Crows Murder

[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 !! )).

[05:00] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) continues to cook the only meal he knows how to, Oatmeal. The smell of the Oatmeal fragrances the hall with a milky and cinnamon scent. And by this point he was putting a little honey into the pot, along with some salt from the high table. Given there weren’t any bonds yet, the meal was readied by him. It was one of those staples he made as a single man, in his hovel, rather frequently.

[05:02] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) walked into the long hall that reminded her of Torvaldsburg. As ever she would wash her hands as she was taught. Still there were some things different and she as ever wondered if she might add things to have it similar or take things away to have it less.

When she entered her eyes fell instantly to the Rune Priest. The scent of his meal did bring back other memories too.

A mix of all kind of sentiments crossed her features. “Greetings.” she offered. “Can I help?” it was a way of her after so many years of servitude.

[05:06] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) looked over his shoulder and for the first time, he seemed to be standing rather well on his own. There wasn’t a crouched over limp, but rather a proud erect posture that made him look like he was on top of the world. “Greetings,” dipping his head her way. “I’m fine, why don’t you have a seat and let a Freeman serve you.” The idea of it made him laugh a little, given their history. “Don’t worry, I won’t get naked,” hinting that he still recalled her body. But politely he turned his one eyed gaze back to the pot that he was churning. “Its almost ready, if you want you can fetch me some of those dried grapes. I think they call them Rabies or something. No,” he recalled the actual name, “raisins?” The question had him frumping up his handsome features, making him look confused. “I do need to excuse my actions that last time we bumped into one another,” hinting to his poop fiasco.

[05:13] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) could see that something was going on. For a moment tempted to address it and yet when he suggested to serve her she laughs. The clear laughter was sincere and in no shape to make fun of him. But one of amusement and comfort. Ever since her ceremony she felt a certain degree of found self awareness that made her look more confident. “I would like that …” she replied.

Perhaps she dared to say such due to her Earthern upbringing in which such was very possible. While in Gor such might seem to be odd or even foreign. “Raisins.” she echo’s as she nodded understanding what he meant.

For his apology she arched a brow. The man was in luck. She had been quite out of it at the moment, due to being high herself at that time. “Oh .. I think it was far more uncomfortable for you than it was for me.” she replied. She would take a small bowl with the dried grapes. and place them upon the table.

[05:17] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) hobbled over to the table, and collected up a hand full of the raisins, just to sprinkle it into the mix of oatmeal. “I’ve been wanting to speak to you about the visions. You’ve been a part of it, and I think the gods wish me to invite you to become a Volva of our city. Again, the three women I had seen, I believe you’re one of them.” He spoke like some principled sage, being polite enough to even offer her a bowl of oatmeal. Once it was properly done. Of course he took a few little sampled tastes, nibbling at the food to make sure it was fully cooked. And only then did he offer her a bowl. When he gathered his own, he’d finally sit down at the table, treating the space much like one does at home. A careless claiming of the seat. “I am suppose to ask you if you’re interested, but the runes spoke of your desire and dedication. Even if you’re from the other world.” He seemed to know truths that were secrets. “They claim that your wisdom and knowledge will guide me in my decisions. Think of it as, becoming a voice that I reference my ideas off of.”

[05:25] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) enjoyed the scent of the meal and was grateful when the bowl was placed before her. She would watch him keenly, but not with mistrust but simple interest. When he spoke so plainly about his thoughts and intents she was surprised. “Volva?” she asks. She herself was unfamiliar with the term or what it represented. Surely she had some indications but not the full extent of it.

When he spoke of another planet there was a flicker in her eyes. Had she been so transparent? Was such not dangerous? “I am honored that you think I could be wise enough to guide anyone let alone you?” she stated sincerely.

“Of course I am interested and of course as dedicated as I can be to anything that would help the family and everyone.” she added. It was who she was – as ever offering her help but in a humble way.

She would now take a first taste and smiled “Oh … this is nice.”

[05:35] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) spoke about the food he prepared with a half smirk, “Its only what a bachelor can cook up, but its filling. Seems to stick to your bones,” making a little joke about it.

The question about the Volva had been sort of pondered over, how exactly to explain it to an earthling. “I am versed in reading, which for most men of the North, is considered beneath men. Something that is frowned upon. But it is through reading, that I’ve learned the secrets of our world. Secrets of even your world. So in terms you’ll understand, a Volva is a woman, empowered by a Rune Priest, to perform some feminine rituals. Typically they help with childbirth, and the protection of children. Things that are written into the feminine being.” This conversations was slightly intruded upon by his meal, taking little breaks to scoop some of the oatmeal into his mouth to chew up and then swallow.

“You would be encouraged to form a sisterhood with the other two volva of my coven. At any time, a Rune Priest should only have three in service to him. And you would be marked as a Witch my our community. This is not a bad thing, but more a kin to a Serpent with brightly colored scales. It would let the world of our people know, you are dangerous, and that your words have power.”

Again another little break in their conversation cropped up as he set his spoon down, just to slurp up the oatmeal into his mouth better. “If you do agree to becoming a student, I would first require you to create your garb. A volva should wear white, and veil their head and face. Sometimes, its encouraged that they wear crowns on top of their hooded heads. Your face, and the things that make you a woman should be completely hidden during your service to the gods. Once you have your garb, you will be instructed to wash with your sisters within the Well of Knowledge. It is a ritual which I will be blind folded for, and I hope to invite Belle, and Amira to join the coven as well.” He was laying out his plans as if he knew they were already written in stone.

“When you accept, the gods will naturally give you visions. They will come in the form of dreams, or drug induced moments. These little glimpses will then be shared with me, and I will decipher their meaning. You see, women do not know this, but they carry the waters of the Well within their bellies. It is why when you become heated, a woman drips, and during child birth, why babies come with a gushing of water. This well is inside of women only, and the reason that only bondmaidens are welcome as sacrifice.”

[05:44] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) listens as she enjoyed the meal he presented to her. At times the simplest of things were the most enjoyable. Where others would want lobster, she would ask for this. As he spoke she would listen and frown.

Some of the things he pictured were things close to her heart, her nature. Someone that wished to nurture, take care off, serve and act for the good of others.

“Is such possible? Even if one is mated or perhaps in time pregnant?” she asks. Not that she was able to get pregnant. Portus had not yet allowed her the gift of her mother (Breeding wine). “Amira and Belle ?” she nodded. She admired those women to a t. They both held a piece of her heart by the bond with her partner but even previous to that.

She wanted to be honest and yet there was this calling. Something deep within that had already answered. She wanted to learn, develop and investigate those dreams that at times already came to her. “I need to ask Portus if he allows me.” she stated – unsure.

[05:49] Belle (bellewhitlocke): sitting down at the table she would watch him, his moves his facials…”I’d have to be taught if course, I nae know much about being one, but I’d be fearful I’d stear you wrong in your paths just from fact of the unknown. so with your question I’d say yes, but in fact only if you teach me the ways of a volva. I’d wish to learn it all…not only to be closer to the gods but closer to you as well.” she took the bowl of oatmeal and smiled..” you cook too ehh??”

[05:53] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “It is possible, but it is something you will need to speak with your Mate about. Some of the rituals are seen as,” his voice sort of paused as he thought of the polite words to use, “unnatural, for our people. The gods, although they support our way of life, sometimes they require homage in natural ways. As with the bathing, which I assure you will be kept from public eyes, can be seen as becoming of a slave. But that is why they are done in secret. And I assure you, my position as a Rune Priest would deny me the ability to pollute such an occasion. In ways, you’ll find yourself within our culture, and standing outside of it when you obtain the truths.”

This pause came with him finishing his meal, slurping it all down just to set the empty bowl on the table while they discussed things. Seeing Belle, he immediately adopt a blush down his nose, and her words made that blush deepen to his cheeks. Shyly ignoring her effect on him, he was proud to hear her accept such.

“Do you both know the stories of Yggdrasil?” He asked both, while making room for his future Mate at his side, even taking a moment to brush off the furs incase there was something that would sully her dress. “It would be the starting point of your lessons,” the poor rune priest couldn’t’ help but look at Belle, taking little moments here and there just to turn his head and inspect her over, making sure she wasn’t some figment of his dreams manifested. Adding in lastly, “Yes, I cook, simple things. Burnt toast, burnt meat, and an occasional bowl of Oatmeal.” Even smirking to those present with a proud little fish smile.

[05:58] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) smiled as Belle entered the conversation. Again something was noted by the Rune Priest and the words of Belle were noted too. She wouldn’t address them. Surely not to bring something to light which was not yet ready for it.

“I will have to ask him.” she stated and there was already some concern in it. She was perhaps free here, but within the confinements of their home she was still the bond he desired her to be.

She turns to Belle “Of course we need to be taught … ” she replied quite sure of such. “Yggdrasil?” she asks “Isn’t that some part of the story of Odin?” she asks. Unsure where she once heard of it.

[06:10] Belle (bellewhitlocke): she listened to him speaking to Niamh..her gaze would fall upon him as if she was seeing thr man for the first time each time. Notting how he tended to her with out even needing too brought a smile to her face, feeling the but if crimson flow over her cheeks as they warmed. dipping at thr oatmeal she would continue to listen..”I have heard maybe bits and pieces of it, but since i not be mated it be ok for me to do the training and such or do you have to speak to my brother or father?” she would wink to Niamh then and smile

[06:15] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “Even to me, one close to the gods, I do not know the factual truth of these stories,” explaining that he too was a simple believer. “But it is said that there are nine worlds, and given you have lived on one of them before joining us here, I’d assume its true. This Tree, called Yggdrasil,” pronouncing it with a truth norse accent, “is something that all the worlds are connected to. It is so large that it reaches up through all of them, and its branches support these nine worlds. Nine worlds, for the races of gods, men, and monsters.” His tone became sage like, spooky, drawn out into whispers as he stood up and hobbled to the fire pit.

Reaching into his bag, he’d pull out some herbs, which he sprinkled into the fire, creating a thick smoke to bloom into the long hall. It was something akin to Cannabis, smelling skunky and heavy. “The Tree is called Yggdrasil, who’s roots are watered by the Nornes. Think of them as a tangled bunch, gnarled and old, and so large that cities could be built around its feet, and would seem like little sprinkles of salt. But such couldn’t happen, due to the monster which lives within its roots. This monster is a giant serpent, and this tree is the center of every world that lives within it.”

It was about here that Belle spoke of not being mated, and the man blushed a bit more. “Well, since you’ve brought the topic up. I claim you Belle,” yep, the man said it publicly now. “Should anyone object, my axe is at the ready. I’ve been drawn to you for sometime, and the gods have given me vision of our union. So I will act on that,” it was a traditional statement, a Gorean decree of his intention and seriousness. In translated terms, the crippled Runepriest was staking his life on this demand, willing to fight anyone who could oppose him on this decree.

It seemed important enough to him, that he stopped his educational moment, only to give Belle a direct look, inviting her to challenge his demand. Yep, the guy totally crashed his educational moment just to claim a woman as his own, boldly.

[06:19] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) finished the meal as she noted the look of Belle. A small grin crossed her features. If she had been in high school she surely would have made a joke, but she wasn’t and the matter of love and commitment very different in this world. She wouldn’t ever dare to make fun of it. These Goreans at times very serious about matters of the heart.

When he started the story her thoughts still there on it. But as ever intently listening as not to miss the meaning that might be hidden behind the words. She would memorize the words, echo them in her mind.

But than all of a sudden her thoughts were pulled back to the matters of the heart when he paused his lesson and simply stated his claim upon Belle.

Eyes grow large in surprise as she looked from one to the other. Holding her breath as not to stirr the air or flow of thoughts, desires or truth of what would be their future.

[06:24] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Belle sat there and listened, as if her life depended on it, although she would have him tell her again and again just to find reason to be close to him and to have his soothing voice calm her inner soul as it still fought battles of the heart. it was then he stopped and her head felt numb. she would look to him as a smile beamed from corner to corner of her lips..quickly turning to see if anyone had snuck in to challenge him and of course saw none so her attention went back to him. the butterflies filled her body as if she was a young girl crushing on the big bad warrior. well in her adult years it was the mushroom shitter, that’s where she found her peace. “Not that there be much I can say but for my sake…id like nothing more then to be yours” her words were soft spoken even a hunt of shyness

[06:35] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) nods sharply towards Belle, and then looks to his other student, Niamh. The cripple stood even more proud, if that was possible. Nearly mimicking being unscathed by his thigh wound that seemed to fester here and there. But the man showed no signs of pain.

“Then, you are mine, here and now until we both agree to end our Companionship, let it be known you are my Mate.” It was said, and the challenge would be open for anyone to appose him for the rest of the day.

Sitting down now, the smoke that he coaxed into living, now fogged up the hall. Making them both enjoy the effects of the dried herb. “The story goes that this Tree,” speaking with a blush that made his face look like a radish, “holds up the realms. And the first one, is Asgard, the home of the Aesir, the gods that we know. Surrounded by an unfinished wall, it is here that Valhalla lies. It is in these halls that Odin rules and the valiant dead gather for the Final Battle,” the topic of the final battle had been spoken out with a serious and ominous tone, making it sound frightful.

“It is in Asgard that the bifrost resides, a great rainbow bridge that connects the realm of men and the realm of the gods ends. It is how they are able to come and walk with us, and how their magic and influence reigns.” To depict the bridge, he stretched out one hand, and then drew it in strange circular patterns from his left to his right, as if showing them that the bridge wasn’t at all flat, but something with coils in it. “This very bridge will crumble, when the forces of Muspellheim come, on the last days.”

“There, in that realm, there are many things waiting to come forth. Particularly the creature known as Fenrir, the Kuri whom will slay Odin one day.” Again, he made it sound ominous, and as if scrapped, the wooden log burning in the firepit behind him, cracked and split, as if the name he spoke upset it.

“Odin is very well known to be one of the gods that visited Yggdrasil,” nodding to the former question about it having to deal with him. “It is the same place that he learned the truths of women.” Leaving that to hang in the air for them to absorb.

[06:45] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looked from one to the other still. None was there to oppose him. And would one truly dare? A rune priest held a degree of authority and she doubted anyone would dare to challenge it. But as quick as the claim had come – so quickly the man turned to his lessons.

She knew from her own experience that she had nearly jumped into Portus arms, wanted nothing more than his closeness, his comforting words, to connect and yet here she was witness of the claim and the lack of physical connection. Was this the normal way? Had she felt wrong?

As he spoke of the Tree, the Gods the connection of worlds she again focused. Trying to memorize while the scent started to have some effect upon her. The weeping smell of the herbs in the fire. The voice and tone of his tellings. She was slowly getting under the influence of his story and the atmosphere.

[07:14] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “After Asgard we have Alfheim, land of the light elves. They are said to be fairer than the sun to gaze upon they are often associated with the Asier but they are aloof and play a little part in the ancient tales. Then comes Muspelheim, first of the created worlds. It is a rage of fire and heat.Lava flows across its baked plains and from its ruddy depths come the fire giants. At the head of their host is Surtur, the bringer of flames that shall engulf the world. With his blazing sword he shall lead the fire Giants across the Bifrost bridge and their tread shall send the bifrost tumbling into the void below. And in that final days he shall slay some of the gods, and his fight will spark a fire that will burn away Asgard.”

The way he spoke was in a doomed aura, just before touching on another realm. The second of the created worlds is Niflheim, land of the snow and mists. It is the inversion of Muspelheim, a land of Frost Giants. Cold and covered in frost, it is here that Hvergelmir springs one of the
[07:14] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): pools that feeds the roots of the World Tree. Some claim that Niflheim is two worlds, one dedicated to the frost Giants, and another given to Hell. A daughter of one of the unspoken gods, and the abode for the damned. This world is call Helheim, it is a hall long and dark, hidden by valleys of the blackest night. Accessible only by an old wooden bridge with a roof of gold. But we will talk of this place little more, until the time is right.”

Jumping into the next realm. Nidauellir is the realm of the dwarves, and all their works. Another topic for later. Jotunheim is the home of the giants, broad and varied like the lands we know. A realm full of adventure and trails. It is where Thor hunts, and slays the giants of evil intention.”

“Tangled in the roots of Yggdrasil there is a well that feeds the world tree. And at that well sits the wisest of beings, an old man named Mimir. Mimir became wise by drinking from the well, because its water contains wisdom,” arching his brows. “And it is to this
[07:14] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus): well that Odin went on trips to seek a greater understanding of all things. He asked Mimir, for a drink of this water. And ultimately had to pay the price of giving up one of his eyes.” It was here that Arnthor lifted up and removed his eye patch, exposing the hollowed hole that once housed his own eye. Expressing without words that he too gave up such a price.”

Closing his good eye, he intentionally encouraged the missing eye and its empty eyelid to smear open wide, exposing the pink fleshy emptiness to them. “Then there is Midgard, where we live. It is split in two, one world we live in, and one world that is known as the Steel cities. The world where Barbarians come from,” opening his good eye now. He would stop his lesson there, for the day, having exposed them to far more knowledge than the typical Torvalds person would have learned. He was sharing his most potent of magics with them, the stories that bound their culture. (e)

[07:22] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) walked into the hall an would stop and wash her hands an then dried them and would continue to walk into the hall she smiled as se saw all those there “Tal daugthers, and Rune Priest” e said as se would go grab herself some juice, “I hope all is well

[07:23] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) felt the air thick and the words sacred. As the tale continues she listens, drinking it all in. Some of the tale known to her in mythology lessons upon Earth. As though Greek and Roman Mythology were more her forte.

As the words drifted to her ears she felt them. Goosebumps upon her arms. A sensation running along her spine. As if this was not a first these words were heard. Surely she had seen things in her dreams. Had words come to her in songs.

She understood that anything in any world came with a price and so she would ask “Is a sacrifice of me or us needed?” she asks – wondering what kind it would be and if she was willing to pay for it. She knew she was able to give herself away out of love, but would she be able to do so out of religion, faith, understanding.

When Amira entered her eyes were dark, embers of spirit in which she took the lesson to heart and mind. “Greetings, Mother.” she offered quietly as not to stir the air too much.

[07:27] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) politely nodded to Amira, and then heard the questions of his potential student. “I have felt that this place isn’t safe for us,” continuing with his conversion as if he wasn’t at all disturbed by Amira’s presence. “The things, those darker entities, enhabit these lands. I call them the Smidge, the unseen darkness that ruins the minds and souls of people. It comes from Helhiem, and the monsters asleep beneath the earth. But the favor of the gods is something we can obtain, sacrifice will be needed to keep their attention. They enjoy the smell of their burnt offerings, and the blood that comes from such gifts. I still require a white boskling, to insure the safety of our village.”

[07:34] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) stayed off to the side as she would listen to what was being said so she could kind of understand wat was being said her eyes went wide as they talked about a sacrifice and her nose scrunched up a little thinking of the smell, “A white boskling I am not sure were we could find one” se said onestly
[07:36] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) nodded to his words. She too had felt that something must have happened. Something ominous and dark. As he spoke of the Smidge she would again memorize the word. The idea of whatever it was needed blood, the smell of burned flesh. She felt her skin crawl as if someone just walked over her to become grave.

She would look from her mother to Belle and back to the Rune Priest. “So a white bosk.” she came to the point. Hearing Amira she would shrug “Often a white animal is a token of weakness. A son or daughter of a specimen that is related and with a dna defect.” she reasons rationally. “And us ? To become these women. This Volva … any sacrifices for such ?”she asks. Much depended on the answer as to what Portus might allow her.
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[07:37] Belle (bellewhitlocke): her head still spinning at the fact she was just claimed. a smile unable to be broken.. Even in her happiness she paid attention to the story and words he spoke. How he seemed to of gone into some zone speaking the story as if he was watching it himself. Shives ran down her spine as once again the smidge was spoken of. Had they fallen upon a dangerous place. would her family be safe along these lands. and what of herself. Belle kept quiet and just continued to listen
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[07:41] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “There is no sacrifice needed from you personally, to become a Volva, but there are rituals that you women will need to do.” looking over to Amira now, “I have the desire to include you too Amira, the visions I had seasons ago. I’d like to invite you to become a Volva, like I have with Niamh, and Belle. ALso,” clearing his throat to sound more polite, “I’ve claimed Belle as my Mate.” He was proud of that little fact.
[07:45] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) kisses my companion on the cheek after entering the great hall. “Tal my love”
[07:46] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) nods and offers a soft smile, “Thank you maybe that would explain a lot of things as well” she said softly as she was still plagued by things occansionaly then she nodded, “We will have to keep an eye out for the proper sacrifice” she said ten she smiled seeing her mate , “Tal my love I hope you are doing well” then she turned back to the Rune Priesst, “Welcome to the family” se said with a smile
[07:47] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would smile as there was no sacrifice of herself needed. Such would help in persuading Portus to allow her this. She would now focus upon Amira, reading her as to see how all the words would fall upon her.

As Marleneus entered she smiled warmly to him. “Greetings father.” she offered warmly.

Than waiting for his reply on the claim of the Rune Priest upon Belle.

[07:51] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) smiles as se would go to get apitcher and fill it with som mead and then move to her mates side unclip his horn an pour some of the mead into it and would hand it to him, “Here you go love” she said then she looked to Niamh, “So this would involve the three of us it is interesting that it is all from tee same family” she said

[07:57] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “Greetings Marleaneus, I’ve claimed your daughter, Belle as my Mate. If you wish to challenge it, I am available for discussion?” He was being rather polite about it, and putting a pause on the conversation about the Smidge and the sacrifices that would keep it at bay. “And additionally, I have another request. I’ve invited your mate to begin training as a Volva, should you give your permission.” He was careful with the way he purposed the idea as not to seem too obtrusive. “The same invitation was given to Niamh, and Belle.” Looking to his new mate with a deep affection that returned a blush to the ridge of his nose.

[08:01] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) took the horn with a smile from my mate and listened to the rune priests proposal, nodding as i tasted the mead. “If’n Belle is happy with the arrangement, and from what I hear she is, I make no objection to the claim. You will have to sit down with me though in regards to the volva thing, that is far beyond what that entails and means for the women.”

[08:02] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would watch the interaction between Amira and Marleneus. She smiled seeing the bond they had. When Amira spoke of them three she nodded “It is indeed interesting. Almost as if there is a divine intervention. But than there is this phrase … all good things come in threes.” she replied.

Turning back tot he Rune Priest. “Upon Earth it is a common saying that reflects the idea that good fortune or success tends to occur in a trio. The concept can be seen in all aspects of life. As if a certain pattern is needed to truly come to all what is good.”

She than become silent – as the conversation had become between Marleneus and the Rune priest.

[08:06] Belle (bellewhitlocke): her eyes would go wide when she spotted her father and took in a deep breath, as not knowing how things would turn out this day. “Tal Foddir” she spoke softly before Arn went on about his claiming and such. again at the mention it she could help but to smile and want to jump on the tables and into his arms, but was able to control herself and making notes of doing that later…perhaps over a meal he’s been asking for for a few days now. When her father responded to her mate she would rush over and hug him tightly “Thank you Foddir…” kissing his cheeks and going back over to sit at the table like a good little student with the googly eyes for the teacher

[08:06] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) smiled as the men talked and then heard Niamh and laughed, “That is true I mean the tree of us are family and we are petty great if I ay so myself” she said, then looked between er mate and the Run Priest and went quiet again as the men were talking

[08:09] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) nods with a sagely grace, “Aye, we can speak of such when you have time. I do not wish to claim it now, perhaps in the coming days we can speak more of it.” Looking to his new mate, he’d smile to her, enjoying her reaction, and then the way it was accepted. He felt at peace with everything now, as if it wasn’t hanging in the balance anymore. There wasn’t much more for him to talk about, but he did listen to Naimh talk about the Trio situation. “Yes, its best to keep things balanced.”

[08:10] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) looked between the three with a smile, well ti a blessed day for the family, I will be very curious and concerned over the volva thing, such knowledge is beyond my understanding but it does pique my curiousity. We will see how it goes.” I took a very deep sip of the mead and let out a long exhale.

[08:20] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) was for a moment lost in thoughts. “It is overwhelming and awesome and all these things combined.” she stated. “Perhaps it is important to speak with Marleneus and Portus together. Surely he too might have questions.” she would look to the others.

“I am sure we all felt something is going on .. and I feel drawn to investigate this calling .. and see where it takes us … I even feel an urgency to it.” she shared.

She would look at the Rune Priest “What is first in this ?” she asks.

[08:22] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) looked at Niamh as se asked the question most were probably wondering “Yes I am curious as well what will this all entail an is it dangerous?”

[08:26] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “It would seem that first, we must speak to your mates, and educate them on the needed things. Once we get their permission, we can move forward. The truths, and your abillities are natural. Some of you are stronger than others, but you all have an element that you’ll bring to the coven. And through it, we’ll better govern the lands. You’ll end up becoming advisors on things only women know, and protectors of children. We will please the gods with sacrifices, which… As volva, you’ll be required to attend to the gifts. Say we have a boskling, you’d be charged with feeding it well, showing it kindness, and tender attentions.”

[08:33] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Belle had always been one even as a small child to have the urge to get out and explore, dangerous or not, she lived for the adventure of the unknown. So as the lands casted with the heavy dreadful smidgen of the unknown of the lands, so much to explore and figure out. Sit and listen to the lands and the gods as to what shall become of them all. She would listen to Arn, and was paying attention rather it seemed like it or not. she was taking in all his words. Nodding when he spoke of what would be expected of them if the tests were passed and they were all intact what he believes them to be.

[08:34] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would push herself up to a stand. The urgency to speak to Portus there in her heart and mind. “I will talk to him and see that he finds you if he has questions that I can not answer.” she stated. She would look to Belle and than to the Rune Priest.

“I hope you both can experience this connection and commitment I feel .. since it is one of the most beautiful things I ever experienced.” her eyes would cut to the Priest “To take care of each other, treasure … Is the biggest gift.” she smiled “congratulations you two … I will spill the beans to Portus now.” she would not wait on their reply – being parted of him already a little longer than she anticipated.

[08:37] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) with words of needing to talk to er mate, “Maybe you could just talk to my son instead” she said, “My mate seem very busy at this time and I do not wish to wait on my training” se told him as she was committed to this