I am Canowicakte Akule, The Son of Yiska Akule & Meda Akule, I am of my mother’s Tribe Weirwrath. We returned from our triumph in the south to see the vultures circling the old chief. Even old Buckongahelas is worthy of more respect.
The wise one, Silje, was offended as well and struck one of the vultures to show her disapproval. This wasn’t however the depth of their disrespect as one “Would be Chief” struck Silje, and displayed to all to see his craven ways!
The old gods deliver their retribution through Honovi as she laid low the fool, scattering the rest of the vultures. I am saddened by the cowardice of the sub-chiefs. Attika meditates in preparation for the challenges that he will face in becoming chief. Yet… Yet there is no worth challenger to face. Respect can not be earned, Honor can not be displayed.
Great tale can’t be told of triumphs over the unworthy!
Under Buckongahelas, weakness has been breed into the weirwraith. I sought the solace of the old gods, asking them to make this whelp of the Bloody Tears a worthy foe. I hope.. I pray for strength for a child from a tribe that is not my own! I am compelled to do this because Attika must be tested; a strong chief must triumph over a worth challenge.
Let the cast out deliver that which the wierwraith have failed to provide.
I am Canowicakte Akule. I have spoken. Now I listen.