Gwrtheyrn
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It was surreal. The poet had always been somewhat removed from his kin. In the past he had been the object of many a sneering joke or barbed comment. Now his own father bowed to him as if he were the chieftain of a visiting clan.
There was respect and also a distance.
He was the mediator for the Silver Jedi. In today's world this bore the importance of any shaman communing with spirits. The Silver Order were the saviors of his people after the undead plague had rocked their foundations. He didn't stay long merely relaying some communications from the Silvers to the chieftain and keeping up formalities with old acquaintances.
That out of the way Gwrtheyrn headed for Jotuns falls.
Glacial runoff from some of the most fearsome peaks on Iego the falls were notorious for punishing those who would brave them. The temperature and force behind the raging torrent would kill a Human outright and could even break a Maelibi warrior if not well prepared.
Gwrtheyrn however was prepared for this. It was spring and thus the fall was at the apex of its power. Crushing force would hammer down upon him till it was more than his body could take. Pushing him to his limits.
That was the idea.
When the poet first slid himself under the liquid assault he could feel the bones in his back strain under the tension.
Ten minutes later he was wanting to scream with exhaustion.
Thirty minutes and he cursed himself for a fool as his muscled spasmed with pain.
An hour and he wished he could simply curl up and die.
Two hours - things were looking bleary and black spots played on the edges of the poets vision.
Three and his body had nothing more to give. Everything was spent but the water kept hammering down without a care for his well-being.
Something had to give - either him or the laws of physics.
But what were the laws of physics before the willpower one of Ashlas champions?
When the poet walked out from under the fall his steps were firm and purposeful. Not a shiver could be seen and those who witnessed his expression would never guess that he had been inches from death several hours previous. The old adage was true what did not kill you made you stronger.
There was respect and also a distance.
He was the mediator for the Silver Jedi. In today's world this bore the importance of any shaman communing with spirits. The Silver Order were the saviors of his people after the undead plague had rocked their foundations. He didn't stay long merely relaying some communications from the Silvers to the chieftain and keeping up formalities with old acquaintances.
That out of the way Gwrtheyrn headed for Jotuns falls.
Glacial runoff from some of the most fearsome peaks on Iego the falls were notorious for punishing those who would brave them. The temperature and force behind the raging torrent would kill a Human outright and could even break a Maelibi warrior if not well prepared.
Gwrtheyrn however was prepared for this. It was spring and thus the fall was at the apex of its power. Crushing force would hammer down upon him till it was more than his body could take. Pushing him to his limits.
That was the idea.
When the poet first slid himself under the liquid assault he could feel the bones in his back strain under the tension.
Ten minutes later he was wanting to scream with exhaustion.
Thirty minutes and he cursed himself for a fool as his muscled spasmed with pain.
An hour and he wished he could simply curl up and die.
Two hours - things were looking bleary and black spots played on the edges of the poets vision.
Three and his body had nothing more to give. Everything was spent but the water kept hammering down without a care for his well-being.
Something had to give - either him or the laws of physics.
But what were the laws of physics before the willpower one of Ashlas champions?
When the poet walked out from under the fall his steps were firm and purposeful. Not a shiver could be seen and those who witnessed his expression would never guess that he had been inches from death several hours previous. The old adage was true what did not kill you made you stronger.