What happens when a tribal shaman and his paladin brother have to cross paths? Lets see!



... "So, you came." The green one stated as he heard the slight clanking of heavy steel armor.

"Of course I came, I would never forget this clearing." The other responded as they came to the sight of the burning field. "We had many great adventures as kids here, shame farmers are taking it though."

"Heh, isnt that the truth."

"..." there was an uneasy silence as the two brothers refused to meet each others faces

"You know why i'm here, dont you?" The armored one began breaking the quiet crackling of the flames

"I do."

"I have to take you back."

"I broke no law, you know that." The green one began as he turned to face his brother who wore plate mail over the traditonal armors that he wore.

"You didnt break tradition." The other brother corrected reaching for his sword "But the law isnt bound by that, not anymore."

"Who taught me that tradition was important, that tradition was to be followed no matter what?" The green one lifted their sword and pointed it at his brother, causing the armored one to draw there own "You did."

"Laws change..." they mumbled feebly

"No, people change." The younger brother spat pointing their sword at the elder "You changed."

"I am an arbiter of justice, my beliefs have no place in judgements." The armored one answered as he stared at the hilt of his blade

"So youve given up everything that youve taught me?" The green one began placing his blade into the ground "That is the saddest thing here"

"..." the elder brother couldnt respond as he avoided his younger brothers stare instead focusing on his crossed arms before he came to a decision. Without a word they tossed their sword towards their younger brother,who caught it easily allowing him to see what was there: judgement lines etched into the handle, a way that their people traditonally measured how many people have been brought to justice.

"If you beat me, then i will allow you to go free." The green ine tilted his horned head in confusion

"What-?"

"There are clauses that allow ones faith, permiting its fair, to determine judgement. A Kaarak mas, as you should know it."

There was a tilt in the green ones head as he tossed his brothers sword onto the ground.

"Then lets get started..."