[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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