his deeds. He dies alone. But he lives. He lives as long as he wishes, on his own terms.
[ If that is what Pratt wants, then Kettara will enforce it with her axe. An exile is doomed to their solitude, unwelcome among all others. ]
The one seeking redemption must prove his spirit is changed. He must take a new road and forsake all cruelty. And it is a long road. The spirits must judge him worthy. He must change without denying the past. If that is what you want, Deputy Pratt, then I -
[ She grits her teeth. What she is proposing has never been done. It may spell her own exile. ]
Then I, Kettara Bloodthirst, daughter of Kashara and shaman of the Earthen Ring, will take you as my apprentice. I will make you a shaman. If the elements judge you worthy, you will have the power to heal others and maintain balance within the world.
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Only that - is what he's doing. Standing there for her judgement.
Kettara hisses, kicking at the ground. Unbidden, she thinks of the old Horde, who followed a warlock to ruin and abandoned their own traditions in the process. Those orcs - her ancestors - put their shamanism aside in favor of easier, more destructive power and thus lost their way. It was not until a new shaman appeared and brought them back to the fold, helped them remember their path, that the new Horde could rise. Didn't their Warchief come to power promising forgiveness?
A thought occurs to her then. A dangerous one. ]
Two paths remain for you, Deputy Pratt.
[ Her voice is low and hard. ]
Either you are an exile, or you wish redemption. The exile has no clan, no allies. No one will bury him or celebrate his deeds. He dies alone. But he lives. He lives as long as he wishes, on his own terms.
[ If that is what Pratt wants, then Kettara will enforce it with her axe. An exile is doomed to their solitude, unwelcome among all others. ]
The one seeking redemption must prove his spirit is changed. He must take a new road and forsake all cruelty. And it is a long road. The spirits must judge him worthy. He must change without denying the past. If that is what you want, Deputy Pratt, then I -
[ She grits her teeth. What she is proposing has never been done. It may spell her own exile. ]
Then I, Kettara Bloodthirst, daughter of Kashara and shaman of the Earthen Ring, will take you as my apprentice. I will make you a shaman. If the elements judge you worthy, you will have the power to heal others and maintain balance within the world.