[05:51] Beth Charmann looked at him and tilted her head slowly “all girls should on entry to a Hall , Master”
[05:51] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) He himself had not spent much time in the north.. “I am aware that some do and some dont, from what i have seen at least.. so just so we are clear.. you are telling me that you are offering to take me to the hall, to undress.. and show me yourself naked”
[05:52] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would check up on a few things when she held pause hearing part of a conversation. One hand on her belly, as if to protect and hold it. She would perk a brow at the words slightly amused.
[05:52] Beth Charmann chuckled lightly once more “Master, welcome to the North where the girls disrobe on entry to the Great Hall and serve food and drinks to the Free”
[05:56] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) Pursed his lips a touch and stopped in thought. He processed her words “Well, glory be to the north.. I think I see why the men of the north march into battle so boldly if they are exposed to such beauty constantly.. he noted that there was a woman nearby in a blue dress.. he nodded his head to her also “Tal lady” he said.. before he glanced down to the girl once more.. “Hobby.. I think I should like you to lead me to the hall and fetch me a drink” he said
[05:56] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) stifled a chuckle. She could remember her first steps into the North. Something that now felt like a lifetime ago. In a way it was of course. She didn’t want to be perceived as rude so she would greet casual but not in a way to interfere. “Tal Sir and bond.” She would tip her head to the bond “She is right … and often bonds are perceived quite the handful.”she added in humor giving the bond a wink if she was looking in her direction.
[06:01] Beth Charmann did not see herself as a bond, after all she was not there though her own choices yet she had taken that much shit this last hand she was revisiting her next avenue of what to do, right now she was behaving as he was telling her she should-brownie points she was hoping for, or maybe she was working up to pushing the buttons she knew would cause him even more annoyance, only time would tell as she worked out which way to go. Hearing a soft voice behind her she turned her head a touch and gave the woman with dark hair a smile “Greetings Mistress” her tone sugary sweet and couldn’t be faulted as she appeared to be a perfect type of slave turning her head back slowly to the man she chuckled lightly once more “of course Master, the great Hall is just behind you”, turning to the woman once more she lifted her slender finger “are you also joining the Master Mistress?”
[06:04] ÐĿ5ŦⓄЯŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (gunnarbrynar) shouts: “MINE… where is my breakfast, I sent you out to get me fed not to have you slack jawing with randoms” he said with a snarl to his face.. he was hangry clearly and not in the best mood, he was however at least happy she had not fled
[06:05] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) Flinched and jumped some at the bellow of the mans voice.. he almost ducked a touch too.. turning himself toward him.. this must be her owner.. he turned back toward her a second .. “Yours” he muttered
[06:06] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) remembered when the bond turned who and more importantly what she was. A shadow over her face was perhaps given. The joke perhaps not as fitting or was it ? As the question came she would be all smiles again. “I was heading that way.” she replied matter of factly. Her attention quickly to the butcher and him being naked. Now she had seen her share of naked men but was taken aback by it here so in the open. She couldn’t help but to look to his manhood. Perhaps out of habit ? “Greetings.” she offered eventually when her eyes would be on his face again. She would step closer – not the type to scream or shout.
[06:10] Beth Charmann caught sight of him before she heard him – he was that sort of guy, the man mountain himself clearly was not a happy man – but then again when was he?! Seeing him stood in his birthday suit with extras she lifted her hand as if to say -taadaaaa I found it-, as she gestured to the small stall of meaty goods “ahh my Jarl, what a lovely ray of light and sound you are this fine ahn, I have located the stall that you sent me to look upon but then these delightful pair, the Master and Mistress held me up slightly as I was helping them with my knowledge of the North” her face full of smiles and somewhat smug that he was out looking for her and she was up being perfectly perfect doing perfectly perfect things , clearly not what he had expected , to add fuel to the fire she added what the Master had said previously “My Jarl, this Master here, Master Rocco told me that I was to inform you that your name should be Rollo the lucky and that you only need to disclose a price and he would gladly pay it”
[06:15] ÐĿ5ŦⓄЯŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (gunnarbrynar) The Butcher was not a man to do measures in most things, be that in what he ate, drunk fucked and he was not one to abide much in way of convention, for him he was hungry, he was naked. to be fair they are lucky that he at the very least tossed a fur coat on to prevent them seeing his arsehole.. he growled lowly toward the bond.. “I told you to fetch me Sausages, and yet here you are pissing around in the open, do you seek to feel more lashes” he said to the girl, the woman in blue moved into view and greeted him, he had to engage the other side of his brain a moment to engage pleasantries .. “Aye Greets to you woman” as he spat to the floor and wiped away any remaining spittal from his facial hair.. “Rollo the fucking lucky.. Rollo the fucking hungry is more like it.. Get your slit to that hall and cook me some links useless beast before I take my strap to you again” he looked over the man who had said such words.. he walked a few closer.. “Is that so, you have no idea what I have had to endure for that splitarse” he said as he looked over the man a touch “Who be you then” he asked
[06:21] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) Winced a touch and kept his ground as the man moved toward him, he was clearly uncouth and he had heard of men like him in the north often though he had rarely seen it with his own eyes, most of them were far more polite and seemingly filled with honor, “I am Rocco Auditore, I am a salt miner by trade” he moved to extend his hand outward to shake the grubby mans if he would allow it.. “Your girl there, I have rarely seen one with her looks, you are blessed and yes despite me not being a wealthy man, if she were for sale id surely work out a deal with you” he stated as he stood there trying to keep himself in order, he was not a warrior and this man was fairly horrific
[06:21] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) couldn’t help it. She enjoyed the reply of the girl. Not because she hoped she would be beaten or reprimanded but simply because she was witty and funny. The fact she was amused was not disguised. It was there on her face. A smile and eyes filled with that shine of amusement. She would keep a keen eye upon the butcher trying to guess if she could read what he would do next. The other man not yet familiar but would be studied to – but of course more casual. Surely not when there was a man naked. Not that she showed desire or a more sensual interest. It was more of a science kind of gaze. When the man spoke of food she suddenly remembered “Oh we have guests from Hellevegen. They are traveling to the fair … I believe something is on the ready if you wish something fast.” she tried to think what it was but had forgotten. But knew it only needed to be warmed. As she was trying to be helpful in a way her eyes would move from the butcher to the bond / woman. Surely when she hears that the man desired her sale.
[06:25] Beth Charmann wanted to smirk yet she held it, he was already annoyed and that would do for now, she would drop some more later to keep him wound up tight, this was almost becoming rather fun to be perfect in other peoples eyes yet not his own as he grew irritated by her actions – on being a good slave – a slave that he had forced her into being. Hearing him ask for sausages she gave him the brightest of smiles and her tone oozed sweetness as she fluttered her long dark lashes -mainly because she was well out of arms reach and it was safer to be that far as she did. “absolutely my Jarl, I was headed right there before you came around that corner to serve these delightful Free at the same time, I recall yesterday the Mistress spoke about breakfast being warmed though so you should not have to wait very long at all to get your lips around some thick , juicy meaty goods, .. shall we.. just there behind you my Jarl” pointing out the direction of the Hall in case his eyes were not yet awake and he could not see it – ever the helpful and all that.
[06:27] ÐĿ5ŦⓄЯŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (gunnarbrynar) Hoched and cleared his nose some and spat to the floor beside the man.. leaving a reasonable puddle of snot which had some blood in it also for good measure, he looked down to the hand the man extended, he could almost feel the intimidation seeping from his pores.. “Rocco, the miner, Rocco the Rock basher eh” he chuckled some then hearing the woman address him he raised his hand to her as if to say “Shush woman” .. “I want links, I have asked for what I wanted and my beast will fetch it or I shall make some out of her hefty tits” he said.. he gaze moved to his beast a second “I want them brought to the hut, if I want to head to the hall I will.. I dont need you to tell me that” he said in grumpy fashion, he looked back to Rocco looking into his very soul through the optical window that was… “If I seek to sell her, then I might well let you know.. but you would need the gold of a salt trader and not the backache of a salt miner to afford her” he stated that as even though she was just girl, another slit in the pack the strife he had been through to get her was one that carried a heavy price indeed
[06:32] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) Exhaled some as the spat hit the deck he winced and his nose scrunched up as if to show his plain disgust. He was going to further th conversation but it was clear that this mans mind was not on business of flesh but on other elements at this time and he thought it would be smarter to try again on that topic later.. “You girl here serves in the hall, naked.. is that correct.” he asked him to clarify..
[06:33] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) kept the amusement all the while the bond / woman spoke. Perhaps there was this edge of remembering the unreasonable desires of men. Their dreadful moods and fickle minds. She remembered them well and although she was seemingly demure in her mind she could pin them with needles and flick them in all kind of positions. So when he shushed her an extra pin was given just there were it hurts.
“Quite the mood .. indeed.” she replied to the bond as she would move forward. “And the welcome.” as she gave a look to Rocco in hope he would not consider the butcher the average citizen of this village. Sure they had a few of these too .. but some more reasonable and less messy too.
When Rocco spoke she shook her head “Wrong question … for this time … ” she stated – perhaps more to herself.
[06:34] Beth Charmann listened to him and moved from one foot to the other, her small from shifting its weight allowing her ample heavy breasts to jiggle some in the confines of the material he had afford her to have, her lashes still smarted and stung mostly because he had not treated them or had them seen to , then there was the fact that his heavy handed man paws continued to whack into them over and over keeping them raw, still she smiled on and refused to allow him see that she was in pain , it was far more enjoyable to anger him through her perfect ways she had discovered. “sausage links for breakfast in the hut, yes my Jarl of course, that is your prerogative of course, am I allowed to serve the Mistress and Master or would you rather they starve?” of course they would not stave but it added a little drama and theatrics for good measure, then she heard Rocco and bit the insides of her cheek as she was amazed the Master was shocked that girls got naked around here.
[06:43] ÐĿ5ŦⓄЯŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (gunnarbrynar) Sneered at the general snipey comments that came from womenfolk, if this was his lands and women spoke to him as such he would make sure that they would have a throat full of cock and a bellyfull of cum before the collar was snapped in place.. he chose to not overly indulge her as he had no idea who she was.. he looked to the man before him once more “My bond shall serve as the gods wish them to, the old way.. the right way.. you are seemingly so insistent that you want her.. bold but you dont know how she can be, she is more than just dutiful she can be a royal pain in the arse” he said hearing his bond make comment .. “Yes beast you are right on that.. and where are my manners.. Rocco, come lad.. have you eaten, come to the hut that I have been allocated for time being you can eat with me and we can discuss what you can affort and see if a deal can be struck” he said more to make her think that he was open to selling her and her sarcastic comments… “Cant have you starve now can we” he looked to the lady in blue, “Aye I am sure there is quite the feast to the hall, I shall spare that for another time”
[06:45] ŦΔIИŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (tarl0the0larl) Looked to the woman and then to the bond and then back to Rollo.. it was quite the sea change from flobbing on his feet near enough to inviting him to eat.. he looked to the bond once more.. as if to say.. “is this normal” he did not look away from the Butcher long though for fear that he might change his tune once more and do something erratic
[06:46] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) picked up the words of the bond / woman and couldn’t help but to pause in her step and gaze her way. The woman was sassy, funny but perhaps a little to bold too? She wouldn’t have dared of that she was certain. Although one could wonder how far she would have gone if someone she cared for was in jeopardy. Thankfully she hadn’t ever been tested and it would remain a guess.
In the entire scene she would not correct the words given to the butcher. Him being this sloppy and the fact he shushed her not getting him in her good graces. But she doubted it would matter much to him.
When he invited the man to his private home she frowns. Something didn’t sit well with her as the change in demeanor was to sudden. But again she knew better than to make a comment. Men and their actions would have their own consequences.
“I wish you all well.” she stated and headed off further now but still keeping herself within hearing range and vision.
[06:50] Beth Charmann exhaled as the Butcher was clearly mental, he was deranged at the best of times, maybe Bipolar who knew, what she did know though was when to not go too far, she had ran from him as his Jarlswoman as he was out of control, mental was the understatement at that time when she did it, yet now she was paying for it by this gorgeous iron band around her pretty neck, hearing him invite the Master to the hut she heard her internal voice say -ut oh- but that was for them to hash out for they were men and all that, this one was nothing to do with her really – she was just a piece of bond flesh after all. smiling up at him she lifted her hand and gestured after the woman who was quick to scarper “I shall go and see to the breakfast of the Gods and bring it right over my Jarl” taking her leave there and then towards the Hall before he stopped her
[06:53] ÐĿ5ŦⓄЯŦΞÐ – ЯΞΔĿIŦϤ (gunnarbrynar) looked over the man once more.. “I tell you what lad, do me a favor head into the hall and make sure that my girl comes back with my Sausages.. she will lead you to the hut, grab us some mead to sink also, that will improve my mood” he said as he prepared to turn back to heat to the hut.. he slapped to the mans upper arm as he waddled off with his cock swinging and clanging thigh to thigh
[12:08] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) smiled seeing the bonds have a casual conversation. She herself just having been on a walk to collect some mushrooms. It was a theme here in these lands. “Greetings girls.” she offered. “I am well … but … I was about to well.” she would look underneath her cloth of her basket and some mirth shone from her eyes. “I think I collected some special mushrooms and .. well … can you both keep a secret?”
[12:09] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” Oh yes i can MIstress!” she would look at the basket wondering if pastries were in the basket as she rubbed her belly an giggled .
[12:09] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) l can keep a secret Mistress .. we has something like that on earth .. special Mushrooms ..
[12:12] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) chuckled “Well some hands ago a Rune Priest offered some of us some mushrooms. They can give you a sense of being on top of the world My mate even giggled I am told.” she shared. As she cuts a glance over her shoulder as he was at the dock “Now … I know that it is often a matter of the right quantity and quality and as the Rune Priest is no longer here .. I was wondering if you would be inclined to try ?” she asks both girls. “They are harmless when it comes to health .. but they might have a different effect upon the ones that take them.” she shared.
[12:14] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” oh ? whats special of them ” now she was curious and listened carefully her eyes shimmered as she loved the unknown as she glanced toward the beautiful Mistress a laugh played out as she looked … ” Why not my Jarl wont be awake a while ! it be fun to try new goodies Mistress “
[12:15] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) beamed excitedly … oh l would love to try some Mistress.. my Jarl wont mind at all … l wont tell him ..
[12:17] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) chuckles “Well I wouldn’t dare to give them if they were poisonous. But the effect might vary by day, by person.” she shared truthful. “I want to see how safe it is to perhaps have them in like a cake when there is a feast. Some … well you know some of the women can be dreadful … Can you both imagine the fun they might have ?”
[12:17] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): hahaha i see many instances happening ….. )
[12:19] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) chuckles as she would approach after both girls to agree in this experiment. “Let us first try a small piece first. We can always take more.” she would lift the cloth and take a mushroom “Who dares to go first?” she asks.
[12:20] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): looked to the Mistress ” Oh why not Mistress ” she raised her hand she wiggled her brows with an impish grin
[12:20] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) grinned as she watched maebh
[12:21] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would offer Caspia the first one. She had cleaned them and offered a small one to her. “They do not taste all to bad.” she stated – having tasted them herself but now she was pregnant and didn’t dare. [12:21] zCS PreciousLove Sabra rolled 47 (100).
[12:24] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) she took the mushroom and placed it in her mouth the dry texture she gobbled it down and swallowed . ” well not the worst tasting “
[12:25] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) how long will it take for the affects to happen Mistress ?
[12:26] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks to Fleur “They are quite instant. When you swallow they will be quickly within your blood system. The effect runs out quickly too. But again that might vary by person and such. It is an experiment. I as I am not able to ask the Rune Priest for guidance.”
[12:27] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) nodded ,.,.. Yes Mistress … then dipping small fingers into the wee basket and pulling out one … they always remind me of slugs .. these things do ..
[12:28] zCS Fleur Nightingale rolled 33 (100).
[12:28] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): looks at my naff one ,,.and pops it into my mouth …
[12:31] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks from one to the other clearly observing how the mushroom would effect them. “And ?” she asks clearly impatient to learn what might come from them.
[12:31] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) blimey my head feels a bit fuzzy …
[12:32] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): lm a lightweight with anything
[12:32] zCS Fleur Nightingale rolled 40 (100).
[12:32] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) she looked over to fleur as she began to feel funny she smeared her hand on her face as she looked an said “oooooh there are flowers everywhere fleur! ” she stuck her hand out an plucked an imaginary flower from fleurs top
[12:33] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): ohhh thats booootifullllll that flower
[12:34] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) watched and looked from one to the other. Seeing Caspia and Fleur quite quickly move to what seemed to be an imaginary state. “Oh .. this is going quickly.” she observed.
[12:34] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): watching it as it floated in mid air all by itself
[12:34] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) she reached down pulling up grass thinking it was flowers and weaved the gras an sat it on her head
[12:35] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): ohh l feels like fairy !!!
[12:36] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): firess .. the flames !!! … making little tiptoes over to them, smiling at how pretty they are
[12:37] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) had not expected the effect to be this quickly. All of a sudden she was worried. Surely when both girls seemed to see things that weren’t there. She looked over both shoulders not wanting to get into trouble by feeding them something that might complicate their lives.
[12:37] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” FLOWER Power away!” she goobered a laugh an then plucked a flower from her head an said oh the beautiful leaves ! passing some to fleur ” Oh now we shall be epicc Bonds!” she looked to the Mistress and said ” Oh i do think these shall be a nice change ” as she ran a hand down her camisk it felt wierd to her then looked at her boots … following fleur i think i have verr on my feet !
[12:38] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): MISTRESSS!!!! flying flowers .. you has flying flowers .. bending over and smiling at Maebh … flying flowers !!!!!!!
[12:39] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) hushes them “Shhhhh!! We do not want to alarm anyone.” she stated. “But yes ..” she started to fidget with her dress “Flowers.” she of course saw no such thing but didn’t want to get them too loud on whatever they were seeing.
[12:40] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): ohhh these are soo lovely … reaching up and feelong the pretty flowers in my hair … you looks so pretty Maebha .. thats such a pretty little fairy on you head ..
[12:41] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) looks at the stones ” Hello is the gods in there?” she talked to the stone a moment an slipped off her boots of verr an set them near the stone staggering alittle she said ” I think these be yours!” looking to fleur then to the Mistress ” They dont speak odd as i expected them to say something bring me lunch or well they can have the verr i cannot step on them
[12:42] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) HELLLLLOOOOOOO GODS .. are you in there … copying Maebh as she gave the stone a bit of a kick ……
[12:43] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was glad they were not under supervision or under the scrutiny of the men of the village. Surely when the girl spoke of Gods and stuff these things could get ugly “Speak odd?” she asks not understanding. She would move closer to them. “Please ..” she pleaded “do not harm yourself … I do not want to .. you must be … ” she started to panic afraid that she would feel the repercussions of her experiment.
[12:43] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” Oh becareful i see their bits in that weeeee hole of shimmering light “
[12:43] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale) OHHHHHHHH yes ,… blimey .. the GODS HAS bits
[12:44] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): awww they changing color
[12:45] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) smears a hand on the stone ” Mistress do you see the Gods in their!” id like to think the verr a sacrifit lunch an i shall call them bogart she then looked in the changing lights as she staggered again …
[12:45] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was pleased to see that the girls remained here and not ventured to places she could not go or contain their behavior. Or well so she thought. As Fleur spoke of changing color she frowns trying to see what she was seeing.
[12:46] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): oh l could stand here for days Mistress … they is talking to me now ..the gods is communicating with me
[12:47] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) frowns “do they ?” she asks. “What are they telling you ?” she asks as she kept looking about as in hope none would observe the scene. Surely these mushrooms were stronger than anticipated.
[12:49] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): The Gods is speaking, they is saying we is free and my jarl did lie about there not being chickens ..l must follow the words of the gods
[12:50] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” well are they saying they take the verr ” she looked to fleur her face was crumpled as she laid an ear to the stone a moment ” OH i hear something ” an belched loudly ” Oh by the gods what was that a storm in the belly !” she laughed as she looked down .. her boots became a verr “she looked wildly ” He lied about chickens! ” she looked to the verr at her foot confused .. Bogart!!! you i knew you were alive! i could hear the small bass at my feet “
[12:51] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) swallowed as she heard the girl speak of freedom “Oh no … That is the effect girl … it isn’t true …” she held back on the chicken thing. Surely the girl had a point. Chickens did exist not on Gor but on Earth where she came from. “I hope they tell you to follow the way home ?” she suggested. When the other called Bogart she frowns not seeing what she was seeing made things very complicated.
[12:53] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” perhaps its my spirit guide!” she looked to the Mistress he is a sacred verr this Bogart , Mistress he shall lead the way !”
[12:55] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): my little ferret s
[12:56] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) nodded spirit guide was better than THE gods she reckoned “Lead the way ?” she asks. Of course the small verr at the girls feet was invisible to her. Just as the small critter at the feet of Fleur. “Where would it guide you too ?” she asks as she turned to ensure none was here to observe the scene.
[12:56] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): they are gift from the Gods
[12:56] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we must follow them
[12:57] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” OHHH i think i see him he matches your boots ! perhaps your boots were the ferret too she pressed into the stone ” Gods did you give us this ?” she belched again she turned to the Mistress her face was smeared in a grin as she said ” Oh MIstress you behold the brilliant colors of the aurora ” she looked to fleur ” I agree! ” an began to walk drunken toward the back of the hall .
[12:58] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): OHHH i feel the energy flooding me .. l feel like l want to run around free …
[12:58] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we has to follow
[12:58] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) noted one of the girls walk away and she was rushing after her trying to keep them from doing crazy things. “Ho ! Stop.”
[13:00] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was worried “Where did Fleur go ?” she asks – her heart racing. She was about to panic when she suddenly noted the girl too. She saw them both stumble as if they were drunk. “Oh no … Girls … Please … “
[13:00] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): a moment of clarity as she looked to the Mistress ” You need to be careful! those babies will not understand the Verr ,yet” she spoke an walked near the rence pond but was to scared to go near the water .
[13:00] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): l must set sails
[13:00] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” Bogart an ferret lead us to destiny , or food i like food “
[13:01] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): Hello !! [13:02] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): this tree has googly eyes
[13:02] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): stops to hug a tree ” hello dear frand you are large do you see the way” she looked to her imaginary guide hu” Hush a moment the tree needs me ” hugging around the tree ” oh perhaps its hungry”
[13:02] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): this trees is loves meee
[13:02] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) followed “Come girls … let us not .. ” she suggested and tried to reason with them. This was of course something she wouldn’t ever do again … but oh my it was funny as hell too. She had to admit this was hilarious if one would not feel some way of being responsible. “Yes all love, girls !” she suggested hoping they would stay safe.
[13:03] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we needs to not gives up
[13:03] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” Oh you are a good tree in your magnificant form ! ill make sure you get watered!
[13:03] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): tree of the GODS .. we love you
[13:04] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” We truly do! only love exists in their mmhmm “ [13:04] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we is the tree huggers for the GODS [13:04] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we loves you tree
[13:05] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): oh you look bwutiful fleur ! ” she fell on her rear and laughed .. ” I shall love the lands so they will grow!”
[13:05] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): lm gonna submits to the tree
[13:05] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) snickered. This was hilarious and it was hard to contain her laughter. “Oh dear … yes the tree and the Gods.” she nodded sagely as if to ensure the girls would remain here and not venture further. “Yes … true. too.” she suggested. Looking over her shoulder to see none would observe this scene and blame her – she was the only sane one now – or was she ?
[13:05] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): l loveeeeeeeeeeee you tresssssssssssssss
[13:06] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) noted Ray and stifled her grin immediately. “Erm ..”
[13:06] Ray Caldwell: tal lady, have those two been drinking??
[13:07] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks to Ray … “Erm … no … I am .. ” she tried to think of something to say that would not have her in trouble. “It is a little experiment, Sir.”
[13:07] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) she looked at the man who magicly appeared like stardust ” OOOOOH their is a MAN!!!” she shouted ” T.t. er Gretal Jarl !” do you see the tree of Love!” oh it is wonderful!
[13:07] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): ohhhh the bright man approaches ….
[13:08] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): oh this is the tree of the GODS
[13:08] Ray Caldwell: an expe… it certainly is entertaining… will they be back to normal?
[13:08] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): we needs to save alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll the treesssss
[13:08] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra) lands over bogart an simply slurs ” oh i feel alittle funny she laughed an then said ” Bogart man the gates! we must protect the village and the TREE of the Gods!”
[13:09] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” All of them fleur!” she looked to her ” All must feel the love !”
[13:09] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks to Ray. The effects on the girls were clearly not anticipated “Well it should … not be lasting long.” she answers him “But …” she was clearly afraid and in panic “They were given very little … it shouldn’t be so out of hand.”
[13:09] Ray Caldwell: who’s at the gate where now? is he here to cut the tree down?
[13:10] ღ Fleur ღ (fleur.nightingale): some one come to cut the trees down
[13:10] Caspia (preciouslove.sabra): ” The Trees are our Gods an they need us!!! who will water them an hug them !”
[13:11] Ray Caldwell: at least they didn’t end up naked this time, or not yet. and yes, men cut trees, that’s a given
[13:11] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks apologetic “I erm … I am sorry .. Sir .. I have supervised so they wouldn’t fall into anything that might harm them. And the mushrooms are not poisonous.” she explained “Perhaps you wish to try too ?”
[13:11] Ray Caldwell: mushrooms? isn’t that like … veggies?
[13:12] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) shrugged “that is all about perspective … some say veggies other say protein.”
[13:12] Ray Caldwell: what was that about a man at the gates? i couldn’t make much sense of that
[13:13] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks back “I have no idea either, Sir. I think they see things that aren’t truly there I mean they speak of chickens.”
[13:14] Ray Caldwell shakes his head: i knew it’d be trouble to take a girl from that city of earth… never been there myself, but they’re weird
[13:15] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) listens and would simply nod. The story to complex to share with the man, but grateful he wasn’t angry or all to worried. “Always, Sir ?” she asks. Of course she had been most of her life in Gor but still … his words did sting a bit.
[13:17] Ray Caldwell: well, i mean, look at her, her behavior. i hope she wasn’t too much trouble
[13:18] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was clearly not expecting this. She had expected to being scolded, warned or perhaps even threatened. “No no … I mean … I just … ” she looked into her basket “I just wanted to see if I could lift their spirit … but the effect of the mushrooms is far more than I anticipated. I am so sorry, Sir.”
[13:19] Ray Caldwell: ahh… now i see. it’s like when they drink more mead than … uhm … me, right? like edibale mead?
[13:21] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) nodded “yes similar but without the issues of having a bad morning or a hammered head.” she reasons. “They are truly normally mild. Not sure what got into these girls to have this effect upon them.” she smiled now … She finally dared. “It was hilarious to see them speak and pick imaginary flowers. Or speak of gods that would free them and lead their way.”
[13:23] Ray Caldwell: that part got me worried a bit, but i’ll stick her head under water for a couple of voskdeltathassas, that should get her fixed up, i think
[13:24] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looked about “Oh my … where are they ?” she asks again alarmed “Sir … we need to find them … they might not over see all the dangers these lands might have in store for them.” her eyes shot fire to him. clearly not when she might be responsible for it.
[13:25] Ray Caldwell shakes his head: that one is in for some serious … education, i best go find them and tie them up or something
[13:26] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) nodded “Do you wish me to help ?”she asks feeling that she should atleast offer her assistance she had been the cause of it.
[13:26] Ray Caldwell: if i only knew what way they went… [13:26] Ray Caldwell: how about you look north, i look west?
[13:26] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) sighed “Well they went that way !” she pointed to the dock.
[13:26] Ray Caldwell: oh, then north it is
[13:27] Ray Caldwell checks the well first: nope
[13:28] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) walked to the overlook and shook her head “I can’t see them here. Surely they wouldn’t have taken a ship ?” she asks.
[13:28] Ray Caldwell: not in the towers unless flatout [13:28] Ray Caldwell: can’t imagine that, she was too happy with the last trip to come to an end, rough sea, you see [13:29] Ray Caldwell: don’t see them down there…
[13:29] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) felt her heart race … and become very uncomfortable. All of a sudden she could see all the issues that these girls could have in their state. As he moved forward she would nod “Surely their gods would have them go to less .. dreadful places ?” she suggests.
[13:29] Ray Caldwell: tal portus
[13:30] Ray Caldwell: oh, fleur be in dreadful places alright, once i find her back
[13:30] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was clearly in a sort of a panic “Erm .. hello my love … We are looking for the two girls …” she looked to Ray in hope he wouldn’t tell Portus it was all her fault.
[13:31] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): walks up to my mate noticing her in a state of distress….”is everything alright”
[13:31] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): motions across to Ray in greeting
[13:32] Ray Caldwell: i go follow the stream, too many rocks to bump one’s head on there
[13:32] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) lowered her gaze. Clearly trying to hide something “Well .. I hope so.” she stated truthful. “I just .. ” she would lay her hand upon his arm to perhaps have him warm up to her. “I did this experiment with mushrooms. The effect upon these girls was … ” she paused “Very strong.”
[13:34] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “oh”…..”after your experiences….and now two girls are missing?”….looks concerned
[13:35] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) sighs “Well I had them with me .. but than Ray came and … ” she pulled his arm “We should search … I mean .. I feel so bad .. this wasn’t ….” she was nearly in tears. “I truly didn’t mean this to happen.”
[13:35] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): holds you tightly
[13:36] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was clearly more emotional during her pregnancy “I am so sorry love. I had no ill intent.” she tells him as she felt herself heavenly secure in his arms.
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
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.
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[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.