I had learned my maege arts and devoted myself to Wod and now it was time to put those arts to the test, no longer practising, but appying them in the world. Now was the time to act.
Throwing my lot in with a ragged group all travelling the same way, we soon got to agreeing we’d do best staying as a group and aiding each other best we could. I for one was reassured by the strength of these companions, as mine own was poor and I am sure they looked at me with some scorn in that matter. I had prepared best I could, taking my time carving my best runes of warding gainst Merefolk and Dead that Walk. The one I had difficulty most was Iron Ward, but with patience I carved two good sticks, and gave one to the man Godwine who seemed someone I could rely on in front of me in a fight.
I was detrmined to show I had some skills that would benefit us. And though my clumsy attempts to save a man overboard came to naught – I barely could lift the rope yet alone throw it – I was able to give warning that we were being watched secretly when my 4th ward splintered. It was soon after we were attacked by two boats of raiders and my first real taste of fighting was gained.
I aided the the fending off of one boat which my companions did ably well with their bows by making the tiller seem a serpent. It helped, I think, but I need to work on my application and timing of its use.
Beyond that I found I was of little use among the fighting men, but it became plain to me that I needed to do something to help. Calling on Wod to give me strength I brought the image of the great bear to mind, teeth and claw, brave and fearce. I lost my concentration accepting an oath from the Captain – I need to remember to concentrate more – as it needed more time than I thought to bring the Wod-gift back to my mind and take on the qualities I hoped would sustain me in what I was about to do.
Finally I was able to truly connect with the beast-form and I admit things went a bit blurred as I leapt into the fight, without much care it seemed pushing aside those in my way, only intent on rending the foe. Those feeble arms of mine now able to grapple and slash, to strike out where I, Gadd, could not have. The frenzy lasted but a minute or so, I am told, but it appeared to have helped repel the last of the pirates though I suffered several wounds that I did not feel at the time. It will take more practise to draw on that power quickly in future, and I must be wary of pushing too far in that battle lust – though I feel I may have littel control where that is concerned.
Finally I was able to aid the Captain in his promised sacrifice, the rituals I has previously only witnessed now my responsibility to watch over and ensure Wod received his due.
I now record these things as I lay beside the fire so that I do not forget them and so that I may better understand the powers and improve my use of them. My body may be weak and unco-ordinated, but at least my mind is strong and agile, and for that I give thanks to Wod.