Oraz Honed for war
They returned from their Frey at dusk and his eyes cut through the dark farther than the others and he saw that his son walked not among the living that returned. His heart broken he met the small caravan and greeted their leader with a hug and seeing his sons body being drawn upon a wagon he thanked them for not leaving it behind. At there arrival to the camp he carried his son's body into the meeting tent where the other brave, young dead rested and waited to be cleaned and preppered for burial. As the women, sisters and mothers and wife's cleaned the other bodies he cleaned his son's. With a damp rag and his tears he wiped the wounds clean of blood and dirt. As he did this in a whisper he sang Holy Holy Holy is God Almighty, Master of heaven and Earth. He sang these words till he stood no more an finally fell asleep, taking his bed on the floor next to the cot on which his son's body rested.
That following night after building a small structure on which to perform the ceremony he set his son's body ablaze. Through the night he sang those songs which brought his broken heart peace and wept bitterly as those men and women who were there with him also did.
Two days passed and on that evening he prepared himself for death. he brought with him five sharpened knives of various lengths and makes and a large hammer. When the men saw him leaving they begged him to stay saying
Please Oraz don't leave, they number 100 strong at least and that only counts their fighting men. What could you possibly hope to accomplish.
He answered them with silence looking at the ground then raising his head he spoke
I hope to stain my hands with their blood, to feast my blades on their flesh and strip them of their peace. To my end be it short or through the night I no longer desire to see that sun rise upon my life and its crooked paths. I hunger for their death or mine and I desire no rest till this hunger is saited. No man dared to speak a word against him and some saw what showed like a shadow standing behind him. He turned and vanished into the darkness taking paths few left alive knew. He knelt low out side the boundaries of their camp. He knelt and whispered his prayer
Grant me strength in this my final moment. Grant me mercy and a quick and courageous death amongst these, my enemies.
So in that moment he set out tent to tent killing man after man with blade and hammer till after some twenty the camp became aware of his presence so he bacame wild and forsook all stealth and so he warred against the men of that camp openly now. A Doomsmam raging in the dark. His cry heard far and wide. It was somthing like the howl of a wolf and the roar of a lion. Out side he was surrounded by tens of those remaining with spears drawn out encircling him. At that moment it began to hail and thunder without light broke out. His eyes saw between the spears and through the dark. He ran on his knees and took his first man throwing him across many. He cut though all those that stood there and sifted the living like wheat. No man warrior or other from the camp had survived. He took the heads of the chiefs and set their camp ablaze.
Unknown to him two men from his own camp followed him and from a high hill saw such as they could in the moon light what he had done. Also all the women who had escaped the onslaught spread word of a demon large and terrible that had entered their camp and killed all their men. That he moved like a shadow, a wraith.
That morning he retired to his own people without sleep holding the three heads of his enemies captains. He walked into his own tent alone and slept.
Such was his first great victory. And in like many came many more and so it was from this fame that many great men, and women came to fight under his banner.