Awakening.. Answering the call..

[Rune Dravre]

The woman stood above the cliffs looking down. The wind already this morning seemed to be blowing against her body. Where was she? What was this strange place? She had awoke from a slumber as others had drawn to the village and now she could not find her rest. Stepping down from the craggy cliff she looked along the path and canted her head. All that she could see seemed new. So was this it? Had the witches finally been able to bring her back? Upon that thought a smile touched lips still cracked from sleep.

Testing the circle of binding that wasn't seen by the naked eye the woman stepped over the invisible barrier with ease. There had been a moment at Twilight when the worlds had veiled and unveiled. Shifting the power just enough. It was a calling to those that had long been asleep. The chain that bound was weakening and the time of old was coming. Was she the first to wake to the call? The first harbinger of what was to come? The thought made that smile draw deeper.

Walking.. That's right she was walking along the path, towards the feel of a growing power. Her eyes and ears would be used to study this new means to an end. Many in the past had been able to contain the end, but none.. None had been able to destroy him. It had been fate and ill circumstance that had brought the three phased goddess to the lands of Arith. Each reason one more sustaining than before. The mother, the daughter, the crone. All had lived cycles here at the birth of a new power.

What stood on the path now however was a woman like no other. There was something to be said about beauty, perhaps she could be classically so at one point, but it wasn't her looks that would inspire bards to write song in her honor. No there was something otherworldy and there always had been. As the power of the one close to ascending rolled across her flesh and beckoned with it a call she would turn in the direction of that call.

It did not take very long upon the harsh lands in which she had been awoken. The lands between Alzorc and Kullyr almost like home for the wolf that rode up beside her. One hand lifted, grabbing the serpentine reins at his side and finally that form was hoisted abroad shoulders. Words flowed free from those vocals. " Come.. Upon the roads of ice we shall seek and find this one that awakens. That drives the ire of the formidable. " The wolf as if understanding started forward.

Her thoughts alone brought a road of ice in which they could follow. Following the trail that would inevitably lead her to the man that refused to take home and hearth where he was easily found. The man that was perhaps more wild than some would assume or just as wild as they perceived. Her gait astride her mount did not stride as her words lingered in the mind of the one the ancients rose for. Hear my call. Come to me dearest one... The time is almost upon you..

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    The road of ice would lead the jotunn to the shadows of the Knockskulls of Northern Kullyr, just north of the Stone River. For Logen, the choice was a tactical one with Alzorc at his back and the river acting as a wall against the cavalry of Rumeria. The beasts of burden would refuse crossing it's path, making the Vaekur less of a threat. Never-the-less, it was wear the giantess would find the Northman's camp. The firelight was down low, receding into mere cinders as he had retreated into his tent and bed roll.

    The thunderous sound of ice formation would stir him, the moisture pulled from the air and frozen into a makeshift traveling path abruptly out of thin air. Eyes of the deepest blue would snap open and out of his bed roll he'd stand, clad in simple bed cloth. Two items were grabbed, his wraps of winter and the Wolfblade. One donned and one wielded, Logen would step out of his tent to greet whatever army was marching in his direction. Eyes would scan the dark horizon, aided in the blessing of the dark lady, seeking whatever creature or monster that may be on approach.

    Upon the swirling air brought down and back into the base of the Knockskulls, Logen caught scent of a canine and a creature foreign to the lands of Arith, yet oddly familiar. He couldn't quite make out what it was... Until an image was tied in with it... and the stirring communication within his mind. The Wolfblade's scabbard was held within his left hand idly, allowing the blade to remain within for the time being. His decision to postpone aggression was out of character for him, but it was based solely on home finding him... And possibly taking him back to the world he had come from.

[Rune Dravre]

The figures rose from the swirling snow. A perfect backdrop to the all consuming of rider and wolf. " Halt.. " Was murmured softly to the wolven that gave her sanctuary upon it's back. The beast was black from muzzle to tail tip, it's eyes as golden as the sun, but there was something a bit twisted within the creature.. Barely held by the woman that wielded the ability to force it's pause. With a graceful air she sent the serpents to rest along the bowing back and covered feet pressed into the cool earth, welcoming the bitter embrace of Winter.

Unlike the kin of Jotun that graced the land her skin was not blue in tint, but she still towered over him by a good foot and a half. Brought down to size for the purpose of seeing the prowess of the kin. Blondish red hair sprang out wildly, lending aide to the ideal that she was nothing if not wilder herself. Furs and trappings covered her for the most part, but did little else in the way of modesty.
Arms ran out encompassing his camp and finally those words would conjoin with the world. Sounds of old mingling with that of new. " Be still your weapon pup.. If I had wanted you dead you would have never seen me coming.. You are not yet ready. "

Her smile was kind and while she was in the form of the maiden upon the thrice fold moon her eyes held a kind of wisdom that could only be gleaned through age. With each foot step forward the earth rolled to her touch, quaking softly. There seemed to be no fear in the giantess as she slowly made her measure around Logen. She must have seen something worth seeing for when she came to face him again contemplation ran it's mark across her features. " It is time to prepare.. " It was a simple statement, not one that would easily be understood by some. " You have been preparing for this your whole life.. Shall you be able to seek your destiny and win?"

It was as if the world stilled.. Waiting on the Northman's answer.. Waiting on the first thread of his destiny to unravel. What advice or words she offered would only come after his answer and only if he gave the one she had been looking for.

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    He had no aggression to offer the giantess. He simply stared up at the large splendor, for now ignoring the large wolf that had accompanied her. She spoke of destiny and success, challenging his path and his choices as if they were pre-determined beyond his own control. The impious bastard could only grin at what she had implied. Slow came the shake of his head before he simply placed the rig of the Wolfblade upon the stump he had used for a seat from before.

    Hands free, he offered them palms up towards the woman in a courteous display of unarmed conversation. His hands would then fall back to his sides once he had decided she'd enough time to see that he did not mean her harm.

    Preparation. Had he been preparing himself for one moment in his life or had he simply survived, excelled and learned? The perspective of the ageless versus the mortal would always be separate, different in all aspects of life. The years he had spent with a blade in his hand or at the command of others boiled down to simple things for him while the gods could see his motions beyond his own like a game of chess. One thing was for sure, he had always made his own decisions when it came down to the nit-gritty events in his life.

"There isn't a force in this world... In this life... that will ever stay my hand when my mind is made up on something. Nor is there a god known that will define who I am."

Arms set to cross over his chest in the slightest and simplest form of defiance. He knew something was coming... He could feel it in his blood, but as to what he was unsure. The feeling never made him doubt himself, only the more curious to see things unfold. "Whatever comes, whatever the prospect, if it has my interest... I'll see it done and dealt with."

[Rune Dravre]

The woman found humor in his words. The staying of his hand and the willingness to be unarmed around her not lost on her. She stood listening to his words and watching the nuisances of his body language. " Bold words for a man that has nothing to believe in, but himself. It is a hard path you choose to follow Caddoc.. " The name, it filed from her vocal chords with the expressing of velvet. " You will be ready soon. Not quite a man yet, not still a pup. " Taking his chin within fingertips she brought his head to a tilt, ice meeting ice in those glacial stares. " And for once I believe it will be enough..." Just that touch and he'd been graced with a mark of her power, though what the mark would do? She wouldn't tell nor would he be allowed to call upon it and remember.

Leaning forward a kiss pressed between his eyes, her words whispered out. " You will not remember me little one, but know this.. I will keep an eye and hand on you.. When you need it the most the knowledge you will need to seek will be there for you. " Stepping back she turned to her mount and hefted herself up. The wolf bent dropping a pendant upon the earth before turning and training back the way it had started. She would not be the first nor the last to visit him as legends of old awoke. A new power was coming.. Something that would need a champion to rise to the occasion. If he survived as the champion was not yet written in the fabrics of time nor did it speak easy of the trials ahead..

It was time to answer the call...