𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 ! Your travels have taken you high up in the North. Not as far as Axe Glacier, but beyond Torvaldsburg. You might have come by ship or foot, much depends on how you land here.
Perhaps you found yourself in devious currents of the Artic sea or you have traveled through the Pass of Tancred.
Either way you stumbled upon a small village. A village that is called home by the Strömberg family.
Their story is one of sacred vows and promises. Very few are privy of their true story, but if you stay long enough one might learn that their hard work is not only motivated for what one sees. Whispers speak of Foresights as others speak of lurking dangers in the cliffs and mountains.
𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 We are a gorean roleplay sim that is in the spirit of the books by John Norman. We are based on the tales of Torvalsland and the North. This is a small village that is maintained by the Strömberg family. As they maintain it there is not yet much need for leadership and such. But perhaps in time such might become part of the story.
The family stumbled upon this abandoned village after a vision. One might wonder why they were directed to this village. More importantly why was it abandoned and what must they do to keep themselves safe?
It is up to you to find out or become part of it. That pretty much depends on how much effort you will put into becoming part of it. We do not dictate your story, but we do ask you to be respectful to ours.
Posted in Niamh, Synin on February 18, 2025 by crow1971
[2025/02/15 14:32] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me did notice the hand holding, but said nothing about it. Instead, he waved them into the cave, only to hand both of them a broom. “Come, students,” his voice crooked, and bent. He was clearly pretending to be something other than the Rune Priest, a scary monster that had the intention of protecting them from the spirits living in the cave.
“If you think you are with child,” repeating his montra before offering up the Mushrooms he carried with them, “then I will ask that you hold from eating the fruits of the gods.” This hooked and barbed question was first directed to his mate. Offering her a small handful of them. Assuming she did take some, he’d then offer up a portion to Niamh.
[2025/02/15 14:37] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me would take the broom and as he offered the mushrooms after his words she shook her head “I know I am with child.” she stated – for a first so vocal “We did the test and it was confirmed.” she stated. A look to Belle as she smiled to her. She knew Belle had so much asked – pleaded for a niece or nephew. For her it was all still far away. She never had considered herself a mother and would now learn to become one.
[2025/02/15 14:39] Belle (bellewhitlocke): she looked to the mushrooms then to Niamh then back to her mate. Taking the broom and instantly began sweeping, then realized thats not what they were there for, to clean the caves and all. She would look again to the mushrooms this time taking just a small bit of them. He best be ready to clean her shit up like she had to his if it effected her that way, anyway
[2025/02/15 14:49] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me heard what Niamh said, “Congratulations. Then this lesson will be very timely.” He’d watch as his mate ate one of the mushrooms. Having no idea that she was going to have the worst of the worst time with it. “The brooms are going to be used to draw out a pattern you both will need to know. Drawing it out later over the bellies of woman you wish to protect.” Turning he’d start to lead them in, “And let me begin telling you why women are Volva, and not men.” Hobbling in, he’d start to give his little lesson. “Magic is seen as something that only women use. Its frowned upon by men to have such powers, but like Odin, I wished to know the knowledges an secrets of women. But, it is often women who are instructed through their Rune Priests to do Magic. I intend to do so with you all, teaching what I know.”
[2025/02/15 14:54] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me smiled as he congratulated her. She was alert and very much aware that she no longer had her own things to consider but also this unborn child and its father. As Arn started to relay what he was to teach she listens. She knew of witches and how they were burned due to the powers some believe came from the devil. She herself understood that those tales were of times long gone. But ever since she was abducted she knew there to be more between heaven and earth. And she would drink in the words – trying to weight them to their value. As he spoke of drawing a pattern she understood it to be perhaps a sacred one. To protect was never wrong was it ?
[2025/02/15 14:59] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Putting the mushroom into her mouth she swallowed the squishy mushy things, never liking them herslef. As they began to walk caring the broom and listening to the story that her mate told. She felt the rumble and grumble in her belly, a loud groaning and such echoed off the caved walls. this walk was taking them forever, the further they walked the more her belly grumbled and rumbled. this couldnt be happening this fast, could it. As they came to the temple and stopped she would stand back aways from them and just glared at her mate.
[2025/02/15 15:10] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me noticed the glaring, and seemed to sober up a little from the serious look. It made him nearly drop his act of being some monster, just to watch his mate retreat from the space they stood in. “Are you ok Belle,” his voice may have sounded bubbled and far off, thanks to the effects of the mushrooms. “Did you still wish to learn,” he asked them both, as more concern started to shift over his features.
[2025/02/15 15:13] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me had no idea what was going on with Belle. In truth she had been so in her own thoughts and overthinking she missed the glare or picked up the grumbling sounds. So when Arn spoke to Belle and showed his concern she believed it to be a way to show affection. “Oh yes. I want to learn.” she answers. only now turning to Belle as to see what was going on.
[2025/02/15 15:21] Belle (bellewhitlocke): She would look between the two of them “i be fine, and yes i still wish to learn” her belly grumbled really loud then and she instantly held her hand over it..”I not know what them mushrooms where but i dont like them” she continued on like it was nothing hoping she wasnt like her mate and shyte everywhere
[2025/02/15 15:24] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me looked between Belle and Niamh, “The first symbol is a circle, go ahead and draw that.” Gesturing on the floor where to have them begin brooming. “The circle is what keeps the spell contained.
[2025/02/15 15:26] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me would do as told. The broom a loyal friend of long. In a fluent motion she would draw a circle. She would do it in earnest.
[2025/02/15 15:28] Belle (bellewhitlocke): stepping a bit off to the side, the broom in her hand she would do as she was told also, and in a swift motion she would draw a circle with the broom. connecting the ends of it. Holding the broom to the side leaning on it as a small cramp hit her belly.. Hopeing this wasnt going to take much longer
[2025/02/15 15:33] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me “Now, draw spokes from the circle in, and they must always be in multiples of three. Today, I want only three lines, for the spokes.” Gesturing to the floor like some teacher. While he continued to guide them, Arn did reach up to remove his helm, settling it down onto the alter which had two head sized bags sitting on it’s edge. “The Circle, and the spokes, will bind the spell to that person. SO say that you my mate wish to draw protection runes on Niamh’s belly? The way you’d go about it is in this method. The more spokes the wheel has, the more magical protections you have to bind into it.”
[2025/02/15 15:37] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me saw Belle stepping back and arched a brow at her in question. But when Arn spoke about the drawing she would do as told drawing a circle and making spores from it in three. She looked up when he spoke of the protection of her unborn child.
[2025/02/15 15:39] Belle (bellewhitlocke): She would begin to draw the spokes or what she thought he ment, in groups of three. Watching his hand as he showed the, her eyes falling to his face once he took the helm off and placed it on the alter. Once she was done she would look over at Niamh and smiled.
[2025/02/15 15:41] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me “Now, from these spokes, you will need to draw branches from them. The hardest thing is to make the Branches look unique compared to any of the others. And when you’re done, it should look like a top down view of the great tree.” It was about here that he came to realize that his Mate wasn’t pregnant, she had eaten a mushroom, and that meant he’d have to keep trying.
[2025/02/15 15:44] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me would do as told as she could understand what he wanted and so she would practice more. Trying to create this unique tree with the nice branches. She saw the smile of Belle and was assured that she was fine – was she ?
[2025/02/15 15:47] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Forgetting about the pains in her belly and the rumble and grumble she would payh attention the best she could, her head began to spin and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She continued to draw the lines he spoke, with the broom. As she finished the last one she had no warning or nothing when her ass drowned out the cave with the sounds of hell that came from it. Her cheeks actually giggled while the air rushed out of her like nothing she had ever felt before. She stood up straight and looked around maybe, just maybe no one heard the dusting of wind her ass just spoke of, but in reality it echoed through the cave like a steam engine. [2025/02/15 15:48] Belle (bellewhitlocke): jiggling*
[2025/02/15 15:51] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): /me blinked slowly, just one slow blink from his only eye. The impish chuckle that nearly came out of him, had been bitten back, forcing it to come out as a scruffled noise through his nose, perhaps something he could have played off as being a sneeze. “I think, we should conclude the lesson for today, it would seem ~my~ stomach is upset,” he noticed the beads of sweat dripping down his mate’s forehead. And even took credit for the fart sound that clearly came out of Belle. It was the only kind thing he could really do, even fanning his own ass as he hobbled out. “Come Mate, I may need you help getting home, my leg an stomach seem to be working against me.” Yep, there was no way he let that windy gust out that actually jiggled his Mate’s ass. But he sure as hell pretended it was him, while trying to help her out. Knowing full well what was to come next. “Excuse us Niamh, but thank you for attending the lesson. Monday, we’ll do the bathing ritual.”
[2025/02/15 15:54] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman): /me laughs as she noted Belle and hear the escape of air. And as Arn gave her a way to escape she would do so ((sorry – it is late – thank you two – have fun !! )).
Posted in Niamh, Synin on February 6, 2025 by crow1971
[05:00] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) continues to cook the only meal he knows how to, Oatmeal. The smell of the Oatmeal fragrances the hall with a milky and cinnamon scent. And by this point he was putting a little honey into the pot, along with some salt from the high table. Given there weren’t any bonds yet, the meal was readied by him. It was one of those staples he made as a single man, in his hovel, rather frequently.
[05:02] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) walked into the long hall that reminded her of Torvaldsburg. As ever she would wash her hands as she was taught. Still there were some things different and she as ever wondered if she might add things to have it similar or take things away to have it less.
When she entered her eyes fell instantly to the Rune Priest. The scent of his meal did bring back other memories too.
A mix of all kind of sentiments crossed her features. “Greetings.” she offered. “Can I help?” it was a way of her after so many years of servitude.
[05:06] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) looked over his shoulder and for the first time, he seemed to be standing rather well on his own. There wasn’t a crouched over limp, but rather a proud erect posture that made him look like he was on top of the world. “Greetings,” dipping his head her way. “I’m fine, why don’t you have a seat and let a Freeman serve you.” The idea of it made him laugh a little, given their history. “Don’t worry, I won’t get naked,” hinting that he still recalled her body. But politely he turned his one eyed gaze back to the pot that he was churning. “Its almost ready, if you want you can fetch me some of those dried grapes. I think they call them Rabies or something. No,” he recalled the actual name, “raisins?” The question had him frumping up his handsome features, making him look confused. “I do need to excuse my actions that last time we bumped into one another,” hinting to his poop fiasco.
[05:13] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) could see that something was going on. For a moment tempted to address it and yet when he suggested to serve her she laughs. The clear laughter was sincere and in no shape to make fun of him. But one of amusement and comfort. Ever since her ceremony she felt a certain degree of found self awareness that made her look more confident. “I would like that …” she replied.
Perhaps she dared to say such due to her Earthern upbringing in which such was very possible. While in Gor such might seem to be odd or even foreign. “Raisins.” she echo’s as she nodded understanding what he meant.
For his apology she arched a brow. The man was in luck. She had been quite out of it at the moment, due to being high herself at that time. “Oh .. I think it was far more uncomfortable for you than it was for me.” she replied. She would take a small bowl with the dried grapes. and place them upon the table.
[05:17] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) hobbled over to the table, and collected up a hand full of the raisins, just to sprinkle it into the mix of oatmeal. “I’ve been wanting to speak to you about the visions. You’ve been a part of it, and I think the gods wish me to invite you to become a Volva of our city. Again, the three women I had seen, I believe you’re one of them.” He spoke like some principled sage, being polite enough to even offer her a bowl of oatmeal. Once it was properly done. Of course he took a few little sampled tastes, nibbling at the food to make sure it was fully cooked. And only then did he offer her a bowl. When he gathered his own, he’d finally sit down at the table, treating the space much like one does at home. A careless claiming of the seat. “I am suppose to ask you if you’re interested, but the runes spoke of your desire and dedication. Even if you’re from the other world.” He seemed to know truths that were secrets. “They claim that your wisdom and knowledge will guide me in my decisions. Think of it as, becoming a voice that I reference my ideas off of.”
[05:25] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) enjoyed the scent of the meal and was grateful when the bowl was placed before her. She would watch him keenly, but not with mistrust but simple interest. When he spoke so plainly about his thoughts and intents she was surprised. “Volva?” she asks. She herself was unfamiliar with the term or what it represented. Surely she had some indications but not the full extent of it.
When he spoke of another planet there was a flicker in her eyes. Had she been so transparent? Was such not dangerous? “I am honored that you think I could be wise enough to guide anyone let alone you?” she stated sincerely.
“Of course I am interested and of course as dedicated as I can be to anything that would help the family and everyone.” she added. It was who she was – as ever offering her help but in a humble way.
She would now take a first taste and smiled “Oh … this is nice.”
[05:35] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) spoke about the food he prepared with a half smirk, “Its only what a bachelor can cook up, but its filling. Seems to stick to your bones,” making a little joke about it.
The question about the Volva had been sort of pondered over, how exactly to explain it to an earthling. “I am versed in reading, which for most men of the North, is considered beneath men. Something that is frowned upon. But it is through reading, that I’ve learned the secrets of our world. Secrets of even your world. So in terms you’ll understand, a Volva is a woman, empowered by a Rune Priest, to perform some feminine rituals. Typically they help with childbirth, and the protection of children. Things that are written into the feminine being.” This conversations was slightly intruded upon by his meal, taking little breaks to scoop some of the oatmeal into his mouth to chew up and then swallow.
“You would be encouraged to form a sisterhood with the other two volva of my coven. At any time, a Rune Priest should only have three in service to him. And you would be marked as a Witch my our community. This is not a bad thing, but more a kin to a Serpent with brightly colored scales. It would let the world of our people know, you are dangerous, and that your words have power.”
Again another little break in their conversation cropped up as he set his spoon down, just to slurp up the oatmeal into his mouth better. “If you do agree to becoming a student, I would first require you to create your garb. A volva should wear white, and veil their head and face. Sometimes, its encouraged that they wear crowns on top of their hooded heads. Your face, and the things that make you a woman should be completely hidden during your service to the gods. Once you have your garb, you will be instructed to wash with your sisters within the Well of Knowledge. It is a ritual which I will be blind folded for, and I hope to invite Belle, and Amira to join the coven as well.” He was laying out his plans as if he knew they were already written in stone.
“When you accept, the gods will naturally give you visions. They will come in the form of dreams, or drug induced moments. These little glimpses will then be shared with me, and I will decipher their meaning. You see, women do not know this, but they carry the waters of the Well within their bellies. It is why when you become heated, a woman drips, and during child birth, why babies come with a gushing of water. This well is inside of women only, and the reason that only bondmaidens are welcome as sacrifice.”
[05:44] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) listens as she enjoyed the meal he presented to her. At times the simplest of things were the most enjoyable. Where others would want lobster, she would ask for this. As he spoke she would listen and frown.
Some of the things he pictured were things close to her heart, her nature. Someone that wished to nurture, take care off, serve and act for the good of others.
“Is such possible? Even if one is mated or perhaps in time pregnant?” she asks. Not that she was able to get pregnant. Portus had not yet allowed her the gift of her mother (Breeding wine). “Amira and Belle ?” she nodded. She admired those women to a t. They both held a piece of her heart by the bond with her partner but even previous to that.
She wanted to be honest and yet there was this calling. Something deep within that had already answered. She wanted to learn, develop and investigate those dreams that at times already came to her. “I need to ask Portus if he allows me.” she stated – unsure.
[05:49] Belle (bellewhitlocke): sitting down at the table she would watch him, his moves his facials…”I’d have to be taught if course, I nae know much about being one, but I’d be fearful I’d stear you wrong in your paths just from fact of the unknown. so with your question I’d say yes, but in fact only if you teach me the ways of a volva. I’d wish to learn it all…not only to be closer to the gods but closer to you as well.” she took the bowl of oatmeal and smiled..” you cook too ehh??”
[05:53] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “It is possible, but it is something you will need to speak with your Mate about. Some of the rituals are seen as,” his voice sort of paused as he thought of the polite words to use, “unnatural, for our people. The gods, although they support our way of life, sometimes they require homage in natural ways. As with the bathing, which I assure you will be kept from public eyes, can be seen as becoming of a slave. But that is why they are done in secret. And I assure you, my position as a Rune Priest would deny me the ability to pollute such an occasion. In ways, you’ll find yourself within our culture, and standing outside of it when you obtain the truths.”
This pause came with him finishing his meal, slurping it all down just to set the empty bowl on the table while they discussed things. Seeing Belle, he immediately adopt a blush down his nose, and her words made that blush deepen to his cheeks. Shyly ignoring her effect on him, he was proud to hear her accept such.
“Do you both know the stories of Yggdrasil?” He asked both, while making room for his future Mate at his side, even taking a moment to brush off the furs incase there was something that would sully her dress. “It would be the starting point of your lessons,” the poor rune priest couldn’t’ help but look at Belle, taking little moments here and there just to turn his head and inspect her over, making sure she wasn’t some figment of his dreams manifested. Adding in lastly, “Yes, I cook, simple things. Burnt toast, burnt meat, and an occasional bowl of Oatmeal.” Even smirking to those present with a proud little fish smile.
[05:58] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) smiled as Belle entered the conversation. Again something was noted by the Rune Priest and the words of Belle were noted too. She wouldn’t address them. Surely not to bring something to light which was not yet ready for it.
“I will have to ask him.” she stated and there was already some concern in it. She was perhaps free here, but within the confinements of their home she was still the bond he desired her to be.
She turns to Belle “Of course we need to be taught … ” she replied quite sure of such. “Yggdrasil?” she asks “Isn’t that some part of the story of Odin?” she asks. Unsure where she once heard of it.
[06:10] Belle (bellewhitlocke): she listened to him speaking to Niamh..her gaze would fall upon him as if she was seeing thr man for the first time each time. Notting how he tended to her with out even needing too brought a smile to her face, feeling the but if crimson flow over her cheeks as they warmed. dipping at thr oatmeal she would continue to listen..”I have heard maybe bits and pieces of it, but since i not be mated it be ok for me to do the training and such or do you have to speak to my brother or father?” she would wink to Niamh then and smile
[06:15] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “Even to me, one close to the gods, I do not know the factual truth of these stories,” explaining that he too was a simple believer. “But it is said that there are nine worlds, and given you have lived on one of them before joining us here, I’d assume its true. This Tree, called Yggdrasil,” pronouncing it with a truth norse accent, “is something that all the worlds are connected to. It is so large that it reaches up through all of them, and its branches support these nine worlds. Nine worlds, for the races of gods, men, and monsters.” His tone became sage like, spooky, drawn out into whispers as he stood up and hobbled to the fire pit.
Reaching into his bag, he’d pull out some herbs, which he sprinkled into the fire, creating a thick smoke to bloom into the long hall. It was something akin to Cannabis, smelling skunky and heavy. “The Tree is called Yggdrasil, who’s roots are watered by the Nornes. Think of them as a tangled bunch, gnarled and old, and so large that cities could be built around its feet, and would seem like little sprinkles of salt. But such couldn’t happen, due to the monster which lives within its roots. This monster is a giant serpent, and this tree is the center of every world that lives within it.”
It was about here that Belle spoke of not being mated, and the man blushed a bit more. “Well, since you’ve brought the topic up. I claim you Belle,” yep, the man said it publicly now. “Should anyone object, my axe is at the ready. I’ve been drawn to you for sometime, and the gods have given me vision of our union. So I will act on that,” it was a traditional statement, a Gorean decree of his intention and seriousness. In translated terms, the crippled Runepriest was staking his life on this demand, willing to fight anyone who could oppose him on this decree.
It seemed important enough to him, that he stopped his educational moment, only to give Belle a direct look, inviting her to challenge his demand. Yep, the guy totally crashed his educational moment just to claim a woman as his own, boldly.
[06:19] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) finished the meal as she noted the look of Belle. A small grin crossed her features. If she had been in high school she surely would have made a joke, but she wasn’t and the matter of love and commitment very different in this world. She wouldn’t ever dare to make fun of it. These Goreans at times very serious about matters of the heart.
When he started the story her thoughts still there on it. But as ever intently listening as not to miss the meaning that might be hidden behind the words. She would memorize the words, echo them in her mind.
But than all of a sudden her thoughts were pulled back to the matters of the heart when he paused his lesson and simply stated his claim upon Belle.
Eyes grow large in surprise as she looked from one to the other. Holding her breath as not to stirr the air or flow of thoughts, desires or truth of what would be their future.
[06:24] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Belle sat there and listened, as if her life depended on it, although she would have him tell her again and again just to find reason to be close to him and to have his soothing voice calm her inner soul as it still fought battles of the heart. it was then he stopped and her head felt numb. she would look to him as a smile beamed from corner to corner of her lips..quickly turning to see if anyone had snuck in to challenge him and of course saw none so her attention went back to him. the butterflies filled her body as if she was a young girl crushing on the big bad warrior. well in her adult years it was the mushroom shitter, that’s where she found her peace. “Not that there be much I can say but for my sake…id like nothing more then to be yours” her words were soft spoken even a hunt of shyness
[06:35] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) nods sharply towards Belle, and then looks to his other student, Niamh. The cripple stood even more proud, if that was possible. Nearly mimicking being unscathed by his thigh wound that seemed to fester here and there. But the man showed no signs of pain.
“Then, you are mine, here and now until we both agree to end our Companionship, let it be known you are my Mate.” It was said, and the challenge would be open for anyone to appose him for the rest of the day.
Sitting down now, the smoke that he coaxed into living, now fogged up the hall. Making them both enjoy the effects of the dried herb. “The story goes that this Tree,” speaking with a blush that made his face look like a radish, “holds up the realms. And the first one, is Asgard, the home of the Aesir, the gods that we know. Surrounded by an unfinished wall, it is here that Valhalla lies. It is in these halls that Odin rules and the valiant dead gather for the Final Battle,” the topic of the final battle had been spoken out with a serious and ominous tone, making it sound frightful.
“It is in Asgard that the bifrost resides, a great rainbow bridge that connects the realm of men and the realm of the gods ends. It is how they are able to come and walk with us, and how their magic and influence reigns.” To depict the bridge, he stretched out one hand, and then drew it in strange circular patterns from his left to his right, as if showing them that the bridge wasn’t at all flat, but something with coils in it. “This very bridge will crumble, when the forces of Muspellheim come, on the last days.”
“There, in that realm, there are many things waiting to come forth. Particularly the creature known as Fenrir, the Kuri whom will slay Odin one day.” Again, he made it sound ominous, and as if scrapped, the wooden log burning in the firepit behind him, cracked and split, as if the name he spoke upset it.
“Odin is very well known to be one of the gods that visited Yggdrasil,” nodding to the former question about it having to deal with him. “It is the same place that he learned the truths of women.” Leaving that to hang in the air for them to absorb.
[06:45] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looked from one to the other still. None was there to oppose him. And would one truly dare? A rune priest held a degree of authority and she doubted anyone would dare to challenge it. But as quick as the claim had come – so quickly the man turned to his lessons.
She knew from her own experience that she had nearly jumped into Portus arms, wanted nothing more than his closeness, his comforting words, to connect and yet here she was witness of the claim and the lack of physical connection. Was this the normal way? Had she felt wrong?
As he spoke of the Tree, the Gods the connection of worlds she again focused. Trying to memorize while the scent started to have some effect upon her. The weeping smell of the herbs in the fire. The voice and tone of his tellings. She was slowly getting under the influence of his story and the atmosphere.
[07:14] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “After Asgard we have Alfheim, land of the light elves. They are said to be fairer than the sun to gaze upon they are often associated with the Asier but they are aloof and play a little part in the ancient tales. Then comes Muspelheim, first of the created worlds. It is a rage of fire and heat.Lava flows across its baked plains and from its ruddy depths come the fire giants. At the head of their host is Surtur, the bringer of flames that shall engulf the world. With his blazing sword he shall lead the fire Giants across the Bifrost bridge and their tread shall send the bifrost tumbling into the void below. And in that final days he shall slay some of the gods, and his fight will spark a fire that will burn away Asgard.”
The way he spoke was in a doomed aura, just before touching on another realm. The second of the created worlds is Niflheim, land of the snow and mists. It is the inversion of Muspelheim, a land of Frost Giants. Cold and covered in frost, it is here that Hvergelmir springs one of the [07:14] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): pools that feeds the roots of the World Tree. Some claim that Niflheim is two worlds, one dedicated to the frost Giants, and another given to Hell. A daughter of one of the unspoken gods, and the abode for the damned. This world is call Helheim, it is a hall long and dark, hidden by valleys of the blackest night. Accessible only by an old wooden bridge with a roof of gold. But we will talk of this place little more, until the time is right.”
Jumping into the next realm. Nidauellir is the realm of the dwarves, and all their works. Another topic for later. Jotunheim is the home of the giants, broad and varied like the lands we know. A realm full of adventure and trails. It is where Thor hunts, and slays the giants of evil intention.”
“Tangled in the roots of Yggdrasil there is a well that feeds the world tree. And at that well sits the wisest of beings, an old man named Mimir. Mimir became wise by drinking from the well, because its water contains wisdom,” arching his brows. “And it is to this [07:14] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): well that Odin went on trips to seek a greater understanding of all things. He asked Mimir, for a drink of this water. And ultimately had to pay the price of giving up one of his eyes.” It was here that Arnthor lifted up and removed his eye patch, exposing the hollowed hole that once housed his own eye. Expressing without words that he too gave up such a price.”
Closing his good eye, he intentionally encouraged the missing eye and its empty eyelid to smear open wide, exposing the pink fleshy emptiness to them. “Then there is Midgard, where we live. It is split in two, one world we live in, and one world that is known as the Steel cities. The world where Barbarians come from,” opening his good eye now. He would stop his lesson there, for the day, having exposed them to far more knowledge than the typical Torvalds person would have learned. He was sharing his most potent of magics with them, the stories that bound their culture. (e)
[07:22] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) walked into the hall an would stop and wash her hands an then dried them and would continue to walk into the hall she smiled as se saw all those there “Tal daugthers, and Rune Priest” e said as se would go grab herself some juice, “I hope all is well
[07:23] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) felt the air thick and the words sacred. As the tale continues she listens, drinking it all in. Some of the tale known to her in mythology lessons upon Earth. As though Greek and Roman Mythology were more her forte.
As the words drifted to her ears she felt them. Goosebumps upon her arms. A sensation running along her spine. As if this was not a first these words were heard. Surely she had seen things in her dreams. Had words come to her in songs.
She understood that anything in any world came with a price and so she would ask “Is a sacrifice of me or us needed?” she asks – wondering what kind it would be and if she was willing to pay for it. She knew she was able to give herself away out of love, but would she be able to do so out of religion, faith, understanding.
When Amira entered her eyes were dark, embers of spirit in which she took the lesson to heart and mind. “Greetings, Mother.” she offered quietly as not to stir the air too much.
[07:27] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) politely nodded to Amira, and then heard the questions of his potential student. “I have felt that this place isn’t safe for us,” continuing with his conversion as if he wasn’t at all disturbed by Amira’s presence. “The things, those darker entities, enhabit these lands. I call them the Smidge, the unseen darkness that ruins the minds and souls of people. It comes from Helhiem, and the monsters asleep beneath the earth. But the favor of the gods is something we can obtain, sacrifice will be needed to keep their attention. They enjoy the smell of their burnt offerings, and the blood that comes from such gifts. I still require a white boskling, to insure the safety of our village.”
[07:34] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) stayed off to the side as she would listen to what was being said so she could kind of understand wat was being said her eyes went wide as they talked about a sacrifice and her nose scrunched up a little thinking of the smell, “A white boskling I am not sure were we could find one” se said onestly [07:36] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) nodded to his words. She too had felt that something must have happened. Something ominous and dark. As he spoke of the Smidge she would again memorize the word. The idea of whatever it was needed blood, the smell of burned flesh. She felt her skin crawl as if someone just walked over her to become grave.
She would look from her mother to Belle and back to the Rune Priest. “So a white bosk.” she came to the point. Hearing Amira she would shrug “Often a white animal is a token of weakness. A son or daughter of a specimen that is related and with a dna defect.” she reasons rationally. “And us ? To become these women. This Volva … any sacrifices for such ?”she asks. Much depended on the answer as to what Portus might allow her. [07:37] Nïƈhσℓε Fŗεγđïsdottir BℓσσđAхε (bunny.velvet) is offline. [07:37] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) is online. [07:37] Nïƈhσℓε Fŗεγđïsdottir BℓσσđAхε (bunny.velvet) is online. [07:37] Belle (bellewhitlocke): her head still spinning at the fact she was just claimed. a smile unable to be broken.. Even in her happiness she paid attention to the story and words he spoke. How he seemed to of gone into some zone speaking the story as if he was watching it himself. Shives ran down her spine as once again the smidge was spoken of. Had they fallen upon a dangerous place. would her family be safe along these lands. and what of herself. Belle kept quiet and just continued to listen [07:39] Nïƈhσℓε Fŗεγđïsdottir BℓσσđAхε (bunny.velvet) is offline. [07:40] Nïƈhσℓε Fŗεγđïsdottir BℓσσđAхε (bunny.velvet) is online. [07:41] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “There is no sacrifice needed from you personally, to become a Volva, but there are rituals that you women will need to do.” looking over to Amira now, “I have the desire to include you too Amira, the visions I had seasons ago. I’d like to invite you to become a Volva, like I have with Niamh, and Belle. ALso,” clearing his throat to sound more polite, “I’ve claimed Belle as my Mate.” He was proud of that little fact. [07:45] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) kisses my companion on the cheek after entering the great hall. “Tal my love” [07:46] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) nods and offers a soft smile, “Thank you maybe that would explain a lot of things as well” she said softly as she was still plagued by things occansionaly then she nodded, “We will have to keep an eye out for the proper sacrifice” she said ten she smiled seeing her mate , “Tal my love I hope you are doing well” then she turned back to the Rune Priesst, “Welcome to the family” se said with a smile [07:47] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would smile as there was no sacrifice of herself needed. Such would help in persuading Portus to allow her this. She would now focus upon Amira, reading her as to see how all the words would fall upon her.
As Marleneus entered she smiled warmly to him. “Greetings father.” she offered warmly.
Than waiting for his reply on the claim of the Rune Priest upon Belle.
[07:51] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) smiles as se would go to get apitcher and fill it with som mead and then move to her mates side unclip his horn an pour some of the mead into it and would hand it to him, “Here you go love” she said then she looked to Niamh, “So this would involve the three of us it is interesting that it is all from tee same family” she said
[07:57] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “Greetings Marleaneus, I’ve claimed your daughter, Belle as my Mate. If you wish to challenge it, I am available for discussion?” He was being rather polite about it, and putting a pause on the conversation about the Smidge and the sacrifices that would keep it at bay. “And additionally, I have another request. I’ve invited your mate to begin training as a Volva, should you give your permission.” He was careful with the way he purposed the idea as not to seem too obtrusive. “The same invitation was given to Niamh, and Belle.” Looking to his new mate with a deep affection that returned a blush to the ridge of his nose.
[08:01] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) took the horn with a smile from my mate and listened to the rune priests proposal, nodding as i tasted the mead. “If’n Belle is happy with the arrangement, and from what I hear she is, I make no objection to the claim. You will have to sit down with me though in regards to the volva thing, that is far beyond what that entails and means for the women.”
[08:02] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would watch the interaction between Amira and Marleneus. She smiled seeing the bond they had. When Amira spoke of them three she nodded “It is indeed interesting. Almost as if there is a divine intervention. But than there is this phrase … all good things come in threes.” she replied.
Turning back tot he Rune Priest. “Upon Earth it is a common saying that reflects the idea that good fortune or success tends to occur in a trio. The concept can be seen in all aspects of life. As if a certain pattern is needed to truly come to all what is good.”
She than become silent – as the conversation had become between Marleneus and the Rune priest.
[08:06] Belle (bellewhitlocke): her eyes would go wide when she spotted her father and took in a deep breath, as not knowing how things would turn out this day. “Tal Foddir” she spoke softly before Arn went on about his claiming and such. again at the mention it she could help but to smile and want to jump on the tables and into his arms, but was able to control herself and making notes of doing that later…perhaps over a meal he’s been asking for for a few days now. When her father responded to her mate she would rush over and hug him tightly “Thank you Foddir…” kissing his cheeks and going back over to sit at the table like a good little student with the googly eyes for the teacher
[08:06] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) smiled as the men talked and then heard Niamh and laughed, “That is true I mean the tree of us are family and we are petty great if I ay so myself” she said, then looked between er mate and the Run Priest and went quiet again as the men were talking
[08:09] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) nods with a sagely grace, “Aye, we can speak of such when you have time. I do not wish to claim it now, perhaps in the coming days we can speak more of it.” Looking to his new mate, he’d smile to her, enjoying her reaction, and then the way it was accepted. He felt at peace with everything now, as if it wasn’t hanging in the balance anymore. There wasn’t much more for him to talk about, but he did listen to Naimh talk about the Trio situation. “Yes, its best to keep things balanced.”
[08:10] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) looked between the three with a smile, well ti a blessed day for the family, I will be very curious and concerned over the volva thing, such knowledge is beyond my understanding but it does pique my curiousity. We will see how it goes.” I took a very deep sip of the mead and let out a long exhale.
[08:20] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was for a moment lost in thoughts. “It is overwhelming and awesome and all these things combined.” she stated. “Perhaps it is important to speak with Marleneus and Portus together. Surely he too might have questions.” she would look to the others.
“I am sure we all felt something is going on .. and I feel drawn to investigate this calling .. and see where it takes us … I even feel an urgency to it.” she shared.
She would look at the Rune Priest “What is first in this ?” she asks.
[08:22] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) looked at Niamh as se asked the question most were probably wondering “Yes I am curious as well what will this all entail an is it dangerous?”
[08:26] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “It would seem that first, we must speak to your mates, and educate them on the needed things. Once we get their permission, we can move forward. The truths, and your abillities are natural. Some of you are stronger than others, but you all have an element that you’ll bring to the coven. And through it, we’ll better govern the lands. You’ll end up becoming advisors on things only women know, and protectors of children. We will please the gods with sacrifices, which… As volva, you’ll be required to attend to the gifts. Say we have a boskling, you’d be charged with feeding it well, showing it kindness, and tender attentions.”
[08:33] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Belle had always been one even as a small child to have the urge to get out and explore, dangerous or not, she lived for the adventure of the unknown. So as the lands casted with the heavy dreadful smidgen of the unknown of the lands, so much to explore and figure out. Sit and listen to the lands and the gods as to what shall become of them all. She would listen to Arn, and was paying attention rather it seemed like it or not. she was taking in all his words. Nodding when he spoke of what would be expected of them if the tests were passed and they were all intact what he believes them to be.
[08:34] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would push herself up to a stand. The urgency to speak to Portus there in her heart and mind. “I will talk to him and see that he finds you if he has questions that I can not answer.” she stated. She would look to Belle and than to the Rune Priest.
“I hope you both can experience this connection and commitment I feel .. since it is one of the most beautiful things I ever experienced.” her eyes would cut to the Priest “To take care of each other, treasure … Is the biggest gift.” she smiled “congratulations you two … I will spill the beans to Portus now.” she would not wait on their reply – being parted of him already a little longer than she anticipated.
[08:37] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) with words of needing to talk to er mate, “Maybe you could just talk to my son instead” she said, “My mate seem very busy at this time and I do not wish to wait on my training” se told him as she was committed to this
The Candidate had both performed a combination; a combination and capture. Seduction and force were the stronghold. Khutulun had seen the small grains of sands grains combined with her need for escape. The Candidate’s words and coersion had lulled her into a stillness to where she awakened with him slipping inside of her. Her cunt had spread, splaying for the invasion as she protested. And the Candidate used her as if she was any slave to be dealt with. He ordered her to leave and his carelessness produced her vindiction, extracting tassa pins from her discarded clothing and subduing him before departing the semi-comicose form towards the North.
Axe Glacier welcomed her in its vastness and silence, the Aurea Borealis becoming a companion as she recovered from the violation. Khutulun dealt with sporadic corpses, her thoughts shifting towards Tyros and the main slaver’s demands that she had denied. She was vulnerable, aching in body for her rough treatment. The body on ice was her release as she began to practice her skills, releasing the dead, bloodied hearts of slaves from chest cavities with as much respect as she could muster and as much she could be paid for. One was sent in accident, the other sent with purpose to display a twisted sense of affection with hopes of reciprocation.
This was where the dreams began – a past that was foreign to her; she was familiar with the Black Caste, respected their demands and needs and simply remained on the outskirts of what was demanded of her. She was simply, accepted life as it came. But those hanting images of her namesake – moonlight featuring beasts of legend from her mother’s side. They were the kailla, the crow, and the lart. A trio beneath the Gorean moons according to the Wagon Peoples. Khutulun awakened and made prepations, finalizing details of her macabre profession and sharing with others briefly in the Tyrosian infimary. A chest cavity was pried open and a heart was sent to the wrong person before correction in her approach. Khutulun would stand at the beach, waitinyg for the return as a ship approached to relieve her of the south as she clutched a freshly treated skull in her hand and slipped it into her bag.
Al’sah was late with the pomise of a trainee, but mattered less to her. He and any other Black Caste had proved to discover her existence if she was needed. She movied to the docks and waited for the impending ship to dock before she would board with her favored items. The ship would discover the nearest port after Tyros, a location similar to where a butterfly once landed and met a descendent of a storied history. She was simply the shifting light of a single Gorean moon reflected by the sun, orbiting a fellow Earth planet. Making her presence know among stars if required and simply with a trio in the vast sky if it was demanded.
——– ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨’𝕤 ———– ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙
Crow was not in the best of places. The fall out with Scar, the run in with Ost and his long ongoing quest. The last took him too long to keep Haru. He had gifted her to another. She had been an excellent slave. As ever his charm had her fall in love with him. A love slave as she mentioned it. Little did she know that when it came to his profession little was true when it came to his emotions. Any slave might have considered him in love. Yet very few had managed to penetrate the depth of his emotions. Sol, Scar and Serpent made sure of that. So when he told Haru that he would gift her to another he could tell that she had been telling the truth. The expression of her face would be etched in the countless nightmares that occupied his sleeping hours. Crow was terribly sophisticated when it came to manipulating the feelings of others. In such there was no honor. Only the killer and assassin that used any means to his benefit and certain outcome.
Crow had countless contacts that over time believed him a loyal and trustworthy ally. These whispers informed him of all kind of matters. Some significant and some simple gossip. Perhaps it made him one of the most informed men in Gor. Not that he wished the credit. It was simply a way to his means. All depended on the source, the information and its value. Even here in his hide out these whispers seemed to find him. This time about a woman that docked. When he was told about a woman holding a skull, he simply thought it was a story one created out of fear or lack of something better to say. Surely a woman wouldn’t want to be questioned as to whom it might belonged too.
Perhaps out of boredom or simply to see what this contact tried to convey he found himself at the dock, studying the woman.
𝕂𝕙𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕟
Khutulun disembarked from the ship with the few belongings that she ws carrying. She was heavily garbed and about her waist was a series of medical supplies in the form of a leather belt. The physician preferred the lack of heavy trappings of her office – sumptuous green robes, silks and jewels most high caste free women preferred to wear. She found it impractical for her purposes, instead finding drab, cheap peasant-type gowns that would sustain her if an emergency occurred or if bodily fluid splattered on her she could easily discard of the gown. She boldly traveled alone, appearing diminutive and harmless. That was what made the supposed Candidate break his vows and overwhelm her. She seemed to be one of the few in this place, wherever it was. It seemed to be some sort of hold as the island was empty save for lush trees and birdsong and a few buildings. Anticipation did not prepare her for the black-clad figure who languidly regarded her at the end of the dock, the boards holding his weight. The physician then turned to him, studying his features. He was unfamiliar to her, but his clothing suggested that perhaps he was an emissary or some sort trainee that was sent by Al’sah. A throaty chuckle filled her throat – Al’sah certainly had his ways of discovering her location, making her more impressed with the Assassin. A mistaken submission of a heart was all it took for her to be held some interest. Yet, there was hesitation in her – in her cognac eyes and in her body as the memory of one who had violated her was fresh and that timidness would be constant, but her serene expression betrayed none of her internalized apprehension, “You are looking for me I presume?” She inquired of Crow. The Moonlight did not realize she was face to face with a legend him and mistook him for one of Al’sah’s, “You were sent Al’sah correct?”
——– ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨’𝕤 ———– ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚
Crow was known for his patience, his talent with silence but also with how he listened and voiced his thougths. Mysterious when he wanted to be, direct if it was needed and violent if the situation asked for it. Always measured, considered or thoughtful. “I am looking for you.” he replied blunt and to the point. “But not because I am sent.” he added surely to confuse her. The name she mentioned made him the more curious. He pushed himself from the little wall he had leaned against. The leathers of his attire, the claok and the feathers held this shine of the finer quality of Ar. His weaponry mostly hidden or consealed although his dagger could be seen at his waist. The golden sheath rich and adorned with jewls. Crow was in a way vain to his wealth. He had earned it over the many years in his craft. It was why he allowed his slaves to adorn themselves with silks, expensive jewelry. None had ever dared to question or challenge him for it.
“Rumor has it that someone is missing a head and you might have it?” he stated as he would move close – but just far enough to be out of her reach. Keen eyes upon the woman. Studying her face and expression. “Is this true?” he asks. His voice and question held a degree of authority. As if it already might tell her that a lie could have severe consequences while the truth could make an ally
𝕂𝕙𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕟
Khutulun appraised this black-clad man before her. He was one she had never seen before but the scent of the leather, freshly oiled and the finery of the jewels reminded her of Imperial Ar and all the experiences she once had there. Her veiled expression was expectant as she anticipated him to be one of Al’sah’s. But this man seemed to hold decades of experience with the furrowing of his brow and the pursuing of his lips. The lines in his forehead and his eyes which beheld faint mixture of curiosity and something else. Often she glimpsed into milky white, pearlescent eyes accompanied by chilled skin. This man was warm, he had endured and his confidence had an ease that no warrior could ever have
A smirk formed on her features, dimples forming in her cheeks as her hand rested on the bag. It was a black glove, digits folding over the brown fabric that was sturdy enough to hold a heavy weight so it seemed.
“Rumor holds true, Killer,” she replied with amusement in her voice, that surreptitious timidity subsiding as she languished in the moment. Her attire was opposite that of the Assassin’s – a brown, peasant attire, raven hijab and veil. An attempt to be close to that forbidden caste not of it. Cheap fabrics were easy to discard and change out of. One did not wear their best when opening tissues.
“It is a specimen I use. A simple slave’s skull. Sometimes for demonstration purposes and others… well it helps me think in some aspect.”
——– ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨’𝕤 ———– ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟛
Crow could tell she was smirking even if she was wearing a veil. The amusement in her voice was noted too. A woman with his kind of humor? As she answers he would dip his head as in this gesture of acknowledgement to her being that forthcoming. He guessed that her attire was done with reason. She didn’t seem to be the type that went her way without thinking, surely not when her answer came.
“I was once sent a head by a slave. A token of my kindness.” he shared. “I gave her a choice, while another felt I shouldn’t have.” he shrugged there. Perhaps there was something odd to share that story, but he guessed the woman was the more macabre type. So for casual conversation they could compare notes. “I disposed of it. Who knows it might be the one you are tossing about.” As she wasn’t now she could guess that he had observed or was told.
“Now … Since we are talking … I am called Crow.” he offered as to create this scene of familiarity. “You mentioned Al’sah.” he added while keen eyes would almost seem to be piercing through hers. If there was such truth as the eyes being the doors to ones soul, Crow was diving in. Searching for answers to his questions and curioisity. “I was once told it is dangerous to speak names … For one might turn into a turtle.” The story was true, although the one sharing the story – might not be totally taken seriously. “But serious … why would you wait for one of his contacts?” he just asked – ready to receive no answer. Surely he would keep the information for future references although he was hardly in the mood to police the caste.
𝕂𝕙𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕟
Khutulun reached into her bag and extracted the skull that was referred to. Her hands gripped the smooth, bleached bone and turned it this way and that. She had cared for it, tended to it and embraced it like a child in his presence. All the while her gaze never left his. Her digits seemed to know the edges and ridges of the bone. A hearty smile appeared on her lips while the Assassin shared his own personal history with bones, “Well,” she began morbidly, “At least it was a gift from the heart. Perhaps you may be correct. It could be your old companion,” she cackled at her own dark joke, her gloved hand smoothing over the ridge of the temple while her other curled beneath where a neck joint would have been, the tips of her fingers curled against the teeth. As he introduced himself, she allowed her smolderin, cognac eyes to appraise his apparel and whispered to herself, “Black hides blood stains,” It was her reasoning for drab, darker clothing that seemed to vex some and her eyes returned to his, “Well met, Crow. I am Khutulun,” A polite nod was offered to him and listened intently to his reasoning, another smirk forming beneath the layers of her veils, “I mentioned Al’sah… you are acquaintaned with him? I am such because of a small, minor mistake… regarding a heart that was accidentally sent to him instead of my original target. A misunderstanding that turned into something lucrative for both of us.”
——– ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨’𝕤 ———– ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟜
Crow would very much keep his attention to her. Trusted his senses that he would be aware if others would walk up to him. These senses had been developed over many years. First in his training and later in his profession. As he studied her and kept that gaze upon her. He could note the eye colour that held that mystery to them. When the white skull was presented and seemingly caressed he would regard it. “Nope, isn’t the same one.” he reasons. “See this.”as he pointed the space between the eyes “There was more space between them. And this piece here.” he again pointed “looks less well developed. Surely this head belonged to someone that was ugly.” of course he jested as his eyes searched hers once more.
When she spoke of black hiding blood stains he shrugged “I rather try to keep it from staining my cloak.” It was true. Surely some kills were quite messy, but most were done with deadly precision. Quick and swift.
As she introduced herself the name would role over his tongue as if to taste it. “A pleasure Khutulun.” he answers while his head dipped slightly forward. Still his gaze never left hers and remained focused. His brow raised when he learned as to how she had learned to know Al’sah. A killer he respected as he had spoken to him and still knew of his words in the court of the Black Lodge. He had understood his intent instantly. It reminded him of himself so many years ago. The same drive and view as to better the caste. Yet Crow had learned the bitter side of it.
“Now I know I am very easy to trust fellow. But one might be more careful to whom one speaks of being an acquaintance or having a lucrative business with him.” he warned. “Not all have the caste in their good graces. I am quite certain some would rather extinguish us.” He explained.
“So not only a head but also someone lost a heart?” he asks. “One wonders to whom you would sent mine, if it ever was yours?” his question of course to taunt or to learn something of the woman that in short time had intrigued him.
𝕂𝕙𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕟
Khutulun had inherited her mother’s eyes, those of which had seen the coming of seasons and the setting of suns and the rise of the moon. She felt the Killer’s gaze keenly upon her heavily garbed form. Unlike some other high caste women who preferred to accentuate their curves to entice, she could easily blend in with low caste and remain unassuming if she wished. She attempted to see the shade of the Killer’s eyes – windows to a soul that had witnessed much and had been part of a legend.
Her name rolled off of his song like a song as he pronounced it correctly in the manner of how he stated it, “I was named after a legendary female wrestler of the Wagon Peoples. Legend has it she would only mate a man who could defeat her. She ended up collecting 10,000 kaiila. She was supposedly never beaten. Khutulun means moonlight.”
While he gestured to the skull, his regard and noted the inaccuracies that compared to the previous one he had, a chuckle departed her throat. “One wonders why you call yourself a bird. I do of course. But it suits you… it means you are swift to fly away when the intensity is much… or is it because your represent death as the crow often does?”
As she listened to him, she tried to place his accent. She had been virtually on most of the planet but his tenor was something that was musical, soft… and lethal. “Ah perhaps you are correct. I was too free in the exchange of names. Aren’t all of you Killers affiliated with one another?”
The heart situation was still the fore front of their discussion and his jest caused her eyes to widen and another smirk to form on her countenance. “Well, Crow if I gained your heart… it would remain in my keeping. But who would offer a heart to a woman who would probably dissect it just to study it?” She was rather enjoying the banter and would move a bit closer to him, but enough distance to where if she needed to escape, her small weapons and vials could aide her and to provide him space should he feel the need too.
——– ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨’𝕤 ———– ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟝
Crow gained more respect for the woman that didn’t shy away from his gaze. His eyes with their green hue. These eyes are deep and enigmatic, like the moss-covered stones of a hidden grove, whispering tales of forgotten lore. They draw you in, leaving you wondering what mysteries lie behind their depths. He knew that they were often considered one of his best assets when it came to luring people in and keeping them as this flute that would dance before a snake.
He chuckled as she shared the origin of her name. “I know of the tale.” he shared. “I wasn’t aware of the name though.” he admitted in all honesty. Truth often was one of the best weapons. It would not powerplay. It would create this atmosphere of trust and intimacy.
“You wish to know why I was called Crow?” he asks. “I guess it was once chosen because I came from Ar, was a tarnsman with a grand future and enjoyed the shiny things.” he jested. “Over time .. I hope I live up to the name fully as it stands for transformation in a manner of mystery, intelligence and adaptability. ” As he spoke she would learn that his dialect was that of Ar. His ‘former’ Home Stone and the place he grew up in. Her words of him flying away when things would get too intense were met with a arched brow. He was not one that would flee a scene that quickly. But smart enough to not engage when the outcome was uncertain and not in his favour.
He smirked when she spoke of all killers being affiliated. “Some wish.” he simply stated leaving it there. It was up to her as how she would perceive his reply.
When she spoke of his heart and moved closer his eyes give that dare for a moment. It had been since long he felt that excitement in his groin, but he enjoyed this steadfast and courageous woman. Surely the woman must know that there were dangers to and around him. Yet instead of keeping her distance she would move closer. He did not underestimate her though. Perhaps she was armed to her teeth with pins and needles. One more deadlier than the other.
“One wonders what will be found in that heart of mine when it is dissected. Some say it would be empty, while others like to speculate about the depth of it.” he would adjust his leathers – shameless of the effect of the woman upon him. It was her guess as to what would have triggered such. Perhaps he was just like any average Gorean man. Enough appetite for any women that might cross ones path. Or perhaps it had been too long?
[10:10] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Held Nimah’s hand as they left the free Womans hall and maid their way to the Great Temple. As they climbed the stairs she would see the gathering, looking back at Munin..”We need to Shield her from my brother” she whispered and stood with the bond shoulder to shoulder behind everyone gathered
[10:11] Máire (erzascarlettgrey) sighs as she is not allowed in there but didn’t want to be punished or killed for it either. She keeps to herself but would say within ear reach just in case
[10:11] Rhys McTavish (rhys.mcgregor): He would nod as the man spoke and then would give his name as it seemed he forgot that and would as well just tell him to send for him when it was a better time as he had no idea of this event.
He nods to the man and then says, “Aye of course, My name is Rhys McTavish. I was born and raised in Helmetsport.” He just started and then says, “When you are able and not busy. We can drink and talk. Just send for me.” he tells the man.
[10:13] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) walked up in silence. As if with every step she was making something was added to her life. Her life had been simple. The simply life of a slave was simply obey. But slowly she had been given more responsibilities and with this it was the last formal event for having it in full.
She smiled to Belle. The hand was very much appreciated and she squeezed. How welcoming they had been. She was overwhelmed by gratitude but also adoration. As she shielded her from view she chuckled “Thankfully I am small huh?” she jested – clearly due to her nerves.
[10:15] Muninn had been to collect Niamh and Bell, but only because she wanted to see the bride before the ceremony before she wasnt allowed in the temple. but then as Belle spoke she her she nodded her head and tried to make herself bigger by standing as straight as possible. she knew that she wouldnt see them joined with Portus but she was glad that she could at least spend a moment with them before hand.
[10:16] Rhys McTavish (rhys.mcgregor): He noded to the man but had things to attend to so he would not be able to attend the handfasting. Too as well he did not know the people. So he felt off attending just to attend.
He looks to Katun and then says, “I have some things to do. I will see you at this feast eh.” He would advise and then would say, “May the wind be at ya back. And the three old women be kind on ya fates.” He just says..
[10:16] ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱʜɪ ꜰᴇɴʀɪʀ ᴍᴀʜᴀʟᴀʜ (allan.frostbite) stepped forward quietly, his geta clacking softly against the stone as he arrived, his serene smile unfaltering. He offered a respectful bow to the gathered figures, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade, not in challenge but in quiet assurance. His gaze swept the scene, noting each individual with a thoughtful nod, and he spoke in a tone as calm as a mountain stream, “I see you all. It is good to witness such a gathering of purpose and bonds.” His eyes flickered with subtle humor as he added, “Though it seems the temple grows more exclusive by the moment… a good thing I am content with the chill of the glacier at my back.” With another bow, he took his place among the onlookers, unhurried and unassuming.
[10:17] Eva (euternity): watching them all slightly and looks at their clothing for brief moment. “Tal Im Terny” she greats while she was disguising herself for certain reasons. As her real name is Eva but kept it to herself really. She temp her voice little more lower but northen accent .Asfter all she came on very long journey .
[10:19] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) smiles seeing the girls “Tal Daughter, Daughter to be”
[10:19] Belle (bellewhitlocke): She would look around to those standing seeing her brother enter the hall she would just smile. The little bratty brother grew into someone very special. Standing next to Munin she would look over and wink. then turn back to Niamh.. “I am so happy for you to be joining our family. Thank you for being such a friend to me when needed and well just thank you” she held the tears in her eyes back by blinking a few times only to see her father and Amira joining them “Tal Foddir, Amira.. Everyone has gathered inside if you would like to join them, ill stay out here with Niamh, make sure Munin here doesnt run off with her “
[10:19] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) felt someone approach from behind and turned. Her smile brightens. She would release Belle’s hand and take that one of Amira. A warm and kind smile given to Marleneus. “Heilsa.” she offered them kindly. “I am so glad you both are here. I can’t put it in words.” she added sincere. “She noted the red and black and grinned “I think the others are already inside.”
[10:20] ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱʜɪ ꜰᴇɴʀɪʀ ᴍᴀʜᴀʟᴀʜ (allan.frostbite) stepped forward quietly, his geta clacking softly against the stone as he arrived, his serene smile unfaltering. He offered a respectful bow to the gathered figures, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade, not in challenge but in quiet assurance. His gaze swept the scene, noting each individual with a thoughtful nod, and he spoke in a tone as calm as a mountain stream, “I see you all. It is good to witness such a gathering of purpose and bonds.” His eyes flickered with subtle humor as he added, “Though it seems the temple grows more exclusive by the moment… a good thing I am content with the chill of the glacier at my back.” With another bow, he took his place among the onlookers, unhurried and unassuming.
[10:22] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) kissed them both on the cheek and smiled warmly, taking Amira’s hand and dragging her along towards the stone building. “As you wish Daughter, we will be eagerly waiting inside.”
[10:22] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) would make her way up to the hall still looking around taking this all in she stayed close to her mate as she was unsure of what she was feeling she would smile and went to hug Niamh but then stopped and took her hand, “I wouldnt miss it for the world” she said then she would smile at Belle, “Tal, and um okay” she said
[10:22] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) she followed her mate in the hall
[10:24] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) watched as they would enter and her eyes rest upon Katrin and Eva “Will you join us inside too?” she asks them.
[10:25] Muninn heard a familiar voice and turned around to see Marleneus, but she only smiled back at him in return. then Belle spoke and she gave a small pout as she wouldnt steal Niamh at least not before the ceremony. she turned and looked to her former bond and gave them a smile “Im so happy for you and glad that you get to be happy” she told them “Now go get your man” she said as she knew that the proceedings would be starting soon.
[10:25] Eva (euternity): sees the people moving towards the temple . And would interfer with the ceremony. As she did not know these people at all, except for one and meeting one of them not long ago. “Congrats, be looking around this villages a bit” “she grins under her scarf but was not the one with any bad intentions.
[10:27] Belle (bellewhitlocke): She would reach back and grab Niamh’s hand.. ” you ready, lets do this” she smiled widely at her friend “Hopefully Bear doesnt get jealous and all” giving off a soft laugh as they made their way in
[10:27] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) frowns to Eva but turns to Muninn. She would wink to her and than decides to hug her tightly “Thank you,friend.” she whispered to her. It was clear that she hated her not being there. Friendship could go beyond status and here it was heartfelt and sincere.
[10:27] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) turned to Belle “As I ever be.”
[10:30] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): turns as his mate joins him almost speechless as i see her….”you look amazing and so pretty I am such a lucky man to have you in my life”,,,,takes her hand in mine
[10:32] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) would enter the tempel her steps as ever calculated and thoughtful. Her eyes upon the familiar figure of Portus. If there had been doubts about this life – they had been long gone. There was nothing that would have her hesitate.
As he turned she smiled to him. Her eyes light and shiny by the tears that seemed to burn behind them. Overwhelmed by the love she feels for him. She grins as he takes her hand. “You too.” she replied. Her voice unsteady of her adoration for him.
[10:33] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart looked over to see Marleneus and Amira, and nodded to them both, gesturing them forward toward the front of the temple to stand with him. He noticed others were arriving, but there was a time that he would indeed start with his preparations. Never one for big speeches, but understood the necessity at this particular moment.
“Last time we gathered like this, it was to witness the claim of this man, Portus of Clan Stromberg, to the free woman, Niamh of Axe Glacier. She has accepted the proposal, and the bride price has been paid. This day, before gods and men, we are here to make their pairing final.” He looked toward Marleneus again, “In attendance are the Parents of Portus, Marleneus and Amira of Tovaldsburg.” He opened the floor to them both. “It is appropriate that they be the ones to officiate the Hand-fasting and exchanging of vows and ancestral weapon.”
[10:35] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): smiles as his father and mother standing up front…proud to belong to this honourable family
[10:39] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) stepped forward proudly and took each be the hand, placing Niamh’s into Portus large hand. “It has been tradition by time immemorial to fasten the hands of you two in the bonds of companionship before all those present and the Hold Jarl. I am honored to be here to preform the same.”
[10:40] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): feels her tiny hand in my paw ever mindful how delicate she may be
[10:41] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) would look to Ragnar as he spoke and than turned to see Marleneus and Amira come forward. She looked up to Portus seeing his pride in them. She was pleased to see this. She was too. They had been so welcoming, so warm and kind. Regardless of what she had been – or – what she might have brought.
She would listen and smile as Marleneus approached and stood before Portus. As she never had witnessed these ceremonies she was curious as to what was to come. Trusting upon the guidance of others.
As her hands was placed within that of Portus she smiled up to him. Turning to Marleneus as to hear his words.
[10:41] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus): “I have chosen a ribbon of brown which symbolizes Earth, Grounding, Talent and Hope.” I wrapped in in and around your wrist and fingers and tied a knot in the ribbon “This is where the expression tying the knot comes from in a companionship ceremony and the coloer I put much thought into.”
[10:42] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): nods in appreciation at his fathers considered words
[10:43] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart stepped back to give the floor to the parents of the Groom and his bride. It was relieving to see such bonds had not been broken and all were ther eto bear witness to the celebration.
[10:43] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus): “As our clan is farmers by trade we value the earth upon which we stand, proud to call it home, to produce our sustenance and to set your roots into. This will ground you to the place you wish to expand your family, letting the talents you both possess add to your Villages, and the love you share which is evident to your mother and i, to all you encounter to grow without measure and bounds.”
[10:45] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus): “May your union be blessed with love and companionship from this day forward, may your steel always defend your companion in all things, and may you never suffer dishonor if within your power to prevent.”
[10:46] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) felt the ribbon tied and would see the symbolism in it. Earth – she memorized.
She smiled as the family was mentioned and the expanding of it. Something that had never been in her cards until now. She beamed as they spoke of the love they felt for one and other.
Her heart was one that could burst at times. An emotion completely new to her. But here she stood. Tied to what she believed the love of her life.
[10:48] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) stayed by her mates side as she would listen to te to the words spoken by her mate she smiled proudly as she listened to them she was proud of her mate and her family
[10:55] Lucian TaVar (lucain.corvinus): watches the ceremony with a joyous heart for the two slipping a charm into Ingrid’s palm with a smile
[10:56] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart listened to Marleneus speak as he completed the Hand Fasting and nodded to them all. “It is tradition that a man presents his ancestral weapon to his bride during such an occasion. Such is also the case now.” He walked over to the altar and lifted the Axe in both hands and presented it to the crowd as it lay across his hands. “This weapon is your legacy…” He looked to Amira and offered the weapon to her. “…as such it will be the weapon rightfully carried by your Son, and his son after him, and his son after. This represent the sart of your legacy. Wear it proudly.”
[10:58] Ingrid Tessa Steele (lilithdarkensangwl) as she would watch looking down blinks looking at lucian then looking down seeing the charm not to sure why she was given this .She would not say a word for now as a mating was going on before them .Taking a breath in and out slowly watching sill on whats going on.
[10:59] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) smiled towards Amira. It had all started with her choice. To allow her entrance or keep her outside of the gates. This seemed like a life time ago and in a way it was. Yet who would have guessed that this would be the outcome? So many moments flashed by that were all little events leading up to this.
She squeezed Portus a little as to let him know that she was very committed and there. If there were dreams that could come true. She was living truth of it.
She kept observing. When the weapons was held up and one spoke of a son. She would again search for the look of Portus. A child. A son? She was so full of more dreams with him.
[11:00] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): looks at his bride smiling knowing a myriad thoughts and emotions would be flooding her right now
[11:04] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) she moved towards Rangnar and laid out both hands so the axe would rest in them and be supported she would then turn and walk towards her daughter in law and offered it to her she looked at both of them “A legacy is what you make of it people will always remember things about you the good the bad the ugly” she started “Through your lives there will be good and bad just remember in the bad the love you both share with each other and remember your family is always there even if it is in a distance, remember to always cherish each other and the love that you have for each other because that love can get you through anything” she said smiling to them both before handing her the axe and stepping back by her mates side
[11:06] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) would feel the heaviness of the axe in their hands. The red ribbons attached to the axe and the brown around their hands. She studied it as she held it. Understanding it would be for the future of their family and first born son.
[11:12] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart stepped away from the Altar as the Axe was handed over, watching how Amira carried it, and Niamh accepted it. He moved closer to the two of them and stood parallel on the other side of Marleneus and Amira, gesturing the two forward that they take their place before the gods. “Here in this sacred place, I ask that you both affirm your vows to one another before the gods and witnessed by men. Speak loudly, speak proudly. Let it be known your devotion.” he looked to Portus. “The groom will speak first.”
[11:17] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): turns and faces the woman he loves and cups her face in my palm….”I make this declaration in public before all gathered here and the gods that i vow with all that i posses that i will provide all that you need and will defend you with my weapons and body until my dying breath…I will provide you with all the love i posses and to our future issue may i be struck down now should i fail to live up to this solemn vow before you today”
[11:18] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) listens to Portus as he spoke. Her eyes filled with tears knowing the sincerity. She would clear her throat ensuring that every word was to be heard. They weren’t spoken lightly. In truth she never spoken them to anyone ever before.
“In the shadows of time, I vow to be your eternal companion, a whisper in the wind that guides you through the unknown. I promise to cherish the enigma of our bond, to stand by your side as we unravel the secrets of our shared journey. With every heartbeat, I pledge my unwavering support, my endless affection, and my deepest respect. Together, we shall dance through the twilight, creating a symphony of love, mystery, and endless possibilities. In your presence, I find my home, my heart, and my forever. I vow this to you, my beloved Portus. In the presence of the Gods so they know and value the truth of it.”
[11:19] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): retains my composure despite the words of her heart
[11:24] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart listened on to the both of them and he looked over to the statues of the gods and then told them both. “Your voices have been heard. Your vows have been spoken.” He looked to the others. “The gods see you. We see you, Portus of Clan Stromberg, and Niamh of Axe Glacier. Let your words be etched in this hall, in the minds of those presence and may your devotion to each other never falter.” He pounded a fist over his chest. “Now… Portus.. officially claim your bride.”
[11:25] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): ponds my chest in reply and turns and takes my bride in my arms and kisses her with love in front of all
[11:26] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) wraps her arm around her mate as she watches her son
[11:27] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) felt herself still tied to him and her tears still would run down her cheek. So overwhelmed by the love and adoration as she is taken from her feet and into one of his delightful kisses.
She answered them with all her might as to sent promises to his lips.
[11:27] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) raises a fist into the air and cheers out as if a warcry “Well done my son!”
[11:28] ƝoгƓ ƬгуƓvє UԼƒ ƁίгƓίг (noragark) me smiles crosses his arms upon his chest “aye. well done. congratulations”
[11:29] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): smiles across at his family so proud in his choice of partner
[11:29] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Had been silent through out the ceremony, her tears hidden through her smile as she watched and heard every word said. As her brother took his bride into his arms she couldnt help but to clap.. “Congrats to you both” is all she could muster out
[11:30] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): i think we could all do with a drink now then
[11:30] Lucian TaVar (lucain.corvinus): HAIL Brother congratulations to you both
[11:30] Ingrid Tessa Steele (lilithdarkensangwl) smiles at the new couple ” congratulations ”she would say in a low voice then looking to the gem in her hand looking to Lucian ” what is this ?” she would lift her hands up that holds the gem
[11:31] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): thank you all for being here and sharing this moment with us
[11:31] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart announced, “There is one final thing to do. The Brud-Hlaup. The couple will race to the feast hall. This symbolizes the start of their nw live together. So… To the Long hall!” He let the couple go first and others to trail behind them. “Brud-hlaup! Go!”
[11:32] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) was speechless as she would start to run.
Posted in Niamh, Synin with tags Niamh on January 14, 2025 by crow1971
[14:02] Synin (karlotte.shelman) washed her hands and face before she stepped in. Still the scent of the soaps of her earlier bath might drift along her. “Greetings.” she offered kindly. “No book this time?” she asks. Her keen eyes study him as to gage his mood.
[14:04] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) nods politely to Synin, given their history, he was often far kinder to her now, than before. Even being sweet enough to slink a smile on, “Its good to see you Synin, how are you?” Sitting up some no that he wasn’t alone, lost to the heavy thoughts that plagued him in silent times. “Perhaps I could invite you to play a board game,” hitching his question out in a friendly and respectable way. This time, unlike many other encounters, he didn’t eye her up like some bit of flesh. Instead, he had acclimated to her new title.
[14:07] Synin (karlotte.shelman) would regard him with the true intent to meet him in this world of understanding. “I am doing excellent. But I do wish to present a question.” she replied . As he suggested a bord game “Which game ? As a bond I was not permitted to play all the board games … ” she would inch closer curious to what he might wish to suggest they play.
[14:08] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): aye there
[14:09] Synin (karlotte.shelman) dipped her head “Heilsa.” she offered.
[14:09] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): nods looking at his bond .. “is this main long hall ? should my bond unrobe?
[14:10] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) Looks about, and nods to Edrick, “If she is yours, it would be your choice, but thats my opinion.” Speaking now to Synin, “this is a board game called war.”
[14:10] Charlotte (charlott.lopez) face drops … Its freezing Jarl .. looks at the free and bows her head “greetings “
[14:11] Synin (karlotte.shelman) looks at Edrick “From what I understood they are allowed boots and sleeves.” she recalled the rules of her mate and the hall mistress.
[14:12] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) inspected the man over, nodding once more when he sat down. “I am Arnthorr,” leaving the rest of his titles out as he spoke to the man. “And Synin, what did you want to ask? Or is it something you’d like to discuss in private?”
[14:12] Charlotte (charlott.lopez) blinked looking down at her furs they was hardly covering anything as it was … she stepped closer to the fire and warmed herself up a little
[14:14] Synin (karlotte.shelman) frowns at the suggestion of the board game ‘War’ “War? That sounds very tragic and with a lot of loss.” she replied but smiled “My question is my name …” she tells him. “I wish to change my name … one that is chosen well and will be that of my future instead of my past … Can you ask the Gods if such is wise ?” she asks.
[14:15] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): signals to his bond to come to him ” come over to me bond leave your boots and and your fur collar only, I will help some to teach how the north serves ..” he then looks up to the man hearing him ” well met Arnthor .. I am Edrick from Torv … thats where i met Synin
[14:16] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): ” sorry I forgot to mention I stole this Bond from the south.. long story.. and she can be unmindful at time but you notice i carry a whip now
[14:17] Charlotte (charlott.lopez) looks at the fire than back to her Jarl charlottes teeth was chattering she wasent used to the cold weather she let out a sigh slipping her fur down that was barely covering her chest dropping it to the floor and steps out of it …
[14:17] Synin (karlotte.shelman) looked at the girl “I am sure there are ways to keep warm.” she suggests.
[14:17] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) listened to Synin’s question, which made him smile. “I’d be honored to help you find a new name. We could consult the Runes, if you’d like? Let them guide us on the selection? And I do not need to speak with the gods about it,” standing up now. The crippled man hobbled and leaned into his axe, walking over to Synin to inspect her a bit closer. “It is natural to let the past die, when you’ve become, free once again.” When Edrick spoke about the slave and who he was, the Rune Priest did stop and turn his attention to him. Nodding here and there to indicate he followed along, even turning some so that his one eye could finally fall onto the Bondmaiden. Of course, her nakedness was enjoyed, something that nearly distracted him. “She seems attentive to your words,” giving him a smirk.
[14:21] Synin (karlotte.shelman) looked at the Rune Priest and her eyes light up as he was not all to bothered by her request. Somewhat the opposite. “I would very much like that.” she stated. “There is one I favor …but I wish to be certain.” she shared. As the man turned to the bond she laughed. “See, bond.” she turns to the girl “There are many ways to get warm … it isn’t all to difficult.” she would look at the rune priest “Is there a moment in which such would suit you best ?”
[14:22] Charlotte (charlott.lopez) looked at the Mistress … her head dropped further her long tressels of hair now covering her face … she stood a little closer feeling slightly uncomfortable with unfamiliar surroundings … ” i am sure it cannot be much different to the south Jarl ” whats involved a horn and some mead ?” she tilted her head as in deep thought charlotte was wandering if she had bit more off than she could chew
[14:23] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): Listen to Synin .. and the Priest not wanting to join in on the conversation that I might not be good at giving advice. Looks over at his slave not listening well to come to him ” Char come now and fill this Horn for me … I want my mead ” looks at her pulling his horn from his side
[14:26] Synin (karlotte.shelman) laughs “Oh there are some differences .. in fairness the North is more kind in a way than the South is while the work is much harder.” she shared. “Here one can be more bold and sassy. While in the South much is to be said for dress and jewelry .. here it is how one plays her instrument.”
[14:27] Charlotte (charlott.lopez) walks around the long table stretching out her arm wrapping her fingers around the horn and takes it from her Jarl she pulled it close to her and spins on her heels eyes scanning for where the mead was kept … she dident know where anything was nor and clothes to polish up the horn she lowered her voice a soft mumble escaping her lips ” do i help myself Jarl or will i be pointed in the right direction!”
[14:28] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): laughs at Syinn …. ” Yeah she best better Play a good flute in the north or suffer from a whip in the Tavern ” ahhah laughs with Syinn. Then looks at the bond Char.. Yes get it out of the Mead barrols over there in the corner
[14:30] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) enjoyed the way Charlotte spun, giving her body a nice animation that he could admire. But he focused his attention on Synin, “We can speak of it now. Let us go to the open air, perhaps invite the spirits to speak with us?” Then, his professional concern bled into his thinking. Instead of asking her what popped into his head that moment, he’d save the question for a bit more discretion. “Edrick, would you excuse us? We’ll return once I’ve helped my friend here,” claiming that Synin was now a friend fo his.
[14:31] savagelybeautiful: “the Hall Mistress.” She said softly looking into the circular building. “The men of the hold are about clearing the land nd building houses.”
[14:31] Synin (karlotte.shelman) smiled “That is most kind.” she offered the Priest as he would see to it now. She would move forward as to follow his lead. “Whenever you are ready.” she dipped her head to the others.
[14:34] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) once outside, and away from the others, he’d politely ask, “There are a few ways we can go about this. We can invite the spirits (If you have a name in mind), which will require you to enjoy the fruit of the gods,” tapping his bag with the insinuation that there was something inside of it that she’d have to eat. “Or, we can speak with the Runes, to see what they suggest? Lastly, I could simply tell you of some notable women from my history.”
[14:36] Synin (karlotte.shelman) followed his lead. Her eyes trail over the spots she had seen when they had entered the settlement. Not all that long ago. The serene quiet and yet knowing now that the buzz would come soon after this.
But here she was now quiet and serious, watching and listening. As he suggested how to proceed she frowns and would go the most honest route. “In my dreams there has been a name … A name that fell from the lips of the man I love … ” she shared. “I would like to know if it might be the one I should pick for my future. Surely as Synin was a name given in my slavery and bondage.” she was slightly weary “Is it dangerous ? A sort of drug ?”
[14:40] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “It is, yes,” he didn’t lie to her. “If you are potentially with child, I would suggest that you don’t eat of it. But, if you are free of such, and are willing to trust me, it will make you see and hear things that your normal state is unaware of. Often, its these voices that sing to me, calling me into action. Sometimes the elves of the forest come out to play, other times I hear of the Dwarves singing far underground.” The man was smiling as he recalled these events. “There is a slight chance that your stomach will become upset, nothing a visit to a bucket or pot wont cure,” trying to encourage her, he’d show off the mushrooms after pulling them out from his bag. Perhaps with her standing so close, she’d see that in his bag, the very one he carried around all the time, were to head shaped -things- wrapped up in white cloth. They were clearly human head shaped, one larger then the other. “These are the fruits of the gods, not all mushrooms, only the ones that purple when sliced.”
[14:44] Synin (karlotte.shelman) listens and was someone that could truly see the value in truth. It was something she held as a precious gift as it was rare and unique. She would study him. “I can not be with child.” she replied. “I have not yet held the counter of the slave wine I had more than I can chew.” she stated in jest. She had never objected to it even if it were the bitter brew.
She would study the mushrooms and regard him “Tell me … could they make me do things I might regret ?” she asks him once more “I have not spoken to Portus about my quest … I do not wish to confront him with behavior that does not fit the status he has given me.” she hoped upon his honesty again. Much depended on it.
[14:48] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “There are times that the gods will influence you. Sometimes, those very lucky few, expose themselves to be open to such things.” While he spoke, he sloughed his feet towards one of the mounds, touching at the door of it in a Runic fashion that encouraged the stone to pull away like magic. What Synin didn’t know, was it wasn’t magic, rather it was the influence of the Priest Kings. Their technology had extended even here, and somehow the pattern he drew on it activated the stone. “I have seen a woman embody the spirit of something greater than myself, becoming someone entirely different before my eyes, while under the influence of the mushrooms. What do you fear,” he said in a low voice? “If you can not become full with a child, then I’d say, try it. And if you find yourself losing control, know you’re at home, safe among our people. And i will defend you for whatever state of mind you find yourself in?”
[14:52] Synin (karlotte.shelman) followed and trusted upon his lead. She was very much aware of the technology but did not recognize this one. In all she had only truly observed that of the enemy – The Kurri. Sure there had been those around her that had protected her from them as her knowledge in the wrong hands could ignite chaos to a world of Gor and such was dangerous in the greater scheme of things.
“Than I would like to try it.” she replied hoping her voice held the same determination as her mind had given it.
[14:54] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) settled down his bag, only to begin pulling out one mushroom cap, starting off slow with the woman. And although alone with Synin, he wouldn’t manipulate the situation this time. Truthfully, he was accommodating her with what she asked of him. (When you take the mushroom, roll a dice, if its 1-10 you become sick and have the horrible shits. 11-50 you become nice and stoned, 51-90 your high lasts a few hours and is joyful. 91-100 you trip so hard that you begin to see, the unseen.)
[14:56] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) if she accepted the cap, he’d collect four of his own, intentionally eating them while looking her in the eyes with his one. “This spell will require music, and your voice. Know that this is a safe place,” gesturing to the interior, “the ancestors of this place see you, they know that you are one of them. No evil will come forth, no spirits of malice or harm will touch you, because I am here.”
[14:57] Synin (karlotte.shelman) would look at him she would take them and plop them in her mouth. In anything she had made the decision earlier and would simply go with his truth. She would smile as he spoke no evil would come from it. Her tender heart and honest and sincere personality would break by the thought of anything malicious.
[14:58] zCS Karlotte Shelman rolled 73 (100).
[15:01] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “You will feel first a warmth from your loins, which moves up through you, for it is where our spirits sit. You’ll feel it move through you, a pleasure of life will make itself known now. And from this peace and joy, we will find your new name. We will acknowledge that you die today Synin, your old life will be put into the earth, and your new name will become ~who~ you are now.” The authority he spoke in came out with a sage like quality, even the speed in which he spoke was like a lazy perfumed smoke.
[15:01] zCS Haldurus Resident rolled 2 (100).
[15:06] Synin (karlotte.shelman) closed her eyes for a moment as she felt a sensation from within. Her hands move to the spot that felt warm moving up over her belly, over her breast to where her heart would pound underneath. Her breath slow as she felt the name came as this easy breath. “Niamh.” the name spoken with the true meaning [sounds like nee-uvh]. As the sound of it resonated it brought a smile to her lips. Feeling joyful and lifted in spirit.
[15:13] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) nods his head, “Then you will dig a hole, and you speak the name of your previous life into it, and then bury it here. Adopt the new name Niamh, Freewoman of Axe Glacier.” He was going to give a little speech, but his stomach suddenly made a grumpy gurgling sound. His face gave a worried look, and his hand quickly covered his bellybutton. The next churning sound resembled a wet bag of marbles being shaken around, which happened to contort his face, making him look twisted. Even his brows bunched up, and his face started to shine with a cool perspiration.
With a slow movement, he tried to hobble to the door in a worried butt pinching wobbled. It looked like the man had hidden some coins between his cheeks, and was fearful of losing them. Even pinching his thighs together while his cane hurriedly tap and pulled at the grounds. By the time he started to trace out the magical rune on the door, he did it with such panicked rush that he fucked up the patern. A depressed sigh came out of him, but not from his mouth, while drawing the rune a second time.
When the door opened up he’d whimper a little while squeezing his way out, “Forgive me Synin.” Just as he started to make his way towards an unsuspecting bush, a small fart that pitched its octave up as he panickedly pinched his cheeks together, snuffing out the sound completely. Like a duckling, he hobbled to the nearest bush, while moaning in protest to the moment, just to relieve himself. “Odin’s hairy balls,” he lamented in a sorrowful tone, “it burns a little!”
[15:21] Synin (karlotte.shelman) listens to his instructions and was like making a mental note as to follow his lead to the letter. When she noted the change. Her eyes narrow and grow large, as she sees his demeanor change in something she had seen before.
“Oh?” it was hard for her to come down from this joyous cloud of unicorns and pink ribbons. But she was medical trained and taught “Erm …” she observed him as he started to move towards the exit and truly tried to see it for what it was. But the ribbons tangled her in nothing that would stink that bad or have the outcome of what she figured was to come.
“Odins?” she echo’s .. as if to comprehend what was going on … but under that cloud of bliss she figured those mushrooms had a very different effect upon him.
[15:24] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) the horrible sounds of a man shitting out in the freezing woods, was horrible. There was no grace to him now, he was clinging onto the side of the ruins, trying to hide in the tree line, shitting. It was a horrible flunging sound of him gushing, and complaining. As this unpleasant horrible event continued, him clawing at the frozen stone, and freezing his nuts off. There were moments where he’d cling onto his pants, trying to make sure he didn’t ruin them in this moment. And he was of panicked and sound mind enough to remove his bag too. But if anyone came out to see him, he’d just ignore them and ride out the horrible trip. “Please… Send a bond with a towel or something,” his voice jittered and snapped as his teeth chattered from the cold.
[15:33] Synin (karlotte.shelman) would look to the ground – she wanted to follow his instructions and yet she heard him even from within. As he spoke of her collecting bonds with towels her eyes grow large “What ?” surely her mood was quite different than his. Nothing could harm her. Music to her ears as she started to sing “She met a soul, kind and true, With eyes like the sky, and a heart that knew. Together they danced, under the moon’s soft gleam, In a world of magic, like a beautiful dream.”
She would go to her knees and started to dig, calling over her shoulder “Just a moment.” she hated that he was in such a predicament but surely nothing bad would happen for that small moment. Unaware that the ground was of course hard and her digging was difficult. She would glance over her shoulder once more, using her concealed dagger. As the whole seemed big enough “Synin.” she whispered to it. quickly covering it once more.
She would move out straightening here shoulders “how many ?” she asks before she would go.
[15:34] Second Life: Synin (Karlotte Shelman) is now known as Niamh.
[15:40] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “Great googly-moooglies,” he complained as he again started to create the worst kinds of sounds. “Its getting all over my damn boots,” he complained as he tried to crab walk in his squatting stance up onto the higher portions of the treeline. “Never mind,” he strained out, elongating the two words under the pressure of his own scrunching face. “I ate too many,” gagging those words out, “the smell. Gha!”
Eventually the horrible moment did pass, leaving him exhausted and panting for breath like some well used Bondmaiden. “Dont… don’t gether anything. Its just on my boots, thankfully,” speaking in a breathy and embarrassed tiny voice. “Don’t send… Anyone out here… to see my shame…” Gulping, and trying to recover from his stomach’s emptying out so violently through what was left of his ass. A part of him just had to look back at the damage, frowning at the idea of the Hold Jarl finding the artistic shit splash he had dashing across the floor here.
“Its so cold out here,” finding a pine cone to wipe his ass with, just to toss it into the mess he left behind him. “And the animals really do leave some wicked droppings out here,” totally trying to cover up the fact that he just shat so publicly. “Well have to keep an eye out for whatever Bosk is on the loose, right Niamh!?” Rasing his voice in a pleading demand!
[15:48] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) would simply nod “Too many ?” she tried to keep her voice even. But there was too much difference in experience. Hers was rainbows, roses and daisies. And his … well more the darker side of its spectrum.
“Your boots ?” she asks “Do you wish me to collect others ?” she asks him. She would now look over her shoulders. What would people think if they saw them here so together.
“Do … well … I … ” she wondered if she needed to get into the medical mind of addressing it and seeing if the man was in any danger. The smell that came from him … she would wave her hand as to keep the smell at bay “Do you wish me to do anything further ?” she asks – her time to retire was there.
[15:49] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “Simply, avoid talking about this to anyone, alright? I don’t want to end up being called some funny name for my loose stomach.” When she left, he’d bow his head to her.
[15:50] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) felt like hopping to home. “Thank you.” she offered. Surely she wouldn’t tell everyone, but still some she figured.
In the heart of a bustling city, there lived a dancer named Seraphina, whose every movement was a symphony of grace and mystery. She wore a jewel known as Luna’s Enigma, a rare and beautiful amulet that shimmered with an otherworldly light. As she danced, the jewel seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat, casting an enchanting glow that captivated all who watched.
Seraphina’s performances were legendary, drawing crowds from far and wide. Each night, she would take to the stage, her movements fluid and mesmerizing, as if she were weaving a spell with every step. The audience would hold their breath, entranced by the ethereal beauty of her dance and the mysterious allure of the jewel she wore.
But it was not just her talent that made Seraphina unforgettable. It was the way she seemed to transcend the ordinary, her presence a beacon of rare beauty and enigmatic charm. She inspired dreams and stirred hearts, leaving an indelible mark on all who had the privilege of witnessing her art.
In the grand city of Ar, there was a powerful Ubar named Marlenus. Known for his strategic mind and unyielding ambition, Marlenus had heard tales of Seraphina, the enchanting dancer, and the mystical jewel she wore, Luna’s Enigma. The stories of her beauty and the amulet’s mysterious powers captivated him, and he became determined to possess both.
Marlenus believed that Luna’s Enigma held the key to untold fortunes and power, and he was convinced that Seraphina’s grace and charm would be the perfect complement to his reign. He sent his most trusted emissaries to seek out the dancer and bring her to his palace. The journey was fraught with challenges, but Marlenus’s desire to obtain the amulet and the dancer drove him to overcome every obstacle.
As the emissaries approached the city where Seraphina performed, they marveled at the tales of her mesmerizing dances and the jewel’s ethereal glow. They knew that convincing her to join Marlenus would not be an easy task, but they were prepared to offer her the world in exchange for her presence at the Ubar’s side.
The stage was set for a meeting that would change the course of their lives, as Seraphina’s destiny intertwined with that of the ambitious Ubar, Marlenus.
When Seraphina was brought before Ubar Marlenus, she listened to his grand promises and offers of wealth and power. However, her heart was not swayed by material riches or the allure of a grand palace. She valued her freedom and the joy she found in her art above all else. With a calm and resolute voice, she declined his offer, choosing to remain true to herself and her passion for dance.
Marlenus, unaccustomed to being refused, felt a surge of anger. His face darkened, and his eyes burned with fury. He could not comprehend how anyone could turn down such an opportunity. His rage was palpable, but Seraphina stood her ground, her serene demeanor a stark contrast to his tempestuous outburst. In that moment, she embodied the true power of inner strength and conviction, leaving Marlenus to grapple with his unfulfilled desires.
In a fit of rage, Ubar Marlenus decided that if he couldn’t possess Seraphina and Luna’s Enigma, no one else would. He summoned a shadowy figure known only in whispers—a feared assassin whose skills were unmatched. The Ubar’s command was clear: eliminate the dancer and take the amulet. The assassin, driven by loyalty and the promise of a hefty reward, set out on his dark mission, determined to fulfill Marlenus’s vengeful wish. The stage was now set for a confrontation that would test Seraphina’s resilience and the true power of Luna’s Enigma.
In the dead of night, the assassin struck with lethal precision, ending Seraphina’s life and claiming Luna’s Enigma. Ubar Marlenus, now in possession of the coveted amulet, expected his fortunes to change. However, as days turned into weeks, he found that the jewel brought him nothing but emptiness. The wealth and power he sought remained elusive, and the once-mighty Ubar was left to ponder the true cost of his ambition. The legend of Seraphina and Luna’s Enigma became a cautionary tale, a reminder that some treasures are beyond the grasp of even the most powerful rulers.
Indeed, the true power of Luna’s Enigma was revealed to be bound by honor and valor. The amulet, when taken through deceit or theft, brought nothing but misfortune and emptiness. However, when won in a fair fight or battle, it bestowed great fortune and prosperity upon its rightful owner. This revelation turned Luna’s Enigma into a symbol of integrity and courage, reminding all who sought it that true fortune could only be achieved through noble means. The legend of Seraphina and the amulet lived on, teaching generations the value of honor and the true essence of fortune.
The amulet, now known as Luna’s Enigma, has become the coveted prize for the grand tournament. Warriors and adventurers from far and wide gather, each driven by the legend of its power and the promise of fortune it bestows upon the worthy. The tale of Seraphina and the amulet’s true nature spreads like wildfire, igniting the hearts of those who seek honor and glory.
For those that wish to participate in obtaining this prize – there is a tournement held at the Whipstock 2025: JAN 19TH SUNDAY
Posted in Synin with tags bond, north, Synin on December 30, 2024 by crow1971
[08:29] Synin (karlotte.shelman) walked in to the cave as to ensure she did store all the rence. When her eyes fall upon an unknown figure. “Greetings.” she offered curious but kindly.
[08:33] Xylara1111 skittered back against the wall of rock, trying to hide herself in the shadows. But the crevice wasn’t that large and whoever had entered must have seen her. Trying to think fast, Xylara scrambled to grab some rence. “Greetings, I…I was up early so I started on the rence.” SHe lied pretending like she belonged here.
[08:36] Synin (karlotte.shelman) could tell something was amiss. She was a slave of an Assassin for most of her years. Surely none knew or she would no longer breath and tell. But keen eyes observed the quick response and felt it was untrue. Still she had a kind heart and her voice would be warm and friendly “Well that would be odd?” she replied. “I did care for them not that long ago.” she spoke truthful.
When she noted the face battered and bloody she instantly grew worried.” Ohhh you are hurt.” she closed the distance unaware of any danger that might lurk in such an approach.
[08:39] Xylara1111: The other woman stiffened, her wary eyes narrowing as Synin drew closer. She instinctively flinched back, her battered face hardening into a mask of suspicion. Her voice, clipped and sharp, betrayed her unease. She rubbed at her arm absently, a half-concealed wince betraying the pain she tried to hide. Her gaze flicked over Synin, calculating, her body tensed as if expecting betrayal. “Worry about yourself. I’ll handle myself.”
It was a dismissal, curt and final, but there was a flicker of something else beneath her guarded demeanor. Was it mistrust? Fear? Or perhaps the faintest glimmer of gratitude she couldn’t afford to show? Whatever it was, she quickly buried it, her battered face turning away as she resumed her task, keeping her distance from Synin like a wounded animal too proud—or too wary—to accept help.
[08:44] Synin (karlotte.shelman) eyes study her calculatingly. She was measured, careful even when it came to how she was perceived but when someone needed care she would play mother wolf instantly. Her eyes scan her warm and yet alarmed too.
“Forgive me, I did not want to insinuate you couldn’t handle yourself. Surely you have not done this to yourself?” she reasons. “Perhaps I should be weary now too for that to happen to me ?” she questions.
“Please let me bring you to a warmer spot and see to those wounds?” she again suggested, betraying more knowledge than most slaves would have gained in their life. “You look cold too.” she added as to give more than enough arguments to let her help her or bring her at least to a spot she was safe and sound.
[08:49] Xylara1111: “You’re quick with your words,” Xylara said, her tone low and guarded, though a hint of grudging respect colored her words. “Too quick for someone who’s supposed to be…” Her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted deliberately to the slave’s collar. The glint of metal caught the faint light, and Xylara’s expression shifted—subtle, but enough to betray a flicker of suspicion mingled with curiosity. Her gaze lingered on the collar for abeat too long, as if trying to decipher the story it told.
She paused, studying Synin as though trying to see past the surface. Finally, she exhaled, a soft but sharp sound, and added, “If you’re so set on helping, don’t make a fuss. Find me some cloth and clean water. That’s all I need. And don’t think I owe you anything for it.” Her tone softened slightly, though the edge of caution remained. “And be careful where your kindness takes you. Not everyone sees it as a virtue.” The warning hung in the air as she turned slightly, keeping her eyes on Synin, still [08:49] Xylara1111: unwilling to let her guard down entirely.
[08:55] Synin (karlotte.shelman) eyes grew large at the reply “Quick?” she answers puzzled. The look upon her collar, her attire was noted. The collar a new one – the one of her previous master was taken from her. The only thing that might tell that there was history is the two brands upon her thigh in which the one of the North newest.
“Clothes and clean water?” she asks. Her eyes falling upon the collar of the girl and reading the words upon it – at least if she was right from this far. “From what I see you are in no position to command.” she replied – her voice still kind – but sure of that she was still under her the scrutiny of others.
“Well my kindness has taken me to safety and warmth.” she replied. Not that long ago she had feared for her life and here she was fed, cared for and warm. “Perhaps you can give that a try and come with me. Such might surprise you when it comes to the returns.” she suggested still in fully conviction that when life gave you lemons you would make lemonade.
[09:00] Xylara1111: Xylara’s gaze flicked down momentarily, catching sight of the faint outline of brands on Synin’s thigh, her lips pressing into a thin, grim line. The sight of them made her stomach tighten, but she said nothing at first, her expression carefully neutral.
When Synin’s words reached her—calm, kind, yet with an undeniable edge of conviction—Xylara’s eyes narrowed, a mix of suspicion and frustration flashing across her face. She shifted her stance, one foot edging back as though preparing to bolt if the situation soured.
“You think you’re safe because you’re warm and fed?” Xylara asked, her tone sharp, though quieter than before. Her gaze darted around their surroundings, scanning for any potential ears listening in. “Safety isn’t a place or a feeling, girl. It’s something you take for yourself—and hold onto with bloodied hands if you have to.”
She glanced down at her collar briefly, her fingers brushing the worn leather, and her voice dropped lower, tinged with bitterness. “You
[09:00] Xylara1111: wouldn’t understand. Not with marks like those,” she added, nodding subtly toward Synin’s branded thigh. “You’ve been claimed twice over. Some men find their worth in that. I’m not one of them.”
Xylara hesitated, the weight of her decision clear in the silence that followed. Finally, she exhaled sharply, as if releasing a held breath. “Fine. Lead me to your ‘warmth and safety,’ if that’s what you’re so determined to do. But don’t think for a second it makes us friends, or that I trust you.”
[09:08] Synin (karlotte.shelman) was a push over. Too kind for her own good and yet knew the difficulty of life. In anything she hardly had it easy. Taken from Earth by the kurri, crashing in their ship near Laura, being owned by a cold and hardly loving assassin. She had her scratches but she was determined not to grow bitter. That emotion was one she might fear most.
“I wouldn’t understand?” she nodded “I am sure I would not.” she replied. “But you could try. I am Synin and you be?” She would reach out to take her hand.
“Safety is indeed nothing anyone can give or take from you. It is in here.”as she pointed to her head “It is always about a choice. And I have chosen to see the good in whatever cruelty this life might have for me.” It was true. Even in heartbreak, sorrow, pain, torture, she had maintained a level of grace. It was like her superpower.
“Follow me.” she said – it was up to the girl to take her hand or not. She would move nevertheless
[09:16] Xylara1111: Kitten followed Synin, her steps cautious and deliberate, as though every movement was weighed against the ghosts of her past. The name she’d given—the name others had forced on her—felt heavy on her tongue. Kitten. It wasn’t who she was, not truly. But who she had been felt so far away, so unreachable, that she wasn’t sure it mattered anymore. Once, she had been Xylara Ulinsdottir, daughter of Ulin, a name that carried weight in the frozen north. It had meant something to the people of Axe Fjord, to the land itself. But that life, that identity, felt as distant as the icy peaks she had fled. The woman who bore that name was gone, swallowed by fire and blood the day the raiders came. The day her home fell.
Now, she was Kitten, a name that carried no pride, no legacy—only survival. The scars on her body and the collar at her throat told the story of what she’d endured. Xylara was a name of strength, but it also carried responsibility. And the glacier, with its ancient prison and its stirring
[09:16] Xylara1111: wrath, called to that part of her—a part she wasn’t sure she could still be. Synin’s calm, hopeful voice broke through her thoughts. She talked about grace, about kindness, about choice, all with a conviction Xylara couldn’t understand. Her words were almost infuriating in their simplicity, their stubborn faith in something Kitten had long since lost. And yet, she followed.
“You talk about safety as if it’s something you can hold onto,” Xylara said, her voice low and edged with bitterness. “Something you choose, like a warm meal or a soft bed.” Her eyes darkened as she continued. “But you don’t know what it’s like to have everything ripped away. To lose your name, your home—everything that made you who you are. When that happens, there’s no time for grace. All that’s left is survival. Kitten, I’m called Kitten” she said at last, her tone cautious but firm. “But don’t mistake my following for trust. And don’t expect me to believe in your kindness. I’ve learned better than that.”
[09:23] Synin (karlotte.shelman) would move to the long hall. The only place in which she was certain there would be warmth. The words were as daggers to her heart. “No I do not know these things.” she replied. “I have not lost my home, my name or anything I ever cared for.” there was some level of sarcasm. “Since all of that is still here.” as she pointed to her head “Dreams of return, the memory of a loving mother. That never left me.” she would start to undress.
“Best get naked here, Kitten. I will have some water so you can clean yourself. I will even warm it so it might ease you down.” she sighed still convinced that she could show a different path. “There is a choice to become bitter. Has it offered you anything ? Did it give you shelter ? Has it returned what you lost ?” she challenged but in good nature.
“Kitten, well met.” she offered warm and truly with the intent to reassure the woman she did not mean wrong. “I know it sounds way easier than it is, but truly. I live by the day and see what happens. If I would have it as a gift I had it wrapped and given to you.” she smiles. She would wait for the girl to undress herself before she would venture further. Hearing the long hall empty for now.
[09:31] Xylara1111 froze at Synin’s words, her hands gripping the edges of her tattered tunic. Her eyes darted to the shadows of the empty hall, as though expecting figures to emerge from them. The command to undress stirred something deep and raw within her, memories of hands that had stripped away more than just her clothing. The bruises scattered across her pale skin and the faint scars etched into her body told their own story, one of torment and captivity. She hesitated, every movement weighed down by the ghosts of her past.
Slowly, she began to remove her tunic, the fabric slipping from her shoulders to reveal the marks left behind by those who had once claimed her. Her arms crossed over her chest, not from the cold but from shame and the instinct to protect herself. She stood rigid, her gaze fixed on the floor. “Men have taken everything from me,” she murmured, her voice low and brittle. “Their kindness always comes with chains.” The words carried the weight of someone who had seen too much and trusted too little.
Despite her wariness, the warmth of the fire and the strange gentleness in Synin’s tone held her in place. Kitten took a small, reluctant step forward, allowing the fire’s heat to thaw the chill in her bones. She glanced at Synin, her expression guarded but faintly curious, as though unsure what to make of this woman who spoke of kindness as though it were a strength. For now, she obeyed, though her trust remained distant, buried beneath the layers of a life stolen from her.
[09:36] Synin (karlotte.shelman) wasn’t stupid and knew that the woman had been traumatized. Yet she would not try to awake it. Not try to lure her to speak on matters that were still raw and rough. “Come let me get you to a spot where most men will not spot you instantly.” She suggested after hearing her of her ordeal. “Their kindness can come with a caress a compliment a tender gesture or a gift.” as her hand would reach to the leather braid she wore upon her head.
“But i know men can break, can take your life if they will lit.” she replied. “But thankfully they have not yet – or failed to do so.” as she would move though the warm long hall taking the kettle that had been above the fire. “Come I will fill a warm bath.” she suggests. “I have some slave gruel too.” she suggests surely there to share.
[09:40] Xylara1111: Kitten sank deeper into the bath, the warmth soothing her bruised and battered body. For a long moment, she said nothing, the silence broken only by the faint crackle of the fire and the soft splash of water. Finally, her voice cut through the quiet, low and hesitant, as though she were testing the air before revealing too much.
“I don’t remember what it feels like to trust someone,” she admitted, her gaze fixed on the surface of the water. Her fingers traced faint patterns in it, distracted but deliberate. “Kindness… it’s always been a trick. A game to lure you in before the knife falls.” She paused, her brow furrowing as if the memory stung. “But you don’t seem like the others.” Her eyes flicked up to Synin briefly, studying her. “Why are you like this? Why do you care?”
The question wasn’t accusing, but genuine—curious in a way that felt foreign to Kitten, as though she couldn’t quite understand what drove Synin to offer help without demand. It made her uneasy, but some part of her wanted
[09:46] Synin (karlotte.shelman) smiled contently when she moved into the bath that now reached a comfortable temperature. She would give her a little cloth and some soap for her to use. A keen eyes on the injuries, but to her judgment nothing lethal and nothing that wouldn’t heal without any attention.
“I have seen it consume people.” she answers truthful. “It ate people alive. They saw danger, darkness and were no longer able to see the light.” she recounts. “Ever since I decided not to go that route I have been rewarded with more than I ever could wish for.” she would take a seat upon the chair and brush her own hair.
“As to why I care ? If I do not care, why would I expect others to do for me? Where I come from … they speak of Karma. I think I believe that to be true.” she nodded even when she spoke these words.
[09:50] Xylara1111 worked slowly, the warmth of the water loosening the tension in her body as she used the cloth and soap Synin had provided. She scrubbed away the grime of her long journey, her bruised and scarred skin gradually emerging clean beneath the suds. Her movements were methodical, almost mechanical, her mind drifting somewhere far away. The heat of the bath soothed her aching muscles, but it couldn’t entirely erase the wariness etched into her very being.
Once she was done, Kitten rose from the tub, the air cool against her damp skin. She reached for the cloth Synin had left for drying, her motions quick but not hurried. She dried herself off silently, avoiding Synin’s gaze as she wrapped the fur around herself, its warmth a small comfort against the chill of the long hall. With the fur draped over her, she moved to a corner of the room, her steps light and quiet, as though she hoped to vanish into the shadows.
Curling onto the fur on the floor, Kitten pulled it tightly around her, hiding herself from view. Her body tucked into itself defensively, her back pressed to the wall as her eyes darted around the room one last time. Only when she was certain no one else was there did her breathing begin to slow. The fur enveloped her, its softness and warmth lulling her into a sense of fragile security. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Her eyes closed, and exhaustion finally claimed her as she disappeared into sleep, hidden within the folds of the fur like a wary animal retreating to its den.
Before I started Crow I played my slave character Karlotte. In time things happened in which it made me decide to have her shelved. After recent events in Crow I took a step back from him and dusted of this character. And it is one amazing story.
So in order to inspire others – I take you within this blog – in the story of Karlotte who is at this moment known as Synin.
Posted in Black Caste on December 18, 2024 by crow1971
[2024/12/18 10:52] Black Ost (daricmarano) shifted his eyes to the square again and those filing about. He exhaled, before he would incline his head in a cryptic way and shift to move off. Adjusting black tunic to his stocky frame before he adjusted his stance and moved around the corner.
[2024/12/18 10:53] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) fell in behind, her feline gait going even more quiet as she moves – it always did when serving those of the black.
[2024/12/18 10:56] Black Ost (daricmarano) peered left and right as he moved. “Tal Haru, how are you? It was good to see that herlit.” He supplied to her, his eyes softening a bit upon her, before he reached up and slid that helm from his head. Tucking it under one arm. “I was gone from the city for a few days. I take some time away to recharge. I should recommend the same thing to Crow.”
[2024/12/18 11:00] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would trail along behind Ost. They got to the beach, but not quite as far down as they would usually go, she noted. Not to the very spot where the order to report to him had been given. “I am well, Master,” she says, giving a slight tug of her camisk; not for modesty but to show it off. A gift from her master though she didn’t verbalise her words of it; girls. Always those silent messages, right?
“Karasu is well trained and is rewarded for it,” she says, referring to her little midget herlit. “He has saved me before from being stolen.” A nod of her head and she scans the beach again, ensuring they were still alone. “My Master …” she starts as he mentions the idea of a break. Haru would do anything for just some time alone with the man but he was busy. Very busy. “My Master would have me report to you of your charge. She has been using her connection to the caste to further her own intents. Claiming that she is owned by the caste and even suggesting or questioning the what ifs of a mistress being trained as a killer.”
She would pause a moment, watching the man for a reaction. “He wishes to know if you would deal with it, or if he will step in instead. Her tongue will be lost if so.” She still thought the lady was foolish for offering up her tongue so willingly but hey, not her problem.
[2024/12/18 11:06] Black Ost (daricmarano) adjusted that helm under his arm. Ost had always been an enigma. A different sort of killer. Not one Haru had ever seen angry. His eyes drifted to the thassa, he saw that little shift of that camisk. It was a nice camisk. He liked purple. He shifted, his head and nodded back to Haru. “After I received your missive. I spoke to the woman herself to see if she was culpable for her actions and would explain herself. She did. She told me everything you just stated. “I reminded her that her connection to the caste does not mean she is owned by the caste. She is a woman and women are not permitted to be trained as a killer.” There wasn’t frustration or anger in him in that moment. “I wish to speak to Crow on this matter.”
[2024/12/18 11:12] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was alert, keeping track of the beach as they spoke; back in her game as if the new camisk had triggered a switch in the girl and put all things right. What girl didn’t get all googly from new pretty things? The angst of before was gone though she could feel that she was being held to a different standard now in public; though much of that she was figuring slowly was because no, they were not in Kansas any more, Toto.”My Master,” she would say, turning to take note of his arrival. Alert. Near impossible to sneak up on now; just like the man in the mines who had tried. And failed.
The girl would step back, making room for her master’s approach even as she nodded her head to Ost’s feedback but having given her report and the man arriving as his name was spoken, she would default to her owner. An approach from her, a momentary brush of her hands against his thighs and under his cloak for them being alone but then putting that little measure of gap between per his recent preferences.
[2024/12/18 11:16] Crow (melchior.wardell) moved and just on time would move towards the beach. His eyes upon Ost as he dipped his head in a respectful manner.
He noted his girl and understood she relayed the message he had told her. As she pushed herself backwards. The touch was given a look but he did not comment upon it.
“Well here I am. So what is it you wished to relay., Killer.”
[2024/12/18 11:21] Black Ost (daricmarano) watched Haru step backwards and he tipped his head back to peer towards Crow. An incline of his head in a respectful manner. His eyes were clearer for his break away from the city; something he forced himself to take to come back with fresh eyes. “I received your message and the information you wished your girl to relay. I spoke with the lady, prior to this conversation. She is incorrect in her understanding and I want to relay to you, that free women called associate with our caste are tools. With a means to an end. Like physicians or suppliers, there is no debt owed to the caste and certainly will I not train such women to be killers. That is ludicrous. As Choko’s guardian, I will be the first to tell you…the woman needs a reality check. Only..” He would look back to Crow holding his gaze. “…since when do we let our anger speak for us? We are not violent men.”
[2024/12/18 11:24] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would enlarge the gap a little at the look from her master. Still close. Enough so that if he moved, she’d feel it before she would see it – but quick and simple to also move out of the way. Her old protocols were starting to kick in; the only thing missing was standing on his left as there were rocks in the way, her face falling into that placid, porcelain mask. Unreadable. Beautiful and demure seeming yet whatever emotions lay behind it were hidden. A gaze that kept tabs on everything around her; anything that moved or made a noise, staying alert that the masters could have privacy and yet ready to move at a single signal.
[2024/12/18 11:26] Crow (melchior.wardell) would regard Ost with a gaze that pierced through his eyes. After a casual glance over his shoulders “Are you Killer, going to lecture me on anger management and how to control it when I am faced by your ward that speaks from your connection as if she can do as she pleases ?” his voice eary calm, but there was something to it.
“This wasn’t a first time. This wasn’t a second time. This woman wants to be in my bed. Wants to be fucked like a slave. I smelled her with paga. I let her to you and your decisions. Did I not ?”
He would wave his hand “Consider yourself warned. I have not acted out of anger but out of controlling a situation in which she would no longer be of any use to you.”
[2024/12/18 11:32] Black Ost (daricmarano) shifted that helm under his arm, just holding it. His body otherwise relaxed. “I am not lecturing you killer. How she speaks away from me, is unknown to me until I am told of it. As you are telling me now. I do not need a warning for it. I am just cautioning you from one brother to another.” He supplied with an incline of his head. He spoke in certainties, an ease of expression. “I have seen what you speak of in her. I have let her fail all on her own without harming her. Her downfall will be her own design.” He shifted his stance, adjusting to square his hips. “We are discussing this, not arguing it. The lady has failings we both agree on that. Why give her what she wants? If she wants to be in your bed, I will resign her punishment to you as the aggrieved party.”
[2024/12/18 11:34] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) listens, a slight shudder running down her spine. She knew Choko had offered up her tongue to Crow’s words – a foolish move if anyone were to ask Haru; almost as if the lady wanted to accelerate things in that regard. She’d been given a safety buffer for her life and yet wanted to throw it away then and there.
She says nothing, though. The girl was simply acting as the eyes in the back of the men’s head. Allowing them to focus without concern of snoops or eavesdroppers.
[2024/12/18 11:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns “You caution me for what ? Surely you do so because there is a concern for me to act out of it. I doubt you would do so otherwise.” he replied to the point. “So forgive me for seeing your intent any different than it was meant for.” he added.
His pose calm – his voice even – Still Crow was not one that would be scolded like a fresh man in to the caste. “She is your ward. You took her in. I doubt you knew much about her. But she is your problem. So my message was one of warning. Since I am quite sure you can’t be everywhere. If she already failed you, one might wonder why she is still out there let lose ? Are you not fearful for a blemished reputation. One you so much fought for ?” he asks
“This isn’t about her. I could care less. Which I told her before she so foolishly spoke of being of the caste. I warned her than. Even after I warned her days prior when she did so too. It is up to you how valuable she is too you. To me she is nothing. Of no value. But since I did not have the coin she has her life. And perhaps that is worth something to you.”
[2024/12/18 11:49] Black Ost (daricmarano) did not sway his gaze from Crow. He held enough respect between them to meet his eyes. “I caution you because our caste is in ruin, it is in ruin because we have forgotten where we came from. Where we started. It is weak to be cruel, it takes strength to be humble. You are a killer same as me. We endured the training, we endured the hardship and we still do. I refuse to be a bully and if you take offense to those words I am apologetic.” He said lifting his hand to his shoulder and chest. “I am not fearful of blemish upon my reputation. My actions speak for themselves, how others in my orbit act is not a reflection upon me or this caste. It is a reflection upon themselves. Same for any member of our caste.” He supplied peering back in his direction with his focus. “The woman grows my coffers, but can be detached from any association. You were offended by her inquiry. Her punishment is yours.”
[2024/12/18 11:52] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would make a motion for the men to alert them to the approaching man – though the man thankfully passed before anything further could be spoken. Still, her eyes tracked the man. She had noted an increase in northerners in the city since her arrival; that had her concerned. Going to the north at her master’s beckoning was one thing – being taken there by force was completely something else and that always got her nervous when she saw so many. Haru had trust issues when it came to strangers and probably rightly so.
Her head moves, still tracking, still keeping eyes open – but also playing ping-pong between the men as words go back and forth; as they seem to negotiate and banter on whose responsibility Choko’s punishment would be. She was glad it wasn’t her own tongue on the chopping block – even if she had learned skills to communicate when gagged, losing the ability to taste food would have had its own effects.
[2024/12/18 11:59] Crow (melchior.wardell) shook his head “Forgive me if I read more into your words than you intended to relay? Do you think I am a bully? I am no longer humble?” the question sincere and out there to see if there was perhaps time on some self reflection. Crow did never walk or run from those. “Unfortunately I wish you were right that your actions would only be the ones that matter. You must trust me from my past experience such is not always the case. Even in association we are judged.”
He would regard his slave for a moment before his attention returned to Ost. “If she brings you coin. If you see that she is more valuable than the pain she might cause. That is your decision to make.I am not the master of this court.” he waved his hand “The punishment spoken and her offer for to cut her tongue – wasn’t executed because I did not have any intent to harm her in a way that wouldn’t be able to be rectified. She is yours to do as you please. I have no interest in it. I just wished you warned. And as you seem to think I only acted because I might enjoy to pester women … Than I want to learn that now.”
[2024/12/18 12:05] Black Ost (daricmarano) had noticed those folks passing, as such he waited to speak until they passed. He stepped closer, but it was not in a threatening way it was in an honest more open way. “Crow, one of your first actions upon meeting someone seeking our caste typically is to punch them in the face. To test and judge their reaction if they have the temperament to be a killer. We expect them not to cower, but to take the punch and stand back up on their own two feet without allowing fury to overwhelm them. If I were to swing on you right now how would you act? Honestly.” He supplied with a cant of his head.
[2024/12/18 12:07] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was listening and for all the non-threat of Ost’s motions, she would take two small steps back. Space for her master to move. Her mind was wandering back to Ost’s earlier words; where he had been the last few days and the suggestion that had followed. That would be a dream, would it not? Just a few days.
[2024/12/18 12:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) would watch how the killer came close and although he didn’t cower there was this flicker in the eyes of Crow that must have warned him. When the man spoke to him. He knew the man to be right.
As Ost asked his response, Crow would think his reply would be as honest as the intent of his question. All of a sudden it dawned upon him. “I would slice your throat if you did not stop me from doing so.” his words painfully honest. If Crow was ever afraid of what would happen – it was now – in this moment.
He regarded Ost defeated as he lowered his head. His mind racing while his heart danced in his chest. How he wished to say he would be as those lads, but he would fail his caste if Ost ever had done so.
[2024/12/18 12:18] Black Ost (daricmarano) would take a step back, as any sensible man would when the threat of a slit throat was laid before him. “We all lose sight of the picture. When we are inside the frame. I do not judge you. I judge myself for pushing you to join me here after the fall of the Lodge, I think you need a break..” He did not reach for him as some men might embrace. He only inclined his head respectfully.
[2024/12/18 12:26] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was listening. Her gaze moves from man to man. Ost had said the same earlier and Haru had pictured it vividly. Him. Her. Some beach alone with noone else to bother them. A chance for her to spoil him. Help him relax and take care of things while he did what he needed to do. A time for them to reconnect.
She doesn’t speak, though.
[2024/12/18 12:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look up to him “You do not have to fear me. To realize I would have done so is enough to have me cautioned.” he stated.
He would look to his slave and back to Ost. “I indeed need to step away from any caste business.” he replied. “I will consider what to do.”
He would look to his girl “Please find Erebus. See that you train Nova. I will be there to come and collect you for whatever comes next.”
With that he would leave.
[2024/12/18 12:29] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would watch as her master walked off, the girl crumbling inside a little. “Hai…” she would say. Her gaze moved to Ost and she would frown some. “It seems I am to travel to Argentum then.”
[2024/12/18 12:30] Black Ost (daricmarano) watched him walk away. His eyes distant, before he peered back to Haru. “I expect you to help him as you can, girl. You may come to me and this court if you need refuge yourself. I will protect you as if I were your own master.” He said, as he shifted to slide that helm over his head. Adjusting it. “Do as your master wishes.”
[2024/12/18 12:32] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would sigh and shake her head. “Thank you, Master,” she says. “It seems I have orders to follow, though.” She would start to move back to the court. “Please pass my wishes to your girls and I will cook with Ash upon my return. If I return.” Those words hung there. She was clearly uncertain but she did not wait for more.
[2024/12/18 12:33] Black Ost (daricmarano) nodded his head to the girl, watching that other woman walk down the beach. He wouldn’t entertain it. “Yes, girl. You needn’t thank me.” A gesture for her to find Erebus to complete her task.
Crows Murder 