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Spirits

To Speak, To Learn, To Respect


The shamans of the Albanni commune with the spirits of land and earth and sea. There are thousands of such spirits; each beast of the field and crawling or swimming thing has a patron, an overseeing power. But a small handful of those powers have, for reasons unclear to the Albanni, chosen to acknowledge the existence of humans and interact with them.

The Spirits are not gods; or perhaps the gods are the Spirits of humans, or the Spirits are the Gods of the animals. In any case, the Spirits who deign to acknowledge humans are a similar, but different, order of supernatural being to the gods. They interact together – many myths will cite The Hunter pursuing the Bear, or The Storyteller and Adder, or the Midwife, Pike and the Moon’s Child – but they seem to operate in independent ways.



Bear

No sacrifice is too great for what matters to me,



Osprey

I see beyond the clouds and far horizon of this world.



Elk

I make the hard choices others cannot face.



Adder

I endure and survive, no matter what the price.



Rat

I am alone, and weak. We are many, and strong.



Boar

I kill, and run, and laugh, and kill again for pure joy.



Pike

I will be strong, and take what I need from the weak