Tungo stands guard with an elder warrior, his respected mentor, Nobok Kolag - known as The Bonebreaker. Here stands the Goliath who slew a cave lion with his bare hands when a mere apprentice tracker. Here stands the Goliath who was thought to have died a heroic death holding back a pack of Devils while the Clan escaped across the Roundstone river, only to crawl back to camp a day later - torn, bloodied, but alive. He is not normally a talkative man, and tonight, he is nearly silent. Tungo knows him well enough to know that this means something is concerning him.
The night drags on. No enemies appear, but Nobok grows increasingly tense, grinding his teeth and muttering to himself. Tungo is about to speak when he notices that they have stopped walking their patrol.
"The Witch wants you." growls Nobok quietly, nodding his head towards the black tent that stands at the edge of the camp. "You must go." he pauses, looks Tungo in the eye. The young barbarian is not certain if it is a trick of the shadows, but he thinks he sees fear in the storied warrior's face.
"She sees the future Tungo. Once you set foot on the path she reveals, you cannot stray. Your life becomes like a falling rock or an arrow fired from a bow. There is no stopping it. And for every league you walk - you pay in blood."
He clasps Tungo on the shoulder and grins. "Go now. It is time."
Tungo makes his way towards the black tent where waits the Witch...
Tungo stumbles from the Witch's tent just after dawn. His memory of the last few hours fades quickly, like a dream upon waking. Details elude him, but a sense of dread purpose fills him as he walks to the morning gathering around the cook fires.
The Clan elders speak. "Warriors! Our Genasi allies seek the courage of Goliath! Who answers with Krogan steel? Who will give battle for the Clan's honor?"
Tungo bellows a war cry and raises his axe above his head, volunteering without hesitation - committed like a falling rock or an arrow fired from a bow.