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Post by Blindside Tex on Nov 18, 2020 20:02:50 GMT -5
Revna 'Ulfhild' Rygarsen Jarl ArneClan of Odger VillageFrekiThe mountains cradled the valley of Gro. The caps of the mountains were white with thick fluffy snow as it cascaded from the skies, the trees had lost their leaves for the year apart from the strong evergreens. Winter had come upon the valley of Gro. The clan of Odger had plentiful supplies for the winter, the grain mill was full, their hunts had gone well. They held much wealth, and it was known to many of the surrounding clans. The settlement of Odger sat upon the edge of the great river of Skarde that with a wide mouth opened into the vast oceans leading to many unexplored territories. A small stream ran through the center of the village providing fresh water to the people of Odger year round, though it was most plentiful in the spring with the melting of the snow. Though, with any plentiful clan of this time, war was always on the horizon. As much as the Viking people welcomed war and the chance to fall to the blade of their enemy to enter the great gates of Valhalla…Jarl Arne did not want to see his people lost, they had a busy summer and many of his good men were lost to the spoils of battle. A harsh truth that the Jarl must face as the winter grew deep. On the brink of a war with a neighboring clan Jarl Arne stuck a deal. A young shield maiden that the seer had marked with the blessing of the wolf god Freki….Odin’s wolf. The beautiful white wolf of the gods that stands at Odin’s side in protection. His deal would involve gifting the girl to the neighboring clan, as a peace offering. Of course, the Jarl of the neighboring clan was quick to strike the deal, he had clearly heard of the prophecy that was to befall the girl. Jarl Arne stood within the long hall; his hand gripped upon a stein of ale as he watched the messenger from the neighboring clan leave the hall. It would be just a few days before they would send a long boat to collect on the debt that he owed. He had signed the young shield maiden’s hand away to the other Jarl’s son. Jarl Arne had fiery red hair and icy blue eyes, a stark contrast that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies. He had a well-kept beard that he had braids in and a braid upon the side of his head. Upon his forehead he was adorned with a classic Nordic tattoo. He wore leathers and furs to keep him warm. “Jarl….are you certain….” A younger clan member stepped forward. The Jarl finished his ale and a grin split his lips as a chuckle came from deep within his chest. “She is to have quite the future is she not?” He slammed the empty ale down and stepped down from his throne chair. “Our oracle speaks of the greatness that she holds. If I do not make this move, they will attack, and what good is she to Odin if she is dead? We do not have the warriors to defend our village, not after your failed pillaging in the north, Toke.” He glared to the young man that was his son. “I believe it is the only way, Odin approves of it, as shall you.” He then stepped forward. “I must prepare her. I’m certain it will not go well, she is as spirited as Freki.” He chuckled lightly as he walked through the hall. The Jarl walked through the village, many Vikings were drunk and clapped him on the shoulder happily as he passed. The city had grown so much over the past few years that he had been the Jarl. They were succeeding in every aspect. He knew that it was only a matter of time before his clan was targeted. He walked up to a small wooden home and knocked upon the door. Silence followed as he listened to the life of the village. Then there was a rustling from within the home. Soon enough the door was opened, and a beautiful woman stood before him. She had dark chocolate hair and beautiful hazel eyes. Her stature was thin, she wore white wolf’s fur around her shoulders and held black markings upon her face. “Jarl?” She questioned as she gazed up to him, he stood over a head taller than her. “Come in.” She stepped back and offered the home to him. It was a small home, a hearth burned away heating the home, the flames licked at the wood as it crackled with life. A bed was pushed into the corner, a small wooden table at the center of the room with two chairs. Another bed was pushed into the other corner, out of the way and a bit in the shadows of the room. Jarl Arne stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “Revna.” He spoke and cleared his throat slightly as he walked over to the center of the home. His eyes looked about. “How’s your father?” He questioned as he looked to the second bed, a man lay within it his skin pale as ice he shivered greatly with a fever. Revna still stood at the doorway, her brows furrowed as she looked to the Jarl. “He is ill, though you can certainly see that Jarl.” She crossed her arms, unmoving from the door. “You are not here for my father, nor to give him well wishes, so what is it that you have come for?” She watched him closely. The Jarl should have known that Revna would know that he had other motives for his visit. In all honesty he left the shield maiden to herself most of the time. She was dealing with a terrible illness that even the healer of the village could not fix. Her father would most certainly die, and he did not want to add to her stress. But now. He must. “Revna. I have come to inform you that we will look after your father for you. He will enter the gates to Valhalla as a warrior such as he deserves…” He went to speak but the woman stepped forward. “What are you saying Jarl?” Her eyes did not pull from him, her voice was sharp like a dagger. “I had to make a deal with another clan in order to preserve our people, Revna.” He watched her closely. “I have offered you to the Jarl’s son—” Revna’s eyes narrowed and she strode forward, closing the little distance that remained between them, and gripped upon his collar tightly. “Jarl or not.” She spoke her voice full of anger. “I will not leave my father. This was not my doing. You allowed Toke to plunder the wrong villages, you allowed him to lose our warriors. My father’s life hangs in the balance between life and death because of your son’s foolish decisions. I will not be your item of value to trade in order to free yourself of your demons.” The Jarl let out a growl over his lips. He quickly gripped onto the young woman and with ease he shoved her against the wall and held her there. Revna’s eyes widened slightly as he pushed against her throat choking the air from her. “I give you a lot of leash girl.” He spoke with rage behind his voice. “Our oracle sees you as special. You have been blessed by Freki. But that does not put you above the judgement of your Jarl.” He sneered. “You will obey this command as it will allow the people of your clan to survive. This is not about me. This is not about you. It is about our clan’s survival, Revna.” He released her roughly and turned. A large white wolf stood before him snarling deeply, it had glowing red eyes and it was knelt slightly as if it were ready to strike. “Revna.” Jarl Arne spoke as he eyes looked to the beast that held him within its sights. “I am not your enemy.” He turned and looked to her a moment. “By Odin’s wish you will go without a struggle. The fate of our clan lies in your hands. Do not fight with me over this.” He turned and the wolf was gone. His eyes glanced about the home as he let out a breath. He had seen the wolf before on the battlefield at Revna’s side, he did not wish to suffer the fate that the wolf would surely bring him. Revna drew in a shaken breath as she stared to the Jarl. “You’d sell me off, like a shiny trinket?” She scoffed. “Perhaps the oracle speaks of my future with the other clan and not with Odger.” She clenched her jaw slightly. “By Odin’s breath you will get what you deserve.” Her voice shook slightly. Jarl Arne turned and swung toward the shield maiden. Revna ducked and dodged swiftly before she pushed forward and with a strength that was much more than her small frame should hold, she slammed him against the wall. “You really trust that they will not kill me? That they will maintain the peace?” She scoffed. “I guarantee they will not.” She released him then and turned away. “I want Sigrid to care for my father.” She spoke then. “She is the only one that I trust will care for him well.” The Jarl rubbed his ribs where Revna had slammed into him. “Of course, I will see to it that your wishes are upheld.” He then turned and stepped from the home. ** Over the next two days Revna prepared herself. She taught Sigrid everything that there was to aid for her father. The medicines that the healer showed her. She showed Sigrid how to gather the herbs and how to prepare them. On the morning that she was to be taken by the new clan she hiked up the mountain behind the village toward the old Oracle’s home. The Viking stood upon the high overlook as she gazed out toward the sea. Longboats approached, 3 to be precise. She had her arms crossed over her chest as she grit her teeth slightly. She had not made it to the Oracle’s home yet and they were already here. She felt a pit form in her stomach as she wondered what would become of her. “This is your destiny, young Ulfhild.” An old woman approached from behind the girl. She had beads hanging from her hair, tattoos that covered her body, black markings across her face. She wore a beautiful cloak and walked with a staff that held many Nordic markings and beads as well as bones. “Oracle.” Revna turned and fell to a knee before the woman as she bowed her head deeply. The oracle walked up to her and crooked a finger under the chin of the young girl. “You will grow from this, child.” She nodded. “Odin has plans for you. So many great things await you, Ulfhild.” The name was one that the oracle had given her, it meant battle wolf. “Oracle…tell me…what will become of me?” She questioned as she touched the Oracle’s forearm carefully. The Oracle smiled as she gazed to her. “You will become more than you could ever imagine, Ulfhild.” She spoke in riddles, never giving the full truth to anyone that questioned her. But the oracle was well respected. “Go on. Your future awaits, child. Blessed by Odin.” She smiled before she turned and began walking the path back to her hut upon the side of the mountain. Revna watched her for a long moment before she rose to her feet. She drew in a shaken breath as she turned and started her way back toward the town. She did not hurry as she looked to the trees and to the mountains. A black raven flew overhead, and a smile curved up her lips slightly, Odin was watching over her. This sign brought joy to her soul. If Odin truly approved, was there anything to truly fear? As she entered the village Toke himself rushed forward. “Revna!” He called, he looked rather flustered. “Where have you been? The other clan has come for you. Are you trying to start a war?” He spat as he gripped harshly upon her arm. “Father has asked me to search for you for nearly an hour now!” His grip hurt and caused her to wince slightly. Revna shoved against Toke and ripped her arm away from his grip, she rubbed where he had held onto her. “I was saying my goodbyes to the Oracle.” She snapped back at him. Their feud was almost like that of a brother and sister as Toke turned and let out a sneer. She scoffed as she continued forward toward the long house. “Perhaps you are the only one I will not miss.” She spat. Toke ignored her words as he continued. She entered the long house at Toke’s heels, many of the village had gathered. Revna stepped forward as she gazed to the people she had grown up with. The only people she had truly known. She gazed to the opposing clan members sent to return her, her eyes lingered on them as she was led to the Jarl. “Ah there she is.” Jarl Arne spoke, “I told you she would turn up. Revna.” He had a forced smile upon his lips. “You are ready to go with them, are you not?” He nodded to her. Revna stepped to a leather pack and pulled it upon her shoulders. She then slung her shield over her back, and she slipped her father’s axe upon her hip as she looked to the men and women that were sent to collect her. She did not speak, she merely nodded and stepped forward. Her eyes looked to Sigrid who nodded to her with sad eyes, she held freshly picked herbs in her hands, soon the woman would give Revna’s father medication for the day to come. Revna closed her eyes a moment as she held her breath, she could not show weakness. She could not show the pain that she felt to leave her father in such condition. “There see?” Jarl Arne spoke with a grin upon his lips. “Just as promised. She will make a great wife to your Jarl’s son.” He nodded then. Revna merely looked to her Jarl, her expression was of contempt, but she did not speak a further word. The oracle had spoke that this was her destiny, and Odin clearly approved. All she could do now was embrace it and pray to Odin that the oracle was right as she was with many other things. |
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Post by Raven on Nov 19, 2020 18:23:54 GMT -5
Asgrid Stormcloak
Nestled in the mountain side of the Great Mountain Frostmourne - nearly carved into its side - is the city of Freykavard. The City's entirety took up roughly 3 layers of the mountain side as it was nearly stacked on each other. It had railing along the mountain's edges which the city pushed its limits to. Looking directly down - a small stream created a waterfall down the steep cascading rocky side, dumping directly into the ocean. Down the mountain side a visible set of stairs winded from to and fro until coming to a huge dock. At the dock was a fleet of ships, over 20 and counting. Freykavard was known for its powerful military, but less of its farming and the like. While their hunt was strong - they lacked in grain. This forced them to create allegiances and strong trade with other villages near and far. Their trade was Viking Steel - mined directly from the mountain side they rest upon. Blacksmiths and the like were legendary in Freykavard, and their craftsmanship was known across the lands.
Their military was strong, though in the tiers of most powerful they only came up to top 3. Their lack of farming held them back, and so aside from crafting - they took to raiding frequently. They traversed to the British Isles and plundered often... Though the history of Freykavard was always a little rocky, having turned Jarl's several times before - there was a little bit of weakness bred into the city, as weak as the mountain side can often be...
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"Get me my daughter" a bearded man spoke with a deep voice. He stood before a flaming brazier in the middle of a large room. He stroked his red beard slightly, fingers rolling over the woven beads in his hair. He lifted his gaze as a young woman stepped into the room. He smirked and nodded "Ysara" he stepped over and gave her a gentle hug. The woman hugged back and lifted her gaze to the flame. "You had an excellent plunder?" he questioned.
"Yes - the sail was rough but we got there... the sweet sweet churches held more gold than we could muster. We had to leave leave a few behind, we sent a ship to retrieve them earlier." she chuckled.
The Jarl left out a chuckle "And the men left?" he was smiling proudly as his daughter.
"They are scouting the next area, we will plan for next year..." She spoke and placed a hand upon the top of her axe that rest at her hip.
"You are growing so fast" he chuckled "Your first raid - so successful.." he nodded his head. "I have another request of you" he spoke and lit up a cigar, he took several puffs and held it to her. The woman paused for a moment and accepted the large cigar and puffed slightly.
"Yes?" She questioned. Her head turned slightly as she resisted the urge to cough... her brown hair - braided and pulled back into a pony tail, flicked slightly over her pelted cloak.
"I need you retrieve a precious prize..." he smirked "The great Ulfhild" he took the cigar back and took a long puff.
"We are to kill her?" she questioned curiously, eyes trained on the man.
"No... Arne has traded her as a peace offering, and to open trade" he smirked. "She will join us" he turned his gaze to her. "So, we fetch her, and bring her to her new home..." he chuckled.
"Father... I am for fighting, plundering, killing - not fetching" she scoffed slightly and crossed her arms. "Was my plundering not enough to prove that?" she questioned with a bit of a tone.
"Ulfhild may not come willingly... I need you to be there and make sure she comes..." he raised a brow. "Or should I send Asgrid in your place?" he questioned, turning now to face her fully. He had huge shoulders, every inch of his body was pure muscle. Lining his bare arms was a thick layer of tattoos - grids and lines of viking kind, that traced all the way up his shaved head.
Ysara lifted her head and then shook it. "No.. that is not necessary, I will do it" he spoke sharply.
"You'll take Asgrid anyways" he spoke and put out the cigar on the wood pillar next to him. "Next time you won't question your Jarl..." he spoke and then stepped away, leaving her in the tall hut like room. He pushed back several leathers that hung, acting as a door, and made his way down to the greathall.
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News came to Asgrid swiftly that she would venture to the Mountains of Gro. She had been denied every raid, left to stay at the village while the other warriors left to fight. They had said over and over again - some one would need to protect the city. She knew this to be a lie. She knew the truth; they treated her like scum, since her father had lost his position of Jarl to Gravik in combat. She was once a commander of the ShieldMaidens - she had been replaced by Ysara and shunned... her entire life had fallen apart...
It had been 2 years since that day, and in truth the city had grown immensely. However, they were in constant war with surrounding villages. Gravik lead by fear and power, the time of sleeping peacefully had been over. Ulfhild was more of a gain to him - than he lead to believe, Asgrid knew this to be so. They needed strong warriors, they needed Odin on their side. Gravik challenged all, and so - all came often...
Asgrid packed her self and made her way to the dock side. She climbed down the 'Thousand Steppes' to the dock side. Snow had began to fall from the sky, the icy waters lapped against the rocks. They prepared 3 ships, loaded with men and women. One ship was loaded with weapons - trade to the city, to honor the deal. She came to the dock, no one paid her much mind.. she bit her lip slightly, her shield resting on her back, sword sheathed at her waist. "Asgrid - you can row" Ysara called out as she stood at the bow of one of the ships - she pointed down to an open row spot... she grit her teeth slightly and made her way to the seat. She pulled her shield off and flung it over the side of the ship and strapped it down on the peg that held it. She gripped her large row and waited. As the sun peaked over the waters, rising, they were ordered to begin.
The crew heaved in unison - the grunting and then counting. After some time they broke out into a song, though Asgrid did not sing. She moved the row - having to put her entire body into it to move at the men's pace. Not another woman was on this duty. Several sat in the middle, chatting and laughing - singing too. She rowed - until her body began to tire. Her single row went slower than the others.
"Asgrid - keep up" Ysara stood and kicked Asgrid's foot. "Don't let the men show you up, eh?" she took a swig of her ale. "Thirsty?" she questioned and leaned down, waggling the stein infront of her. She laughed and then downed the rest of the ale. "Pick it up" she turned.
"Ah come on, let 'er be" One of the men spoke, he stood from the middle, to take Asgrid's place. Suddenly Ysara drew her axe and pointed it towards him.
"You question me?" She spoke and stepped closer. The man backed up slightly, his teeth grit.
"Kevail - it's okay" Asgrid spoke as she gave a grunt, rowing now. "I shall row faster" she spoke. "Odin will give me strength"
"I hope he will.." Ysara put her axe away and chuckled, she turned and tripped the boat's edge and watched the waters.
They only took a few breaks - with the sails and rows combined they made it to the docks of Odger. As they pulled up - a horn blew from the city, as a notification they had arrived. Ysara leaped from the ship as it pulled up - forcing the crew to tie it off and begin to load the goods. She came up to the Jarl, who stood awaiting them.
"Jarl Arne" she held a hand forward and grasped his arm. "My father has sent me"
"Ysara is it? A pleasure" he bowed his head and grinned. "Revna comes shortly, no fear"
"Of course of course" Ysara looked to her ships. "We will load off the weapons...?"
"Right there is fine" he pointed to a small shack near the docks. "Thank you, we are in your debt..."
"I'd say... you're not, Revna is the pay, is she not?" Ysara laughed then. "Asgrid - come, meet the Jarl"
Asgrid set a bundle of axes down at the shack and stepped to Jarl Arne, she bowed her head but said nothing.
"You are quiet" Arne chuckled "I remember when you were this big, eh?" he held his hand low, roughly 3 feet or so. "It is nice to see you again" he placed a hand upon her shoulder. he turned his gaze as Revna came, he held his hands up. "Wonderful!" he smirked. "Revna, meet Ysara Lokingsgard - daughter of Jarl Gravik Lokinsgard" he held his hand out. "And... Asgrid Stormcloak" he nodded his head, though it could be seen that he wasn't sure how exactly to introduce Asgrid.
Ysara slapped Asgrid's shoulder "Asgrid will be your handmaiden in your lovely home. She will tend to your every need, and her homestead will be written over to you as owner of house-Stormcloak, we will rewrite it to be in your name of course, so then House-Rygarsen. Asgrid - tell her of your wares" she looked to Asgrid, a sneaky smirk across her lip.
Asgrid felt a bubbling anger fill within her, but she swept it aside. She looked to Revna and swallowed deeply. "We own a blacksmith shop, Smithy Jorn Ode produces the finest goods, and 13 thrall miners who supply him. We have three thrall houses, 1 blacksmith and the House.." she lifted her gaze and nodded. "I... will" she paused and bit back a slight tear. "I will be your handmaiden" she spoke and smiled weakly.
"Settled then, welcome to Clan Freykavard" Ysara smiled and shook hands with the Jarl. "Jarl Arne, it would take us another day to return. Shall we stay and perhaps feast in this memorable exchange?" she smirked holding both hands up.
The Jarl went to speak but he paused, thinking briefly. "But of course.. our village is open to you, come." he had hesitated because he was told it would be a swift pick up. They did not want to make a scene about this, in truth it was a cowardly exchange. "Food, ale, a warm fire - come"
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Post by Blindside Tex on Nov 19, 2020 20:26:48 GMT -5
Revna stepped forward with her pack on her back as she looked to Ysara, she’d heard the name of the great Jarl that terrorized the lands around him. Taking spoils from the British isles, it was truly a story that was shared around the fires. Though the Jarl wasn’t painted in the best of light, some even thought that Odin was displeased with him for his actions. To hear that this was where she was to go caused her expression to fall slightly. “Ysara.” She nodded her head, her voice was soft spoken. Her hazel eyes turned to the other woman that stood with the Jarl’s daughter, her brows furrowed slightly and she tilted her head.
A young Revna ran through the city of Odger she giggled as she ran around the firepit in the center of town. “You can’t catch me, Asgrid!” She laughed playfully.
An arm came across her neck, clotheslining her easily. The laugher of a young boy filled her ears. Toke. “You think you’re so quick?” He snickered. “She could catch you if she wanted to, it’s really too easy. Isn’t it?” He grinned as he looked to a young barely six year old Asgrid.
Revna stood and brushed the dirt from her clothing. “You’re a lot bigger than I am Toke.” She stood with her hands on her hips. “Just wait until I’m older, hm?” She had tears in her eyes. “The oracle speaks of great things. What if I choose not to include you in those things?” She snapped slightly.
“Revna.” A beautiful woman came forward into the middle of town. “Ah the young Asgrid.” She bowed her head. “Your father is looking for you, child.” She then looked back to Revna. “Come, we’ve much to do, Revna.” She wrapped an arm around the small shoulders of her daughter.
Revna glanced over her shoulder as Toke offered to lead Asgrid to the long house a sigh came over her lips before she looked back ahead. There weren’t many children around her age in Odger, Asgrid was as close as it could get. Toke wasn’t the best to try to befriend, he was a good 7 years older than her and any time that she sparred with him he would knock her to her back. Revna would go home with bruises and cuts and her mother would threaten to go to the Jarl over the matter…
The young shield maiden seemed to be lost in thought as the memory played in her mind. Her hazel eyes pulled back to Yasara as the announcement was made the Asgrid would become her handmaiden…that her home would be signed over to Revna. Her brows raised as she fought to keep her mouth closed. She hadn’t expected to be given anything. Much less a home. Much less a handmaiden. Revna expected to be treated like dirt on the bottom of a shoe. Her brows pulled together slightly as she watched Asgrid reply. It was degrading the way that Yasara treated the woman. To force her to give up everything that she had, to become a maiden to serve her?
Revna drew in a breath as she watched Yasara shake hands with Arne. A pit formed within her stomach as the deed was complete. Though…Yasara didn’t seem to have enough. She glanced back to the woman as she requested to stay the evening and feast, her breathing increased slightly as she listened to Arne agree. Of course he did. He didn’t have a choice in the matter. “I….”
Toke slapped Revna across the back knocking the air from her lungs. “She meant to say thank you for your gracious welcoming into the Freykavard clan.” Toke grinned. “Yasara.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it, a smirk upon his lips. “I’ve heard of your plundering. Rather glorious tales. Shall we exchange stories?” Toke was always attracted to the woman with the most stature. He had always been that way, the more power he could hold the more drawn he would be to someone. Especially of the female variety. “Come, come, I’ll get you some ale.” He smirked as he led Yasara away.
Arne stepped away as well to gather goods for the feast, this left Revna staring at Asgrid. She still wore her leather pack upon her back, her shield hung from it. She looked as if she was ready for a pilgrimage. Revna took in a long breath and cleared her throat slightly. “You…uh…” She glanced to Yasara across the hall and to Toke, her eyes narrowed slightly. It was evident that she was not happy with this predicament. She bit her lip slightly. “Nice to meet you, Asgrid.” She spoke finally after a long moment of silence, her hazel eyes moved back to the woman once more. She held both of the straps of her pack as she stared to Asgrid for another moment, her eyes then tore away. “I’m going to go set this down then….since we are not going…” She drew in a long breath, her voice sounded frustrated.
There was a sound then. One that Revna knew quite well. The horn bellowed and filled the city with sound. The men and women that drank their ale stopped and lifted their weapons to arms. Revna quickly threw her pack off and gripped her shield. The young shield maiden rushed through the doors of the long house to see three ships approaching. Her heart began to flutter within her chest. The caw of a raven from above her caused her to lift her eyes to the sky. Odin. “Why….?” She questioned and shook her head. She rushed forward through the streets as enemies climbed upon their shores. Had they followed Yasara here? Angry with her Jarl. Perhaps they wanted their own revenge against the plundering that Freykavard did. Behind Revna the beautiful white wolf appeared as she rushed into battle. It’s fur was gorgeous and thick. The eyes glowed a devilish red.
Revna rounded a corner and was slammed back by a man that bore a red crest upon his leather. Another of the clans, Tyvarde. She grit her teeth as Freki leaped forward and bit down upon the man’s neck. Blood gushed out and soaked into the white fur of the wolf. Revna stood then as another man rushed forward. She slammed her shield into him, once….twice…three times before she brought her axe to the outside of his neck, nearly decapitating him with her strength. Blood splashed across her face. She let out a yell as she ran forward. “For Odin!!!” She cried as she slammed her axe into the back of another man. She then took off in a sprint toward her home. Her father. He was defenseless.
Revna charged forward with her wolf at her heels. She slammed her shield into the throat of a man that tried to attack her, slicing right into his jugular causing blood to spurt across the dirt. Snow had begun to fall as the battle commenced. Another caw came from the skies. Revna stopped in her tracks as she rounded a corner, her breath was stolen from her chest. “No….” She breathed as she staggered slightly. She was a woman in a dark dress, half her body was of bone, the other was as gorgeous as could be. Hel. “Father!” She cried as she sprinted once again. She slammed against the door of her home and rushed in just as one of the enemy fighters brought his axe down upon her father. “No!!” Revna screamed, she was slammed from the side by another Viking. “No!” Her eyes began to glow white. She thrashed against the man’s hold as she heard another hit of the axe upon her father.
Freki leaped forward and his jaws sank into the shoulder of the man that attacked her father. Snarls filled the home. Revna slammed her shield into the man that held her. She kneed him and then brought her axe into the side of his head, crushing his skull. Tears ran down her face as she rushed forward. Freki whined and then disappeared from sight as the young shield maiden came to her father’s side. Two deep gashes in his chest. “No…no father…” She choked as he looked to her with weak but frightened eyes. She fell to her knees at his side as she began to sob. “Father no…” She whimpered. She felt a hand upon her shoulder and she lifted her eyes. Hel stood next to her. The woman gave a pained smile to the girl before she gave a slow nod. Revna shook from the sobs that came over her lips as all sound seemed to leave. Darkness flooded the room and then…there was nothing. Hel was gone. Revna fell to her knees as she sobbed. She lifted her shield and she burst from the home.
Revna’s eyes filled with rage. She found the first enemy combatant and slammed her shield into him. She slammed again and again…until she was against a wall. “Why….?!” She screamed, tears still ran down her cheeks. “Why are you here?!” She brought her axe into his leg when he did not answer. She slammed her shield against him again. “Why?!”
The man let out a chuckle. “The Clan of Freykavard killed our Jarl. His daughter is here.” He spat blood in her face.
Revna screamed as she slammed the axe into the side of his head. She snarled and turned. She mowed down enemies until there were none left. When the sound of war left her ears she fell to her knees sobbing in the center of town. Only a few of the men and women of Odger fell in the battle…some stopped and looked to Revna. The white wolf of Freki stood before the woman, his glowing red eyes upon her. He nudged her gently and pressed his forehead against hers. After several moments the wolf disappeared once again, leaving Revna alone as the snow began to fall more heavily.
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Post by Raven on Nov 20, 2020 11:11:59 GMT -5
Asgrid looked to Revna - who seem to be lost in her thoughts. She lowered her gaze as Toke stepped forward and took Ysara away. She cleared her throat as they were left alone "Sure" she nodded, she turned to lead her to the boat and set her things down. Just as she turned she spied ships in the distance - her mouth dropped slightly, just as horns blew wildly. When she turned - Revna was already gone, headed up the pathway.
Asgrid reached forward and gripped her shield and axe. Several of her Freyka clan members stood next to her, their shields ready. She heard Ysara rush downward, Toke behind her. "Who's banners?!" Ysara shouted.
"Tyvarde" Asgrid called out. She could hear Ysara groaning behind her.
"Well, if they've come to play, let's give them a show!" She shouted. "I welcome a fight, Vahalla awaits!!" she shouted and gripped her own axe.
Asgrid could feel a swelling in her chest... Excitement. She had not battled in some time, only sparred and trained. With each passing day she was left at the city - she worked with their greatest warrior, who trained her personally; Bolvig. He was an older man now, but he lead Freyka through its most glorious of times. Bolvig would speak of his battles along side her father, and in many ways since Paetri was banished - Bolvig had been taking care of her. In that respect - no one knew technique quite like her.
As the ships docked - men came rushing forward. Asgrid grinned then and waited for them to come. A man approached with a two handed axe - he laughed as he swung it violently. She easily ducked to the side and turned her shield. She had added a metal sharpened edge on only one portion of the shield, so she could thrust it forward and slice. She sliced right at the back of his knee - causing him to buckle instantly. She took her axe and lodged it into the back of his neck, and then kicked him over as she pulled her axe out of his body.
She grinned as blood had splattered across her arm from it, it fueld her. A sort of viking rage filled within her - all of the pent up anger flooded. She leaped into the air for another, her shield blocking an axe - she used her weight to slam into the mans chest and push him down to the ground. She swung her axe and it pierced between his eyes, stuck in his skull. She pulled her axe out and slammed it into the dirt for a moment. Blood poured from his head - she reached down and placed her fingers onto his wound and then dragged her fingers from her forehead, above her left eye, down across her cheeks - his blood creating 3 bright red lines down her face.
As she did this - a man had watched and he stepped back and swung his axe. She easily rolled to the side, picking up her axe just in time. As she caught her self - crouched, she threw her axe and it slammed into his chest. He stumbled back as it was lodged in his armor, but still having cut him. She rushed forward then and tilted her shield, slicing - she cut his throat and spun swiftly, grasping her axe from his chest. She easily swung then into another, cutting his shoulder down. Then with another spin her shield sliced another, the strength of her shield also throwing him back into a spear that someone held.
She turned then as she heard out a cry - 3 men surrounded Ysara. She had two axes in her hands and she swung violently. She was thrown back - an axe lodging into her shoulder. She hit the ground and cried out. Asgrid rushed forward and swung low - slicing the heel of one man. She spun as she moved, putting all of her weight into a shield bash which slammed a man. She followed up the spin with a strong axe blow, it lodged into the mans shoulder and she let it go. She continued this fluid motion, using the momentum she had gathered up and spun once more. She tilted her shield and it sliced into the thigh of the third man. She easily tripped him and grasped a dagger from his own belt and flipped it in her hand. She stood over him as he had fallen - the air knocked out of his lungs. She stabbed downward and pierced his chest with his own dagger.
The man who had the axe in his shoulder stumbled backwards. Before he could go far - she grasped one of Ysara's axes and threw it - it swung forward and lodged into the center of his chest. He fell backwards and the axe in his back was lodged even further into his back.
As he fell - he was the last to stand. The rest had been defeated by both clans. She stood then and looked to Ysara - she stood over her for a long moment, but Asgrid did not help her up. She simply stepped away to retrieve her own axe. She slipped her axe in the holster on her thigh and stepped to the center of the town.
She approached Revna, who sobbed uncontrollably in the middle. She reached down and grasped the woman's arm and lifted her with ease. She stood infront of the woman and shielded her from anyone seeing anymore. "Come on" she whispered softly and lead her to the side of the great hall. "Are you hurt?" she questioned as she looked over her - but nothing was the matter. "What has happened?" Asgrid questioned with a soft and concerned voice.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Nov 20, 2020 11:49:00 GMT -5
OdinHelRevna felt the grasp of someone’s arm around her own as she fought back the flood of tears. She was lifted to her feet and she looked to see Asgrid through her tear blurred vision. She could feel the prying eyes pulling upon them, but Asgrid kept her shielded. She took in quick breaths as the woman led her to the side of the long house. She grit her teeth as she tried to fight her urge to cry. Her hazel eyes gazed up to the sky as the raven circled overhead. It cawed loudly before it landed upon the edge of the rooftop. The raven tilted its head and cawed once again. Are you hurt? The words broke her from her own thoughts. Revna turned her head to look to Asgrid, blood was splattered over her body, but she had not one scratch upon her. “No.” Her voice was soft, it still had a quake to it. She grit her teeth as she fought back the tears, she brushed a few from her face, further smearing the blood upon her skin. “I saw Hel.” She whispered her hazel eyes were focused in on Asgrid. Revna saw many of the gods through her lifetime. The oracle merely stated it was because she was blessed. But the oracle did not wish for Revna to speak of these sightings as she feared that Revna would be sent away from the city. It was considered dark magic to have such close contact with the gods. “The Tyvarde….took my father…” Her voice had shrunk even more. “He will not enter Valhalla…they took that from him.” She slammed her shield against the side of the long house as she grit her teeth. “All because of your Jarl.” She slammed her shield again. It was evident that she had quite an amount of pent up rage. As she did this the white wolf appeared. It came to her side and sat silently; its head tilted to the side slightly. A soft whimper came from the beast, his head sat at hip height to Revna, he was massive. Revna took in quick breaths as she gazed to Freki whom seemed to nod to her. The young shield maiden grit her teeth as she stared to the beast. He tilted his head back and let out a bone chilling howl that seemed to stop all sound within the village. Revna’s breathing shook as her eyes rolled back and she fell forward into the fresh snow where the wolf had sat just moments before. A dark cloaked figure stood a distance away at the edge of a cliff. Revna finally let out a yell that she had been holding in. She got to her feet and rushed forward only for the figure to disappear into a puff of black smoke. She skidded to a stop at the edge of the cliff that overlooked Odger. A raven flew from the cliff, cawing. “Odin!!!” She called after him, her voice full of pain.
“He will allow your father to enter. The men that killed him will not.” A woman’s voice spoke from behind her.
Revna turned and instantly fell to her knees as an overwhelming sense of dread filled her body. She could not breathe. She held her hands to her throat as the taste of blood filled her mouth.
Hel stood before her, a smirk upon her lips. “You were blessed by Odin and you speak out against him, child.” She cupped Revna’s cheek. “He has given Freki his most beloved wolf to you.” She knelt before Revna now, her deathly gaze did not break away. The dark space on her skeletal side sent shivers down Revna’s spine. “You’ve much planned for you child. Do not question it.” She lifted Revna then a dark smirk upon her lips. She held the front of Revna’s leathers as the woman continued to choke, blood ran from her lips. “Remember this pain. Do not question Odin again.” She then threw Revna over the cliff.
Finally she could breathe. Revna sucked in a breath only to scream as she fell backward off of the cliff. It felt as though time slowed. She reached up toward Hel whom stood overlooking the cliff, a smirk clear upon her expression, laughter filled the air. The gods did not play with humans often. This was a treat for Hel. Revna closed her eyes tightly as she braced herself for impact…for death? Then suddenly the rush of air around her vanished. She opened her eyes and coughed as she brushed the blood from her lips. Revna found that she was caught by Freki whom sluffed her off onto the snowy ground before he howled into the skies toward Hel.Revna sucked in a quick breath as she sat up, blood dripped from her nose. She was in her own home. She gazed over to where her father had laid for so long in his illness. It was cleaned. His body gone. The bodies of the other warriors gone as well. She stood quickly and stumbled, her hand pressed against the wall to steady herself. She could hear the sound of music as the village celebrated their win against the Tyvarde Clan warriors. Revna pulled on her cloak as she stepped outside into the blistering cold. She gazed about the city as she made her way to the sounds, the long house was alive with a feast. She pushed the door open and stepped in, several stopped to look to her though the festivities continued. She found Sigrid and stepped up to the woman. “Where…is he?” She questioned her voice trembled. Sigrid turned her eyes to the woman. She carefully pulled her into a hug. “Valhalla dear.” She gave a soft kiss to her forehead. She reached up and brushed the blood from her nose. “Rejoice.” “No Sigrid. Where is he?” Revna’s voice shook more now. “Why don’t you ask your new hand maiden? She seemed to take care of you when you were such a mess.” She cupped Revna’s cheek and searched her eyes. Revna drew in a breath as she turned away from her and she pushed through the crowd in search of Asgrid. She grit her teeth as emotions swelled within her once again. The howl of her wolf could be heard from outside the hall. Freki was rather sensitive to her emotions, he always had been.
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Post by Raven on Nov 20, 2020 13:07:17 GMT -5
Asgrid stood before the woman, she watched closely as suddenly the woman slumped forward. She reached forward and grasped her - though her eyes fell to see a large wolf next to the woman. She gasped briefly but then pulled her brows together. She wrapped an arm around the woman and lifted her. As she took several steps - one of her men rushed forward and grasped Revna with ease. He lifted her into his huge arms and followed Asgrid.
She was led by the wolf before her to the small home that she had spied Revna headed to previously. As she entered she felt a dark wave in the room... she lifted her gaze to the occupied bed.. to the dead men in the room. "Set her down" she spoke softly and pointed to the spare bed. The Freyka viking set Revna down and gazed to the murderous nightmare in the home. He did not hesitate - he grasped the legs of one of the dead on the floor and dragged him out.
It was customary to pool the dead onto the streets. A group of men would come with a wheel barrel and collect them and burn the dead out in the field... Soon all that was left in the room was the man - dead upon the bed. As she spied over him - she grasped the cold hand and placed it upon his chest respectfully. She turned her head as she heard someone step in. "Her father" a voice spoke, sighing softly. "I am a good friend of Revna.. Sigrid" she spoke and stood next to Asgrid.
"Asgrid" he lifted her gaze and sucked in a breath. "Cowards killed him in his sleep..."
"He was sick" Sigrid spoke softly. "He was a great man..."
"I will prepare him for a proper honoring.." Asgrid spoke and nodded. As Revna slept - she dressed the man into a set of war-clothing. She carefully painted his face, tended to his hair and even trimmed his beard... It took the rest of the day, but with help she hoisted him down to the docks.
The cleaning of the dead had finished - the sun had lifted high into the sky by now. The two clans drank and ate in the long house. Sigrid had worked with several others to prepare a sending boat. It was flooded with beautiful flowers, a perfetly build wooden spot to lay the body. It had wooden shields lining the sides, and a Odger flag flapping in the breeze...
The man was gently placed upon the boat and the boat was tied to the dock. "Shall we send him?" One woman spoke.
"Not without Revna, when she wakes... guard his body well, please" Asgrid spoke and walked up the trailside. As her boots crunched in the fresh snow - she trailed up to the home, where she saw Revna standing. She glanced to see her wolf, who had never left her side the entire time, howling next to her.
"Revna... You are awake" she smiled weakly. "Come... say goodbye to your father.." she spoke softly. By now people began to gather at the dock. A small group played the drums as Revna approached the docks. "I am sorry, Revna... I remember him briefly, he had such a nice.. smile" she spoke softly and then stepped aside for Revna to approach. Sigrid stood with a bow in hand, an arrow prepared. The entirity of the people stood silently, listening to the drums and soft singing of a single Tenor man.
He sang to the gods, calling for the Gates of Vahalla to welcome the dead. He sang to Odin, to Hel, for their blessings.... They waited for Revna to send him into the sea's, and set him in ablaze...
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Post by Blindside Tex on Nov 21, 2020 0:49:27 GMT -5
Revna had just stepped outside of the long house. Her boots crunched upon the fresh snow, the air put a chill in her lungs as she shivered slightly to Skadi’s breath. She reached and pet the top of Freki’s head as he came to her side. “Why has Odin gifted you to me, Freki?” It was a question that she’d asked the wolf since she was a small child. “I’m not someone of great stature...I can barely contain myself when it is my father that is killed...” She gave a soft sigh and then hugged her arms around her body. She heard the crunch of snow as someone approached. Asgrid’s voice reached her ears before her eyes fell upon the woman. Her lips parted to question where her father’s body was, but Asgrid answered it for her. He was at the docks. A true warriors funeral. She sucked in a breath and followed the woman silently, Freki at her heels.
She could feel the eyes of her clan upon her as she stepped forward. Her father, before his illness had been the one to lead the raids. He was the strength of their clan, the true spine of it. As Asgrid spoke of her father Revna’s eyes went to the woman and she remembered the brief interaction they had as children. “His smile would light the room, yes.” Revna replied, her voice small.
“Revna.” Sigrid spoke as she handed the bow to her. She pulled Revna into a tight embrace. “Send him to Valhalla.” She whispered into Revna’s ear.
Revna stepped back and gazed down to the bow. Her eyes lifted to the boat that her father lay upon, he looked so peaceful. Asgrid had done such a good job cleaning him up. His warrior paint upon his face, his leathers and an axe held upon his chest. Tears glazed her eyes as she stepped forward to the small boat. She brought her hand to it and ran her fingertips only the expertly crafted boat. She then began to push, and as she did several of the men of her clan gave a good heave to the ship and her father began to float out. “Odin will welcome you to drink ale with him father. You belong in Valhalla.” Revna spoke as she watched him float out into the vast river toward the mouth of the ocean. She turned and lit the arrow aflame. Her hazel hues gazed out over the water for a long moment before she notched the arrow and drew the string back. Her breath held in her chest and just as she loosed the arrow she exhaled. The arrow flew through the air swiftly toward the small boat that her father lay upon. As the arrow made contact flames began to lick along the boat. The flames danced about and quickly engulfed the boat and soon enough it glowed beneath the light of the nearly full moon.
“Valhalla!!” Several of the clan members shouted. The drumming increased. Revna stood, the bow held tightly within her hand, her breath in her chest shook. She stared to the ship, as if she expected to see something happen.
“Child.” A voice came from behind her. The old oracle had come down from her hut upon the mountain. “Even now the tides turn.” She took Revna’s hand into her own and led her away from the docks. “Come, come.”
“Oracle.” Ysara stepped forward and bowed her head. “What a pleasure to see you amongst the clan this evening.” She grinned to the old woman. “Could I trouble you for a reading?” She asked and searched the woman’s eyes.
The oracle had a grin split her lips, “Oh. You don’t want to know what I see child.” She then turned her eyes to Asgrid. “Ahhh young Stormcloak. Come.” She looked back to Ysara. “The gods have wished me to speak to these two.” She tilted her head. “When I am finished you may come, if you like.”
Revna gazed to Ysara whom seemed surprised that the old oracle took no interest in her at all. She turned and gazed to Asgrid as they were led forward through the city. The Oracle hummed happily to herself. “I see Freki has been quite active lately.” She glanced to the wolf that followed along behind them. “The more attuned you become, Revna, the more he will follow you to the end of this earth.” The oracle pushed into the small hut that was built within the city for her. It was a rare occurrence for the oracle to venture into the city. “Come.” She spoke
“Runa.” Revna spoke as she glanced to Asgrid. “Ysara will not be pleased. Perhaps you should speak to her first. She is the Jarl’s daughter...”
Runa grinned from ear to ear as she looked to Revna. She cupped her cheek and brushed a tear away from her cheekbone. “After all these years child, you have yet to learn many, many things. I’ve tried to teach you and yet you are still as wild and untamed as your wolf there.” Runa looked to Freki, her grin stayed upon her lips. “Yasara can request all she wants of me, but she is not of the gods child.” She turned to the fireplace and began mixing a few things into a pot before she placed it over the fire. “You, Revna. You are of the gods. Blessed by Odin, Ulfhilde.” She grinned wider if that was even possible. Freki let out a small howl like noise before he settled at Revna’s feet.
Revna sucked in a breath, her eyes looked to Asgrid. Runa had never brought anyone else in to participate with her conversations. “I try not to look for trouble, Runa.” She spoke and gazed back to the old woman whom laughed as she pulled the pot from the fire.
Runa poured two mugs and held them forward to the two women. “Drink. We will talk.” She motioned for them to sit. “It is not trouble that I speak and Arne will not allow troubles to befall me, in fact he would sooner defend me than allow that young brat to boss me around.” She smirked slightly.
“What is this?” Revna questioned as she sniffed it slightly. It was an herbal mixture of some sort.
Runa only smiled to her. “Does not matter child. It is for you, as it is for Asgrid. From the gods, bestowed upon me to give to you.” She leaned back in her chair. “Cherish it, and you shall see.”
Revna took her seat across from the oracle as she lifted the mug to her lips and drank from it. She wrinkled her nose slightly but forced herself to drink down the liquid. As she made it to the halfway point she began to feel a bit light headed. Revna blinked slowly as she tried to push the feeling away. Then she finished the glass. The oracle seemed to appear before her as the room moved about. “Good. Good there you are, child.” She took the mug from her. “Now.” She cupped Revna’s cheek. “Close your eyes dear, breathe.” Revna couldn’t fight against the pull, she sucked in a shaken breath and her eyes slipped shut.
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Revna woke in a town that she did not recognize. She stood in the center of town. There was a shrouded figure in the distance. “Oracle?” She questioned as she rushed forward. Her words bounced off of the homes. There were so many stairs to this city. She ran up the stairs trying to catch up to the figure, then suddenly she rounded a corner and slammed into someone, toppling to the ground. Revna gazed to the person that she’d knocked down. “Asgrid…?” She questioned. She blinked her eyes several times. “Are...you here? Or...are you not here?” Revna had never seen anyone besides the gods in her dreams before.
There was a caw from above them. Revna lifted her eyes to see the raven that flew up the stairs deeper into the village. “Where...are we?” She questioned as she stood and reached a hand down to help Asgrid. “We must follow Odin...he wants to speak to us...” Her voice sounded muddled as she turned and began to run up the stairs once again. Freki ran at her side a growl in his chest as they came to the door of the long house. The raven flew through the opened door and they stepped inside.
Revna blinked several times as she gazed around. The room was full of people. A ceremony. She furrowed her brows slightly as she walked forward, drums played. She gazed down and she was wearing the finest of Nordic dresses. She held a bouquet within her hands. She felt beckoned to walk forward and soon enough she stood before a shadowy figure that turned to her. Revna gazed up, her brows furrowed. Blood began to leak from the man’s eyes as he leaned forward to kiss her.
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Revna woke with a cry. Runa had laid her down upon the couch when she passed out. She sat up quickly as her chest heaved. Freki growled deeply before he nudged her. “What did you see child?” Runa questioned.
“I….” She blinked several times and shook her head. “Blood...so much blood...” She couldn’t get the sight of the shadowed man’s bloody eyes from her head.
Runa tilted her head slightly, “And you, Asgrid?” She questioned as the woman came to.
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Post by Raven on Nov 22, 2020 12:36:13 GMT -5
Asgrid was quiet during the launch of the boat. Along side this man - several others that had fallen were pushed moments later. There was roughly 14 small boats, loaded with flowers and the like. They lead outward, Revna's father in the lead. As the arrows were shot and they were lit ablaze - there was a long moment of silence. A gust of cold wind pushed past them and the fires flickered now in the distance, like floating stars over the lapping ocean. She sucked in a breath and turned as the people mourned, and many left.
Asgrid turned as a voice came, following behind Revna. Her boots crunched in the snow, and as she glanced up - flecks of snow fell even now. The moon was high - full and bright, lighting a path before them. Each breath she let out created a mist before her, rising into the air. She turned her gaze to Ysara who approached, her cheeks pink and rosy from ale.
Asgrid gave a slight chuckle to the Oracle's response and eyed the woman as she followed behind. Ysara stood in her place and grit her teeth, before stepping away to the long house once more. Asgrid's crystal blue hues glanced to the wolf - Freki. She could feel his ominous presence, and somehow it brought her comfort and discourse at the same time. She followed the Oracle and Revna into the small home. She pushed back the leathers that hung as the door and stepped over, standing in the center of the room and observing.
Asgrid had heard of Runa before - a legendary Oracle. Oracle's were rare now these days, her Clan did not have one. She bowed her head to the oracle and took the warm cup into her hand and smelled it for a long second. She raised a brow and followed suit - taking several long sips. She stopped briefly and let out a slight cough - the world moving now. She looked to Revna who forced herself more, and so she did the same. The Oracle nodded to her - urging her to drink more.
Asgrid stumbled slightly and set the cup down on a small wooden table. She moved so that she sat on the ground, upon several layered leathers. She lulled her head back and let out a long sigh, her eyes rolling back as she did.
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She suddenly opened her eyes and fought for breath - her body slashing about. She was sinking, and only darkness surrounded her. Her blonde hair float upward slightly as she sunk further and further, only water surrounded her - salty, cold water. She stopped to take in the moment - she saw boats floating over her, rushing by. Several boats - a wake behind their rows that crashed into the ocean as it rushed forward.
Suddenly she was gripped. A figure was before her, with brown hair sprawled all about. She reached forward and gripped the arm of the woma who she made out to be Ysara. She fought her arm and with another hand she gripped the axe in Ysara's hand and wrenched it from her. Bubbles flowed upward with the thrashing, the fighting for breath as her lungs felt like they were cracking. She heaved and the axe lodged into Ysara's chest, with both legs she kicked the woman back. Blood came from the wound, floating in a stream before disappating in the salty sea.
She watched Ysara grow lifeless - her arms and legs spreading outward, floating several feet above her. Yet Asgrid continued to sink - until soon all she saw was the dull body in the distance. The ships crossing the water like shadows. The sun peaking through the waves - just lost rays in the darkness.
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Asgrid suddenly gasped for air - several gaping breaths, as if she had been under the water this entire time. She coughed wildly and gripped her chest. She looked to the Oracle - fear in her eyes...
'And you, Asgrid?' The Oracle's voice was dampened, as if she still fell into the depths. Her eyes searched the old woman frantically and she sucked in another breath, it hurt to breath - her lungs felt pierced.
"I was sinking into the depths of the ocean, Ysara dead above me, and I falling further" she shook her head. "W-what does this mean?" she gasped for air once more. "I shall kill Ysara, but die even still?" she slowly stood, though her balance was off. The Oracle reached forward and steadied her. She turned her gaze to Revna - her crystal eyes still wide with shock.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Nov 22, 2020 14:24:05 GMT -5
Revna’s breathing began to slow as she calmed from the vision. Freki had his head upon her leg, his eyes gazed up to her as she focused on calming herself. Runa had a bit of a smile upon her lips as Asgrid spoke of the ocean and Ysara. She tilted her head slightly. “Ah, no you will not die child.” She placed a hand upon her shoulder gently. She stepped away and began brewing something else. “These visions are quite strong, it is good to see you wake so easily from it, Ulfhilde has experienced the visions quite often, even without the induction of herbs offered by Odin himself.” She glanced over her shoulder to Revna whom lowered her eyes slightly, racking her brain of the vision that she had. Runa seemed to smile a bit more as she watched the young shield maiden. “You will be born anew, Asgrid.” The oracle walked back over to Asgrid and helped to sit next to Revna. “Now…Ulfhilde.” She looked to Revna with knowing eyes. “Tell me of your vision child.”
Revna lifted her hazel eyes to the old Oracle as the woman moved back to the hearth and began to pour two new cups of a tea. She returned and handed the two women each a mug. Revna sipped from it and let out a long breath, the tea was calming, it allowed her to focus. “I walked to the alter to be bound to a man. I was in a strange city, one with many stairs.” She glanced to Asgrid, “I assume this is the city that your clan belongs to.” She took a sip from her mug once again, her eyes were hazy slightly from the drugs that the oracle had given her. She felt as though she was riding on a cloud. “The man at the alter was shadowy…as they usually are…” She looked to Asgrid. “You…were there. Clear as day.” She sucked in a breath as she focused upon the vision. Her hazel eyes fluttered slightly as she hugged the mug of tea to her chest.
“Focus.” Runa spoke her gaze upon Revna. She sat across from the two.
Revna’s eyes opened a bit more and she had more of an alert posture as she shifted herself slightly. She took another sip. Her body felt drained of its energies. “The man at the alter I assume is the Jarl’s son…” She closed her eyes for a long moment. “His eyes were bleeding…” She whispered then as if she was visualizing it once again.
Runa tilted her head to the woman, her eyes focused. “And, what does that mean, Revna?” She had a knowing smile upon her lips.
“Loss.” Revna opened her eyes once more, she looked to Runa and then to Asgrid. “He will lose his sister, undoubtedly…the gods have spoken to you Asgrid.”
A grin split Runa’s lips. As much as the woman wouldn’t admit it, she had been teaching Revna the ways of the Oracle and the magic that she practiced since Revna was a small child. Just old enough to understand, and even before then most likely…the Oracle cherished the young shield maiden that was blessed by the gods. “That is exactly it.” The oracle then looked to Asgrid. “I told Ysara that she would not like what I have seen. I too saw her fall into the waters surrounded by her own blood. But I did not visualize you clearly, child.” She looked to Asgrid. “Now it is clear. You do not kill her out of hate. It is not a war that causes such a death. It is a selfish act of the Jarl’s daughter. She is a spoiled brat is she not? Entitled to her power. Hungry of it.” Runa smirked, she knew much for a woman that was not around the other clan at all. But, then again that was to be expected of such a highly favorable oracle. “I’ve seen the pain that child will bring to the world, our village was attacked…and it was due to her own plundering.” She clicked her tongue and shook her head.
Revna sucked in a breath, she seemed to be fighting to stay awake. Freki looked to her from where he sat, the wolf grumbled slightly and stood, he yawned and glanced to Runa before his eyes fell upon Asgrid. The wolf then walked around the two and toward the door where he faded like that off a fog into the shadows. Revna scrunched her brows, “But Runa….if Asgrid is to kill Ysara…” She took in a breath and looked to Asgrid. She grit her teeth slightly. “What is it that causes such violence?” She looked back to the oracle.
Runa only returned a smile. “Child.” She drew in a breath as she stood. “The ways of the gods are not to be questioned. You know this, Ulfhilde.” She chuckled lightly. “Now. You must go drink ale for your father to send him off to Valhalla with pride, child.” She grinned and took the mugs from the two.
Revna gazed to Runa another moment and nodded. The oracle was right. To question the gods was foolish. Question or not, the gods had decided. She looked to Asgrid then as she walked from the hut. She pushed the leathers to the side and gazed up to the fresh thick snowflakes that fell from the skies and caught in her dark chocolate hair. “Skadi has come earlier this year.” She spoke and gazed over her shoulder. “Is it cold…there?” She asked. She had no idea how far away the village was. She walked forward toward the long house where everyone had congregated.
“Revna!” Toke cheered to her as he stepped forward with a stein of ale. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. He shoved the stein against her chest and gave a tight squeeze to her. “Drink. For Valhalla. For your father! For the dead. For victory!” He threw his hand up and cheered, several others around them that were paying attention cheered as well.
Revna coughed slightly, he had slammed the wooden stein against her chest a bit roughly. The ale had splashed from the stein upon her leathers and furs. She sighed slightly as she gripped the mug. “You shall drink too, Asgrid. Drink in victory.” She gave a smile. “My father would like that very much. Thank you for everything that you did for him. He…looked better than when he was alive. He had been so ill.” She took a drink of the ale then.
Arne approached and looked to Revna, he looked around the room and he nodded to her. “Your father was one of the strongest fighters that we’ve ever had to lead our warriors into battle, Revna.” He held his stein forward and clanked it together with hers. “To Valhalla.” He nodded again his eyes looked to Asgrid. He still didn’t seem to know what to make of her, what to say or even do. The Jarl walked away then through the crowd, chatting with many.
Revna was approached by many of her clan members. Many hugged her and offered her ale. Ale after ale the petite shield maiden began to stagger. She wasn’t normally one to drink much. Her cheeks were flushed pink. She laughed joyously amongst her clan, as if tomorrow would never come. As if she would not have to leave her life and everything that she loved behind. She danced to the beat of the drums with her clan members and she sang. Eventually though as some began to wander off to their homes for the night Toke wrapped his arm around her waist. “Come on then.” He led her along and over to Asgrid. A grin split his lips. “She isn’t normally this much to handle. She is rather mellow for a true Viking.” He chuckled.
Revna laughed drunkenly as she pat his chest. “Mellow? Eh?” She stumbled and he caught her by her shoulders. “I’m not mellow.” She nearly fell forward.
Toke wrapped his arms around her and raised his brows as he held her against his chest. Revna hit his arm and laughed. “She isn’t normally like this.” He spoke and shook his head. “But she deserves it. Her father’s death has been coming for a long while, but to lose him in such a way…” He sighed lightly. “You can get her home well enough, Asgrid?” He asked, offering his help if she needed it. He carefully pushed Revna forward into Asgrid.
Revna leaned heavily against Asgrid, giggles came over her lips. “He doesn’t know me….” She scoffed as more laughter came over her lips. “What if I am a handful eh?” She hugged onto Asgrid her forehead pressed against the woman’s neckline. She hummed lightly as she began to sing another song of the dead, of celebration of Valhalla.
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Post by Raven on Nov 22, 2020 19:28:12 GMT -5
Asgrid's brows pulled together tightly as Runa spoke of her rebirth. She thought for a long moment "Didn't feel, or look much like rebirth" she spoke as she crossed her arms briefly. Though her tense nature relaxed as the tea was offered to her. She took a hesitant wiff of the tea and then a sip... meanwhile her hues looked to Revna as she spoke of her vision. The more the two talked - the more she felt a little left out. Whatever Revna was - it was beyond her. Though, it appeared the woman didn't quite embrace the gift of the gods. She felt an overwhelming jealousy within her in that moment. What she would do with such gifts...
Asgrid was lost in her thought as the story was told, she snapped to in the end and returned her tea, hardly touched. "Ysara is the son Gravik never had. His true son - Jonvar - is not powerful and strong like his father. He takes after his mother, who died of illness years ago... he doesn't show his face much around the clan - as he puts his family to shame.." she spoke and stepped forward, a hand calmly relaxed on the top of her axe about her side. "The marriage is just to seal the deal with the clans, and nothing more. I wouldn't put it past Gravik to kill Jonvar after..." she sucked in a breath.
It was not much longer that they were ushered out, the Oracle had performed her service to them. Some revelation of the future, though the dream only brought her confusion. She was not as attuned to the gods as them, and their ways and communications were lost to her. She pressed her lips into a thin line as her thoughts mumbled on, their steps crunched over the snow. Though her thoughts briefly broken - she answered the questions. "We live on the mountain side, the village of a thousand steps" she chuckled "And cold, yes.. quite so" she glanced to the woman to catch her reaction...
It was getting late - and in truth she was tired. The travel there, the fight, she hadn't much time to rest in between it all. She forced a weak smile and entered the long house with Revna.
The room was welcoming to her, Toke taking her in instantly. Asgrid found herself sitting at one of the wooden tables. She held her ale, yet she did not take a simple sip. Something tugged at her mind, and even her soul. Some kind of looming darkness, she couldn't tell if it was around her, or within her. She glanced up every now and again to see Revna dancing - happily smiling amongst her people. The people who even cherished her. They celebrated life and death, the coming and going of the tides..
"Asgrid - much is on your mind" one of her Clansman sat across from her with a chunk of bread in his hand. He ripped it in half and offered a bit to her, to which she took graciously.
"Rolke" She tipped the bread to him and took a bite.
"You are too much like your father" he smirked and took a bite of his own. He was a little older than the usual, but was large - and known as a strong and tactical fighter. "You let all of this get trapped up here" he tapped his temple and smirked. "You must let it all go" he sipped on his ale and let out a quenching sigh.
Asgrid chuckled and leaned back slightly, her eyes looking out over the people. "I guess so" she muttered and looked forward, placing her chin on her hand now.
"Some people thought his mind stopped him from his rule" Rolke spoke, his hand stroking his braided beard slightly, brushing the crumbs from its grip. "I'd say the opposite, his ruling stopped his mind often" he smirked. "But it also stopped his life - years passed and his smile faded. His will power dying away like the frost over the little crops" he stood then and grasped her hand, pulling her up. "Come on, you cannot be a copy of him. You must be you. The young Asgrid I knew years ago" he twirled her suddenly, the music seem to grow louder as everyone joined in wild dance.
Asgrid laughed briefly, as much as she really didn't want to. She gave in to his command. She danced, she laughed, she drank. Though, when the night came to its end - she was not nearly as drunk as the rest. When the room died down - she was presented with Revna, Toke pushing her forward.
Asgrid quickly grasped Revna, who nearly took them both to the ground. She fought to balance her, with a weak smile across her face. "She will make it back just fine..." she spoke and turned her head slightly, gazing to the woman who forced Asgrid to hold her up entirely. "By the Gods" she muttered and wrapped an arm around the woman's waist, hoisting her practically. She opened the front door with her shoulder and stumbly - led the woman up the pathway. "If you throw up - just do it away from me, eh?" she ushered her along.
Soon they came to her home and she practically threw the woman onto the bed... She quickly fetched a wooden bucket and set it down next to the bed... Asgrid's hues looked over the woman and she sighed slightly. Moments later she knelt before the stone fireplace a lit the flame, a gentle crackle filling the room of the flame, warming the small home swiftly. She then put a pot of water over, letting it boil so she could make some tea. After a moment she finally sat - just a few feet before the flame - on the ground. She brought her knees up to her chest and leaned her chin on her knee caps, taking in the warmth....
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Post by Blindside Tex on Nov 22, 2020 22:56:49 GMT -5
Revna leaned heavily against Asgrid, another bit of laughter came over her lips. Toke smirked slightly as he looked to Asgrid. “Truly, she won’t be this difficult to handle often.” He winked. “Thank you for taking care of her.” He spoke and gave a nod, “She’s the little sister I never quite had.” He chuckled and then sighed softly. His own cheeks were pink. “I uh...I’m going to miss her.” He spoke before he turned and walked away.
Revna swayed as Asgrid moved her along, the only thing keeping her upright was Asgrid’s grip around her waist. Revna’s hand gripped over the woman’s fingers, she laughed lightly. It was quite clear that this wasn’t something that she was used to. Revna leaned her head against Asgrid’s shoulder. “No...no, no no...I’m fine...I won’t...” She giggled again. A few that walked through the streets looked to the two as they made their way through the town.
She groaned as Asgrid offloaded her onto the bed. Revna’s world spun as she finally lay flat. “The world….it’s still moving...” She whispered. She grit her teeth slightly. The young shield maiden didn’t say on her back long before she sat up with her hands upon her knees. She watched as Asgrid built the fire and as she sat before it. After sometime Revna made her way across the room, she stumbled a bit but she made it. She sat down heavily next to Asgrid and smiled to her, like that of an old friend. She had a light behind her smile that not many carried. A nature that was beaten out of those that saw much death from the wars. Revna looked to the fire, a soft smile upon her lips still. “I know that...” She furrowed her brows slightly. “Most are uncomfortable with the oracle. She frightens them.” She turned her hazel eyes to the fireplace. The warmth felt incredible.
“Runa trusted you, bringing you there. Showing you a much stronger magic of the gods than most are allowed to see.” She closed her eyes then, her world was still spinning about from the amount of ale she had consumed. She’d never drank so much. “My….mother...” She spoke quite softly. “She was convinced that I was the daughter of Odin himself. Bestowed upon us. I’ve never understood what it is that is wanted from me.” She pulled her knees to her chest and rest her head upon her arms as she gazed to Asgrid. “But I do know one thing that I have been told. I am destined to do something great...and...I am supposed to have someone at my side to do that.” She smirked slightly. “It may be the ale speaking, Asgrid. But I’ve never seen anyone in my visions so vividly as I saw you. Perhaps you are the guide that I have been awaiting? Perhaps the drowning that you witnessed in your vision...was just a vision from the gods to show that change is coming.” She spoke with wise words. Her eyes lulled closed a moment.
“You see. These visions from the gods. What we see in them.” A bit of a smile curved up her lips. “It isn’t the exact reality. Why would Odin want us to see our future as pristine as the mountains? If we could simply gaze into the perfect future, would we not tamper with it?” She questioned and opened her eyes once again, though her head stayed upon her arms. “If you look at the vision in a...different way, a less literal way….you will find that the drowning represents rebirth yes. A new chance. A new beginning. The death of Ysara. It can be seen as distancing. Growth from Ysara. The vision of killing someone, anyone for that matter does not mean that you will kill them. Runa likely saw a similar vision. When her magic is peaked by emotions of the people. Much of the time with war...she will see many, many visions. She saw my father killed in battle. She saw an axe to his chest, blood everywhere.”
Revna gazed back to the fire once more. Her eyes lulled slightly again. “But he was not wounded in such a way. He was poisoned. But it was a poison that hurt his heart.” She paused a long moment, her eyes a bit glassy. She hadn’t spoke much about Runa’s visions to anyone. Runa didn’t share her visions with many people outside of the Jarl. “But Runa saw an axe embedded into his chest. You see?” She questioned and looked to Asgrid once again.
Revna drew in a breath and offered a warm smile. She let out a soft laugh, it was almost as if she was uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to talking about Oracle magic and that of the gods with anyone but Runa. “There is much to your future that must be unraveled. There is much to my own future that I do not understand. Our oracle knows many things, yet even the visions that Runa sees are not entirely clear...what you had was some of the magical herb from deep within the Gro mountains that only Runa uses. It’s pretty...special that she allowed you to use it.” Revna gave a light laugh, she was sobering up a bit, but still far from sober.
“I uh...I believe that things will get better.” She spoke as she looked back to the fire. “What Ysara did. Forcing you to give your home to me.” She shook her head then. “I don’t believe in it. But she did it in front of the Jarl and she’s the Jarl’s daughter….” Revna sighed heavily. She closed her eyes once again as she drew in a long deep breath. “I will make it right, Asgrid.” She promised with a soft smile as she lay back. As she did so Freki appeared curled around her like a warm fluffy pillow. He gave a delighted grumble as he pressed his nose against her shoulder before he looked to Asgrid with his big icy eyes. The vengeful red glow was not present, representing that Revna was at some level in peace with the moment.
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Post by Raven on Nov 23, 2020 12:42:36 GMT -5
As Revna spoke - Asgrid stood and stirred the small pot of tea, soon she poured two mugs and took hers into her hands. She let the steam rise and seep into her pores, before taking a gentle sip. She listened to Revna's speech, the slurred words of the woman, who continued onward. Her brows were pulled tightly, and finally she stood and brushed her knees off. "Right" she simply replied with and grasped her axe. She sat atop a box, with a whetstone in her hand and she sharpened the edge of her axe while the woman continued.
She stopped for a moment and looked up, her hands squeezing the stone for a second before she relaxed. "Ysara will pay" she spoke through her teeth and then sharpened once again. "The little bitch thinks she can humiliate me, destroy my honor - well" she pounded the ground with the bottom of the axe. "There is honor to destroy, but by Odin's breath, I will take back what was mine, and make her and her father pay with blood" she slid the axe away. "Now... rest" she spoke and promptly left the building.
She found herself hovering over a pile of logs. She placed them onto the choping block and slammed her axe downward, splitting the logs perfectly into quarters. She put her anger into this, until she had a pile up to her hip of logs.. As she had cut - a few people came and picked up a few logs for their own home. And soon the village was asleep...
Asgrid found herself sitting atop a long, her leg perched up and axe still in one hand. She looked up to the flickering stars. She glanced downward to see the Oracle standing outside, looking up to Asgrid. Slowly Asgrid stood and then turned, stepping inside into the home. She tossed another log into the fire and found self on the couch of leathers - piled onto a wooden frame. She threw her legs up on the arm rest of it and her arms behind her head and swiftly fell asleep...
She did not dream - rarely she did. She opened her eyes when morning came - a deep horn echoing. It was the horn of her people, to wake and gather for the ships... She stood and stretched. Her eyes fell to a basket by the door - fruits and bread was dropped off by someone... She stepped over and lifted the basket and grasped a bit of bread and took a bite. Asgrid stood and stepped over and nudged Revna "Get up" she spoke and then she gathered her axe and shield.
Asgrid did not wait too long, but eventually Revna came out. "Time to go, say good bye" she spoke and took another bite of bread and walked down the path. "Meet me at the docks when are done, don't take too long" she grunted and stepped towards the docks.
Ysara stood at the docks - shouting orders. "Ah, Asgrid" she turned. "My sweet puppet, where is Revna, hm?" She questioned.
"She will be here in a moment... no need to fret" she spoke and tossed her shield onto the boat and stepped back.
Ysara gave a grunt and then shuffled away. Moments passed the Jarl Arne stepped forward. He smiled as he looked to Asgrid and held his arm forward. Asgrid gripped it and smiled "Until next time, Arne" she smirked.
"I looked forward to seeing you again" he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "And next time when you are Jarl" he leaned back and gripped her hand with his other. "When you are ready, you tell me..." he bowed his head and stepped away, saying good bye to several others. Just as Arne stepped away, Toke approached with Revna in tow.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Nov 23, 2020 13:40:12 GMT -5
Revna sat up from Freki and took the tea. She inhaled deeply and took a long sip as she watched Asgrid. The standoffish nature of the woman. She didn’t seem to accept anything that Revna had just stated. She frowned slightly, though she shook her head, the ale. She would blame the ale. Revna was certain that she didn’t make any sense since she was so drunk. Even though she had sobered some, she knew her words were slurred. She knew that she must sound like a drunken lunatic. She was no oracle. Who was she to speak in place of Runa about the visions? She lifted her hazel eyes to the woman as she sharpened her blade. The anger in her voice. Revna raised her brows slightly. She furrowed her brows as she was left alone without the ability to reply to Asgrid as the woman had promptly left.
Freki growled slightly and then whined at Revna. “It’s okay, Freki.” She spoke as she turned to push herself to her feet. The world began to spin as she’d moved too quickly. She felt the nose of the wolf beneath her ribs as he pushed up against her to steady her. Revna stumbled forward to the bed she grasped the bucket and heaved into it. Tears formed in her eyes. Perhaps the tea had caused her upset. Too much ale most likely. She went through phases of heaving into the bucket for the next few hours until she had finally sobered up and the poison of the ale had been expelled from her system. Revna weakly took the bucket outside into the cold and dumped it into the running stream near her home. She washed the bucket as shivers ran through her body.
When she finally returned to her bed she nearly collapsed into it. It felt as though the moment she closed her eyes she was roughly nudged and told to get up. Revna’s eyes blinked open slowly, the sunlight filtered into the home. She rubbed her face and sat up slowly, her head pounded. She winced slightly as she got to her feet. “Good morning…” She whispered, though Asgrid’s demeanor didn’t make her comfortable at all. Perhaps she had said something she should not have. She couldn’t remember much of the night. “I…” She went to speak as Asgrid walked away from her. Revna pressed her lips together in a line and then let out a long drawn out sigh. Freki was no where to be found this morning. She felt exhausted. Her eyes were difficult to keep open. She shielded her eyes slightly from the sun that seemed to pierce her skull.
“Revna.” Sigrid rushed over and wrapped her arms around her. “I’m going to miss you so much friend.” She kissed her cheek and then squeezed her more tightly.
Revna groaned slightly but she returned the hug. “I’ll miss you Sigrid. Thank you for everything. I could not have survived this last year without you.” She gave a gentle smile.
Sigrid tilted her head slightly as she stepped back from the hug. “Ah. The ale got you good didn’t it?” She smirked. “Come.” She took Revna’s hand and led her through the city and to her own home. “You’ve time right?” She chuckled as she threw together herbs to a tea that would remedy the hangover.
Revna sat at the table, a soft smile upon her lips. “What will I do without everyone of Odger?...I do not know these people…” She sighed, her voice sad.
“You will thrive. That’s what you have always done. Even with the loss of your mother, you grew stronger, Revna. Losing your father…at least you were able to send him off eh?” She handed the mug forward.
“Yes…at least I have that.” She took a long drink of the tea.
Sigrid smiled to her as she sat across from her at the table. There was a heavy knock from the door. “Revna? Are you in there? Sigrid!” Toke called through the door, he sounded irritated.
Sigrid rolled her eyes, “Yes, yes come in Toke.” She called.
Toke pushed the door open and crossed his arms as he stood next to the table. “What do you think you’re doing? Eh? Are you trying to start a war with Ysara? You belong to them now, don’t you remember that? Your Jarl has given you to their clan to keep us from war. Don’t keep them waiting.”
Revna drew in a breath. Toke was back to his big brother asshole ways. She glanced up to him as she took a long sip from the mug. “If I’m so important, why don’t they find me themselves? A little scavenger hunt.” She smirked to him.
Toke grit his teeth and shook his head. “Now. Revna.” His voice was forceful.
Revna raised a brow and glanced to Sigrid, a chuckle came over her lips. “He thinks he can boss me around? I’m not even of his clan. Oh…and you’re forgetting something.” She stood, a smirk upon her lips. “Aren’t I to be the wife of the Jarl’s son?” She gazed up to him with her hands upon her hips.
Toke grumbled and grasped her arm. “Come, Revna. Stop playing silly games. You have to go. You know this.” He led her from Sigrid’s home.
Revna roughly pulled her arm from Toke’s grasp. “I can get myself, thank you.” She smirked to him. “I’m capable of walking without being dragged along like an animal.”
Toke rolled his eyes and glanced back to her, “Keep up then.” He shook his head slightly.
“Revna!!” A small boy rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Revna please don’t go.” He had tears steaming down his cheeks. “What will we do without you and Freki?”
Revna knelt down and hugged the boy to her chest. “Shh.” She soothed him. “You do not need me to be a strong warrior.” She smiled to him as she released him enough to look into his eyes. “You’ll see. The next time I see you Flaka you will be as strong as an ox, if not more. You’ll out wield me on the axe. You’ll make Odin proud.” She hugged him again.
“Revna.” Toke stood several paces away with his arms crossed over his chest. “Come on.”
The young boy Flaka released Revna and looked to Toke. “I was saying goodbye Toke!” He called and then ran off.
Revna chuckled as she stood. She shrugged as she got to his side. “What can I say, the people of the clan adore me.” She smirked to him. She was more adored than Toke. But then again her demeanor was much better.
Toke grumbled slightly and shook his head. “If Ysara is angry with you, you’ll have to explain yourself.” He replied with a bit of a raised brow as they finally made their way to the docks.
Arne paused and pulled Revna into an embrace. He nodded to her. “You will do well.” He searched her eyes a moment before he walked away.
Toke stepped forward. “Ysara, I rounded up, Revna for you. She was too caught up in saying her goodbyes to realize that it was time to leave.” He laughed and then smiled to Ysara, clearly trying to swoon her.
“You’ve a bit of broccoli in your teeth there, Toke.” Revna spoke as she stepped forward and pointed to him. “Not very attractive.” She smirked then before she looked to Ysara. “I have my pack, my shield and my axe, Ysara.” She searched the woman’s eyes. “I am sorry to have kept you waiting. But I am ready now. Where would you like me?”
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Post by Raven on Nov 24, 2020 19:43:26 GMT -5
Ysara looked to Toke as he came, she tilted her head and grinned "Well, watch you - I might take you back with me as my own plunder" Ysara spoke and gripped Toke's arm, pulling him in really close for a brief moment. She took in his breath and then shoved him back playfully. She turned as Revna spoke, she chuckled and stepped over to the longship, she put a foot on the ledge and looked to the men who took their place. "You sit in front" she pointed to a stood, which was above the first ore, where Asgrid sat. "No land owner rows like a bastard child of a grunt" she laughed and shoved Asgrid slightly as she stepped onto the ship.
Asgrid stumbled slightly but caught her stepping, she stood her seat at the ore and pulled two long leather straps out. She wrapped her hand, weaving it through her fingers and around her thumb - to protect from blisters.
"My brothers! We shall return home" Ysara spoke and stood at the horn of the bow, she looked to Arne - to the small city and then lifted her horn - she blew loudly and the long boats shoved from the dockside and the paddles all lifted. Water dripped from the ores at they stayed in the air, and with another blow of the horn - the paddles hit the water in unison, a splash and clap from their attack. They began to row, the main sail dropping swiftly and they caught wind.
Ysara stood for a while - looking outward to the sea, until she turned. Her arm grasped the decorated horn and she looked to Revna. "Revna, tell us a story of your people, hm?" she spoke and sat down, eyeing the woman as she grinned to her.
Meanwhile, Asgrid rowed in unison with the others. No one spoke much - the sweet scent of the ocean, the lapping off the waves against the boat, and the ores were a rhythm she enjoyed. She lifted her gaze slightly as Ysara requested a story. Part of her was curious ~ what would Revna say?
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Post by Blindside Tex on Nov 24, 2020 20:10:43 GMT -5
Revna watched the interaction between Ysara and Toke and she kept herself from rolling her eyes. She wanted to tell Ysara that every woman that Toke spoke to he treated the same, so long as they had a high standing. But then again, she imagined that Ysara did the same. Revna glanced to the long boat as Ysara told her to sit in the front of it. She drew in a breath, her eyes looked to Asgrid as the next words came from the Jarl’s daughter’s lips. A bit of a shake of her head. She knew better than to speak out against Ysara. Though, she wanted to. But what was done, had been done. There was no going back from this. She had reached a hand forward and grasped onto Asgrid’s shoulder as she was shoved onto the boat. Revna glanced to Arne and Toke whom stood at the dock. The Jarl looked to her with an almost knowing expression. She wondered what he had said to Asgrid. She gave a nod to the Jarl and he returned one to her.
Revna took her seat, her pack between her legs, her shield rested on top of it. She glanced to the waters and bit her lip slightly. She had never left Odger. Her father had always said to her, ‘When you’re a little older.’ Well, he said that until he was ill. Then, she had to take care of him. Revna’s eyes caught Sigrid that stood on the docks as they pushed off. The blow of the horn broke her from her thoughts. She looked to the familiar faces, the familiar buildings. The things that she knew and loved. Soon enough it would all be a distant memory. Revna leaned against the curved bow of the ship and closed her eyes slightly. She had so many emotions. Why had Arne chosen to trade her off? Wouldn’t any other maiden do? Why would he do this to his clan? Her thoughts once again were broken as Ysara addressed her.
The young shield maiden lifted her gaze, her hazel eyes looked to the grin upon the Jarl’s daughter’s lips. She stared for a long moment before she gave a silent nod. She could feel the eyes of the others upon her, her eyes met Asgrid’s for a moment. “The people of Odger as known to fight for Odin’s blessings.” She began, her voice was soft.
“I can’t hear you.” Ysara held a hand to her ear, a smirk upon her lips.
Revna grit her teeth slightly. She didn’t like being in the spotlight. In fact, she kept out of it as much as she could. “I will tell you a story of the Great Illack War.” She spoke louder and drew in a breath. It was evident on her expression that she wasn’t thrilled with storytelling. “You may have heard of it. Perhaps.” She tilted her head slightly and leaned back against the bow once again. “The people of Odger have always been protected by the gods, blessed by the strength of Odin and the power of Thor.” She looked about the men who rowed. Her eyes fell upon Ysara once again. “I will tell you a tale of the great warrior Ivor.” This was her father. “Ivor led our men and woman over the seas in search of more riches than you could ever imagine. They found new settlements that had never seen the likes of the Odger clan. But they had strange ways, strange words, strange gods.” She smirked slightly. “Ivor led my people forward and in the midst of one of Thor’s storms as rain pelted down upon them and lightening struck they raided the city.”
She paused a moment as she closed her eyes, imagining it as her father told it, as the oracle told it. She had seen this war with her own eyes through the herbs of the oracle. The magics that Runa held had been carefully taught to her, even if she did not fully realize it. “The air was filled with cries of Valhalla and that of the clash of weapons.” She drew in a deep breath. “The Odger clan pushed into the city that fought against them, managing to take only a mere few of our warriors to the gates of Valhalla! But the gifts that they received for such a raid!” She opened her eyes again and grinned. “This place had so many riches that not even our longboats could secure them all. Ivor led his men three whole trips to this city in order to clean it of its riches.” She smiled, proud of her father. This was before he was injured in the next battle. Her smile faded slightly. “But with any great tale of a warrior. There must always be a great tale of loss. Ivor, our more elite warrior, the man who led our warriors into every battle. He suffered wounds that willed him close to death, yet Hel would not take him.”
Revna took in a shaken breath as she looked to everyone. “Odin may bless us. But there comes a time for us all.” Her brows quivered slightly just as the long boat clacked against the docks of her new home. She lifted her eyes to the city of the thousand stairs, her brows rose slightly. It was nothing like Odger…
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