At the end of the siege of Kaldorn, when the walls fell, young Jrodha Nosin sought shelter from the invading armies. Jrodha found it in the temple of one of the city’s most prominent gods. Yet while the rage of the invaders faded with Jrodha safely behind the barricade, safety always comes at a price… -- Deathshead419
When the world ended, a child ran for the shelter of Boreas' temple. Her name, when she entered the stone structure, was Jrodha Nosin. What she was when she came back out... well... That must be explained.
Jrodha had barely dodged three arrows on the way to the temple, and got hit by a fourth as she stumbled onto sacred ground. She was six and scrawny, so of course it knocked her off her feet. She half-scrambled, half-crawled to the altar, and gripped the tusks with all her remaining might.
"Lord of Ice, maker of the cold winds, he whose mercy we beg of every dawn and every dusk... Bring your mercy hither now. Take my blood. Take my body. If you do not, there will be none to sacrifice to you, there's barbarians... attacking us." It was not a very formal prayer and Jrodha knew enough to believe that the gods needed formal words. All of the important ones flew out of her head. So she said the ones she said most often, "We thank the gods for all we eat, from field and flower to our meat. To the gods for mercy pray, that we may live another day."
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