The Wildling Way

Adventure Log - Canowicakte Akule

Adventure Log 2013-06-06

I am Canowicakte Akule, The Son of Yiska Akule & Meda Akule, I am of my mother’s Tribe Weirwrath. Let the Old Gods bare witness that I speak only truths.

It was wise for the chieftain to ask us to search out the cause of the smoke. For I have seen Blood Tears and they venture into our lands unbidden.

The Blood Tears hide treachery behind words of peace and prosperity. I see their lies as the shackles they are. It sickens me to see Freefolk so easily cowed be kneelers and I fear there are those among us that would trade away our freedom to join the Tears’ herd.

They wish to take part in our bounty? Let them ask for it with honest words and they should have it. They wish to be consider of our tribe? I say no! No words can be spoken that will sway me on this matter.

Chief Buchongahelas will surely hear me and see the wisdom of my words.

I have spoken.

The Blood Tears

Chief Buchongahelas sent us out upon the land to seek the source of flame and smoke in our southern shores. Tali of the gilded tongue spoke her words and wiles upon a scout. He joined our quest. I warned the others to tread lightly as a breath of wind brought me a whisper of metal and flame. The scout we sent ahead and circled around as so to see what was ahead.

The gods spoke to me again through the winds and brought voices of foreign tongues. They spoke the words from over The Wall. We met men in the woods and Tali spoke her honeyed words to them. We went to their village that rested in our lands. There we found The Blood Tears. Free people who have a flown crow as their leader. Many words passed between my people and theirs. The gods must have smiled upon those words for we stayed in their camp that night and feasted upon their meats. We heard their songs. They called us lost brothers, then told us their tales of bereavement from the Weirwraths.

We took our rest under their roof and dreamed our dreams. We took their storyteller and the brother of the leader with us to speak to the council. I trust this brother not. While I wish for trade and peace with our lost brothers, we must be ever wary. Our tribe are born warriors. We shall remain free warriors.

Attika and Scouting the Unknown Fire
Two suns past, Chief Buchongahelas sounded the call and set us out to see the fire the scouts had smelled. In his wisdom, he sent Honovi the Alert, Akule the Mad, Tali the Charmer, Silje the Healer and me, Attika the Archer. I tried, but resorted to asking Tali to sway [insert name2 here] the Scout to come along- she is, well, the Charmer, and he lept at that chance.

We goed, and it is good Honovi was with us, for she smells all and soon smelled fire… and then heard talk. We found a tribe, poaching on our land. Tali sent her new friend back to inform Chief Buchongahelas. We spread, but Akule, the most subtle among us, decided silent watching was a fool’s task, and called to them. Chief Buchongahelas must not have wanted us to watch unheard, for in sending Akule he saw to it that we confronted the poachers.

Alone, Akule, entered the camp and demanded they leave. He talked strong, but did not stray far from the edge of their camp. With children laughing at him, the stranger’s leader came forth and, oddly enough, invited Akule’s wolf to eat with them. These Blood Tears must be as mad as Akule.

After seeing no effort to protect their children, the rest of us entered their camp. Free folk, led by a Flown Crow… and his brother as their Spirit Talker. They claim to be our Tribe-Kin, driven away many moons ago. Blood Tears- sad because we drove them out- who now claim to want to rejoin us. I am certain their Flown Crow leader, and his brother, left their own people to rule, not bend knee to our Chief Buchongahelas. No, these worms mean to rule us as well- before long, they will seek to out Chief Buchongahelas.

When tribes unite, leaders often die.

There's A Storm Coming

As well as our most recent scouting trip went, I can’t help but feel on edge. We were sent by the Chief to find out what was causing the recent fires in our lands. Attika tried to convince our scout to come with, and although he fancies himself the next chief, it seems he lacks a certain… finesse. It was no problem for me to acquire his services, though. It never is with men. After finding a new tribe, who happen to not only be seemingly welcoming, but apparently our prodigal brothers and sisters as well, we were able to convince them to send a small party to meet with our alliance. I fear that the party they sent will not show their best face,yet they will have to do. I must keep my eyes open around them, though. Both the Elder Mother and this fallen Septon seem… untrustworthy, to say the least.

Overall, with the exception of Akule, who has always been stubborn and difficult, the tribe seems open to the possibility of welcoming them into our alliance. I look forward to negotiating a trade agreement, as the opportunities may be worth much more than the small amount of land we would allow them. They have metal! We were all given daggers as a sign of goodwill from their leader. And therein lies what makes me so uneasy. This tribe is run by a flown crow, who, by all accounts, seems to be an agreeable enough man, but he has many other Westerosi in the tribe, and some of them seem to know who I am, even after all these years… This feels to be an omen. There is a storm on the horizon, and I can only hope that we are able to weather it.

The Fortold

Mother and I knew obstacles would happen. The greater the glory the greater the challenges. When the smoke was seen I knew it was a sign but not of what.

I was sent by the chief, with the next chief “For it has been seen but not told”, along with many others who are of import to investigate the smoke seen in our territory. I shrug my bad feeling off reminding my self that I found no knowledge of a curse upon our tribe in the tales from the others old ones as we go forth.

What we found sickened me. When we get to the smoke Kneelers with big, fancy names are there pretending to be like us, somehow making “our kind” bow before them. Crows all furred up. I know some crows come to want our life, but it is a slow change and not many at once. This is wrong. That many betraying oaths at once is scary. Seeing free people part the ways for a named other is maddening. The worst thing, the thing that made me almost vomit was the old woman.

She speaks of prophecy but knows not truth. She is trying to merge our people, saying that hers are ours from a distant purge. I do not even care if that is true. I will not allow our proud tribe to kneel and so help me by the Gods if I ever have to kneel let it be before an axe to my neck or with my friends on the other side for money.

Then we are sent back with a priest with a holy symbol that is smashed. Never did I see a thing like this over there. One who wears a God in defile is not to be trusted. I know this.

I reassured everyone that my mother would also attest that these tales are not true, but I know Mom is waiting for my word that it is safe to bring the goods to the village.

I restrained myself from killing the man pig who demanded my friend, from killing ht lying crone in her camp but I do not know how much longer I can hold my anger back. I love my tribe as a mother loves her cubs and I will dye protecting them if I must.

Were's My Island?

Wheres my island

We talked of what to do about the Blood Tears. We traveled home with their “Wise” Woman and “Priest”. Plans were made of what to do, but in the end, the rain came and washed away the plans… and the visitors and our island. Whatever we thought to do about the Blood Tears must be re-thought in the light of “How will the Blood-Tears react when they discover their Wise Woman and Lunatic Priest are lost?”
Who would think their tribe (the Wyrwraiths or Blood Tears) inspires such hate that newly-met people would drop a lake on themselves to cleanse the earth of their legacy? The forces that want conflict, Blood Tears and Wyrwraiths alike, claim to think so, and will try and use this event to justify having their way, but what they claim happened is not rational.
And what if it is? What plans of action are there against those who drop lakes on their foes? Steel weapons are the least of our worries if it comes to that.

- Attika

There Can Be No Peace
Canowicakte Akule

I am Canowicakte Akule, The Son of Yiska Akule & Meda Akule, I am of my mother’s Tribe Weirwrath. Let the Old Gods bare witness that I speak only truths.

The Blood Tears ask for peace, but offer poison. So quicky, their words have been seen for the lies that they are. They sought to destroy us by the sacrifice of their Wise Ones to power their dark magic? Chief Buckongahelas can not be so blind to not see that Tears are without honor! The truth walks and none can hide from its.

The Blood Tears are descendants of traitors and cowards, they bow to a kneeler and pray to dark powers.

Do they not see that such weakness breeds true?

Can they not know that desperate prayers to dark gods will not change their fate?

How can they think to be our equal?

I have spoken.

The Craven Chief

As a youngling I never understood the history we had of killing our chiefs. As a woman who watched the island sink I understand much more. The fault is not entirely with the Wise Woman and that should not be forgotten. Chief was to scared to make the choices on his own. Then when he did not like the outcome he blamed me in front on the tribe. He is a craven.

Sadly, he can not be taken on at the same time that the Blood Tears are dealt with. What will come of the loss of the island I am unsure of but the price we almost paid for trust was to great. The price we almost paid for not listening to our gut was to great. We should have killed them and their leaders. It will not happen again.

Nor will I so blindly ever try to please the chief. What ever comes will be at the choice of my friends and by our hands or the hands of others we trust in addition to our own.

The Gods have spoken

We lead the old one and odd priest though the wood toward our island. Silje and Tali ran ahead to speak to old chief. The rest of us went the further path to await the chief’s word on what to do with these speakers of the Blood Tears.The old one kept us entertained with her false tales along the way. I do not think that Akule or Attika appreciated her tales of wonderment as much as I did.

We met up with the rest of the tribe’s men and much discussion took place before we went back to the island. We went upon old chief to discuss the speakers and found him much occupied with his virility after conducting our guests to their tent. I went to check upon my flock. I think my poor Demina has hoof rot from this rain. I put a poultice on it before retiring to my husband for the night. I was distracted by a odd sound coming on a breath of wind from the direction of the visitor’s tent. I sent my husband to check on the flock again while I went to investigate the sound. The gods must be smiling on me for it was the visitors speaking in their strange tongue. Tali had arranged with me on the trek to awaken her if I needed her ears to translate these strange words. I went to go fetch her to the tent. Tali was occupied when I went to fetch her and annoyed at my interruption. We met up with the others after finding the man was speaking about the watery death upon us all. We went back to my tent to discuss matters. It was nice to have visitors, even though husband was rolled in the furs asleep.

Beltebil decided to leave the island stating that a lake was above us and below. I saw the wisdom in this and begain to back up. Chief was angered by the village packing up to leave. Tali convinced him that we should leave for the good of the tribe. I saw that she would not be able to get her goods to safety while she argued with the stubborn man and got her items on a boat.

Our Island is now under water from the lake that was in the sky. Old Chief is unwise. The visitors were lost. our people made it through the storm. One of my poor flock was lost in the water, but another was born. The gods have taken our Island but have given us a mountain. I do not know if we shall stay here. I do know that the gods have spoken on the matter of the Blood Tears. We shall not join with them. Our home is lost to us because we brought them to it.

The Storm has Come and New Beginnings

We had trekked to and from the land of the Blood Tears, taking great pains to prevent any mishaps, but it seems that the gods nature had different plans for us. A great torrent of water fell from the skies as we walked, and it only became worse as we neared the island. My tribe seems to think the fallen sept is to blame for “dropping the lake on us” but something tells me his dreams may have come as a warning. I still cannot trust this instinct, nor any of the blood tears, but if he truly saw the future, why would they have stayed to die while we all lived? I feel the true villian here is the chief. He refuses to make decisions for fear of retaliation or being seen as weak, but his lack of courage and leadership would have doomed us all if it weren’t for our actions. I am thankful that Honovi busted in on me when she did, as… inconvenient as it was. Mordin had to wait until we found safety, but I am sure he values his life more than his temporary pleasure. We currently take refuge on the mountain and the water has left us cold. Luckily, I know how to create my own warmth.

We have been sent by the chief to find a new place to live. He says this is a "test for his possible successors, but I see it for what it is, a way to keep them away while he recovers from his current weak state. Though we have not, I would not be suprised if Mordin or some other “little Chief” returns to slaughter him. I couldn’t blame them after recent events, but I do hope that if a new chief must rise, Mordin takes that mantle. I find the bed of a Chief even more comfortable than my own. We travelled south to find our new home, and I wanted for warmth. Sadly, there are only men of ill station, odd afflictions, and seemingly unnatural affection. Honovi does me kindness by inviting me to her family tent, and I accept. They did kill a bear today, and though Akule claims to have shot it with a thousand arrows, done a back-flip over its gaping maw, and stabbed it through his heart, Honovi passed along the true story. He did not lack for bravery, but his stories tend to overstate his ability. When challenged as to what I did today while they were fighting a bear, (by the man who sent me to collect Siljie, no less,) I was forced to remind the men of the punishment for such idle talk. I cannot wait to return to the tribe and the warmth of my own bed.


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