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To become a Volva – The claim of Belle

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.
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[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
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[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

Official a Stromberg

Posted in Niamh on January 18, 2025 by crow1971

[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.

The end of a name

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.