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Grey-Feather 🪶Hunter and Spirit Guide 🪶

At the moment of Ranulf's final blow, to the enemy captain's chest, Grey Feather gathers a heavy pinch of the sacred herbs from a small pouch that hangs at his waist and very quietly begins singing a low, rhythmic, chanting, prayer that none would hear unless they were within a few feet.

When the tall, one-eyed man Grey-Feather had glimpsed several times in the preceding days, once at the docks and once outside the banquet hall, but whom he also recognizes from his dreams, approaches, Grey Feather is already setting light to the crushed pile of herbs he now holds in a small stone bowl. He protects the bowl with one hand as smoke wafts up and is quickly whipped away in the blustery morning air.

Grey Feather's looks stoicly upon the god-touched man when he poses his questions, still gripping the heavy weapon at his side. But Grey Feather only continues with his task, refocusing on the bowl and and his prayers. If he is to be struck down, he will do so pleasing his ancestors. Nixtli, however, never takes her bright, unblinking eyes off the tall man.

Grey feather steps up to Sven, slowly, and raises the smoking bowl to allow some of the smoke to waft over Sven's face and head. He then, wordlessly moves past him. He moves around the ship, stopping briefly at each man and woman and each fallen soldier, both ally and enemy, and allows the smoke from the bowl to waft over their bodies as he continues the low singing chant. After he blesses the last man and last deceased body aboard the ship, he raises the bowl above his head briefly before emptying the remaining ashes into the sea. He stows the bowl and only now turns his attention to the crew of the ship, all of whom are now watching him incredulously.

"I AM GREY-FEATHER OF THE PEOPLE OF THE TWILIGHT SKY WHO LIVE BEYOND THE GREAT SEA!" Grey Feather announces boldly and loudly enough for the whole ship to hear. "THIS IS NIXTLI, GREAT OWL, AMBASSADOR OF THE SACRED SMOKE AND GUARDIAN OF THE GATES OF CHANGE," he continues, his voice settling as he addresses only the five warriors who have drawn near, all of whom he has seen in his dreams.

Grey Feather looks to each warrior, in turn, pausing longer on Hjarlof, with whom he is most familiar, having tracked him through the mountains for many months. He makes only brief eye-contact with the tall, red-haired seer, whom he knows has also seen him in her own visions.

"We are not of these lands and belong to no clan that call home to these shores," Grey Feather continues looking at the tall one-eyed warrior who had asked the question. "But I am called friend to the Eohling, The People of the Elk. And I am held in high honor among my tribe as Huntsmaster and Unsworn Shaman. I have come from across the wide sea to lend my bow and tomahawk in aid to the kin of the white bear and any who call them friend," Grey Feather concludes, stoically awaiting the responses of those before him.
 

Grey-Feather 🪶Hunter and Spirit Guide 🪶

At the moment of Ranulf's final blow, to the enemy captain's chest, Grey Feather gathers a heavy pinch of the sacred herbs from a small pouch that hangs at his waist and very quietly begins singing a low, rhythmic, chanting, prayer that none would hear unless they were within a few feet.

When the tall, one-eyed man Grey-Feather had glimpsed several times in the preceding days, once at the docks and once outside the banquet hall, but whom he also recognizes from his dreams, approaches, Grey Feather is already setting light to the crushed pile of herbs he now holds in a small stone bowl. He protects the bowl with one hand as smoke wafts up and is quickly whipped away in the blustery morning air.

Grey Feather's looks stoicly upon the god-touched man when he poses his questions, still gripping the heavy weapon at his side. But Grey Feather only continues with his task, refocusing on the bowl and and his prayers. If he is to be struck down, he will do so pleasing his ancestors. Nixtli, however, never takes her bright, unblinking eyes off the tall man.

Grey feather steps up to Sven, slowly, and raises the smoking bowl to allow some of the smoke to waft over Sven's face and head. He then, wordlessly moves past him. He moves around the ship, stopping briefly at each man and woman and each fallen soldier, both ally and enemy, and allows the smoke from the bowl to waft over their bodies as he continues the low singing chant. After he blesses the last man and last deceased body aboard the ship, he raises the bowl above his head briefly before emptying the remaining ashes into the sea. He stows the bowl and only now turns his attention to the crew of the ship, all of whom are now watching him incredulously.

"I AM GREY-FEATHER OF THE PEOPLE OF THE TWILIGHT SKY WHO LIVE BEYOND THE GREAT SEA!" Grey Feather announces boldly and loudly enough for the whole ship to hear. "THIS IS NIXTLI, GREAT OWL, AMBASSADOR OF THE SACRED SMOKE AND GUARDIAN OF THE GATES OF CHANGE," he continues, his voice settling as he addresses only the five warriors who have drawn near, all of whom he has seen in his dreams.

Grey Feather looks to each warrior, in turn, pausing longer on Hjarlof, with whom he is most familiar, having tracked him through the mountains for many months. He makes only brief eye-contact with the tall, red-haired seer, whom he knows has also seen him in her own visions.

"We are not of these lands and belong to no clan that call home to these shores," Grey Feather continues looking at the tall one-eyed warrior who had asked the question. "But I am called friend to the Eohling, The People of the Elk. And I am held in high honor among my tribe as Huntsmaster and Unsworn Shaman. I have come from across the wide sea to lend my bow and tomahawk in aid to the kin of the white bear and any who call them friend," Grey Feather concludes and says no more. He stands, stoicly awaiting his fate.
 

Grey-Feather 🪶Hunter and Spirit Guide 🪶

At the moment of Ranulf's final blow, to the enemy captain's chest, Grey Feather gathers a heavy pinch of the sacred herbs in a small pouch that hangs at his waist and very quietly begins singing a low, rhythmic, chanting, prayer that none would hear unless they were within a few feet.

When the tall, one-eyed man Grey-Feather had glimpsed several times in the preceeding days, once at the docks and once outside the banquet hall, but whom he also recognizes from his dreams, approaches, Grey Feather is already setting light to the crushed pile of herbs held in a small stone bowl. He protects the bowl with one hand as smoke wafts up and is quickly whipped away in the blustery morning air.

Grey Feather's looks stoicly upon the god-touched man when he poses his questions, still gripping the heavy weapon at his side. But Grey Feather only continues with his task, refocusing on the bowl and and his prayers. If he is to be struck down, he will do so pleasing his ancestors. Nixtli, however, never takes her bright, unblinking eyes off the tall man.

Grey feather steps up to Sven, slowly, and raises the smoking bowl to allow some of the smoke to waft over Sven's face and head. He then, wordlessly moves past him. He moves around the ship, stopping briefly at each man and woman and each fallen soldier, both ally and enemy, and allows the smoke from the bowl to waft over their bodies as he continues the low singing chant. After he blesses the last man and last deceased body aboard the ship, he raises the bowl above his head briefly before emptying the remaining ashes into the sea. He stows the bowl and only now turns his attention to the crew of the ship, all of whom are now watching him incredulously.

"I AM GREY-FEATHER OF THE PEOPLE OF THE TWILIGHT SKY WHO LIVE BEYOND THE GREAT SEA!" Grey Feather announces boldly and loudly enough for the whole ship to hear. "THIS IS NIXTLI, GREAT OWL, AMBASSADOR OF THE SACRED SMOKE AND GUARDIAN OF THE GATES OF CHANGE," he continues, his voice settling as he addresses only the five warriors who have drawn near, all of whom he has seen in his dreams.

Grey Feather looks to each warrior, in turn, pausing longer on Hjarlof, with whom he is most familiar, having tracked him through the mountains for many months. He makes only brief eye-contact with the tall, red-haired seer, whom he knows has also seen him in her own visions.

"We are not of these lands and belong to no clan that call home to these shores," Grey Feather continues looking at the tall one-eyed warrior who had asked the question. "But I am called friend to the Eohling, The People of the Elk. And I am held in high honor among my tribe as Huntsmaster and Unsworn Shaman. I have come from across the wide sea to lend my bow and tomahawk in aid to the kin of the white bear and any who call them friend," Grey Feather concludes and says no more. He stands, stoicly awaiting his fate.
 

Grey-Feather 🪶Hunter and Spirit Guide 🪶

At the moment of Ranulf's final blow, to the enemy captain's chest, Grey Feather gathers a heavy pinch of the sacred herbs in a small pouch that hangs at his waist and very quietly begins singing a low, rhythmic, chanting, prayer that none would hear unless they were within a few feet.

When the tall, one-eyed man Grey-Feather had glimpsed several times in the preceeding days, once at the docks and once outside the banquet hall, but whom he also recognizes from his dreams, approaches, Grey Feather is already setting light to the crushed pile of herbs held in a small stone bowl. He protects the bowl with one hand as smoke wafts up and is quickly whipped away in the blustery morning air.

Grey Feather's looks stoicly upon the god-touched man when he poses his questions, still gripping the heavy weapon at his side. But Grey Feather only continues with his task, refocusing on the bowl and and his prayers. If he is to be struck down, he will do so pleasing his ancestors. Nixtli, however, never takes her bright, unblinking eyes off the tall man.

Grey feather steps up to Sven, slowly, and raises the smoking bowl to allow some of the smoke to waft over Sven's face and head. He then, wordlessly moves past him. He moves around the ship, stopping briefly at each man and woman and each fallen soldier, both ally and enemy, and allows the smoke from the bowl to waft over their bodies as he continues the low singing chant. After he blesses the last man and last deceased body aboard the ship, he raises the bowl above his head briefly before emptying the remaining ashes into the sea. He stows the bowl and only now turns his attention to the crew of the ship, all of whom are now watching him incredulously.

"I AM GREY-FEATHER OF THE PEOPLE OF THE TWILIGHT SKY WHO LIVE BEYOND THE GREAT SEA!" Grey Feather announces boldly and loudly enough for the whole ship to hear. "THIS IS NIXTLI, GREAT OWL, AMBASSADOR OF THE SACRED SMOKE AND GUARDIAN OF THE GATES OF CHANGE," he continues, his voice settling as he addresses only the five warriors who have drawn near, all of whom he has seen in his dreams.

Grey Feather looks to each warrior, in turn, pausing longer on Hjarlof, with whom he is most familiar, having tracked him through the mountains for many months. He makes only brief eye-contact with the tall, red-haired seer, whom he knows has also seen him in her own visions.

"We are not of these lands and belong to no clan that call home to these shores," Grey Feather continues looking at the tall one-eyed warrior who had asked the question. "But I am called friend to the Eohling, The People of the Elk. And I am held in high honor among my tribe as Huntsmaster and Unsworn Shaman. I have come from across the wide sea to lend my bow and tomahawk in aid to the kin of the white bear and any who call them friend," Grey Feather concludes and says no more. He stands, stoicly awaiting his fate.
 

Grey-Feather 🪶Hunter and Spirit Guide 🪶

At the moment of Ranulf's final blow, to the enemy captain's chest, Grey Feather gathers a heavy pinch of the sacred herbs in a small pouch that hangs at his waist and very quietly begins singing a low, rhythmic, chanting, prayer that none would hear unless they were within a few feet.

When the tall, one-eyed man Grey-Feather had glimpsed several times in the preceeding days, once at the docks and once outside the banquet hall, but whom he also recognizes from his dreams, approaches, Grey Feather is already setting light to the crushed pile of herbs held in a small stone bowl. He protects the bowl with one hand as smoke wafts up and is quickly whipped away in the blustery morning air.

Grey Feather's looks stoicly upon the god-touched man when he poses his questions, still gripping the heavy weapon at his side. But Grey Feather only continues with his task, refocusing on the bowl and and his prayers. If he is to be struck down, he will do so pleasing his ancestors. Nixtli, however, never takes her bright, unblinking eyes off the tall man.

Grey feather steps up to Sven, slowly, and raises the smoking bowl to allow some of the smoke to waft over Sven's face and head. He then, wordlessly moves past him. He moves around the ship, stopping briefly at each man and woman and each fallen soldier, both ally and enemy, and allows the smoke from the bowl to waft over their bodies as he continues the low singing chant. After he blesses the last man and last deceased body aboard the ship, he raises the bowl above his head briefly before emptying the remaining ashes into the sea. He stows the bowl and only now turns his attention to the crew of the ship, all of whom are now watching him ominously.

"I AM GREY-FEATHER OF THE PEOPLE OF THE TWILIGHT SKY WHO LIVE BEYOND THE GREAT SEA!" Grey Feather announces boldly and loudly enough for the whole ship to hear. "THIS IS NIXTLI, GREAT OWL, AMBASSADOR OF THE SACRED SMOKE AND GUARDIAN OF THE GATES OF CHANGE," he continues, his voice settling as he addresses only the five warriors who have drawn near, all of whom he has seen in his dreams.

Grey Feather looks to each warrior, in turn, pausing longer on Hjarlof, with whom he is most familiar, having tracked him through the mountains for many months. He makes only brief eye-contact with the tall, red-haired seer, whom he knows has also seen him in her own visions.

"We are not of these lands and belong to no clan that call home to these shores," Grey Feather continues looking at the tall one-eyed warrior who had asked the question. "But I am called friend to the Eohling, The People of the Elk. And I am held in high honor among my tribe as Huntsmaster and Unsworn Shaman. I have come from across the wide sea to lend my bow and tomahawk in aid to the kin of the white bear and any who call them friend," Grey Feather concludes and says no more. He stands, stoicly awaiting his fate.