"My strong sons, I am proud to leave you with my name in your care and know that you will take our heritage and make it greater. Redgurn, you are will be given the task of leading this village through the times ahead. It will not be easy, in fact, I dare say that you will be measured by far greater challenges than the clan of Vorseman have known since Dagmar laid this ground before us."

Redgurn nodded slightly. For being nigh unto 18, he took the news in stride. He had known this would be coming years before, but actually hearing it was a different feeling entirely. Although, it was strange to bring up challenges when there were none to be seen. The village had well established food resources that Beolnyr himself put into place. Redgurn had learned these ways and knew how to keep the village prosperous even during the Hungry season.

Outside threats, did not worry Redgurn. The Little Urikai had never become so bold as to be overbearing. Their numbers were vast beyond the Vorselands, but they were no match for the Vorseman and their horses, as such, they were easily dispatched. The Arachna clung to the forests and did not venture out in the open. No threat had been known to be so great as to be unconquerable and there were no indications that anything much greater would be coming their way. It was hard to reconcile, but Redgurn took the words and mulled them over with a thoughtful look, but still, he felt that his father may have overestimated the future. For Redgurn, it was a clear plain for riding.

Beolnyr continued, "Corman, my second son. Your brother will need your help in keeping the Vorseman strong. It is up to you to stand at his right hand and uphold the laws and culture of the Vorseman. It is your calling to make sure that the Vorseman can tide the coming storm and you need to respect your brother's calling in order to do this."

Corman burned with fury. "I am to be forever be in the shadow of my brother, then?" Corman sneered, with all the anger and malice a 13 year old could muster. Out of sight of his father, a mischievous grin flitted across Redgurn's face barely visible in the firelight, further inciting the violence in Corman's eyes. "I can't even make a name for myself that isn't my brother's. I never asked for this. I never wanted this."

Beolnyr paused. He never wanted this for his sons either. Each man should be his own. It with Heidlyn's desire to have more children, but it was never his wish to have his son's fight for the right of chieftain. It had always been this way, one to be the master and the remainder to be ... servants. Even his daughters had more chance at free will than sons who didn't hold the birthright. It hurt him to hear these words from Corman. He saw more of himself in Redgurn, absolutely, but that wasn't a good thing. Heidlyn's temperament and way with words were definitely within Corman, even if not terribly defined at this young of an age.

In many ways, Beolnyr saw Corman as a better leader, but he could never mention this to Redgurn, or anyone for that matter. Tradition was the way this happened and the Gods would make sure that each man won his place as a lifelong endeavor. This tradition allowed for consistency to be maintained. The Mother Druid had said so. She had also said that Corman would discover his fate, his orlog, through service to his brother.

She had told these things to Beolnyr in the proceeding weeks. "However entwined Corman was with that of his brother's fate, it could be far grander than even a lowly Vorseman chieftain would ever know." The words stung Beolnyr as the sitting Chieftain, but he took the words to heart. The details of this future, however, could not be revealed to Beolnyr or the course of the threads of fate would be forever changed. So, Beolnyr tried to give Corman the answers he needed, even if these answers would never be enough.

The anger in Corman's eyes brought Beolnyr back to the present. "This is your calling, Son. The God's established this tradition when the first Vorseman broke ground in this Westvahl and you will abide by it. This orlog is greater than you and you will keep step with your brother. And in turn," he grasped both boys by the scruff of their necks, "your brother will watch your back. I would expect nothing less. You are bound by blood and that blood is shared with your ancestors even back to the Gods themselves. Petty rivalries between brothers will not change the past or the present. It will be up to you to make sure that there is still a future for the clan."