This is now officially open! I will be working on the Personality section for the owned sisters currently, but everything else is good to go!
Any questions, please ask in-thread!
Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 3:25 am
Revised the headers since formatting errors, bleck. I think I'm pretty much done though. I'm unlikely to edit unless it's grammar. If I do, I'll note it. Thanks!
[NAME]: Vigdis Snærblod [MEANING]: War Goddess (also found a few places that say it means “minor” goddes of war [GENDER]:(Do they view themselves as another gender?) She views herself as female and finds either gender attractive/appealing.
[TEMPER]: Stone-cold [PERSONALITY]:
Vigdis has a heart for war. On the outside she is frosty, cold, self-assured and calculating. She seldom smiles or laughs. She favors the goddess of winter, and from winter itself she devises some of her coldness. She loves the snow and though winter is hard, it is her favorite time of year.
She believes in duty and blood above all else. She will not question anything that her Queen tells her to do.
Though she loves to fight, she does not care if she becomes a Huskarl or not. If it furthers what she can do for her Queen and her blood, then it is what she wants. Though as long as she can be at least a Thegn and protect her sister, nothing else matters.
She later becomes more doubtful about her own prowness and skills when she suffers a disfiguring injury (the side of her face that her hair covers she will have a blind eye with a scar through the eye and down the cheek).
Character Quirks:
She loves to display her latest jewelry seized from those she defeated or killed. She only wears the piece until she acquires the next one except for celebrations. At celebrations, she will wear anything from her collection that she won by blood.
[ROLE]: Thegn
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:
Halls of Valhalla: I would like her at some point to be wounded severely in a war/raid/fight and believe she is going to die. She recovers and struggles to be healed enough to fight again. She will also question whether or not she is a good enough warrior, replying the battle over and over in her mind.
I would like her to become blinded in one eye and have a glaring scar on her face (the side that her hair covers). If she’s facing the same way as she is in the picture, it would be her right side I think, left to look at. This injury would make her question whether she still had what it takes to be a warrior. Over time, she would learn to compensate for it.
For My Blood: I would LOVE LOVE LOVE if it was possible for her to have to challenge someone who disrespected her sister and Queen or some traitorous plots. (This is witnessed in my prompt, where I left it open-ended in case there could ever be this kind of plot. It is a pledge of devotion to her queen and blood.)
Of Wind and Snow: I’d like for her to get stuck on a mountain during a snowstorm where she calls on Skaði, who she often prays to, to help her and the others survive this.
Duty and Love: I would like some kind of plot where Vigdis falls in love with someone but struggles with allowing herself to be with someone, as she fears that loving someone else might cause too much of a distraction in her goal of protecting her sister Yrsa
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: By the blood of Olfattir, I do.
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: It’s prompt 3 (though it does mention her chosing at her coming of age. [RESPONSE]:
Vigdis had climbed above Hjordheim long ago to make her choice. Though there had never really been a choice at all. From the first time she could understand the Einherjar, she had felt something inside her burn. There had never been any other choice but to be a warrior-a Thegn, and mayhaps one day to be a Huskarl. Though she did not care if she became a Huskarl or not.
She had climbed those treacherous mountains with no fear. She had prayed at her hörgr to Skaði for as long as she could remember. There was war in her heart; she was not a peaceful sort. But it was not for honor nor glory that she strived. There was a part of her that would only be satisfied with raids, wars, and battles. But it was the war in her heart that made her recognize the war in others’ hearts. Vigdis would be a warrior, because she craved it and because she strived to be the best for her sister Yrsa who was soon to be Queen.
Skaði, Goddess of winter, of the North Wind. Vigdis breathed the frosty air deep into her lungs, allowing Skaði to empower her prayer. The North Wind filled her and burned in her lungs as only ice could. I pray to you as a warrior, as a sister to a Queen. To you I pray for your gifts. To protect my sister from those who will seek to harm her. She will be a worthy Queen and one day she will reside in Valhalla. Let me protect her so that day may be far away. Help me to banish those who would speak against her, to cut their paws or hooves from beneath them. While there be breath in my body, let she of my blood be safe and I able to keep her from them. I care not for riches or glories for myself, but to honor her of my blood. My Queen. Give me insight into what I should do. Let me choose the path that will help her. I breathe in the air of winter and let you empower me. Never let the war in my heart still. Let me serve you Skaði, and my Queen faithfully. Let me be worthy of being of her blood.
Vigdis remembered the runes drawn on her body when she came of age. Strength. Honor. Fortune.
She arose from her prayers and cut her paw open, squeezing the blood onto the hörgr. If the goddess required it, she would sacrifice every last drop of blood to keep Yrsa safe.
Out in the snow, she made her way to the festivities in the caverns. Great joy was all around her, but there were some whose looks displeased her. She kept herself quiet through most of the celebration and often glances were stolen at her solemn face. Her eyes were ever watchful, looking for a threat to her sister. Toasts were made and faces grew ruddy as they cheered for Yrsa their soon to be Queen.
And then it was Vigdis’ turn, she rose up and every eye focused on her cold visage. Give me the right words to communicate, Skaði. Bring to me what I should say. She did not smile as she looked around at every stallion, mare, and foal gathered in the room. Let each of them think that she was meaning this look for only them. She breathed deep of the icy wind to empower her words.
“To Queen Yrsa, may she rule long and ,when that reign ends may, she find glory in Valhalla.” She let the words sink it for a moment before she made it clear that it was not a wish, but a promise. “As long as I may live, let my paws be stained with the blood of any who try to shorten it.” She raised her head high, daring anyone to challenge that.
There is a single plot that is with all three, simply because it's a gathering of the sisters and each would love to get together with the others! So I just wanted to let you know it was intentional, lol
[NAME]: Lady Hjördís Snærblod [MEANING]: Means "sword goddess", derived from Old Norse hjörr "sword" and dís "goddess". [GENDER]: Female, but will love whomever she pleases
[TEMPER]: Relentless [PERSONALITY]: Lady Hjördís Snærblod is just as ruthless and relentless as one would think a leader of her stature would be. She is sure to stand against any enemy that would threaten her home and her herd. A true warrior at heart, she will do nothing less than what her Queen asks of her. Than what her sister asks of her. The war-band that she leads is filled with her sister's that share the same view as herself. Sisters who have the same worthy and true warrior heart as herself. Only those of this heart are allowed to stand with her in battle. Their duties are handed down by only the Queen herself, for Lady Hjördís will not accept the words of anyone else.
Beyond just her duty to her Queen and her war-band, she can be a quiet and giving mare when she is not on the war path. Often she allows herself to get lost in various forms of art. Either creating poems, or even doing some rather beautiful and complex paintings to keep in her home. These paintings and poems often speak of the beauty in all things. The beauty of the snow mountains, or even the beauty of the stars in the sky. In all things she does in these forms, she gives credit to the Gods and Goddesses who are responsible for these things. She sees her poems and art as a form of her own worship. Certainly the Gods and Goddesses of such things are the reason that she can accomplish so much in her small life. There is much to be thankful there.
As can be seen, she is a rather religious mare. Often when not in battle or at home with her art, she can be found praying to various Gods and Goddesses at the alters the herd had formed for them. In respect to each, she makes sure to find a single thing to thank them for each day. These things are never the same for at least a week. Lady Hjördís believes that the Gods and Goddesses appreciate each of their works, even the small ones, being brought to attention and worshiped on their own. Though the one thing that she prays for above all things, is that the herd thrives and prospers. Especially when the little ones are concerned. Foals are one of her soft spots and she will happily babysit or watch any foal for anyone in the herd. She adores playing with the kind little darlings and telling them stories of her ventures into the worlds. Telling them about how they too will one day be able to go out and explore. To go out and prove themselves to the Gods and Goddesses. To got out and prove their worth for Valhalla itself.
[ROLE]: Huskarl
[FUTURE PLOTS?]: Sisterhood: This is the first time all six of the sisters have been together in one place for a long time. They certainly have much to talk about as each of them have been busy little bees in their own works. It's always enjoyable to catch up with your closest family.
Interrupted Prayers: Someone who clearly doesn't know their place or understand why they have done come storming in on Lady Hjördís' prayers to the Gods. She is displeased, though the other doesn't seem to understand why. This can be a plot for someone who is brand new to the herd, or even a foal! Obviously neither would incur her entire wrath, they would just have a stern talking to.
A Warrior's Plan: Her war-band and herself are heading to engage in a battle with a smaller band of non-herd Soquili. Though she believes her plan is sound, there are others who aren't sure it will work. This plot could go either way. The plan could go off flawlessly without a hitch and she would be proven correct. Or, just as the member of her war-band suggested, it falls apart. This could be used as a way for her to learn her humility and take advice from others instead of simply assuming that she is better than the rest.
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder: She finds one who she thinks is beautiful in all things. They have all the grace and beauty she would ever hope to see in her lifetime. The thought of getting to know them, to have them join her war-band is almost more than she can bear! This is something that will be open to a male or a female. They don't have to stay together either, but she will want their company for a while. And will probably want them to stay in her war-band.
Soul on Canvas: Her newest painting says it all in her mind. The beauty of all things in the night sky. The snow falling against the darkness and collecting in soft white heaps on the ground. Needing to share this beauty, she hangs it on the outside of her homes entrance for all to see. The power and beauty in this piece is the most moving she has ever made. This can be one telling her how lovely, or even how... not so lovely her artwork is. This can even be a member of the band telling her that is unbecoming of one for her warrior stature to paint such frilly things.
Unbecoming Behavior: Walking around with the most sour expression she can muster, she is upset by an off comment made by someone within the herd. They aren't part of her war-band, what right do they have trying to tell her what to do or who to be! They have no right at all and should know there place in the world! Truly this is unbecoming behavior for such a Lady indeed! This can be something as silly as someone saying that her cape is on upside-down. She would take it personally without a second thought!
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: Yes! <3
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: 1 - 3 [RESPONSE]:
Prompt 1
Lady Hjördís Snærblod breathed the cold fresh air deeply into her lungs. this was going to be the first time her sisters and herself had seen each other in a little while. She had gone off to train herself further. Gone off to be a warrior in the lands. It had been important to her to earn the trust of others who would be fighting to keep the herd home safe and intact. She wanted to be sure that at least one of them would be able to relate to the warriors who were out there. She even moved her way up in their ranks by earning the trust and devotion of each member. She was getting together with her sisters to tell them the news of the new title she had earned with her war-band. The title that they had finally decided she was worthy of without a second thought. It was indeed an honor to be considered such in the ranks of her war-band.
The decision accept the position and become a Huskarl was already final between herself and her respected war-band. But she wanted to be sure that her sister would accept the news. The news that she was going to lead and train the fiercest warriors that she possibly could. There was nothing that could stop her in her mind. Nothing that would be holding her back. She would only train those she felt were worthy, but that didn't make them worthy of fighting with her. In order to be a part of her band, one would have to earn the spot. Would have to show that they were the top of their class. She had expectations beyond what most would have. And she expected each member of her war-band to train appropriately while they were not out on duty.
As she came closer to their meeting place, her sisters came into view. This would be an interesting meeting indeed. Hopefully her sisters would see eye to eye with her and would honor her with their blessings. She wanted to be with the warriors she had grown to know. The warriors who have grown to trust her and to follow her. And she would do almost anything to make sure that they got what they wanted.
Prompt 2
Lady Hjördís Snærblod had made the decision to be a part of a war-band against the sayings of her sisters. Though they were all fierce warriors by their own right, she understood that her sisters may feel better with her closer to them. The voice against what she wanted wasn't really joining the war-band itself. That was perfectly fine in their eyes. The downside of the choice was the fact that Lady Hjördís had decided to join one that heads to the outskirts of their territories. One that was going to travel the furthest away from the herd home. Though it would not be ideal for the sisters, not wanting to worry about one of their own, Lady Hjördís wanted to get out on her own and simply explore the world around them. The world that they would all probably see at one point in their life. It was important to her to have at least a basic understanding of how everything around them worked. Of the herds that made their own homes around the territory of their traveling lands. And if they happened to attack them, she was sure that the war-band that she had decided to join would be the best to do this with. From what she heard, this band was made of the best of the best. And that certainly meant that this band was for her.
After much deliberation with her sisters, it was finally time to head out. She was beyond excited to meet all of the members. It would be wonderful to meet true warriors and to get to know them more than just their names.
As time wore on, she did just that. She became close with many members of the small war-band. It was remarkable how strong they were for how few there were. Their might was beyond compare in the herd. And she was part of it all. The honor that she felt overflowed in her heart and soul. This was the best kind of honor. The honor of a battle well fought. Of good friends surrounding you at all times.
There came a day, however when their leader became injured in battle. None of the others seemed to want to step up, or they didn't feel that they would do the justice that was needed. Lady Hjördís, without a second thought, stood up and took command of the situation. She told each what to do with precision and expertise. They followed her every word without fail. And they were led to victory once again!
Prompt 3
Lady Hjördís Snærblod has heard the news that their eldest sister is to be crowned the Queen when their present master passes, though it might be sooner if the current decides to step down. The decision is a sound one, she is sure. The Queen is simply too wise to make an incorrect decision about who should lead them when she is gone. Her wisdom and integrity still astound her to this day. Really she shouldn't be going on and on about the current in her mind when her sister, her own sister, was next in line for the throne. This was a momentous occasion indeed! It meant that the family blood was revered and there others in the herd would recognize each sister as such. This was a momentous occasion for all. Even the ones who wouldn't be sitting on the throne. Who knew, maybe her sister would name one of them as her successor? Though she was sure that that would depend on if she has any suitable children of her own. And even then, she would have to decide that they would be worthy of taking the throne over from her. Which, no matter how many children one has, there is always a chance that non of them are deemed as worthy of the throne.
As she thought on it more, she wondered if any of her other sisters were jealous of their older sister. Would they be so petty? It would certainly be possible, she was sure. After all, being Queen was a rather coveted position in the herd. It meant that they were revered and had the highest blood of the herd. Personally, she was happy for her sister. She didn't mind not being on the throne. Her war-band was enough for her. Plenty of friends and plenty of wide open spaces. It was the best life for her and she couldn't be happier. One hundred percent, Lady Hjördís would be sure to be at the party later. It would be a festivity to remember!
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[USERNAME]: ~Twilight...Angel~
[NAME]: Lady Halle "The Immoveable" Snærblod [MEANING]: Mountain [GENDER]: Female, but will love whomever she pleases
[TEMPER]: Imoveable [PERSONALITY]: In leading her lands and the people who are part of it, Lady Halle Snærblod is considered "The Immoveable." Once she has made up her mind on how something needs to be run, she does not move her stance. No one but the Queen herself would be able to talk her down from her ideas. She believes that she was completely destined to do her job and to do it properly. Taking great pride in the honor of her followers and the greatness of the war-bands who follow her. There is nothing that deepens her sadness, however, as when one of her own decides to go against her words. The face she has on when she finds out is a cold one. The stare that she can give her follower will freeze any heart and soul stiff in an instant. Often the punishment for such things is for them to be ousted from her honor and graces. There are no second chances with "The Immoveable."
When she is not leading her own, she tends to have a bit more of a carefree spirit. Though she never loses her sense of purpose, or her immoveable attitude. If she wants to walk through someplace, she expects others to clear a path and to respectfully honor her presence. If such a thing doesn't happen though, she won't be harsh. It will amuse her a bit if someone is so stubborn as to not move out of her way. Lady Halle may even take a shine to such a thing. As her own is made up of ones who have done just that in the past. Ones who are just as immoveable and stubborn as herself are highly regarded in her eyes. On these days, she can be seen outside of the main herd home. She will often make her way to pastures if there are flowers in season and simply lay there. Breathing in the warm fragrant air and relaxing. This is her favorite thing to do beyond being with her followers.
Though Lady Halle doesn't really have vices, she does indulge herself in the simple pleasures of everyday life. Things such as different foods and tastes for the foods, often going ahead and mixing various spices and herbs with various flavors of meat. Even trying to go ahead and try different methods of cooking the meat. It brings her greater joy when she is able to share her creations with others. Those she shares with should be honored, but usually she enjoys sharing her meals with the children of the herd. She finds it to be important to spread the want and need for them to express themselves and the way that she finds herself able to spread that word is by showing the children how she expresses herself. After all, if they don't nurture their young ones to be themselves, they will never become fines mares and stallions to lead the herd in the future!
[ROLE]: Jarl
[FUTURE PLOTS?]: Sisterhood: This is the first time all six of the sisters have been together in one place for a long time. They certainly have much to talk about as each of them have been busy little bees in their own works. It's always enjoyable to catch up with your closest family.
Earning a Name: She has never been this stubborn before. No one has ever seen her this immoveable on an opinion. Such things have others among the herd and among her sisters whispering a new name for her. A name that she will take to heart and use to strike fear into her enemies for all time. This is the tale of how she earned her nickname "The Immoveable." Either from her sister's, or even from other members of the herd, it sticks with her long after it's thought up.
Cooking Class: Rounding up some of the children in the herd, she brings them back to her place (with their parents permission of course), to teach the little ones some simple ways that she has found to prepare meat! And even some vegetable dishes, though she doesn't generally eat those herself. This will be a fun little interaction between herself and really any who might want to learn the strange ways of preparing food. Since cooking meat isn't something a lot of others do, it should be interesting for her as well!
Sounds in the Distance: As she is relaxing in her usual spot among the blooming flowers of a field, she hears a rather large noise. At first it doesn't even rouse her from her laying position. But soon, as it gets closer, she gets more anxious. More curious as to what this sound could possibly be and it causes her to leave her place of relaxation to go find it before it finds her. This could be anything really. Another herd member could simply be having trouble bringing something back to the herd home. Or it could be an enemy who is trying to move closer with their large herd. Either way, she'll find them!
Clashing Opinions: Someone has finally done it. Going against what "The Immoveable" has advised them to do. It's not something that has really happened before, or something that anyone ever believed would happen. The consequences for such actions will be swift and harsh. Everyone will feel the repercussions of going against someone so great. This is a plot where someone is, in fact, banned from her presence. The ban probably won't last too long, as this will be something that will later be considered a minor infraction on her end and they will be welcomed back. But it will take much convincing from some other herd members.
Advice from Above: The Queen herself has decided to couch her sister on a rather... bad decision she has made on the placement of the war-band she oversees. Not enjoying the highest of their herd coming down from her own throne to advise her on the situation she is tense, but respectful. It stresses her out when someone so much higher than herself seems to have a low opinion about a job she thought was perfect. Eventually she will come around, since she doesn't want to displease the Queen, but that doesn't mean that there won't be some booming words passed around first! This is just her being her immoveable self. All wrapped up in her choice and not seeing the other side of things. Though this would be best with the Queen herself, it could actually be with any of the sister, or even another high ranking herd member. The person just has to be very sure in their decision and stand their ground against her. With some persuading words, she'll come around.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: Yes! <3
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: 1 - 3 [RESPONSE]:
Prompt 1
Lady Halle Snærblod has decided that today would be the day. The day when she petitions the Queen for a chance to be a Jarl. She had been out in battles and out among the others in the herd as well. Getting to know anyone and everyone that she could. It was important to know others if you wanted to push for a position like a Jarl after all. You needed to be sure that there were others who would join you without a second thought. Others who would happily hold you in the highest esteem and earn their own honor being with you. It was important to her to be able to have that chance. Making it on her own with her own. Gathering up others and leading them. It was an important role to be sure. A role that she felt ready to take on. It would be a wonderful thing indeed to have others under you. To be responsible. Vaguely she wondered if she was ready for such a thing. Then, just as the thought was barley conscious, she shook her head to get rid of it. She was ready, she was sure of it. There was no way that she wasn't ready.
As Lady Halle came closer to where she would meet the Queen, she puffed up her chest with pride. Ready to face any inquiries she would have head on. To face the fear that she had deep down in her gut that she would be rejected. That wouldn't happen though. Not to her. She had the backing of many others. The support of all the ones that had come to know. All the ones who would gladly follow her.
Prompt 2
Lady Halle Snærblod had decided to do what was needed in order for her to progress in the world. If that meant joining a war-band until further notice, so be it. This was to try and further her political career. This wasn't because she enjoyed the act of fighting itself. The understanding of how to fight and how to act in a war-band was necessary in order for others who would be under her to trust her judgement. To believe that she knew what she was talking about and would help them gain the upper had in any kind of combat. Most wouldn't believe in the reason that she fought, she was sure. Or at least, not at first. They may support her once she becomes a part of their band. Gets close to them. And earns their respect. She planned to do all of these things. If she couldn't earn the respect of this war-band, then she didn't deserve to continue her career and would, in fact, simply stay in the war-band to fight the good fight. This was something that she had already planned on in case it happened. In case it was the only choice. She would be sure that she could prove herself to them. Prove that she would be great for, not only them, but their families as well.
As time went on in the war-band, she grew closer to the members. She learned of their lives. Learned of their wants and needs. Never did Lady Halle put herself in the leader position though. That was not for her to do. She simply wanted to bond with them for now. Wanted to earn their trust. Make them see that she wouldn't be the best to lead just their war-band, but their entire group. Their families included.
Eventually they learned of her ambitions. Though some did not agree with them, they didn't turn against her. She held their honor and their respect. This meant that she was finally able to move onto the next step. She had her followers, now she had to be made into a leader.
Prompt 3
Lady Halle Snærblod could not believe the news. This news had to be someone's idea of a practical joke on the mare. She certainly couldn't understand why she was hearing that her sister was next in line for the throne instead of herself. She was sure that this had to be a mistake. Sure that someone in the herd had no idea what they were talking about. Spreading rumors was a terrible practice after all. Especially rumors that had to do with something as important as the next to be placed on the throne.
As the day continued, however, her belief of it being all just a silly rumor or a mistake in identity proved to be false. She finally had to come to terms with her sister gaining the right of the throne when she came to the main cave system and everyone was getting ready for the celebration. The celebration for the Queen's announcement about her sister taking the throne when she was done. When she was ready to step aside.
As more members of the herd congratulated her on her sister's grand achievement, she decided that she could use this to her own advantage as well. After all, they were all telling her that they were happy her families blood was finally being recognized as important. As above the others. This was something that Lady Halle could use. This was something that may be able to further her political career after all. Besides what if her sister needed someone to be the next in line? She would certainly be a candidate, she was sure of that. Why would she not be with her political background. Her ability to lead was rather unparalleled as far as she could see. Smiling to herself, she headed off to her own cave to get ready for the party. To get ready to say her kind words to her sister's fortune.
BluebirdsFlyAcrossTheSky...
[USERNAME]: ~Twilight...Angel~
[NAME]: Lady Godiva Snærblod [MEANING]: Latinized form of the Old English name Godgifu meaning "gift of god", from the elements god and giefu "gift". [GENDER]: Female, but will love whomever she pleases
[TEMPER]: Cordial [PERSONALITY]: Lady Godiva Snærblod is one who would be called modest, if not the sweetest Viking one may meet. Though she is kind to those of her own, she has just as much bite and snap as the rest of them. Make her mad and you will incur her wrath, nothing will hold her back from ripping you to shreds with her mighty paws. Beyond her might she is loyal to her place as a High Priestess and would never go against what the Gods have laid out for her. She considers all things to be laid out in front of her and her sisters and will pray for them in the hardest of times, her spirit with them in battle forever and always. The spirit of her family is of such importance to her that she would gladly give her life to help them. Her faith can never be broke, even if she is a darling at heart.
One of the best things she get to do with her days is to see the newborn foals. The little babies that Lady Godiva gets to pray over are by far the sweetest and most prized possessions in the entire herd by her standards. They are what will sustain the herd and live on through the small things. Though when she sees them they are nothing more than adorable little balls of fur, she enjoys picturing the great things they will one day become. The great things that they will one day lead the herd to do! It makes her giddy inside, often causing her to spend much more time than she should with each child. The parents never seem to mind her presence though, as children flock to her and adore her every movement. She is a herder of the young ones while she is not working, helping them in all things and nurturing them with wisdom and kindness to do the right thing in their heart of hearts.
The one thing that she enjoys doing when everything gets to be too much for her is to visit the goats that they keep. Though they keep them for use in very specific ceremonies, she actually has one that she keeps as a pet. This one's name is Heidrun, after a goat that would eat the leaves from the tree of life and produce mead in her udder. This one goat is very important to her and she keeps her safe by her side. Heidrun is a source of great solace and calm feelings to her. Though Lady Godiva isn't sure why this one goat is so very soothing to her soul, she accepts it as something that the Gods have destined for the little thing. Something that she has no tendency to fight. The little goat is the one thing that she is sure she can rely on as the perfect companion. One day she hopes that there may be other Priestesses who may keep themselves a single goat. Or at least come out to watch them and tend to them more than just the regular girls do. Companionship and understanding are important things after all!
**As a note, this goat will just start off as an NPC. She can't understand her or anything, but I would LOVE to get her an official familiar to represent Heidrun one day so that they can truly bond!**
[ROLE]: Hóvgyðiur
[FUTURE PLOTS?]: Sisterhood: This is the first time all six of the sisters have been together in one place for a long time. They certainly have much to talk about as each of them have been busy little bees in their own works. It's always enjoyable to catch up with your closest family.
Know the Might: Someone has done it. It took a lot of effort to cause it to happen too. Lady Godiva is displeased. And not just a little either. They will feel the wrath and might of anger in no time at all either. They really should learn that the wrath of the sisters is mighty, even in the most soft spoken. This will be where someone is likely to get batted across the face by her. Or she will probably report such a thing to a sister higher up in the ranks than herself. Either way, she will be sure that they pay for their transgression and apologize to her. But they should not expect her to feel for them later. She will be cold and distant to them forever after.
Goats for Everyone!: Visiting the goats and playing around with them is one of the highlights of her day. Sometimes she even brings some foals with her. Everyone should learn of the goats, even if they are raised to be sacrificed, it doesn't mean that they shouldn't be loved a little bit first! Her own goat stays close to her heels, never leaving her side for fear of being mistaken for one of the others. This would pretty much just involve her playing with the goats and probably getting weird stares from the older members of the herd. But she will get some foals involved as well. Probably play tag and hide and seek. It will just be a day filled with fun!
Newborns all Over: Her day is filled to the brim with blessings of new born foals. Having her paws full carrying things that she believes she needs and small special gifts for each family that she makes herself. Believing that she needs to spend time with each child to get them used to others, this makes her day even longer than she had originally planned. But she would do anything to make these new herd members feel welcomed and loved into their new homes! This would just be a busy busy day for her. Such things as shenanigans and others distracting her from continuing each time she leaves an appointment would be funny and interesting for her. She would be easily flustered as the day went on and would probably ask for help from either another herd member, or the High Priestess herself. Hopefully someone will help the poor dear!
Resting and Relaxation: Trying to recover some of her poise and quiet, she decides that she needs a good day of resting and relaxing. Going out into a meadow with Heidrun and just enjoying the smells and sights around them. The goat enjoy the yummy grass and flowers surrounding them. As they decide it might be time to go home, they hear someone. It sounds like someone might be in trouble! Lady Godiva goes to search this other out as the sun starts to set. She doesn't have much time to find them and if it's a member of the herd, she has an obligation to help the other. This could be a member of the herd, or it could be someone who is simply trying to trick the mare and lull her into a false sense of obligation and duty. If it is the later, they should know that, though she looks peaceful and kind, under that personality is a bear of a temper just waiting to escape.
The One who Shares: She has never really met another who sees things the way that she does. Who seems to have the same kind and gentle personality as herself. Certainly this one can't possibly be a part of their herd. But when she digs further for information on this other, they are. It intrigues her and causes her to meet up with them. To want to get to know them better. To see if they are truly of the same mind as herself. This could involve almost anyone who is part of the herd. There is no restriction to breed or gender as this won't necessarily turn into anything but a deep friendship. It simply has the opportunity to become more.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: Yes! <3
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: 1 - 3 [RESPONSE]:
Prompt 1
Lady Godiva Snærblod had finally made up her mind about what she wanted to do in her life. What she wanted to do with her life. It was an important choice that her sisters and herself all had to make. The biggest thing that they would ever have to decide. Well... maybe besides if they wanted to take a mate later on in life. That would be another big choice after all. Her face contorted a bit as she thought on it more. There were actually a lot of big things they would eventually have to decide on. Now that her brain was working on it, there were more now that they were going to be making this first choice! Shaking her head of these thoughts, she continued to think about what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. How it was that she was going to devote herself to her herd. It was a difficult thing at first. There were so many choices. But as she narrowed it down, she had finally decided on the one thing that she wanted to be above all else. A Temple Priestess. This was the only thing that she felt a true connection with. The only thing that she felt was truly her. Which was good as far as she could tell. It meant that she was all about helping the herd. It meant that she was willing to give herself completely to her family. To give her all to make sure that their lives were all perfect. Were all going smoothly. And besides all that, she liked visiting the goats, but the Blood Priestesses gave her a bad feeling. So this was a better way for everything to happen for her!
Lady Godiva was beyond excited with her choice and she hoped that her sister, the High Priestess, would accept her as one of the Temple Priestesses. Though she couldn't see why she wouldn't. And she didn't mean because they were sisters either. The way that Lady Godiva was of the kinder nature. Was always looking out for others in the herd instead of herself. She was sure that her sister would see her selflessness and agree that that was where she belonged. That that was the one place she would be at home in the herd.
Prompt 2
Lady Godiva Snærblod really had no idea how this happened. How it was that she ended up in such a place as a war-band. This couldn't possibly be happening to her. She was a soft spoken mare. Someone who only really fought if someone had done something to herself or to her family. Someone who did not, in any way, truly have a warriors spirit inside her. It baffled her that she could possibly have ended up here. Especially in a war-band that went a pretty fair distance away from the herd home. For her, anywhere that wasn't the closest meadows at the bottom of the mountain was too far to roam. Too far away from the safety of her siblings and her cave. Though she guessed that she would have to deal with it for now. Grin and bear it. Not get herself killed in the process. Maybe she would even learn something about herself in the midst of this all. Learn something about another part of the herd. About the ones who go out and risk their lives for everyone in the herd home everyday. She smiled a bit as she thought on it. Maybe this would be a good thing for her after all! She could help them through tough times and keep up the spirits in them. This would be good!
As the days wore on, she did just that! She bonded with them, while making sure to pull her own weight when a conflict broke out. She found a warrior spirit that she never knew she had before. A spirit that grew stronger as she got to know the members of the war-band more and more. It was an amazing feeling to be so bonded with so many. In battle, she became so much more fierce than she ever would have thought. She could only see it as her having something to protect. Something that had to be kept safe.
Though this would never be something that she would want to do with her day to day life, she would always keep the members of her war-band in her heart and in her prayers.
Prompt 3
Lady Godiva Snærblod was excited for the news that had just reached her ears while she was playing with the goats. It was the best she had heard in a very long time! Just as good as when her old war-band had sent a note ahead saying that they were coming to visit her in her home. She had been so excited for that, so for this, she felt over the moon! One of her own sisters had made it to the throne. Had been declared the new Queen. It was remarkable to be sure. They had been declared long before to have some of the best blood in the herd, so everyone had assumed it would be one of them in the end. That these legendary sisters would, for sure, sit on the throne.
When Lady Godiva thought about it, she was almost more happy that she had not been the one who had been given the honor. Though she was sure that she would be a good Queen, fair and just. She just didn't have the warrior backbone that seemed to be a large part of being the Queen. And that was fine with her. More than fine in fact. Each sister had their own thing after all. Each sister had their own way of doing things. Their own way of handling the problems that were presented to them. Happily she would give her sister the role. Any of them really. Though she saw herself as great in her own way, she would rather be with the people than ruling over them.
As the day wore on, Lady Godiva started helping out to get ready for the large celebration ahead. It was something that could not possibly be missed. The biggest celebration in a long time. And she couldn't wait to tell her sister how proud she was of her for making it to the top!
Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 11:14 am
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[NAME]:ÁSTRÍÐR [MEANING]:Derived from the Old Norse elements áss "god" and fríðr "beautiful, beloved" [GENDER]:Agender
[TEMPER]:Secretive [PERSONALITY]:By nature, Astridr is silent, solitary, apart. They have always had visions. Always known they are special. Growing up and into their abilities, they knew their place in the herd was a part of the support system. By seeing and interpreting the fates and such set out by the gods. And steering the course, whether they liked it or not, to see the fates have come to pass. From the beginning, they trained for their place. A place they assumed gladly when they became an adult.
They are quiet, oftentimes not speaking more than a few words in a single day. They spend most of their time outside of the cave systems traversing the mountain paths, with the winds whipping around them, enough to steal the very breath from their lungs. It is here they find their visions. Here they have their purpose. Here is where they belong.
Aloof and distant, they are not easy to talk to, to get to know. To get close to. They are happier this way. Connected to the gods, and the queen alone to whom they owe any respect, any fealty. To them are they completely loyal.
[ROLE]:Seidmadhr
[FUTURE PLOTS?]: Seeking Visions- They see their visions best when they are out on the mountain trails, so they frequently leave the caves to seek out the will of the gods, to see the fate of others. During one of these forays out, they get injured or lost or something happens. Perhaps another member of the herd is just out and comes upon them and aids them, leaving Astridr in their debt. They offer a vision or some other help in return.
Is this Real, Or Not?- Astridr sees something very troubling, and isn't sure if it actually a vision or simply their fears given form. They ask some of the priestesses or others for their hep in determining the validity, or finding out the truth no matter what it may be. (this may be the start of a small or large plot arc which leads her on a journey, possibly out of the herd lands for a short time)
I Live To Serve - Their queen asks for their assistance in some matter. (It doesn't matter what: it could be related to their visions, or something completely unrelated like acting as an envoy to an allied herd, or acting in some part to form an alliance, whatever) Something that make take them far out of their comfort zone, but because it s the Queen who asks, Astridr does everything in their power to accomplish the task.
Blood in the Snow- They have a vision of great loss and tragedy, and though that is part of life, the outcome would be personally devastating to them. So the ask to be a part of the raiding party or whatever, and they try to change the outcome, whether or not they actually manage to do so is up to others involved.
I Am Not Worthy- After using their knowledge and attempting to change another's fate, they are racked with guilt. They went against the gods will, they feel the need to step down from their position, and receive whatever punishment is decided. They go first to the Queen, and wait for her judgment. ( This could lead to another arc where they undergo many trials to make up for what they have done, and redeem themselves in the sight of the gods, the queen and in their own eyes)
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: I do swear
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:1-You've finally come of age! You are now free to choose your path in life, and oh what a choice to make! You could be a priestess and devote yourself to the gods. You could be a warrior and strive to grow strong enough to lead your own war-band, pillaging and plundering for wealth! Or perhaps you seek the riches of knowledge and wish to ambassador your Tribe by traveling abroad. So many choices... What will YOU be? [RESPONSE]:
There had never been any doubt in Astridr's mind, what they were going to be. The role they would have in the herd. From the first nightmare they had which came to pass, they knew they were special. Blessed by the gods, destined to be one of the oracles who helped to guide the herd along the path they were meant to walk.
So when came their passage into adulthood, they knew they would survive the rite of passage. What they did not know, was the toll it would take on them.
Before the Rite, they were of average health amongst the others of their age group, well able to survive in the cold and sharp winds of their homeland, but not much more. They also weren't as strong in body as those who desired to be warriors and gain glory through battle, nor did they have the thirst for knowledge. No, they had their visions, a path that was set before them. They would be a seer and nothing else.
Not many had the same assurance or confidence in what the future would hold, and rightly so. They felt no ambition beyond their portion. To be a seer was to have one's place assured, to be near the top of the hierarchy. There was no need for anything more. Provided they did as the gods asked of them. And they knew there was little that could sway them from doing so.
After the rite, which all but destroyed their health, they were more than happy in their place. They could see the future and it was bright. They were free to wander about the hills as they pleased, and they owed fealty to only the Queen and the gods. It was a pleasant existence. A predictable existence. And it was theirs.
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[NAME]:ARNBJÖRG [MEANING]:Old Norse name derived from the elements arn meaning "eagle" and björg meaning "help, save, rescue". [GENDER]:female
[TEMPER]:Compassionate [PERSONALITY]:Though she was a product of her herd and her land, Arnbjorg wasn't all that was harsh and unforgiving. She may be stern and no-nonsense with her patients, berating them for their stupidities even as she tended their wounds and made them whole once more, but she would always treat them with as much gentleness as she could express.
She is practical, knowing with the harshness of the land where they lived, the way they lived and knew their life expectancies, and everything that could go wrong. She knew it was best to not get attached. So she did her best to heal those who needed healing, at least physically, without letting herself get too attached, for who knew if the next time she saw them would be the last. This attitude was much softened towards foals and those who stayed nearer the lands and kept the herd living comfortably.
When she is not tending to the wounded or sick- which, quite frankly isn't all that often - she finds herself singing to herself, or speaking aloud the old tales. She is fond of tales and knowledge, though she herself is not suited for the life of a scholar. Or a bard/minstrel. No, her gift is that of healing claws. She helps hold together those who protect the herd. It is her calling. Her passion. Her way of serving the herd.
[ROLE]:Helbredes
[FUTURE PLOTS?]: A few potential plot arcs suggest themselves for this mare, though things might pop up or change as she is rp'ed.
-A patient who had a relatively easy/minor/simple wound or sickness to heal has something go horribly wrong, and they succumb to it. The mare is shaken by this failure ( possibly it is just one in long string of patients that die, or have complications or whatever) so she goes to find out what went wrong. She first goes to a seer/oracle to see if this was part of the gods' plans all along or whatever. She doesn't receive a satisfactory answer here, so she goes next to the priestesses. Then she decides to see if t is her training that is faulty, so she looks for a mentor of healing from an outside source.
- After seeing many wounds on warriors when it is almost too late, she wonders if perhaps she might be able to do more if she treated them sooner after they are wounded. It comes to her to join a war-band on their next mission to see if it might be better in the long run. But she knows as she is currently, she would be more of a liability than asset. First she goes to the queen to ask permission to tag along with a war party, to see if it was even allowed, then if it is, she seeks out a warrior to train her...
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:I So Swear
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:4- free-for-all [RESPONSE]:
For once the infirmary seemed quiet, bless the gods. There were no incidence of accidents or illness, and the war-bands had not been out raiding to recently... At least, not that she knew of. So all seemed well. She had the chance to check her stock of supplies - to see what she had currently, and what she might need more of, and just how soon it might all be needed.
It seemed they were well stocked on bandages and what was needed to take care of basic wounds, after all, in their herd, there were many, many injuries. Some legitimately from training or battle - protecting them- others were sheer stupidity.... Unfortunately there was nothing there that could cure that particular ailment, she mused. If there were such a thing she would have a great deal less to worry about.
Fortunately, it seemed they were well-supplied here. at least for now. Though she would definately go out when the traders came by next to make sure they held enough supplies for the coming raiding season. One could never be too careful after all. She nudged the last bundle of herbs back into place. The infirmary was cleaned and stocked there was little else for her to do just then...
[NAME]:Lady Torhild Snærblod [MEANING]:From the Old Norse name Þórhildr, which meant "Thor's battle" from the name of the Norse god Þórr (]THOR) combined with hildr "battle". [GENDER]:Female, demiromantic, homosexual
[TEMPER]:Viciously Ambitous [PERSONALITY]:Torhild came into this world during a savage winter thunderstorm, and her parents named her in Thor's honor. However, she was born several week too early, and despite their prayers it was not expected that she would survive her first winter. And for a while, it looked like that would be the case; she was small and weak and didn't seem to be able to keep enough food inside her to build muscle. Much to the whole tribe's surprise, however, Torhild survived into the next spring, though barely. For her first several seasons she was smaller than the other foals of her age, and she began to learn that she wasn't as big or strong as the others. This was deeply distressing to the ambitious young filly, who wanted nothing more than to be a strong warrior.
She was told by many that fighting was not in her stars; that perhaps she should focus on the priesthood, but that is not what lived in her heart. As a young mare, Torhild dedicated her whole life into being the warrior she always knew she wanted to be. She trained relentlessly, and eventually worked her way up to the respected rank of Herse.
It wasn't easy, and because of all the hardships in her way she is short-tempered, strict, and demanding of all she leads. She believes its more important to be strong than to be coddled - and therefore she does not tolerate any insubordination. She rules with a firm claw, and does not apologize for her weak birth. If she can do it, anyone can do it. Excuses are nothing but signs of weakness in her eyes.
[ROLE]:Herse
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:At some point, I'd love to have someone in her tribe challenge her; she is very defensive of her rank and anyone who thinks she will be an easy kill because of her late start in life will be promptly schooled.
I also would love for her to collect a rather impressive collection of Thralls - she would be a heavy-handed but not CRUEL master, and would even allow those who truly impressed her to earn their freedom in exchange for their loyalty to her.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:I do!
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: #2 (Leader)
[RESPONSE]:
She had had her eye on him for a while now. He was ambitious, like her, and she knew this day would one day come. She respected him for that; it takes guts to challenge the sitting Herse to her rank. It was the way of things; the new overthrow the old. The strong survive and the weak die.
So, while camped around their large bonfire, the impressive draft stallion known as Somarliðr had stood before her and her war-band and challenged her. He questioned the others; why did they follow someone weak? Who was born too early and was so little for so long? These were not the traits of a warrior.
Torhild was pleased that many in her band had quickly come to her defense; some of her best warriors eager to strike Somarliðr down for his traitorous words. But she remained calm; this was her battle and she would face it head-on.
Now, Somarliðr was at her feet, bloody and sporting wounds that leave deep scars of shame he would carry for the rest of his life - regardless of how long that was. "It was foolish of you," she said, loud enough for all to hear, "to judge me on my past. Even the deadliest bear was once a small cub." She snorted, watching the breath coalesce in front of her, a few drops of her own blood staining the white snow below.
"Return to Hjordheim," she commanded. "Alone," she clarified before he had a chance to ask. "If you are still alive by the time we return, we can discuss your future further then."
Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 3:01 pm
To answer on the matter of entering multiple entries, if you would prefer (or don't have the muse for all three), you may enter and possibly answer different prompts using one character.
[NAME]:Agmunder Snærblod [MEANING]: element ag "edge of a sword" or agi "awe, terror" combined with mundr "protection". Sword of terror and protection [GENDER]:(Do they view themselves as another gender?)Born as female but views himself as male
[TEMPER]:Unyielding [PERSONALITY]: Agmunder is very stubborn in his ways. Respectful of his family he doesn't mind listening to their side. One to do the queens bidding he takes pride in his role as a Herse. He is very loyal and protective. Can sometimes be overprotective but has a good heart. Brutal in battle. He is very decisive on how he will do things. Though he holds no interest in children. He sets a high bar to gain his trust which most outsiders don't achieve. Even if the rest of the tribe comes to trust them. In meetings he is always silent. In festivities he is oftentimes along the fringes of the crowd. Preferring to enjoy from the sidelines.
Always striving to become better at what he does. He oftentimes trains too hard. He is more brooding than one to get angry. Yet when angry his wrath is not one to be reckoned with.
[ROLE]:.Herse
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:Pillaging gone awry- While on a pillaging spree he comes across a mare in whom runs away. Not one to ever let one go he gives chase where they end up in a blizzard. It is during this blizzard when the soq comes back and saves him from an avalanche. As they stay in the shelter of a cave in which they barely managed to get into before being blocked he must decide on what to do with the soq.
I'm not Father material!- It is on one of his wanderings when he comes across a basket left alone. Annoyed and at a loss of what to do with the darn thing he takes the basket back to the tribe feeling a little responsible for the basket. He goes to try to take the basket to someone which will take care of it. Only to be told he must raise it.
The trials of parenthood- He is raising the child on his own and he has no idea how to go about it. He doesn't feel parental and this is more of his trials and errors on raising a kid.
A fight for glory- Coming across someone whom had be threatening the herd. He comes to words with the individual. A fight is challenged and he must prove his worth.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:I swear to uphold all the beliefs of the tribe and to stay active
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:Your eldest sister is next in line to be Queen. She will rule over the Tribe until she dies or decides to step down. There is much celebration to be had within the caverns! Are you happy for her? Envious? Angry? Do you partake in the festivities or leave the caverns upset? [RESPONSE]: Agmunder steps inside the cavern where voices of excitement and celebration bounce off the walls. The time has come for his sister Yrsa to step into the role of Queen. In his heart he is happy for her. She is a strong mare with good instincts. She will lead them well and they will thrive like they always have.He holds great respect for his eldest sister for she had proven to be a worthy leader. Pride fills him to be related to the new queen.
As his paws walks among the hard cavern floor he enters the cavern where the tribe is congregated. Blue eyes take in the scene before him. Nodding to a few members he enters the group for the only time he will do such a thing. Making his way to the new queen he bows to show his respect and speaks words of congratulations and how she will bring the tribe to prosperity. When dismissed he moves to the sidelines to a place where he can stand alone. Apart yet connected he doesn't feel lonely. Finding contentment and joy in being among his family and friends. To those he calls his own. It is only after the festivities are halfway through when Agmunder departs the scene to seek slumber for he must be prepared for anything tomorrow.
Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 8:45 pm
Edited 7/12: Made it more explanatory and stuff, since I was no longer half asleep. Edited 7/19: Added in a secondary prompt! Ađalbjörg is a growing muse~ Edited 7/19 2.0: Added in yet another prompt!
[NAME]: Ađalbjörg Snærblod [MEANING]: Derived from the Old Norse elements aðal "noble" and björg "help, save, rescue". [GENDER]: Gender fluid; often times switching between feminine and masculine. Demiromantic. Pansexual. { For the sake of the contest, they will be identifying as female }
[TEMPER]: Devotional [PERSONALITY]: Young Adult: Before she is quite developed in the ways of the world, Ađalbjörg Snærblod has relied heavily upon her sisters and tribe. She was born without the ability to hear; deaf to the world around her and all those she cared for. She never knew the sound of her sister’s voices, or the noises food made when they scurried in the snow and trees. And because of this disability, she thought she was weaker than all the others around her; thought that she would be unable to survive the winters and harshness that came with them. But, being close and kind to all around her seemed to help, and she was able to actually survive through the winters. She started to learn how to cope with inability to hear. She found herself able to hunt by following snow tracks and by watching the patterns in the snow, was able to be patient and calm while waiting for the right moment to strike from a herd of deer that would be too powerful given their sheer size.
It wasn’t until she was coming into adult hood that she realized her connection to the Gods. Despite being unable to hear the world around her, the God’s and Goddess’s speak clearly to her. In that manner, Ađalbjörg has developed a sort of respect for them, and realized her path in life. This is where her devotion starts to show. When she is doing something, she does it for hours on end. She will not stop until she has completed the task at hand or at the very least proved to make a good amount of headway. This includes stopping for food or rest. Her studies are something she takes great pride in, and will do whatever it takes to ensure she succeeds. She only stops when someone desperately needs her.
Adult: Once she has settled herself down in her ways of life, Ađalbjörg will seem far more at ease. She is sweet, and kind to all those around her, having figured out ways to communicate via writing or body language. She can’t speak very well, having never heard words, but sometimes she is able to form small words or names given the chance. The only speech she is fully able to do happens to be when she is in prayer or assisting someone in the ways of adulthood or at a funeral, things like that. No one quite knows why that is, but it is assumed that the Gods are helping guide her to say the right things and say them properly. It helps her to understand the world around her a little better, letting the Gods guide her paws.
She is faithful to those around her. Ađalbjörg is loyal to her sister, the Queen, and loyal to the Gods. She even has a high respect for her sister, Sága, because of her position. But above all else, Ađalbjörg respects her gods. She spends several hours a day in prayer or studying, before allowing herself to move on and continue the day. The only thing that can pull her from her studies is the presence of her eldest sisters. She stops then and is able to pull herself away so that she can assist them in whatever way they need. She often will be disappointed by having to stop, but will do so either way.
She is an adoring being. They will do anything they can to help the world around them. They are sweet, and kind, and gentle. She will do anything she can for anyone she can in order to help fulfill her way to Valhalla. She can’t fight like others can, but she can hold her own. And if she can’t gain her way to Valhalla by a warrior’s death, then she will do whatever she can to convey the God’s wishes to those who can’t hear them like she can.
[ROLE]: Seidmadhr
[FUTURE PLOTS?]: I love plotting with other people, so any future plots would more than likely be a collaboration. Some ideas though that could be developed farther could be: - When they first realize that they have a connection to the Gods and Goddesses, and wish to start their training. This would probably be a role-play involving NPC's as well as the Queen. - Discovering ways that they can communicate, being deaf and unable to hear what it is others are saying. - Offering her assistance to figure out the future in some way or another. They have a tendency to watch the snow moving with the wind, and believe them to be words spoken from the Gods. They often have to be at a specific time, date, and location, but when it's just right, that is when they can read the winds across the snow, the way the trees dance, and determine what the Gods have to say. - Other things, obviously. I'm bad at this part. >>
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: Of course!
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: Prompt 3 [RESPONSE]: Ađalbjörg wasn’t certain what was going on. The world around them was changing so quickly that she just stared as people moved and bustled. Everyone was excitable and happy. They seemed to be trying to make the world an even brighter place. And that was all well and good, but Ađalbjörg had her own worries. Her sister, Yrsa, was to be queen. She was taking her rightful blood place at the head of the tribe, where they would rule and protect them. And as much as Ađalbjörg loved her sister, she worried. She worried that if her sister failed, that she would be unable to make it to Valhalla, she worried that her somewhat brash and fun loving sister would have the tribe go straight into the snows. And as much as Ađalbjörg trusted and loved her, she was worried. And the worry was burning deep within her heart.
So, while her family and tribe wandered around and collected different decorations and prepared for the upcoming ceremony, Ađalbjörg disappeared. At first she wandered to her den, and looked around. She thought about staying there, about lingering in there to clear her head. But it never helped. Instead, she left her den, and left. She snuck away from the gathering, and walked quietly out of the cave systems, and into the snow covered ground. Her ears perked and swiveled, but nothing. She heard nothing out there. Heard nothing. It was frustrating, but, she wandered out. She walked quietly into the trees, her paws barely touching the ground, pressing small prints into the powder. Her eyes flickered from one area to the next, as if searching for some sign. But it was too much. If she wanted to figure something out, she would need to let her mind wander, and let the Gods guide her paws.
She wasn’t certain how far she wandered, or for how long. But when she finally stopped from her wanderings, her eyes fell upon an all white tree, with no leaves on it’s bare branches. It was surrounded by dark trees with full leaves, and stood out among the forest. She tilted her head lightly and looked up toward the trees that stretched toward Valhalla. Her eyes flickered slightly along the blue that peeked through, before she took a half step forward. She reared up, putting her paws on the truck of the great white tree, and squinted her eyes. Her tail gave a small flick, and she pondered just what it was that was so different from this trees around her. What made this tree special than all the others…?
”Ađalbjörg Snærblod…”
Ađalbjörg froze. Her ears snapped up, and she stared up at the sky. Was that… a voice…?
”Yes, daughter of the Snærblod tribe… You are hearing us. Your devotion and connection to us has been seen. We sense your worry for Yrsa Snærblod. As much as you worry, we do not want you to. You do not need to allow such fears to enter your heart. Your eldest sister will do wonders to your tribe, will lead them all to the gates of Valhalla. But, she cannot do it alone.”
Ađalbjörg frowned at that, her eyes flickering, ears swiveling this way and that. After a moment, she shook her head, voice soft as she asked why that was. What was happening. Who did her sister need?
”Yrsa Snærblod is going to need you, along with your other sisters. She is going to need the help of all of you, and your tribe, in order to succeed in her rulings. She will need you all, and you must be there for her as you are for us. Ensure you are as devoted to her cause as you are to your studies, Ađalbjörg Snærblod, and you both will succeed and make your ways into Valhalla.”
She wasn’t certain how much longer she stood there, but no other voices came. She didn’t hear another word, or another sound. The world was silent once more, and she didn’t quite know what to do with herself either. She stood there for a while, and then slowly walked back home, processing the words. Once she was home, they were still prepping, and she let a small smile shift over her features. She shook her head gently, and moved forward to join in, smiling and assisting where she could and where people directed her. If the Gods wanted her to assist her sister, she would do so with all her heart. Yrsa would succeed, and Ađalbjörg would be right there beside her to help in whatever way was needed.
ALeopardofSnow...
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[PROMPT CHOICE #]: One [RESPONSE]: Ađalbjörg was young… Still but a babe to the world. And though they continued to wander the lands alongside their sisters, they also knew it was time to figure out just what path they were going to take in this world. They couldn’t continue to meander around and just follow orders. The world needed to know what they were capable of, and by being a behind the scenes kinda member, it meant that they were going to just follow leads and nothing else. That being said, they had experienced different things in their life. Ađalbjörg wasn’t one to just give up in their life. They weren’t going to just roll over and let this happen. So, they decided it was well time to figure out where it was they were going.
They had already talked to the Gods a few times, and for some strange reason, it was the only voice they heard. The only noise they heard period. And that meant something to them. It meant that they were more likely destined to walk the path of someone spiritually connected. Someone that would be able to talk and express the paths that the Gods led them through. And that meant that they would be able to assist their sisters as well; helping them on their own path to Valhalla.
So, Ađalbjörg settled on that. Or well, was more than happy to devote herself to the Gods that reigned. They walked the path, carefully enjoying the ceremony in their honor and embracing the feel of power it gave her. They would help and pray and allow anyone to help guide them on their own journey. They devoted their world to assisting and working with the Gods to further everyone’s path to Valhalla. And they were more than happy to do so.
ARaven'sFeatherForMyHair....
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[PROMPT CHOICE #]: Two with a hint of free for all. [RESPONSE]: Ađalbjörg hated this… hated being out here away from the herd and the territory. Their ears pinned as they walked slowly forward, following along the path. They were wanting nothing more than to stay within their den, to pray to their gods, and live their lives quietly. But, it was somewhat unnerving to be needed out here; where death was just a walk away. They followed quietly as the leader of the war-band walked, barking orders and demanding they move carefully, as they could be attacked at any time. So, Ađalbjörg followed quietly, trying to ensure that no noises came from them. They may be deaf, but that also meant that they would be unaware of any noises they made themselves. And if this mission failed… if they were not able to run off the other herd that threatened their clan, they could never be able to live peacefully in this world and make it to Valhalla with honor. Ađalbjörg sucked in a soft breath, letting their eyes wander, before moving quietly forward once more, ears pinned back slightly.
Before the battle began, Ađalbjörg watched the snows with fervor. She watched and waited, and when she had the information she needed, she relayed it. That was part of being a Seidmadhr. She watched the world around her, taking in clues and hints from the Gods, and just what they could do in order to succeed in the battle with fewer casualties. She told the leader of the war-band, expressing concerns and where they would have the most advantages. She was thankful that they could understand her, despite her disability, and it meant that she could help more. During the battle, Ađalbjörg was moving silently. They attacked every so often, letting their sharp claws tear into flesh. And thankfully, the Gods looked down upon them with pride. The battle was hard fought, but eventually, they won. And with that, Ađalbjörg could do their job. They took a deep breath, before moving forward. One after another, they dipped their head to the fallen bodies and whispered small chants, eyes closing as they spoke to each body, wishing them happy journeys to the gates of Valhalla. It was rather upsetting to have to wish each one their way, and for Ađalbjörg, it made their heart ache. They dipped their head down some, breathing out another side as they stared quietly toward another body. The Seidmadhr lifted their head slowly, peering up at the cloud filled sky as if asking for an answer to some unspoken question.
“Ađalbjörg, calm yourself.”
The voice made them jump, and Ađalbjörg glanced up toward the sky once more. Their eyes flickered for a moment, tail flicking behind them. The Gods kept seeming to want to talk to them, and it both put them at ease, and made them anxious. Their paws shifted a bit, as if dancing somewhat on the bloodied snow. Their long white hair shifted some in a light breeze, and Ađalbjörg had to assume it was because the Gods were wanting to communicate with them once more. It seemed to put him more at ease to hear their voices.
“These spirits are making their way to us as we speak. You are doing our work, and making it to where they do not lose their way to us. For that, we thank you, Ađalbjörg. You will have rest when you return to your sisters and clan. Until then, please, continue. We will give you the strength to continue.”
Ađalbjörg smiled slightly, before nodding their head slowly. They moved forward, continuing one after another. And it was true; they had gained the strength to continue. By the time the sun was setting, all the bodies were gathered, and Ađalbjörg had ensured to wish each one a safe journey. They stood to the side, watching quietly as the bodies were burned until nothing was left, their souls going to Valhalla. After a few moments, Ađalbjörg moved along with the rest of the war-band, their ears pinned slightly. So long as they were strong and dedicated, Ađalbjörg would be able to make it through, and do the Gods’ wills. So long as Ađalbjörg was strong and dedicated, they would never be able to fail the Gods or their clan.
And Ađalbjörg was strong and dedicated. Nothing could stop them.
[NAME]:ÆLFWINE Snærblod [MEANING]:Derived from the Old English elements ælf "elf" and wine "friend". [GENDER]:(Do they view themselves as another gender?)genderfluid
[TEMPER]:enigmatical [PERSONALITY]:egmatic, illusive, kind yet filled with a holy fire. Many words could me used to Describe Aelfwine. She is a mystery to even herself sometimes. While fiercely trained to fight she shows little care for it or anything beyond her given task. She is focused almost to the point of being a mother cave bear protecting her young when it comes to doing a given task. Even so she is kind and willing to help those who may need her or she can be extreme frigid if needed in battle. To many who do not know her well she probably seems either to be completely to focused on what may appear to be a trivial matter or aloof to things of great importance. It is not that Aelfwine does not notice of care for the world around her, it is simply that it comes second to her given task at the moment.
[ROLE]:Seidmadhr
[FUTURE PLOTS?]: The lose: While she hasn’t had major visions all her life Aelfwine believes she has been receiving at least small visions or whispered messages from the gods all her life. I’d like for there to be time period which is longer than she is use to by a long shot. where she receives nothing message wise visions or whispers and she starts to wonder if she has done something wrong. This plot would be so she can have interaction with the other Volva get reassurance she is still in the gods graces and strengthen her fate.
The Friend: Aelfwine has a herd member or fellow Volva she is very close to whom she has a vision about and needless to say it is not a good vision in the slightest. Aelfwine knows he can not change the vision and that when the times comes he will have to tell his friend the truth of what he saw and what will happen to them. From what occurs in the vision Aelfwine has come to realize that her friend blames her for the bad events that will come to be through a misunderstanding. After telling the friend their future Aelfwine is left in a period of feeling like she lost one of her closest friends and decides to do something about it and make it her task to actually get out and make more friends and meet more of the herd than she ever has before.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:Answer here I do
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:Prompt 1 [RESPONSE]: (just a note because Aelfwine is genderfluid I will be switching between gender pronouns for the response) Aelfwine knew this day would come, he had known for most of his life. The voices had whispered of it. But now that it was here things seemed different. There was a choice to be made.. perhaps. No… but yes. Aelfwine sighed softly he knew the choice was made and it had been his doing even if it was long before he reached adulthood. He would become a seer… or more appropriately take on the role of seer and wear it’s mantle proudly.
The gods had chosen her and she would not let them down. It was her duty, her task to make sure the members of the herd, her family, her tribe knew what the gods had in store for them or wished for them to to do and so she would take this task and give it her everything including her life’s blood if needed. Perhaps with this self assurance she would cross the flames of the Báltroða with no issues. Aelfwine scoffed to herself; no she knew she would. For it would be just as she was shown and whispered to about by the gods. They would not fail her in this moment and she would never fail them. It was time to finally throw off the mantle of childhood completely and to take his place as one of the herd’s Seidmadhr. He knew of course others would be joining him in doing the firewalk but that played little on his mind. Same as what might concern others about becoming on of the Volva, love, lifemating,children mattered little to her. This, was going to be the beginning of her new life a life which she had been born to do and was now glad that she had come to the age in which she could carry it out.
Smiling to himself Aelfwine turned and headed to find his sisters, perhaps they would help him in thinking of some way to otherwise prepare for the firewalk. His heart and mind no longer held any fear of being burnt, for he knew the gods would protect him. But it would not hurt to take the advice of his sisters in his preparations perhaps they would be able to think of something that might needed to be taken into account that he had not thought of before this moment. Nails digging momentarily into the ground as a harsh shiver of happiness spiked through him Aelfwine freed himself and turned to head off and find his siblings.
[NAME]:Lady Bergljót "Valrdis" Snærblod [MEANING]: From the Old Norse name Bergljót, which was composed of the elements berg "protection, help" and ljótr "light". Valrdis derived from Old Norse valr "the dead" and dís "goddess". [GENDER]: Female - Though it means little to her most days.
[TEMPER]:Determined [PERSONALITY]:Valrdis is striking, tough, beautiful and her determined and strong personality makes her hard to impress. She can come across as untouchable, frosted and she does little to change that, but to those shes welcomed in her inner circle, stitched together from her blood and friends, know that she is a warm souled warrior with a deep love and affection for her herd.
And that she takes her task, her gift of being a Valkyrja very seriously.
[ROLE]:Valkyrja
[FUTURE PLOTS?]: An Enemies request - Where after a battle, an enemy of the herd asks her to send them on-wards, to give them the blessing to give them a warriors death.
A moment to grieve - Valrdis is hit with reality of what she does, the fading faces of her friends, loved ones strike a cord within her, causing her to grieve privately, or share this moment with someone very close to her.
Love or Lust?- Valrdis doesn't have time for either, but which bug has bitten her? And what are these soft words doing?! IS she actually being wooed?! She just wants to itch this scratch and carry on..But what is to really happen? Just a case of lust, or is it more?
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:Yes!
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: Free Prompt [RESPONSE]: The battle had been long, hard and gruesome, but that was nothing the mare wasn't already accustomed to. Valrdis as her sisters called her, as not many were privy to her full dubbance, stepped among the fallen, her eyes searching, always searching for those who called for her aid, in the silence.
Healers worked around her, tending to those who could be saved, to those that would fight another day, she admired their handy work with balms, stitching and other aids.
Valrdis was a priestess in a warriors world, she could hold her own and had many times before, she had danced the dance of life and death and always found herself on the favorable end, but her duty was to her sisters, to her herd, to the gods and that calling, was one she couldn't have ignored.
She wasn't a priestess in the sense that many would understand, her home was on the battle field, her prayers for those she sent on to Valhalla to bask in the warmth of a warriors death.
"Valrdis.." She heard whispered faintly, her eyes rested on one of the herd warriors, the healers backing away, their heads low. Now, it was time for her duty, she carefully made her way towards them, careful not to disturb the bodies of her herds fallen warriors, though she had little respect for the other side. With a kind smile, she laid next to the warrior, whose life was fading, she could see their eyes darkened with pain. "Hush now." She said in a gentle tone, as she stroked a paw over their wounds, carefully.
She kept their attention on her, on her soft words as she gently spoke to them, telling them of the grand beauty they would soon be welcoming, a true warriors haven as her used her long, sharp claws to pierce their chest cavity and stop their heart. She shed a few tears for them, offering soft whispering of prayers so that their spirit would join the other grand warriors in Valhalla.
This is her totem to carry, her gift to those who gave their everything for her, her sisters, their home and beliefs..it wasn't much, but it was the gift the gods had bestowed upon her, and a gift she used with great honor for those she cherished. She turned, and plucked one of her signature feathers from her tail, and tucked it into the mane of the fallen warrior, she pressed her forehead lightly into the cheek of the other, a sign of affection before she rose and looked back over the battle field, her duty would continue on..
She'd do anything for her sisters, for her herd..She was a Valkyrja!
[NAME]: Hervor Snærblod [MEANING]: Combination of Old Norse her "army" and vár "woman". Hervor was the name of two heroines in the Hervarar saga, written in the 13th century. Hervǫr is also a name of a Valkyrie in Norse mythology.
[GENDER]:(Do they view themselves as another gender?) Female
[TEMPER]: Merciful [PERSONALITY]:
Like her sisters, Hevor finds beauty in battle--only her beauty is found after. She believes that sending on the dead to rest in the halls of Valhalla is a special calling.
She is mostly silent, doing very little to make conversations she almost seems to save all her words for the dying. She is charming when she tries. Among the living she feels...awkward.
[ROLE]: Valkyrja
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:
Just a few ideas:
The Dead: Hevor begins to have dreams about a warrior she gave mercy to that in retrospect, she wonders if she could have saved him. He begins to haunt her and blame her for the life she ended too soon.
Save Me: Haunted by day and night by the warrior who's life she might have ended too soon, she goes to one of the Priestesses to help her. She needs to find a way to atone or banish him--to make peace.
On the Fields: Hevor decides to confess her misgivings to the stallion's family
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: I do
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:Answer here Free Prompt [RESPONSE]:
A gray mist floated over the battle-field. It was silent except for the screams of the dying and the crows. Hervor moved with her Valkyrja sisters onto the field of battle.
Her hooves were wet with blood, the churned earth shifting beneath her paws. She leaned down to look at the first warrior. He was dead, already being lead to Valhalla. She bowed her head then moved to the next one.
His chest was ripped open, blood pouring in a froth from his lips. Little bubbles shifting on his lips. The knifr was in her hand, the end sharpened thinly to pierce the body easier.
"Aivert," she lowered herself closer to him. His eyes were wide, but there was no fear in them. She had known those eyes for a long time. She had grown up knowing Aivert.
"Hervor," the lips bubbled with blood as she pushed back the hair falling into his eyes.
"It's okay. You don't have to talk." Hervor leans close, her mouth near his ear. "Valhalla awaits for you. Go now, old friend. Feast in the Great Halls." The blade in her paw slipped between his third and fourth rib and upwards straight into his heart.
There was a sound like a sigh as he whispered that name of glory, "Valhalla." She wondered what it looked like, if she would get there one day.
She brushed back his hair one more time and kissed his forehead farewell. Tonight, his pyre would burn and his ashes would rise to elevate him.
Hervor wished that she could weep for him. She had never weeped for them, for theirs was glory everlasting. Besides, there was a field to give mercy to.
She thrust the blade into the dirt and wiped it clean before moving on to the next dying warrior.
[NAME]:Lady Audhilda Snærblod [MEANING]:Derived from the Old Norse elements auðr "wealth, fortune" and hildr "battle". [GENDER]:Female
[TEMPER]:Thoughtful [PERSONALITY]:Audhilda is one who considers actions whenever possible before acting, and is sometimes slow to speak as she ponders the words she wants to say. This is by no mean a sign of stupidity however, but simply that she is in no rush and wishes to be certain of what she is doing or saying before she commits to it. She is therefore exceedingly patient, and often in thought.
[ROLE]:Seidmadhr
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:I would love to collaborate on plots.
The Test: Audhilda feels she is being pushed in a certain direction. Events happening, things she comes across. It's some kind of message, surely from the gods. But which god, and what does it mean?
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:I swear to do my best to do the former, and to try and ask questions about anything I'm uncertain of. Short of my life going sideways, I will almost definitely be active.
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:3 [RESPONSE]: An auspicious day had dawned, in which Yrsa was declared to be next in line to the throne and Audhilda couldn't--and didn't want to--keep from smiling. This was a good choice, not only because Yrsa was the oldest of them, but she was one of the best choices Audhilda could have wished for. Certainly she didn't want the role. She was much happier to advise and as a Völva this was all according to the gods will regardless, for she loved her eldest sister dear. Perhaps all their siblings held the gods blood within their veins, but each god had their role to play, and too did she and her sisters. This felt good and right.
She moved among those of the tribe, even as she enjoyed the day. Offering advice when asked, and once or twice when she saw one who seemed concerned about some matter or other ascertaining the problem and suggesting a solution, or simply offering comforting words. None seemed to be worried about Ysra's coronation at the least, though if they were Audhilda doubted such things would be said to her. She personally worried not for her sister, not only in the sure knowledge that she would suit the task well, but she felt certain that there was no one who would attempt to spoil the day or harm her eldest. Ysra was well-liked so far as Audhilda knew, and so she celebrated gladly and basked in her sister's presence and laughter. Such a glorious day!
ARaven'sFeatherForMyHair....
[USERNAME]:Ebonrune
[NAME]:Lady Arnbjörg Snærblod [MEANING]:Old Norse name derived from the elements arn meaning "eagle" and björg meaning "help, save, rescue". [GENDER]:Female
[TEMPER]:Patient [PERSONALITY]:Arnbjörg is of a gentle temperament. This doesn't mean she won't sharpen her claws and wade into battle with her sisters, or that she is any less willing to kill, she simply lacks the bloodlust. She doesn't need battle to be happy, but woe betide if you threaten her home or family. She is quiet and gentle at peace, but to underestimate her is a fatal mistake, for she will fight as viciously as any if the situation calls for it.
[ROLE]:Helbredes
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:I am totally down for collaboration.
Sickness: A malady has befallen the young, and the only supposed cure is a herb that grows far away. Arnbjörg has never left their lands, but now she must or a whole generation could be lost.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:Yessm, to the best of my ability I shall do.
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:1 [RESPONSE]: She had done it. She had survived the trials and emerged an adult. So many choices lay before her, so much potential. She was almost giddy with it, but she already knew what her future held. She had no interest in becoming a warrior, for battle for the sake of it didn't interest her. Nor did she have any real wish to depart from their lands for strange places, for she had no urge to wander. It was to caring for others that her interest lay. There were warriors enough, but what was needed was those who could patch those warriors up. This was her calling, and she was certain of it. This was the will of the gods, and she accepted it gladly.
Lifting her head to the sky she called out in exultation, not only of the surety of her choice, but that she had made it to adulthood. Her sisters would be proud, but how could any less be expected of a Snærblod? They were survivors.
[TEMPER]:Brutish. [PERSONALITY]: Stolteinn is greedy in more ways than one. She tends to eat more, drink more, and brawl more than others around her. Hedonistic to her core, Stolteinn surrounds herself with her things - be they playthings, thralls, or riches. She is war-hardened and is oftentimes out with her war-band in order to fatten her larder (and for the prosperity of the Queen, of course). She does not shirk from the blood of her enemies and oftentimes in battle the frenzy takes her and she is an unstoppable force of claw and fang.
Stolteinn prefers the company of herself and her war-band above others. She thinks females to be stronger than males and her war-band is female dominated only because she prefers it that way (despite the beliefs of the herd). Stolteinn has never said as much outright, but the fact is difficult to dispute.
Stolteinn feels no small sense of unabashed entitlement because the Blood runs thick and hot through her veins. At times there is deep, immeasurable jealousy regarding her eldest sister - only because Stolteinn would quite like the title of Queen for herself - but it has never manifested into anything more than mild malcontent. For now.
[ROLE]:Jarl
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:Family drama - I would loooove to see some family drama between Stolteinn and any of her sisters - specifically Yrsa. I'd love for her to get beat down and humiliated by the eldest sister. Perhaps she even loses her title and lands? Perhaaaaps she does something absolutely heinous, like attempting to take the position of Queen herself - and then, being utterly thwarted by Yrsa, decides to leave (a plot twist only, it would NOT be permanent) and takes her war-band with her in an attempt to start up another herd -- and then is captured by a war-band (maybe one of her sister's) and she's brought back to the herd as a thrall - and while serving as a thrall, she realizes how badly she's messed up and seeks to make amends with her family. MAYBE she's sent out to complete an impossible task by her sister(s) in order to prove her dedication and loyalty once more?
War-band initiation: I think Stolteinn will put her prospects through their paces; she will force interested parties to complete nearly impossible tasks in order to prove themselves to her.
These are just a few things I've thought of!
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:I do, by the glory of the Olfattir.
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:3 [RESPONSE]: Third-born.
Third-best.
Stolteinn remained in the caverns for as long as she could. Only when the bitter taste in her mouth became too much for her to bear did she take her leave, shouldering past a few old warriors who loitered at the mouth of the caves. Something more than jealousy ran hot through her veins; it was ugly and foul but family was everything and there was nothing she could do about it. She did not feel ashamed for entertaining the thought of hurting her sister - she was a Snærblod, after all, and the Blood sang through her veins as wild and unfettered as it did Yrsa's - and while the urge to act on her emotions was almost undeniable, Stolteinn was not a stupid mare.
Hot-headed, yes. Quick to act, absolutely. Stupid? Never.
The short canter back to her own stronghold was filled with only the sound of her own breath as it whistled through her lungs.
At the dawn of a new day, she would assemble her war-band. She would temper her envious nature in the blood of battle. She would present her Queen-sister with pretty thralls and vast riches.
She would stifle her jealousy, for to act on it would undoubtedly mean her own inevitable death. If the gods favored her, perhaps in time they would allow her to reap the rewards.
[TEMPER]:Trickster [PERSONALITY]:Illskuna is and always has been (and likely always will be) something of a wicked creature. Though her name implies her of a malicious nature, the truth of the matter is that Illskuna is nothing more than a trickster, a mischievous beast of a mare that enjoys taking pranks a little too far than she should. It has happened (on more than one occasion) that she has lured an unsuspecting thrall to their death by way of her warped sense of humor.
So, perhaps in a way, Illskuna is a little malicious, but never to those she might consider to be her family. To her family, she is loyal without fault. She takes great joy in her crafting - she is known as a Mærbjór, or Beer Maiden, and has quite the expansive knowledge when it comes to using a vast range of rare hops, berries and herbs in order to craft brew for the herd to enjoy during the coldest of winter months.
[ROLE]:Frimager
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:Someone to play pranks on! Maybe she develops an interest in a particular male and seeks to wreak havoc in their life; maybe it escalates until it comes to a head, and then a confrontation?
Some herdmembers to become her dedicated beer-taster?
Interactions with all of her sisters!
A prank gone awry, which leads to her getting in a little bit of trouble.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:I do, with the promise of the Olmattir's blessing!
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:Free prompt! [RESPONSE]: Illskuna stood knee-deep in the snow, idly watching her thrall root around in the frosty stuff for a rare sort of berry. Her thoughts were placid - as placid as a Snærblod's could be - and instead of her usual thoughts of trickery Illskuna was thinking about the next sort of ale she could brew.
She wanted something sunny to warm the bones during the cold autumn nights. Something fruity, even, with a citrus bite that tickled the tongue. Nothing too hoppy - while some of the herd were fond of hops, Illskuna found them far too bitter. This wasn't to say she never brewed the stuff; she did, and the herd had a near constant supply of the stuff. But Illskuna wanted something different, something raw and sweet and tart - something that she could dedicate to Yrsa, perhaps, in honor of her crowning.
It would be something of a long trek to the trees that bowed beneath the weight of lemons, but it would be well-worth it. Perhaps a bit of honey, as well, to sweeten the bite of the wheat she'd use. Cinnamon, too.
Shifting on her paws, Illskuna let out a low snarl. Her thrall stopped and slowly turned, his head lowering in deference to the mare.
"Come. We go to Hjordheim. I must give prayer to Kvasir in hopes that by worshipping him he will provide me with the answers I seek."
Yes. Kvasir would not let her down. He would give her the inspiration she sought to craft an ale so pleasing to the tongue her sister would revel in it.
[TEMPER]:Traditional. [PERSONALITY]:Vitur is a mare who lives by the mantra of be seen and not heard - she speaks only when she has something of importance to say, and because of this her words carry more weight. She is wise, quiet, and thoughtful; Vitur will always think before speaking because words can never be taken back no matter how one might wish it so. It is a lesson that has been hard-learned, but it is one that she has taken to heart.
Vitur prefers to be alone, and her solitary nature is something she feels no urge to change. When she is not carrying out her duties, she is training hopeful Valkyrja in the merciful gift of death and the painless ways to accomplish a peaceful passing. She takes her title very seriously, but has no desire to ever amount to more. Vitur knows her job is important, and it is equally important to properly train those who might wish to follow in her footsteps.
[ROLE]:Valkyrja
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:Training hopeful Valkyrja.
Interactions with her sisters.
Someone to rile her up and shake her loose, just for a little while.
I think it would be interesting to have her come across a half-dead warrior on the field, but not one so mortally wounded that he or she requires Vitur's assistance. I think it would be neat to see their relationship grow and flourish - be it romance, dear friends, or even someone who is wounded so gravely that they can never battle again, only to have Vitur take them under her wing in order to teach them the ways of the Valkyrja.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:Until I am witnessed in Valhalla, absolutely yes!
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:One. [RESPONSE]: There had never been any doubt in Vitur's mind as to which path she would take. Long hours - countless hours - had been spent loitering around the Valkyrja, listening to them speak about the glory they had seen and the warriors they had witnessed to Valhalla. Warriors who would see Valhalla thanks only to them. The Valkyrja did not seek riches, fame or praise. They did not become Valkyrja because it was easy. It was not a simple thing, knowing the exact way to take a life so that the warrior felt no pain. It was sometimes a difficult thing to accomplish, and some of the Valkyrja felt strained by their duties.
Vitur would not feel strained. She would feel only pride. She would ride the waves of glory as they rippled outwards from their epicenter, and while she would not be at the forefront of battle she would at least be there when the gates of Valhalla opened for the warriors who lingered on the battlefield. There was glory in that, Vitur had always yearned to say. There was glory in sending bloodied and dying warriors to the great Halls.
It would be who she would become. Vitur Snærblod, Valkyrja.
[NAME]:Audhild [MEANING]:Derived from the Old Norse elements auðr "wealth, fortune" and hildr "battle". [GENDER]:(Do they view themselves as another gender?)No
[TEMPER]:Proud [PERSONALITY]:Curious and thoughtful. Audhild is a proud warrior, she loves to fight just as much as anyone else in the herd and she will always do her job her sister and Queen asks of her but she is often too curious for her own good. She likes to know things and knows much about life and what it means to be a Valkyrja, she does it proudly cause she knows shes sending the fallen on to the plentiful halls of Valhalla. She can think of no other honor then to go there but she is always watching, learning and observing everything around her with thought and curiosity. She had thought about being a Bjargrýgr but she didn't like seeing those in her herd in the pains of labor. She turned to what she could do best, ending the pain for those who had been injured horribly in battle and needed to go meet their ancestors in Valhalla.
At night if shes not busy she is often found watching the stars or the clouds. She is fascinated by birds and Soquili that can fly. She wishes she could fly, to be that much closer to Valhalla and Olfattir. She wishes she could be closer to them and to see the herd from the sky. She is curious as to how big their herd lands are from the sky. Would it seem bigger from up there? Would it seem smaller? She doesn't know and wishes she could find out her self.
[ROLE]:Valkyrja
[FUTURE PLOTS?]: I would like her to find someone whom she should be putting to rest on the battle field but she cant cause she loves them, someone who might be a stallion that she has wanted to have children with. Maybe everyone has given up on him and think he is lost to them and ready to go on but she finds it hard to do so and chooses to save him instead. She'll deal with any anger or ill will directed at her cause of her choosing to keep him around but she cares for said stallion(Or Mare im not against either gender) and finds herself dealing with anger from her family. I think it would be a good test of her self will for this job. Maybe things do not go well and he gets worse and she has to send him on to Valhalla. Maybe he doesn't get worse and he accepts that she cares for him and loves that she saved him and doesn't get mad with her and accepts that she did this cause of her feelings for him. It will depend on if I do this as a Solo RP or as an RP with someone that will work with me on this idea.
I also want to see her in patrols often to find fallen who need to pass on. And to help protect the herd and their borders. Maybe get lost by her self in the snow or with some others and have to help find her/their way out and back home. Maybe they have to hunt something on their own and it proves hard for them to catch anything in a blizzard. Maybe she has to put one of the members in her traveling party down cause they got hurt, got too cold or got trapped in an avalanche.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: Olfattir himself couldn't keep me away from the herd should I win one of these girls.
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:2 [RESPONSE]: Audhild sets out with the others on their war band excursion. She wasn't leading but she trusted the one who was leading it all the same. She came as support more then anything. She aims to help where she can and to see more. She loved seeing things, going places with in their borders. Seeing new trees or animals was fun. Seeing how nature moved out side of the herd was exciting to her. She did not mind leading though she would like to lead every now and again if she had the good favor of her Queen to bless her with leading a war band. But she was loyal if not obedient to her Queen and did what was asked of her.
Walking along through the freshly falling snow she watched the others as they moved about. She watched under the trees or bushes for any new feathers to collect. She liked to add new feathers to her collection. Bluebird feathers were her favorite so far but she also was often on the look out for cardinal feathers. She wanted some of the red ones to wear when she went into battle, something to show off against her dark colors like blood while she fought for her herd. She Loved nothing more then a good blood letting and a wonderful chance to fight for her Queen.
The leader of this War Band was a bit demanding, pushing them right off the bat to go faster, she kicked up the speed and hurried along with the others. She sighed, not liking that such speed was needed through all the freshly fallen snow, not to mention it was still falling and she didn't like the idea of running like this in a Blizzard. Someone would get hurt. She did not like seeing her herd in pain, that’s why she did the job she did and put those in pain out of it quickly and with as little pain as she could manage. She did not like to see others suffer and to end their pain meant sending them to feist in Valhalla and there was no better honor.
She heard the call to stop and she slowed to a stop and looked up at the leader. She couldn't see much of anything with the snow fall but she head the stallion calling for a rest till the snow settled some more. She watched the shapes of the others settle onto the ground and cover themselves with their furs. She watched as the War Band leader stood among the ring of the others with them and covered himself but stood, watching for danger and ready should something find them. Sighing, her breath coming out in a waft of fog from how warm she was from the running. She curled up as well in the snow and tucked her furs around her self and rested, her nose going under her fur as she closed her eyes till the snow had slowed down some more.
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