KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
"Possibly," he admitted, "but most would rather not risk it." He gave Loren a quizzical look from where he sat hunched. "I don't get you... You asked a god for power, and now you have it. Why aren't you more proud of it?" It seemed quite the accomplishment to him.
The offer was met with a noncommittal shrug and a brief nod of 'I'll think about it'. Most likely Korbin would go by himself if he ever felt the need. Sometime when there wouldn't be any other people around. Some things were better done in private.Like getting cursed.
Loren seemed quite interested in the options Korbin listed, and he thought back, trying to recall what he'd heard. "Well... It's been at least two generations since it was done, I think. Possibly it's been used as a punishment since... not too clear on that. The elders in the lodge would know the details, they've probably lived through it themselves." He shifted, settling in a bit better.
"The esssence is, you're to prove that you learned the lessons your parents taught about surviving. So you're taken far out into the Tundra, given a knife and a water skin, and then you're left there. Meant to survive on your own for a number of days. No magic, no shifts, no nothing. Enforced by honor, and the idea that you'd be rejected from the community if you're caught cheating."
Chewing on his lip, Korbin met Loren's gaze and held it, thinking. "I might accept someone who had resolve enough to go through something like that," he admitted. "It's not up to me though... that's the kind of thing everyone would have to accept if there was to be any meaning in it."
Might be worth looking into, though. If Loren - and others - really were serious about wanting to belong here.
The offer was met with a noncommittal shrug and a brief nod of 'I'll think about it'. Most likely Korbin would go by himself if he ever felt the need. Sometime when there wouldn't be any other people around. Some things were better done in private.
Loren seemed quite interested in the options Korbin listed, and he thought back, trying to recall what he'd heard. "Well... It's been at least two generations since it was done, I think. Possibly it's been used as a punishment since... not too clear on that. The elders in the lodge would know the details, they've probably lived through it themselves." He shifted, settling in a bit better.
"The esssence is, you're to prove that you learned the lessons your parents taught about surviving. So you're taken far out into the Tundra, given a knife and a water skin, and then you're left there. Meant to survive on your own for a number of days. No magic, no shifts, no nothing. Enforced by honor, and the idea that you'd be rejected from the community if you're caught cheating."
Chewing on his lip, Korbin met Loren's gaze and held it, thinking. "I might accept someone who had resolve enough to go through something like that," he admitted. "It's not up to me though... that's the kind of thing everyone would have to accept if there was to be any meaning in it."
Might be worth looking into, though. If Loren - and others - really were serious about wanting to belong here.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
