Preparations, Alguz Options

[Will]

Boris drove his cart in the rain. It was a constant drizzle, not enough rain to force him off the road but just enough to cause misery. Bloody Rain! He said once again to himself, would it never end?

Ahead on the road, a small group of Talthar Priests were breaking camp. Boris tipped his hat as was proper and shouted a “morning my lords!” in their direction. He thought he saw Thor but wasn’t certain…

A few hours later and the rain had stopped, the sky breaking into clear sunshine and Boris’s mood had brightened considerably. Humming to himself, he turned the wagon off the road and into the nearby woods. Here he started the unpacking, the careful setting of ropes, powders and objects – just… so. Here went the angel dust, here the bone of the saint and finally the holy water and words of destruction.

Boris stood in the middle of his rite waiting. Waiting for the signal… waiting to fulfil his destiny. His body might be destroyed but his spirit would grow in potency, a deadly enemy to those that would come.

All over Primus, others would be doing the same. Waiting to transform themselves from mere men into angelic spirits. Much more resilient, more deadly and ready to face those that opposed them.