Shannon's Oaths

Shannon's oath over the forging of Sleipnir. "I give to you, these things of myself that I value most. Iron of my blood for scarlet passion and the steel in my spine. Ash of my hair for snaring prey and sense for danger. Grow sharp in steel, senses and spirit. All shall split except us two.” She adds blood from her hand and all the hair from her head.   —--------   When Sleipnir is being clad in silver, I felt the need to sing to it. set to The shanty Spanish Ladies: Farewell and adieu to you Black and Scarlet. Farewell and adieu thou naked steel blade. For we now expect to fight silver baned beasties. But I hope very soon I will see you again.   (Chorus) Through tooth and through claw we'll cut through a monster. The silvery gown will open his hide. But till it is tarnished with blood of the were beast. This silken silver, your thorn stays behind.   The wolf has a throat that is ready for tearing, The iron is honest but silver is law. So don the bright plating and keep a brave bearing, To bite through the hunger and snap through the jaw.   For silvers the price for the blood that's our target. Then BACK to dark iron we're longing to be.   —-----------   More oaths   Holy Gryslyne,   My blood screams, it needs to rage again. I was lightning. How could I ever go back to the way I was. Why did I let go? I want to rip something apart right now just to feel the power in my bones again.   Gryslyne, Why me? Why pick hands covered in salt and blood, the world is full of worthy avengers? I am no priestess and cannot last on the fields of battle where we met. If Sarajin or you wish to bind Sleipnir and I to your games, you shall hear my vows.   I will party to no 'secret justice', nor plot behind closed doors. I will hunt under the glare of the noon sun. My vengeance, my justice, and my reckonings will be public, witnessed, and clear to all who remain.   Where mortal law, or courts hold capacity and will to enforce justice, my hand will not swing. I am not a substitute for the magistrate; I am the axe that falls when there is no reconcile.   The spoils of corrupt houses, rogue cults, and tyrannical dead will not collect in the coffers of the temple’s clergy. What is taken from the people returns to the people, or it burns with the rest of the wreckage.   Tell me, Gryslyne, what could you possibly mean by "Justice" when you select me? A pirate vigilante who solves local corruption with an axe and a torch. What does justice get out of tying your ideal to a renegade who leaves a trail of burning estates and crimson steel?   Will you send me on hunts? What if I refuse you? If I turn my back on your virtue, keep my stolen coin, leave your work undone, what happens then? Do you strike me down?