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Face to face with Odin

Posted in Niamh, War of Gor on March 29, 2026 by crow1971

[14:58] Bödvåя Şкäяşgåяd (xachillesx32) shouts: went out walking with Solvia until they saw a hooded figure walking along the paths seeing him go into the temple carrying a staff and dressed in black and hoards of crows surrounding him.The giants eyes widen and he looked to his wife and spoke.”By da’ God’s could that be….Odin! da’ Alfadir! we must tell da’ others!

[14:59] Şolviä Şкäяşgåяd (solvia.nightfall) shouts: I come down from the temple like a storm breaking, breath fierce in my chest as my voice cuts through the village, “Hear me! I have seen him the Wanderer, the one-eyed god standing in the temple with ravens circling as if they carried his will upon their wings!” My gaze burns from face to face, unshaken, resolute. “This is no dream, no drunken vision… Odin walks among us

[15:00] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) perked her brow at the words “Is he … ” she would rephrase the earlier words that came to mind “your brother ?” she asks. “I wouldn’t have ever thought that.” but turned at the calls and bells. “Oh ..”he hand to her heart as she turned to see what was going on.

[15:01] Bödvåя Şкäяşgåяd (xachillesx32) Came running down the hill.”Oi! we saw him! both Solvia an’ I saw him! come look!” said the giant as he was out of breath as he looked to them all.

[15:02] Grinder (grinder.rune) looks up and tosses the cloth as the man approached. He did not know him but he looked a strong Torv and had a sense of purpose at the moment. As the man stopped from running and told him, he did not hesitate. He would follow after this man, He knew it was the right thing to do. “Aye, I come.”

[15:02] Şolviä Şкäяşgåяd (solvia.nightfall) I stride into the midst of them, breath still sharp, arm lifting as I point back toward the temple, eyes fierce with what I have seen. “Go look and see! I say to Niamh with widened eyes

[15:02] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would look from Bodvar towards Grinder and the girl. She would follow their lead immediately.

[15:03] Bödvåя Şкäяşgåяd (xachillesx32) nods and show’s them

[15:05] Şolviä Şкäяşgåяd (solvia.nightfall) Throws myself in front of Grinder ready to be a sacrifice ” Tis Odin, do you not see?” my blue eyes flowing to his, my voice soft and low.

[15:07] Ťÿr Ťÿrhråfnsøn (wolfbjorn) shouts: Taps his staff across the ground 3 times as it echoed in the temple. The One eyed one had a swarm of ravens about him and turns slowly and a raspy voice came left his mouth as he sense others with him.”The time has come for Torvaldsburg a new land for new blood and new folk as I cast with my staff the summoning of Thor and Baldr and Freya and Frig to see for themselves what has become of these lands in the north!” he said as he turned showing his one eye and long white beard as he stared at them.

[15:09] Bödvåя Şкäяşgåяd (xachillesx32) The giant stood there eyes widen and pulled his wife near him and hugged her tight.”Tis Odin! we must show respect to da’ alfadir!”

[15:11] Şolviä Şкäяşgåяd (solvia.nightfall) I stand in the center of the temple, breath slow but heavy, dark eyes fixed upon the one eyed Wanderer before his totem, the scent of blood thick in the air as it pools across the stones at his feet, ravens circling above like a living storm, my hand lifting slightly as if drawn by something unseen before lowering again, spine straightening with quiet resolve, voice low but steady as it breaks the silence “Allfather…”

[15:11] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) stepped in and would try to calm the beating of her heart. She had been hearing voices, songs that she felt were of a godly origin. But to face a god ? That was something completely different. As she held pause and saw the figure turn she felt the drum of her heart become louder. She simply watched, listens when words seemed to come from this sacred place. At the words of an offer she folded her hands together. Already understanding the loss of a life.

[15:18] Ťÿr Ťÿrhråfnsøn (wolfbjorn) shouts: The All father stood there as he placed his gaze upon the ones who dare disturb him at this time. His voice sounded that of thunder and as the clouds formed and the ravens swarmed him their wings flapped as they circled around him he then spoke as he tapped his staff.” I been watching….watching you all” he paused as he tilted his head seeing the giant and his woman then the others as he spoke.”Now is the time for the north to go and conquer it’s enemies I have seen your offerings they will do as there are those who claim to be false chieftains and nay sayers….they will dealt with how I the..All father see fit!” said the one eye one as he cast his staff once more tapping it on the ground.

[15:20] Şolviä Şкäяşgåяd (solvia.nightfall) slows as we near the steps, the weight of what we witnessed still clinging to me like smoke, my gaze lifting toward the figure above as my hand settles at my side, fingers curling slightly, steadying myself before stepping forward a pace, voice low but carrying through the temple “We stood before him… not a dream, not a tale. The One-Eyed Wanderer… with ravens circling as if the air itself obeyed him.” my eyes flick briefly to Niamh, then back ahead, chin lifting with quiet certainty “Whatever has been set in motion here… we are already within it.” “Then it will be done.” my gaze sharpens, carrying the strength of the North as I speak without hesitation “Let the false fall and the weak be swept aside… we will rise as you have willed it.

[15:22] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) stepped closer as to study him. She was never truly filled with fear. She had stared death in the eyes so many times that she knew she would not escape it if it truly came for her. As the staff tapped she would lower her eyes as if the mere sound demanded her submissive stance. She approached with respect and understanding of the words that came to them. She had seen it before and knew to be a keen listener. “We hear You.”she answers. Her voice as clear as day and wtih the promise of a vow. “How can we show that we are serious in hearing your guidance.” she asks – in hope for more direction.

[15:22] Bödvåя Şкäяşgåяd (xachillesx32) Bodvar stood there in silence seeing the All father and just remained quiet.

[15:32] Ťÿr Ťÿrhråfnsøn (wolfbjorn) shouts: The wise one lifted his arm slowly as the raven Huggin came and was summoned and rested it’s feet upon his arm and as Mugin rested upon his shoulder. He heard the ask him a question his voice raspy and echoed through out the hall…he nodded.”This pleases me that yea hear me! this be the words of not only guidence but of great wisdom and warning!” he said to the woman. He then looked about the the others and pointed to them.”You! Bodvar Skarsgard yes I know yea by name all of yea by name and Solvia as well as Niamh…yea must all stay close to one another for the time of men will be needed.” He paused and looked to the blonde haired one and spoke to her as he lifted his arm again and cast his staff upon the ground once again as the totems shook on his staff and echoed.”The time will be when the sons of Skarsgard and Stromberg will be but a army across the seas and the those who oppose us with their false gods such as the priest kinds will fall!”

[15:37] Şolviä Şкäяşgåяd (solvia.nightfall) lowers my gaze as the ravens settle upon him, the weight of the Allfather’s presence pressing against my very breath, my posture softening as I bow my head in reverence, one hand resting over my chest as I step no closer than what is earned, voice lowered steady, but humbled beneath his gaze “We hear you, Allfather… and we will not stray from what you have set before us.”

[15:39] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) felt the inner turmoil. She wanted to be respectful. She would bow to him as he stood here before her. She would denote anything when it came to keep her mate and their children safe. Family had become everything to her. Yet she felt the tension in her body. Does he know? she wondered, her heart hammering against her ribs. Can the All-Father see the invisible threads the Priest Kings have woven around her? She was terrified that the Priest Kings technological grace would be seen as an insult to this God. As he spoke her name – once gifted in a ritual – she would look towards him. Not in deviance but in this awakening. Fearful to the bone.

[15:45] Madeleine Skall (mallairian): Enters the hall and is startled to see people inside the place I come for quiet reflection and blink in the dim light seeing a tall man with a white beard, staff in his hand being circled by ravens…

[15:46] Ťÿr Ťÿrhråfnsøn (wolfbjorn) shouts: His beard was mixed that of gray and white as he had rope burns across his neck from trying to hang himself from the tree of life Yddrasil itself. Odin lifted his brow toward Solvia then over to Bodvar slowly moving his head to Niam and spoke.”Aye I see all things…things that are…things that were and things that have not yet come to past but will…it is of great disgrace for our people to go and claim such lands that of the south as home this…is not the way! this displeases me a change must be made but I know that all who left their culture and homes and even themselves who have disowned the gods…shall return soon to the north! but a great danger be across sea those who call themselves the priest kings will clash with us who be might in strength.” he paused seeing another enter the great temple and casts his eyes upon them all. He looked to his raven and spoke to it.”Go! my friend fly to Midgard and summons those home the time is now for the north to go to war!”

[15:50] Bödvåя Şкäяşgåяd (xachillesx32) The giant stood very still and not even a sneeze left his nose he had an itch but didn’t even scratch it as he looked upon the All father. Bodvar wrapped his around Solvia his woman and kept her close.

[15:51] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) listens to the words and each word was a cut within her being. Slowly slicing into her normal iron resolve. “All-Father,” she whispered, “Your wisdom is a storm I cannot weather… yet I feel its truth.” She flinched as he spoke of the Priest-Kings. To hear of the hidden masters of the Sardar confirmed her darkest fears. She felt the weight of their ‘Grace’ like a heavy, invisible collar around her neck. If Odin saw them as a ‘great danger,’ then her soul was a battlefield where two worlds were already at war. “You see the threads They have woven,” she said, her eyes lifting to meet his, wide with a mixture of terror and desperate devotion. “They watch from the heights of the Nest, their ‘eyes’ everywhere, even here… in the silence of the fields and the forest of the North. I am a daughter of the North, but I have felt the shadow of the Sardar upon my spirit. If a change must be made, if the South is a disgrace… then wash the scent of their ‘Steel Heavens’ from me.” she pleaded – bowing her head and ready to be struck by lightning.

[15:53] Şolviä Şкäяşgåяd (solvia.nightfall) stands beneath his gaze, lowering my head in reverence yet not shrinking from what I am, my spine straight, shoulders set with quiet strength as the ravens stir the air around us, my voice low, steady, carrying both respect and iron resolve “Allfather… I have not strayed from the North, nor from the gods who shaped my blood.” my eyes lift just enough to show I do not waver, only honor “I stand as I was made loyal, unbroken, and ready.” a breath settles deep within me as I incline my head once more “Give your will… ” I say ” and I will see it done.” as bodvar pulls me against him my eyes do not falter, standing as one, one accord before the allfather

[15:58] Madeleine Skall (mallairian): Stands silently hardly able to believe my eyes that the God Odin of Lore and Legend is standing in front of us all speaking in a voice like thunder. I clutch the small bag of runes I have been carefully cutting from the branch of an Oak…something i had intended to leave as a humble offering and now looking upon the visage of the God himself feels shame at such a simple thing. I bite my lip listening to the words of my family and draw strength from their spirit and obvious loyalty and promise myself silently to always be there for them during times of feast and famine, times of peace and war…

[16:05] Ťÿr Ťÿrhråfnsøn (wolfbjorn) shouts: Thunder clashing against the temple as it struck the wind howling as the one who called himself Odin stood there listening to their words. He struck his staff once more across the ground as it struck and made a crack in the temple floor of the wood. The Allfather looked to them all and spoke to Niam first then Solvia after then to the rest.” I see what lays in your heart yea wrestle with what is right and truth Niam but your soul is racked with corruption of the north as do the others who call the south home! You are forgiven as long as yea do not stray from the path of the gods and leave the south along with your family and return to your place of the north were the true culture was born.” The wise one paused and now looked over to Solvia as he walked toward her slowly and the ravens hurled into the air and faster as he approached them all he then took down his hood as he showed his disfigured face and his one eye missing as he looked at Solvia in the eyes and spoke to her.”You have done well in staying loyal Solvia Skarsgard but your task is not finished yea have many things to do that shall call upon yea” He blinked once and several times as he then hissed looked over to the Bodvar studying his face and features.”Ah! the mighty Bodvar himself named after Bodvar Bjarki the bear I know your parents treated yea poorly when yea first came into this world of men but yet here yea are strong, fierce and brave I see many great things be in store for you Bodvar Skarsgard the war bear! many will respect you and many will try and defy you but those who defy yea will see a man rise…never forget this!” he said showing his face to all even to Madeleine as he spoke to them all.”I gave up my eye to seek wisdom that was the price as I rode my horse Slepneir the eight legged horse into battle against the frost giants I struck a at their lands down they went!”‘ he said as he stood there blinking at them.

[16:08] Şolviä Şкäяşgåяd (solvia.nightfall) stills as the Allfather’s face is revealed, the weight of him striking through me like thunder, my breath drawing slow and deep as I lower myself to one knee not from weakness, but from reverence earned my fist pressing firm to my chest as my head bows, dark hair shifting with the motion, my voice rising low and steady, rich with devotion and unshaken strength “Allfather… your words are carried in my blood.” i lift my gaze just enough to honor him, not to challenge, but to accept what is given “If my path is not yet finished, then I will walk it to its end without fear, without falter.” a pause, breath steady, resolve hardening like steel beneath fire “I am daughter of the North… forged by it, bound to it… and I will see your will done, as long as breath still fills my lungs and strength still fills my hand.”

[16:12] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) trembled when the crack of the All-Father’s staff against the wood echoed like a lightning strike in the small space of her heart. As his words branded her corruption she felt a heat rise, a mixture of shame and the desperate relief of a drowning woman thrown a rope. When he revealed his face, the raw, hollowed socket where his eye once rested, She did not look away. She forced herself to witness the price of his wisdom, She looked toward Solvia and Bodvar, feeling the shift in the room as the God bestowed his grim prophecies upon them. The mention of war and the Priest-Kings still vibrated in the air “I accept the path,” she declared, pressing her hand over her heart as to make this sacred vow. “I will turn my back on the silk and the stone of the South. If my soul is racked with corruption, then let the cold of the North clean me. I will bring my kin home, or I will die trying to reach the treeline.”

[16:18] Bödvåя Şкäяşgåяd (xachillesx32) Swallowed slowly seeing Odin approach seeing his face for the first time.Bodvar did not move his head at all as he gazed upon Odin himself and spoke.”I hear yea words Odin, da’ Alfadir! I will take yer words with great respect an’ I shall uphold yer words oh great one!” he said to the All father.

[16:27] Ťÿr Ťÿrhråfnsøn (wolfbjorn) shouts: Odin gave a nod of his head towards the ones who have seen his face and heard his words.He then turned around slowly and spoke as he walked up the steps towards the statues and the alter as he motioned them to follow.” I am pleased to hear you will heed my words the north needs chieftains and leaders and warriors to rise up and take upon themselves the strength of it’s people and know from once they came those before them…I have seen many fall in battle and all who came knocking to the gates of Valhalla and all who have been to Helhiem themselves as well as the nine realms.” he paused as he covered up his face forcing his hood up once more and striking the ground as he spoke in the old words…he then spoke again to them.”On this day let it be known that Odin has stepped foot here let them know that his power be true and that…those who defy…the Allfather will be met by the strike of Thor’s Hammer upon them!” he said as he looked up into the ceiling as a beam came down and Odin spoke his final words before disappearing.”Remember the ways of the north! stay true!”

[16:29] Bödvåя Şкäяşgåяd (xachillesx32) Stood there in shock listening to the words of the allfather, and watching disappear into thin air and choked up as he tried to speak.

[16:31] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was still visually shaking “He is gone,” she whispered. She did not look at the others immediately; she was busy re-calibrating her own spirit. The fear of the Sardar’s surveillance, which had felt like a choking grip moments ago, had faded into a cold, hard resolve. If the Priest-Kings were watching, let them watch. Let them see her hardening her heart against their artifice. She looked at the exit, her posture that of a woman who had finally found the path she was born to walk even if that path led straight to the mouth of the abyss. What was she to do as Portus and Caspian seemed to be so set to build Holmesk to a powerful city.

Sanctuary of the Nightbound

Posted in Sanctuay of the Nightbound, The Silent Circle of the Nights Veil on March 3, 2026 by crow1971

The winds have shifted, carrying the scent of pine and cold iron to a place where the shadows finally hold their breath. After the Black Lodge Arsus and Crow have reclaimed the silence, raising a new hearth from the dust of the old.

This is no longer a ghost of the past, but a fresh refuge where the canvas is as taut as a bowstring and the loyalty is as deep as the roots of the forest. The Sanctuary of the Nightbound has found its new anchor; the fire is lit, the blades are stilled, and for those who have outlasted the storm, the gates of the night are open once more.

[00:45] Crow (melchior.wardell) would approach with Klauw who just fed himself some of the sausages that were intended for some of the killers. The gaze alone would have you suspect that the animal was smart enough as to understand what he had done. “Greetings.” he offered. “What a womderful day.” the tone of voice with the words was slightly off. It was difficult for a killer to say anything that didn’t bring doom, brooding or other more brutal things to light.

[00:46] KeDjA (lilli.breda) is about to throw her arms around Arsus’ neck and seduce him when he appears in the camp, when suddenly a huge thalarion appears next to her and snorts. She squeals in fright—unusual for her—and takes a step to the side. She grumbles quietly as she regains her composure and puts her hands on her hips while looking reproachfully at the animal.

[00:49] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Thalarion,” Arsus blurts out. He hadn’t heard the beast coming, as he had been concentrating on Kedja’s seductive arts; after all, they were safe in this place. “What a beautiful day, indeed,” he then says with a smile and zips up his pants.

[00:52] Crow (melchior.wardell) had been completely oblivious to their ‘intimate moment’ but by their way of responding the corner of his lips were drawn into that smirk. “Oh ..did I interrupt anything important?” he would reign Klauw in when it started to pick up on some pheromones clearly of their anticipation. “By all means … I don’t mind to watch.” he jested. Or … was it true that there was this voyeur in him.

[00:56] KeDjA (lilli.breda) grumbles quietly as she raises her head and notices Crow’s amused grin. “Tal Master,” she greets him cheerfully before turning her gaze back to the animal, which is sniffing in her direction. She takes another step back and growls, “I’m not a sausage,” as if trying to warn the Thalarion. Of course, she knows that the animal would hardly listen to her.

[00:56] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “By the way, Crow, builders were at the harbor constructing something. I saw a smithy and another house that appears to be vacant (at least from the outside). I will investigate why a blacksmith would move here, into the wilderness. There must be a reason for it; a blacksmith would likely earn much more in a city.” he made a pause and said “no no, its ok, i will perform a bit more in the evening”

[00:59] Crow (melchior.wardell) felt the animal restless and chuckled “By all means why wait till this evening. Even Klauw picks up on the urgency.” he jested. At the story of the smith he perked a brow “Perhaps the Innkeeper thought by bringing in a smith her situation would be less dire?” he considered the thought some more. “Perhaps I came on too strong. With the tale of the pirates that are often seen on this point in the rivers.”

[01:02] KeDjA (lilli.breda) ‘s nose wrinkled slightly as she kept an eye on the restless Thalarion. Ready at any moment to run away or push Arsus forward if necessary. She still heard the conversation about the Innkeeper and the possible blacksmith and casually interjected, “Maybe it’s her companion or her future companion.”

[01:06] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): ” “Pirates?” he asked, slightly amused. “Here?” … “That’s a sensational story,” he said, nodding. He hadn’t seen any pirates in a long time. Perhaps word had simply gotten around that Arsus didn’t like pirates and that his Sleens had already killed one or two… but let’s leave that aside. “Future companion,” he repeated. “Is the innkeeper pretty?” he asked, amused. He hadn’t seen the innkeeper yet, but the name Namika brought back some memories. He once knew a woman with that name. Back then, in Kassau, he was her bodyguard. It had been ages.

[01:09] Crow (melchior.wardell) knew the bond wasn’t as stupid as some might credit her for. “You might be right as to the future .. but she was quite forthcoming in sharing that she hardly needed men.” he replied. At times it took time to have women warm up to Crow. But the end results were often imaginable. “Blond.” he stated to Arsus. His hands would move before his chest indicating a large breasts “You know the type.” he indicated “So I would say she is certainly an eight … but perhaps when undressed a good nine or even a ten. The last of course totally depending on how she uses her assets.”

[01:15] KeDjA (lilli.breda) rolls her eyes as Crow begins to describe the innkeeper, completely forgetting that she wanted to keep an eye on the Thalarion. She pulls her hands, which were still on her hips, forward and folds them in front of her chest. “Maybe she’s fat under her robes and ugly under her veil,” she suggests. Just to annoy the men a little, who like to forget that free women are skilled at hiding their physical imperfections under their clothes. As a slave, she is unfortunately denied this privilege.

[01:15] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Of course, I’ll keep an eye or two on her if she’s at least an 8. As a man, that interests me… hmmmmmm… She rarely needs a man? Then I’ll be that rare man…” He nods vigorously as he speaks. Arsus has always been rare. When he shows up somewhere to use his dagger and take a life, it’s rare for that person to see Arsus again. “Maybe it’s even the woman I once knew, and she’s definitely a 12,” he said with a smile.

[01:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look from one to the other. It was surprising how much you could learn by simply studying their poses, the way they spoke. “Perhaps.”he replied to Kedja. “But I think considering Arsus picked you, that he doesn’t mind some flesh around the bones.” he shrugged “In truth I myself do not like skin and bones either.” when Arsus spoke of using his talents he would arch a brow. “Let us wager … ” he suggested. “Let us wager who gets the first kiss.” it was of course a joke. Although if Arsus would indeed take him upon it. He would for sure give it effort. “The woman you once knew ?” Crow added – seeing the slight disadvantage he might have when it came to Arsus if he had indeed met the woman prior.

[01:27] KeDjA (lilli.breda) looks down at herself and visibly tries to suck in her round belly. She snorts quietly because she is not very successful. Her shoulders rise a little. “In the north, you need a little more on your ribs. Otherwise, you’ll freeze,” she says, defending her body shape, even though that is probably not necessary. But of course she knows that with her rather plump figure, she will never achieve the delicacy of a dancer. Which is why her attempts at dancing are rather sparse. Her gaze wanders back up and she looks back and forth between the men. A quiet snort escapes her when she hears about the bet for the kiss.

[01:30] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): Arsus nodded thoughtfully without accepting the bet. He saved that for later. “Hmm, indeed. I knew a woman named Namika in the city of Kassau. She was the Tatrix there, and I had a contract as her bodyguard until the city fell. I don’t know what path she took after that. It was many moons ago…” “However, I must say, I did make advances, but I was unsuccessful.” He didn’t mention that he had already seen her quite naked in a camp where he was once imprisoned. It’s not a story for here and now, after all, he didn’t even know if it was this Namika. He smiled at Kedja; she was, for his purposes, simply perfect as a slave, and in the furs she was unbeatable.

[01:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look to Kedja “You are perfect, girl. The fact your owner speaks of another is telling.” he replied “She must be above perfection if he gives her a twelve.” of course trying to fuel her spirit. “This lady was a scribe .. not only by the blue she was wearing but by the sharpness of her tongue.” he nodded. The words of Arsus made him ‘ahhh’ a few times. Surely this explained a lot. “Either way … I will check out this new established smithy and see if I can learn more about the Innkeeper. I am curious if she knows her way to a mens stomach.”

[01:39] KeDjA (lilli.breda) The grin on her face now gives way to a beaming smile. Of course, she is not vain, but praise, especially from one of the two men present here, was something that, firstly, did not happen often and, secondly, was worth twice as much, if not more, than praise from any random Rarius. “Thank you, Master,” she says, lowering her gaze slightly as her cheeks flush slightly. It was rare for her to be embarrassed. This makes it all the more clear how much these words mean to her. To cover up her embarrassment, she simply turns around and goes into the kitchen area to fetch an uncooked, raw sausage. When she comes back, she simply throws it in front of the Thalarion.

[01:44] Crow (melchior.wardell) liked this side of Kedja and truly reveled in it as long as she allowed. When she took a sausage Klauw was instantly enthusiast. The animal quickly warmed up to anyone with a sausage. The animal might look dangerous but it was almost a kitten, eager to be petted and cuddled. Most likely due to its upbringing and being spoiled rotten by slaves. As she approached it would sniff and try to inch closer but when the treat was thrown the animal would quickly pick it up and devour it. If eyes could tell a story – they were now focused upon the girl. Surely she could get more where this came from ? “Better not spoil it too much, Kedja. One must consider what damage this one will do when you must have experience with coffin nail.”

[01:48] KeDjA (lilli.breda) observes how the dangerous-looking animal reacts almost meekly when she returns with the sausage. However, the way it devours the sausage gives her an idea of what it might be capable of. She looks up and grins at Crow. “I’m used to spoiled creatures, Master.” Her gaze shifts to the right toward Arsus and then back to Crow, her green eyes flashing cheerfully and cheekily. The environment was not actually good for her. All the training of a well-behaved kajira faded into the background here, and the Nordic nature within her surfaced almost brutally in the wilderness and proximity of the forest. Only the silk on her skin showed that she no longer lived in the north.

[01:52] Crow (melchior.wardell) laughs and for a moment there was no reservation in it. It was genuine “Well we can’t ever be too spoiled, Kedja. Truly ! We have slaves … and … bonds for a reason. Their life very much depends on the level of our comfort.” he replied. “Kassau .. wasn’t that where you met ?” he asks – quickly realizing that in all this time not their complete life story had ever been told or shared. Now such was not uncommon, killers were hardly ever called very social.

[01:56] KeDjA (lilli.breda) grins as Crow laughs. She preferred it to the men walking around with grim faces. Her head shakes slightly. “In Kassau, my owner was after the lost city collapsed. So probably after YOU met, Master.“ She glances briefly at Arsus, who is probably devising a tactic to win her kissing bet. She turns back to Crow. ”I met him at the port of Torcodino. But that was a very, very long time ago.”

[01:59] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded and ah’s again “Oh of course. I visited that place yes.” he replied to her. “I wonder at times where my head is when it comes to memories. I guess with so much time to remember, things get messed up.” He was really old and with it there was a lot to remember. “Well it is good that he did, girl. Surely you are the apple of his eye.” he jested. “just as delicious and round.” he teased her some more. “Now I will check the build. See if she might have made a beam to tie my thalarion too. She wasn’t very fond of Klauw.”

[02:01] KeDjA (lilli.breda) snorts slightly at his first words. When he announces his departure, she takes a small step aside so that the Thalarion doesn’t step on her foot. “I can’t understand that at all, Master,” she replies to his last statement. “It seems so… harmless,” she says amusedly.
[02:04] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded “Looks, my dear Kedja can be deceiving. But do not tell anyone. It is a well kept secret.”he jested. Was he speaking of his tharlarion or himself ?

[02:13] Crow (melchior.wardell) would move calm towards the part Arsus had spoken off. His eyes see the small cottages and the entire furnished smithy. “Greetings, lady.” he offered. “Seems you got some neighbors. I hope the kind you lilke ?” the question was casual and his greeting as social as he was able.

[02:15] пαмıκα тσʟαп (dinara.braveheart) counts the eggs she has just collected from the vulostall and writes the number in a book with a small piece of charcoal before leaning forward once more and looking into the stable. She hears heavy footsteps that do not sound human and straightens up just as a greeting is heard. Her eyes scan Crow and then the Thalarion. “If it eats my Vulos, you’ll pay me for the loss,” she mutters under her breath before clearing her throat. “Tal Sir,” she greets him and turns briefly toward the smithy. “I haven’t seen the owner yet.” She turns back and shrugs. “We’ll get along fine, I’m sociable.

[02:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) would note how she even wrote down the number of eggs and was sure about his observations of her being a scribe. He grinned when she started to bitch before greeting. “This one ..” as he scratched the animals neck “has a thing for sausages.” he shared truthful. “I think something in his upbringing made him less inclined to find his own food.” the animal was just spoiled to a t. “Oh you haven’t ?” he answers to her not yet meeting the new neighbor “One wonders though why this spot? Clearly a smith in the city has more likely chance upon an easier and a more richer life.” he would regard her once more. “I wondered if you serve anything this hour ?”

[02:25] пαмıκα тσʟαп (dinara.braveheart) closes the book and slides it into a small gap between the wooden beams of the Vulostall. Her gaze turns to the man. “Perhaps a third or fourth son who has no chance of starting his own business in his father’s town,” she surmises. “Or someone who has fallen out of favor, excluded from the city’s caste system.” She shrugs her shoulders briefly, as if it were something completely normal. “A late breakfast?” she replies to his last sentence. Of course, as long as she has no regular customers, she would take every opportunity to do business.