The World Turns

Time passes, and the people of the Valr wait . . .

 

The builders have toiled on the land, forming it to suit the needs of the people. The Whispering Caverns twist and weave into a maze of passages under their hands, guarding the entrance to our lands. The regions are marked and named; in particular, the lands of the Basin will take shape tonight; Axe Glacier will stand, but the ruins of Axe Fjord cannot be rebuilt; of the islands in the bay, Skjern and Skerry of Var are being made habitable while the others will remain scenery. For the rest, there is discussion about which regions will have a place across the wider world, but some settlements are already being marked and runestones laid.

 

In light of this the Jarl, in his wisdom, had laid down rules so that there can be no doubt about what is expected of the people of these lands.

 

And the needs of these people are being met in other ways, too. Provisions for their movement, looks, clothing and other necessities are placed on the lands for their use.

 

The work goes on, and the time for habitation draws nearer . . .

The Sims Currently (June 2012)

. . . The World Turns . . .

 

The Missing Years

Mist rose high on the mountains, the warm sun drawing it up from the valleys below as it dried out the land at the start of the day. The day dawned brightly, belying the sense of gloom that was growing on the lands below. The HighJarl had returned from his trials, filled with hope for the future and looking forward to the birth of his child.

On arrival, though, his heart was all but stilled as he received the news that his mate was gone. and her young son and their unborn child with her. When he demanded to know the facts of what happened, he was told that no one was entirely sure, but that they believed she’d been taken by the sleen that had recently carried off one of the bonds.

The truth was, she’d been told he was on his way back so had waited patiently for days in the ruins, hoping to catch a glimpse of him when he returned so she could meet him with Thorbjørn. On one particular day, she’d wandered further than she normally would have and was met by a stranger, a rarius, who said he’d been sent to check on her by an old friend. Unhappy at finding her alone, and of hearing of the seeming disappearance of her mate, he immediately took her and carried her off to her former guardian, and took her young son from her to be with his blood father. Soon after, she was sent for and taken from her guardian’s home to the city of Hochburg.

Devastated by the reports of those around him, but unwilling to take what was being said at face value, Gab searched the lands about the holding for some time for any signs that might give him a clue to Fri’s whereabouts. His grief was great, and as days passed and turned into hands, and the hands to passages of moons, the turmoil within him grew. He, as Fri had, began to haunt the ruins while he waited. Eventually, he gave in to the seeming reality of the reports.

Once more, he thought, he’d lost those he loved, had failed them in some way. To atone, he did as the other scars on his body attested. Deep scars below his eyes, one for his mate, one for his lost unborn child, were added to the other network of lines and symbols on his torso. He retreated to the hall, ordering the gates shut and closing off the Valr from all around for the next twenty years.

In that time, many things changed. Tófí Éyvínðr, a friend from Gab’s childhood, came to seek him out, having heard stories of the fabled hall and of his friend’s possible connection with it. What he found when he arrived, and was eventually let in after convincing the guards of the truth of his claims, disturbed him greatly. To find his friend half mad with grief was bad enough but, as he walked about the holding and talked to the people there, he found that the man Gab should have been able to trust, his axe, Spec, was plotting against his life.

Tófí took things in hand in the only way he knew how. He took over as HighJarl, giving Gab time to rest and recover. He took Spec to one side and left him in no doubt about what he thought of him, and what would happen if he didn’t change. Spec, as only he could, over-indulged in mead and, after another drunken ramble to ask the gods for guidance, he disappeared . . . or, at least, that’s how the story goes.

To some extent, Gab has recovered, although changed greatly. For a time, he held the position of Shield for Tófí, giving him the loyalty his friendship deserved. Eventually, he resumed his proper role as Jarl, claimed Bára as his mate and opened the gates of the Valr. Life settled and time passed until one day, a visitor arrived . . .

Spec and Nana’s Morning After.

Together under the Raven’s Tree.

SPECIALEST Dagger wakes up and scrambles out of bed seeing the Jarl’s woman in bed with me instead of my woman “By the Gods! What in Odin are you doing in bed with me?” trying to find my leathers

SPECIALEST Dagger hopping around on one foot as I make way to the stairs falling down them and ending with a thud at the bottom, “By the Gods!” laying on the floor looking up at the roof beams

SPECIALEST Dagger climbs back up the stairs almost crawling as I grab my leathers and my belts which were where they’d been left in a pile last evening. Looking to the bed where the Jarl’s woman was laying, an eyebrow raised as I gather my things so I can get dressed

SPECIALEST Dagger storming down out of the hold, one boot on, one off. My leathers folded over my arm as I walk past everyone wanting to get as far away from the holding as quickly as I can. Grumbling as I walk down the path, my sword belt dragging behind me.

Nana Yngvarrdottir was had been out following the sound of her brother’s shouting this morning fearing he’d lost his mind and nearly bumped into her mate at the gates looking like a sad child that didn’t get dessert “W’ats wrong Ungi?”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to her with an eyebrow raised, “I woke up,” stressing the next few words, “in our bed and was rolling over to wrap my arms around you and well, hmmm, mmm, Gab’s woman was in there with me instead of you.”

Nana Yngvarrdottir stood there confused now, her arms quickly folding over her chest as she let her head tilt just so slightly in her amusement “Ah see, s’e lost ‘ers mind and yew just comforting ‘er, iie?”

SPECIALEST Dagger sits down on the edge of the bridge looking to her, “I did no such thing! Like I said I woke up in our bed and rolled over and there she was, where You should have been. I have no idea how she got there, by the Gods woman, you think I would take her there! Have you lost yer head?”

Nana Yngvarrdottir stood there swaying back and forth on her heels trying so hard not to laugh at how upset he seemed to have a feisty red-head in his bed this morning “Variety is t’a spice of life and yew scared of a little pepper ?” she couldn’t help it now and snorted trying not to bust up completely “Ah know Ungi…s’e bite Ah t’ink. ” she stuck her tongue out at him and then just lost it laughing ” Ah gots t’a lower side , s’e can take top side ”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to her as I pull my leathers on and then my other boot. I look to the heavens, “By the gods, what type of holding have you brought me to!” shaking a fist in the sky as my gaze falls back down to her. “Now wait wait and hold your tongue woman there are some things I will never do,” spitting off the wall, “and a real big one is furring Gab’s woman. I might fur every other bond or free I can lay my hands on and thats a big might, but her, that I will never do! You too think I would bring another into our bed on the night where we consummated my claim to ya not long before. Have you lost your mind?”

Nana Yngvarrdottir stood there wide-eyed, well for her, as wide-eyed as was possible, which wasnt much “Meh, lost w’at? ” She rolled her eyes and walked to the edge of the bridge hopping up there next to him “Ita been gone for long time love. Ah accepted yew did Ah not?” Truth of the matter, she would have said no, regardless if she wanted him or not, Her brother was his saving grace, “Maybe yer Gods t’ought it was as funny as Ah did.”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking over to her holding my sword belt in my hand, I look back towards the gate. My eyes following the drag mark it had left when I left the hall in my great haste. “Seems now it must have been Loki trying to mess with my head.” folding my arms across my chest after doing so I look down to her and speak “You know I want you or I wouldn’t have come all this way to claim ya and now I have you. The first night we spend together doing something other than sleeping, ” takes a deep breath, “it’s a real shock to wake up to a different woman then ye went to bed with or does this sort of thing happen around this holding a lot?”

Nana Yngvarrdottir blinked innocently and decided this was just too good to pass up. “So Ungi, just ‘ow much mead yew let t’em girl pour down yer t’roat last eve? Ah was umm..” well she hadn’t thought that far ahead to have a lie all lined up and ready to go…she’d bring a hand up to her lips, and start nibbling on her nail as she thought it over quickly “Ah was out looking for Frisjael” she nodded with a grin “Yew sure t’at was meh?” She forced the straight face she held but was just bursting inside

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to her my eyes bugging out holding a hand out to her. “I think I’m going to be sick.” I stare at her a moment grabbing a hold of the edge of the wall as everything comes up bellowing out. “I did no such thing. It was you that I took last night, I am sure of it!” Wanting proof right then and there as I turn around thinking. There has to be some bruising on her thighs. I pray to the Gods that there is, “Show me your thighs woman! i know it was you. By the Gods as my witness, I know this to be true.”

Nana Yngvarrdottir gasped and jumped up grabbing his wild blonde locks so he didn’t need a bath too later “Ohh Ah was kidding! Ita be meh yew took last sleep ” Na sucked in her bottom lip and now had a healthy dose of guilt for teasing him . Though she had to smile at the thought, just thinking of enjoying another woman had made him lose his meal.

SPECIALEST Dagger crumbles over the wall, my head hanging there as I look back over my shoulder. “Now ye think that be funny to see if I was crazy enough to fur your brothers woman?” I stagger to my feet and sit back down on the wall a little light-headed, miss the spot I aimed for and crash to the stones of the bridge looking to her. “See now you got me all thinking I did something and it nay be true. You can be a cruel woman.”

Nana Yngvarrdottir rushed to him and was going to attempt to help him back to his feet, but soon realized as she stood there before him, that would a small miracle, not to mention about 4 men, maybe 3 if they’d not yet been in the mead and bonds yet ” Ah denna mean ta make ya w’eezy love.” She frowned and turned her toes in on one another and batted her heavy black lashes at him “Ah t’ought yew would laugh….” She shrugged and just bent down crawling through the tree trunk that was her mate, to his lap “Ah guess we can’ot all be as good ‘umored as Ah am…” She ducked under his arms and had herself being help there in his lap and nudged in for a kiss “T’ere Ah make it all better”

SPECIALEST Dagger smiles as I get up “Thats a little better.” letting out deep breath almost gagging again at the smell. I look over the edge of the bridge to the water below walking towards the middle looking back to her. My head shaking with every step, needing something to wash my mouth out and having nothing with me as I drop my sword belt by the wall. I climb up on the edge thinking to play a little game on her. I turn to face her. “May the Gods strike me down if I think of bedding another free woman of this hold!” With that I stomp my boot and slap me leathers. My hand grabbing my chest as my eyes go wide and fixed on her. I fall from the bridge into the water below swimming under the bridge where she can’t see.

Nana Yngvarrdottir had thudded out of his lap and watched curiously as he walked to the middle of the bridge. She canted her head a bit as he leaned over the edge “Dunnt get ta close..Ita be slipper…” She had not got the word out yet before the bosk sized man went diving over the edge of the bridge. There was no scream as she got to her feet, her mouth just a big gaping, silent hole. This time her eyes would have been enormous next to a dinner platter. She finally got both brain and feet to function together and darted to the edge of the bridge, screaming back to the guards “IMS FELL!” over and over. “Specccc!” She screamed down into the foggy water that didn’t appear to have even parted for him it was so thick. She panicked… Great, first time she’d even thought of a mate after Kadluk and Ataneq’s father had passed and not only does she make him puke, but now she had him jumping off bridges. Pretty soon she’d be the talk of all the gossip in the sewing circles of the torv halls if this kept up “SPPPPPEEECCCC!” she called again praying he did actually hit the water and not the banks.

SPECIALEST Dagger swims out the others side taking deep breath as I try to remain under the water swimming towards the fishing dock. Moving silently through the water, only breaking the surface to get a breath before diving back down under the waves, I make my way away from the bridge.

Nana Yngvarrdottir was leaning over the bridge now, feet dangling high above the bridge’s road, trying to see through the mist over the water. She looked towards the gate and growled, as it seemed the guards were either, drunk or sleeping again. All her screams had been in vain. “Well now w’at?” She huffed falling back down to her feet from the wall. “Ah t’ink ita be a sign. No mate for Na…she break em all.” she said to herself, though it came from her lips out loud. She glanced around a few ehns, noticing she and Spec had been the only two out here. Her brow arched as as she started taking quick, purposeful steps back towards the gate. If no one saw her, she’d not get blamed. Thats it! And when they came with word, she would scream and cry and act as if she had no idea. Yes! There you go “Blameless” chimed Na. She turned to run back to the hall, but had a second thought as she turned to run to the edge of the bridge again “Ita be meh yew took last night Ungi. Ah be positive or Ah be at t’a ‘all already but mah ‘ips arent as yew found t’em .. Feast well with yer Gods mah Ungi!” she called down to him.

SPECIALEST Dagger reaching the fishing dock, I reach up and pull myself from the water sitting on the dock. I lay there on my back laughing, looking up to the heavens. “Odin I do thank you for guiding me here to her, but tell that damn Loki to stay out of it.” Chuckling as I get to my feet, I wander up to the fishing shack making my way inside. I lay down catching my breath and trying to warm up some. I think to myself that I shall stay in here for a while to see what happens. Closing my eyes, I soon drift off to sleep.

Rekindled Fire in Yngvarr’s Hall

Warmth! That was the first thing that filtered through to her sleep-clouded brain. She was warm. It had been some time since she’d felt warm. Perhaps Odin had seen fit to take her to his halls and it was his fires that chased the aches from her cramped muscles that the icy winds of the hillside had induced. The smell of freshly baked bread assails her nostrils and she inhales deeply, savouring its aroma. She lays a while longer with her eyes closed, not daring to open them in case she is dreaming again and it would all disappear to be replaced by the biting cold and frozen grass of the hillside.

Distant noises filter through to her: the background hum of speech; the far-off voice of a woman singing a joyous song as she goes about her business; a rhythmic pounding as grain is pulverized into flour, or whatever the action was in, she assumes, the faraway kitchen; laughter, both the deep, booming tones of men and the higher, lighter lilt of women; and something else – something closer.

Her attention now focuses on a tiny snuffling sound that seems to her to come from her own body. Her brow folds into the small furrows of a frown as she listens carefully to try to pinpoint the source of the noise. Is it a small animal come to benefit from the heat of the fire? She ought to look in case it’s something that might do her harm, but she feels so relaxed, so comfortable, that she thinks this unlikely. Her natural curiosity, though, starts to get the better of her so that when she feels the wriggle beside her where she lies, she half-decides to open her eyes. When, ihn later, something warm and wet tugs at her breast, sucking on the nipple, the decision is out of her hands and her eyes fly wide open and she looks down.

“Oh,” she whispers im a long, exultant sigh, as the soft auburn wisps of Thorbjorn’s hair come into focus. Tilting her head forward, her lips press softly against the downy hair and she breathes in deeply the smell of the boy’s head, a smell best known to a mother. Tears well in her eyes and overflow silently from her eyes sideways onto the pillow. Her arm curls around the tiny body and draws it closer as he grunts and sniffles at his meal. She lets her gaze wander around the room, reassuring herself that she is, indeed home again. Familiar objects come into view – furniture, ornaments, the diminutive keg of mead on her mate’s bedside drawers, the pictures she’d made to hang over Thorbjorn’s cradle, bright to catch his eye. She pushes her head forward a little so her face contacts Gab’s pillow and inhales, smiling as his familiar, exciting odour fills her. Yes, she really IS home!

She looks down at herself. Someone has obviously been busy, as the stinking tunic is gone and the caked mud that had covered her body has been washed off. Even the belt Gab had made her wear is gone. Instead, she lies, clean and fragrant, in a soft white gown, her flame-coloured hair flowing round her on the pillow, her son taking his fill of milk from her breast.

She closes her eyes again, this time to pray, her gratitude to Odin spilling in mumbled words from her fast-moving lips. She asks the Allfather to bless her man, and to give her the strength to meet his eye when he comes to see her, as she knows he will. She nestles in the bed with her suckling son, and eventually sleeps again.

Some time later, she doesn’t know how much has passed, she’s woken by a bustling outside as, it seems, the hall bursts into life. She hears running feet, shouted commands, slaps as bonds who are slow to act are sped on their way. The door opens a crack and verandi’s face peers round then pulls back. Hushed whispers outside the door cease after a few ihn and a bond is thrust into the room, a blue gown draped over her arms. “A’ve been told ta dress ya, Mistress,” she says, her eyes on the ground. “Jarl’s on’s way ‘ome. Yu’v ta be med ready, ’em says.”

Frisjael smiles and rises from her bed, laying her tiny son in his cradle. Unlacing the robe she wears, she lets it drop around her feet as she tries to recall, as much as she can, the nature of her home-coming. Her mind is blank on the subject, though.

If I told him anything, she thinks I can’t remember. I’ll have to tell him when he gets here.

She smiles to herself as the bond sets to helping her dress and doing her hair. Then the girl disappears, only to return ehn later with a tray of food. “Ya must eat, Mistress. Jarl says,” she mutters, placing the tray on the table and withdrawing.

The Jarl’s Woman sits herself at the table, eats a little, and waits for her man.

An Old Face New Amongst Yngvarr’s Hall

A life time of change, only a few are brave enough to allow it to show as openly as Olaf the Great. Elder of the Eldest of Torvaldsland.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Serve~~~~~~~~~~~~

verandi was still half asleep from having nodded off at the bosk pens, she’d washed up before coming into the hall though her eyes were still sleepy, seeing the Free about she moves gracefully over to the barrel of warm mead, full hips swaying as supple breasts bounce with each intricate step, she peered over a slender shoulder at the stranger, having heard him greet but was gone before she could answer, grasping a large pitcher she fills it with the warm mead, pulling some spice free from a sachet on the table she places it over the ambered liquid, turning on her toes she makes her way back to them

verandi moves over to her Mistress, slipping the tie free at her hip she pulls the horn into her small fingers, filling it to its rim with the warm mead she raises it to her heart not pressing against her skin, whispering a soft prayer before holding it up in offering, her Mistress worked very hard she was sure she could use a relaxing moment “mead my Mistress” she chimed sweetly casting radiant green eyes up to her

Nana Yngvarrdottir stepped back as he settled into the bench but stayed close to take anything he should decide to unburden himself from. She knew her bond would feed him til he could pop . She would settle into the seat further down, staring quite inquired by the rare quest. She glanced back to verandi and whispered a quick “Helisa ” to her, then to him “Torv?” she finally, and rather bluntly bold her normal disposition, asked him

Olaf The Great hunkering down in the seat keeping my walking stick in hand as I look about the hall. My eyes finding the bond with a grin as I watch her licking my lips in a fashion of my youth I little grin and cackle follow . Now there be a good-looking bond . I smile aye that I am I only can be one of the first ones to walk the northern paths of life I have seen many things in my time . Some good and some bad. Now days I am much more a wanderer trying to find out if the old ways are still around . And I am afraid there’s not much left of them anymore. So I am just looking for a place to rest my weary bones till Odin comes to claim me .

verandi tugs on her lower lip as she looks between the two, turning on her toes as her nose turns up towards the seemingly now ready meat, picking the finest selections of roasted bosk meat she arranges it upon a platter, holding it in her hand she makes her way back to the Jarl, whispering a “Helisa my Mistress” before she went, her lithe frame pressing up against the Man, full breasts grazing his shoulder as supple thighs trembled to please him, her small foot grazing up his leg as she placed the platter before him, her green orbs casting over his belt for his horn “Helisa Jarl” she chimed sweetly

nadira: I shiver so as I enter the room and listens close to the free speaking and First girl

Nana Yngvarrdottir had turned her body towards him now, fingers slipping back to one of verandi’s thick thighs in a passing drift “Ims travel alone, feeds ims.” She said softly “T’en Ah can’ot find Ataneq or Kadluk anyw’ere. Ifna yew sees em bring t’em” she then leaned down on a knee, chin propped in a hand , she, too, a fan of stories, as she had already acquired so many in her short of her own. But he, he had to have so many, he looked of age, and bless him, now even shrunken to her size, a welcomed oddity “Iie, Ah ‘ear from mah ako same t’ing ims say between t’a mens…Ita w’y we stay so ‘igh…unnoticed from w’at ‘appen past t’a foot’ills .”

Olaf The Great Looking to the bond, “I have a chore for you girl as my chompers are not used to meats such as these. I will be needing you to chew them for me girl you understand?” Feeling her body pressed to mine stirring thoughts of my youth and a hunger that I have not felt in a very very long time and this one was not for food …

Olaf The Great taking out my horn . Handing it over to her, the horn was well-worn many cracks forming on it that have been patched with every sort of material one could use. Even some barren teeth marks around the rim .

Nana Yngvarrdottir’s eyes widened as she watched these “chompers” snap from his mouth. She had to look away and test her own, for what reason, she had no idea, but she’d never seen such a thing. She looked up from her experimenting to see the beast whom had been kneeling in the snow with her girl. She sat there watching a moment. The beast did indeed stand idle while her bond washed this travelers teeth. She looked back to Olaf , glancing to see if he’d really taken them from his head or if it had been a clever trick , but certainly, his lips now caved in and proved him not magician. ” Mah attention be needed, mah bond is a good girl, yew be in good ‘ands Olaf”

verandi’s teeth trail nervously over her lower lip, full breasts heaving with labored breaths as she listened intently to him speak, setting the pitcher upon the table she trailed slender fingers along the intricate curve of her arm before reaching to the platter for a piece of the meat “yes Jarl” she smiles in response, placing the meat to her mouth slowly, her teeth sinking into the meat as she tried to chew it without losing all of its flavor and juiciest, her full hips swaying as she rocks her tender frame against him, her fingers sliding over his strong body as blond locks graze over swelling breasts, pulling the meat from between her teeth she moves her face closer to his, distracted slightly by the horn she grasped in her hand

Nana Yngvarrdottir then threw a leg over the bench and scooted to the edge until her toes finally dangled to touch the stones “bond” she said quietly looking to the other blonde that had been a party to the mess in the kitchen a few sleeps back and then simply pulled her hangerok skirts back to expose the toe of her boot. She didn’t care whether the girl understood or not, she now living under the shelter of Yngvarrs, word, she’d learn.

Olaf The Great Leaning forward to her taking the well chewed slice of meat between my lips and sucking the juices from it as I swallow the rest with a grin. “That be a fine girl just that way will work for me.” Licking my lips as I look into the bonds eyes, “Your a beauty girl, a rare gem.”

nadira: smiles to the Mistress and listens

verandi smiles brightly as she sees approval of her service, her slender hands moving to grasp the pitcher of warm mead, filling the Jarls horn to its rim she nuzzled her frame against him, pert nipples pressing against his arm as the horn slid up her curvaceous frame, shivering slightly at the warmth radiating against her, stopping at her heart she whispered a soft prayer for him before holding the vessel up in offering, her slender arm moving to grasp another piece of meat, placing it between her teeth as she had before

nadira: she is sorry I do not understand Mistress …

Nana Yngvarrdottir narrowed her eyes and said nothing as she again, this time quite a bit more ummfph in the swing of the her skirts, that had the weather stained leather boot slip further out. She looked down at her boot and then up at the bond, a thin brow arched dangerously high and stare to match. “Yew be a bond, a slave, yer ‘eart, needs and everyt’ing rest in t’a ‘and of someone yew call a Yarl or a mistress and yew dunn’t know w’at t’at mean?”

nadira: this beast is no bond Mistress she was a kajira

nadira: yes Mistress

Olaf The Great leaning over taking the slice of meat from the bonds lips lingering a small kiss to them as I part from them savoring the juices as I swallow. Looking back over my shoulder tapping the walking stick to the side of the table shaking my head. “That there be one of them southern things they be calling a slave. Kick her hard so her lips hit the ground and press her to your boot! Seems the only way they learn anything down there!”

nadira: looks over to the Jarl and listens, then looks back to the Mistress

Nana Yngvarrdottir had to bite her bottom lip, hard, so very hard to not just burst out in a laughing fit ” verandi, silkie ‘ere, from t’a south, on t’ey knees like dolls all day and look at everyt’ing a Yarl step in all day” She kept her eyes squared on the bond, yes bond, her silkie title died in the serpent. Nana repeated her early action yet again “Yew seen enough boot ta know without being told ” Nana said still soft , but a new notably evaluating tone, taking a step closer to the girl.

Olaf The Great slipping the old war-torn shield from my back though its removal did not improve my posture. I attempt to sit up straighter looking back over my shoulder as I crack the stick to the side of the table once more. “Give her a whack with this. It comes in handy for teaching lessons!”

verandi moans softly as his lips press to hers taking the meat from her, leaning back slightly she smiles before a frown momentarily finds her face as she listens to the going ons, flinching at the sudden smack to the table from the Mans stick she felt her green eyes widen, turning her head gently to the side she rubbed a tender cheek against heated slave flesh, her fingers moving to grasp another piece of meat as she again chewed it as before, her small frame wiggling up onto his lap this tame as her fingers trailed down his arm, her small face pressing towards his

nadira: I stand and listen to the thump to the table … then her blue eyes turn back to the Mistress and she waits trying to understand

verandi looks over and points to Nana’s boot and parts her first two fingers, she didn’t know if that was what the right command was but she hoped the slave knew what she meant

Olaf The Great leaning to her taking the meat chewing the juices from it as I swallow. My hands move over the girls arms and down to grasp her firm thighs a little grunt comming to my throat as its been a long time that a bond had even thought of climbing into my lap. The feeling was stirring parts long thought dormant having been unused for such a long time. Though now something stirred beneath my leathers growing once more. A smile forming on my lips as I take up the horn taking a sip as set the stick to the table and grasp at the girls firm breast my tounge slipping out wildly and moving about in a hunger not caused by the food . But drawn alive by this bonds flesh.

Nana Yngvarrdottir exhaled one of those long, drawn out breaths. Slow like the breath a larl let’s go of before that last big gulp of air before the pounce onto its meal. The breath that rumbled in her throat, it could neither be defined or could she make on a normal occasion. Her own beast knew that sound and its meaning. She had heard the thud of Olaf’s stick as well. She wasnt one to refuse the gift of a welcomed Jarl in the house of her blood. ” Bara” she said, repeating the action again, this time a heavy lift of her skirt before the release. “T’a Yarl of t’a ‘all nere ‘ave t’a need ta address yew verbally. T’is ‘all nor t’is ‘ouse willing give t’a privilege of conversing with a free. We, ” she paused and repeated the usually silent command but turned to her , na’s eyeball about boob level, but no matter and said “bara” with a smirk, then stepped back exposing her boot, “‘ave better t’ings ta do.”

verandi grins wide as she sees the Jarl’s eyes brighten, the smile on his face sending shivers down her spine as she lets a soft moan escape her lips, feeling his hands go down to her thighs she raised her tight ass slightly, full hips rolling forward as she trails her tongue seductively over luscious lips, a wider grin forming as she feels the shifting against her heat from his leathers, her small nose wiggled as she twisted her slender frame eagerly against his chest, her head jerking up suddenly as she heard the growl come from her Mistress’s lips, her small frame trembled a moment in fear as she knew full well the sound, her heart thudding faster before realizing she was not in trouble, her heart slowed seeing all was fine she turned her attention back to the Jarl

nadira: lowers her firm figure to the warm fur and listen to the Mistress order and waits for the next command

Olaf The Great Groping the bonds breast in my hand as my tounge moves pass my lips forgetting about the food my mind slipping to other things . Looking to the bond as I take a sip from the horn and setting the horn to the side as my old paw slips between the girls parted thighs running a rough digit over her soft folds of her heat dipping a finger into her as my eyes stay locked to hers.

verandi’s back arches as she feels his lips and tongue graze over her pert nipples, a soft shiver waving over her heated frame, her fingers grasping to his arms as a soft whimper and gasp escapes her lips feeling his finger slip to her heat, rising up slightly on her knees she writhes against him, her green eyes holding his gaze as her lower lip quivers,

Olaf The Great Smiles as I gently suck on the bonds nipples gumming them with a vigorous so-called bites if I had teeth. Rolling my hips up grinding into her heat the leathers stretched some what tight. As I feel her respond to my movements, “You be a fine bond girl to sit upon an old lap such as mine stirring things in me that I have not felt in a long time. Most bonds shy away from me thinking I am to old to give them a proper furring but I warn ya girl, I am still able to take ya like any young man could and even more so sustain it longer I am betting.”

Nana Yngvarrdottir made a face as the beast flopped down to the stone with all the grace of a bosk on a sand pit. She looked back to the girl “Crawl ta mah ako’s guest, beg ims use of t’a brace ims carry, ifna ims grant it, t’ank ims for t’a lesson ims offer yew, because ims ne’re ‘ave ta distract imself for yer needs. ” Her toe now slipped out from under the girls very bad posture and continued “Yer nose ne’re to ever be far from t’a stones t’at yew be unable ta smell t’a age of t’ese walls!” she huffed, stomping her way back to the seat she had taken before, but instead just placed a gentle hand on Olaf’s shoulder “Mah deepest regrets of t’a beast Yarl, s’e be new ta an iron band.” Na’s head lowered in apologizes. “Ifna yew wish a whack yerself for ‘er disrespect, allow ‘er ta mah ‘and, and ne’re waste yer enegry on such a careless beast.”

verandi moans out as she feels his hip move, the cool leathers pressing to her glistening heat, her teeth rolling her full lip as she grasps tighter to his arms, her head delicately tilting to the side as she lets a sweet grin from “I am to please all Free, shying away would be my own whipping sentence Jarl” she leaned forward, her lips trailing over his collarbone as her fingers glide down his chest “I’m eager to please you Jarl” she beamed brightly as she lifted a slender finger, tugging on a blond lock she brushes it over a slender shoulder, shivering a moment as she felt the satin graze over her exposed flesh, her heat aching as full hips thrust eagerly towards his groin

Olaf The Great Letting one hand move from her thigh to her ass massaging the firm flesh as I knead it in my palm. “Ye be a good bond that is fur sure.” Looking to the bounty of the girls flesh and to think that I had given up any hope to finding the old ways still clinging to life . But here they be alive and well my other hand slipping the finger deeper into the girls heat as I grin forms on my lips.

verandi moans out as her mind explodes with fires of need and desire to please him, her heat aching at the mercy of his hand, her sweetness grasping his finger as she writhes harder against him, loud moans escaping her lips as her hands trail and grasp at his biceps, her eyes wild with desire as she whispers melting against him, her full hips thrusting as she tosses them eagerly side to side pressing down against his leathers pleading for more

Olaf The Great A low cackle escapes my lips at her eagerness to please. Slipping the digit from her as I reach between us undoing the tattered leathers freeing ‘The Old One’ from the confines of them, feeling its hardness as I watch the bond eyes. My hips buck with a slight creak from the bench for my effort. Though I am not sure which made the noise as I growl at her, gumming her neck .

Nana Yngvarrdottir snapped out of her daydreaming and realized the bond was gone…she’d been doing that a lot since the dark clouds came over the Valr. She had to stop, else she’d be next. “Mah sons still roam in t’a valr somew’ere, Ah must get t’em before the moons peak” She looked to her beasty. She’d smile, impressed she hadn’t even batted a lash at the unusual man, but that wasnt something she’d give her while she sat by any boot.

verandi grins a little as she hears the cackle come from his lips, a slender brow perked in amusement as she wiggles in his grasp, her heart racing in her chest heaving full breasts with each breast, she moans out as she feels his finger slip from her pulsing heat, her eyes locked still on his gaze as she rises up slightly on her knees, hearing the sound of his leathers unfasten she rolls her hips forward, the dim hall light glimmering off her heated slave flesh before him, her body forming small bumps as her excitement and arousal peaked n his grasp

Tabuk for the Hold

The night of the Dark Clouds had lost the Hold not only a Shield, but the entire take of the High Jarl’s hunt. The Axe remedies that quickly.

~~~~~~~~~~~The Axe’s Hunt~~~~~~~~~~~~

SPECIALEST Dagger packing a few things for the hunt as I reach out grabbing my spear and head out of the hall trekking my way down the path to the hunting grounds which Gab spoke of setting up a tent as I prepare to head out.

SPECIALEST Dagger slipping the spear from my back as I start tracking the game moving threw the brush as I look for a game trail crossing the thicket. Moving from one area to the next, searching for a well used trail, I set up some snares for smaller game and keep my spear close in case I run across something bigger, thicker. Long ways from my camp, far off in the distance, I move silently through the woods every now and then, I stop to listen to the lands around me, each step slow and filled with purpose as I stalk the beasts on the edge of the tree line.

Step by step, I move closer, watching where my feet land as I don’t want to spook them in to flight. Spotting one large buck grazing by the edge of the wood line, I stand slowly taking aim. I rear my hand back a firm grip on the shaft of the spear then as I let it go, sailing through the air, as it strikes home. I watch the spear impale the beast, passing through its side, it is impaled to the ground. With a grin, I move from the trees to the beast, pulling my dagger and cutting its throat. Leaning down, I start to gut him, scraping out the cavity of its belly.

SPECIALEST Dagger taking the buck back to camp, I head out again looking for more meat for the holding. I move through the trees looking and checking my snares, I spot the heard back nearly in the same place as the first time out. Moving further, stepping back into the tree line, staying out of site as I move closer to my target.

SPECIALEST Dagger grips the shaft of my spear, seeking out the biggest buck I can find. Stalking it along the tree line, I get to a spot to have a better shot. Step by step, I move silently through the woods. I get to a small line of bushes taking up my spear, I let it fly, watching it soar through the air and finding its mark. The spear buries itself deep in the beast. I watch it as it staggers about, then falls over. I move quickly out from the trees, running to the beast to start cleaning out the gut cavity. I then hoist it back to my shoulder and move back to camp.

SPECIALEST Dagger returns to camp to start packing up. I then move back through the brush, checking the snares as I go. I get ready to move walk back to the hold. The long trek that lies ahead of me back up through the passes, following the winding path, as I hold on to the two large bucks draped over my shoulders.

The Fire of Yngvarr’s Hall

Tormented by dreams filled with haunting tales of how she’d failed those closest to her, the Fire of High Jarl Yngvarr’s heart let the Gods decide her return to his side…the High Jarl isnt much for fate.

~~~~~~~~~The Fire of Yngvarr’s Hall~~~~~~~~~~
Gab Yngvarr had woken, an odd twitch in my arm. It wasn’t the kind from sleeping wrong or laying on, but the lack of such things. I’d grown well used to the weight of my woman’s head settled into the crook of that elbow as we lay dreaming. In my half risen state I called out to her “Frisjæl?” waiting . . . hearing not even a stir. I sat up to find her side cold, the cradle that had held Thorbjørn, empty as well. I rub my eyes realizing, reliving, what had taken place just three sleeps ago. I growl and rip the furs back. I’d had enough of cold furs and that twitch in my arm. I storm out of alcove to the rails of the great hall over looking the pit where I’d told her to sleep. “FRISJÆL!” I demanded . . . but in response I got only silence. Where was she? I’d not even bother to grab more than just my boots as I make my way down to the pit. Three days now I’d punished her, myself, the boy. Was a coward worth all this? But no, I reassure myself, it’d been her own actions that had brought down on her my law. Making the law and living with it were matters of two entirely different beings. I stand there naked, save my boots to find the empty as well, save a note. My fists clench as I hop down the rises missing all but the top and bottom step.

Gab Yngvarr squatted down as I held the parchment, appearance of tear-stained confusion soaked through the fibers. I read slowly, each word twice, checking them and their meaning in my mind to be sure I understood. I rose to my feet, breaths heated in a raged pants, as the night it’d happened. The woman had lost her mind. Of course, I was to blame partially. I knew this, but would never speak the words aloud. I’d been harsh, unforgiving, with her especially. My mighty roar fills the hall, even the fibers of the rafter ropes huddled together in fear of what that sound meant. “To the mercy of the Gods aye?” I grunted crumbling the note in a fist. “That is not your right!” I say as the parchment flings from my hand to the flames. No one but myself would ever know just how much this had truly touched her. I knew this woman as strength, and I had broken that. I shook my head and headed straight for the doors. I stop only for a cloak, not for myself, but her when I found her. There was only one place I knew of that called to me as a spot even they could not ignore you, and there, I was willing to bet, I’d find her.”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir had lain one the hillside for two nights with nothing but the wind and rain for company. Hunger and thirst, as well as exhaustion, had grown in her, but she had refused to move, trusting that Gab would come and take her home. Eventually, too weak to keep upright, she’d curled in a ball and fallen into a fitful, dream-filled sleep.

Gab Yngvarr went stomping down the hill, family jewels swinging heavy from the nights I’d not even taken a bond to the furs with me in her absence. The cold wasn’t even a thought as I made it to the gates. I tossed the cloak over my shoulder, and hoisted a booted foot up at the gates, kicking it open. “FRISJÆL! WOMAN!” I yelled across the valr, having it bounce back in my face, as I was close to running to the cliff now. The bridge was merely a few steps as I forgot time and distance to reach that overlook. “FRISJÆL!” I demanded again as I made it to the cliffs. Panting now that I was here, I bent over to a hand on each knee as I scanned the pass, but no, my fire was nowhere. I stand, all that I was, and look up to the sky and growl from so deep in my chest it rattled the cloak down from my shoulder. My words barreled through the valr, searching for her, praying with every breath that they are heard, by her or the Gods, hers or Mine, “Uplumi niriksaptingnik tunilaurmitigut, piunnginivut isumagijungnairkit, taimattauk uvaptingnut piunngitullijut isumagijungnairvigivaptigit. Uukturmanartumut pitinnata piulitigulli piunngitumit!” ((Fast translation ~ My hope is that we will all have a strong heartbeat so we can be healthy together and since it is your heartbeat every time you talk to your heart she will always speak back.)) I break into a scream again that sounded like a war cry should those words fall to ear no longer with me. I could see it already, again my pride had cost me a very heavy price. I walk to the runestone painted in her god’s image and stare at the face daring him to have taken the Fire from my hall “Nakkertok, Pinnirayok” I say to the stone, though meant for my woman. Both hands go to my face rubbing the sweat soaked hairline back to a slick top. I walk to the edge of the cliff and pick off the cloak. If I was to search, I’d have to go back for a tunic and furs. Just as I stand to turn back, the fadest shade of a soft ginger catches my eye.

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir stirs in my sleep and moans. The whispered words, “Ungayok, inoserk” leave my lips and are lost on the chill wind. My body pulls in further, craving warmth, and wild images dance through my head of wolves and Gab and fearsome, savage birds and children. I cry out in my sleep, “Ataneq!”

Gab Yngvarr stood there as the words struggled to leave her lips, my words. She’d answered me back. I had to wipe my face again to come out of the shock of whoever, whatever, hearing my calls. I threw the cloak back over my shoulder and bound down the edge of the cliff rolling her to her side “Frisjæl?” I lift her head and lean into her ear and whisper “Minrusuktok?” and then kiss her forehead having felt her breath on my skin as I whispered, “Aye tired is just the start,” I said and wrapped the cloak around her before picking her up in my arms.  I knew she was most likely many pasangs into that land just before you meet the great parents, but I knew, if she’d heard me then, she’d hear me now. “It’s not for you to decide if you are worthy of standing next to me, it’s not even the Gods’ say woman, it’s mine and I’m not through with you yet!” I march back up the hill, woman cradled to my chest, shouting to the men on the wall, “Get the woman’s assistant. She isn’t well!” There is a flurry of sudden activity as the gates swing out and welcome my woman home again. “No one but you could care for the boy.” I would not yet tell her of the dreams I’d had while she was not in my furs but I hinted. “It isn’t only your strength that brought you back to me woman, blood seeks blood.” Again she’d not hear, but it’d find her somewhere, take her hand and bring her back.

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir’s eyes flicker open and meet yours. Joy fills my heart and spreads across my face as I move my head to find your lips with mine. “Inoserk,” I whisper again, finding your hand and placing it low on my belly. “Inoserk.” My eyes close again and my head nestles on your shoulder as peace fills me and I succumb again to sleep.

Gab Yngvarr looks down at the bundle of my woman and smiles seeing life in her eyes looking back at me but shhh her “Uinrartok, Pinnirayok” I whisper as I take her back to our furs where she belonged. On the way shouting orders at any bond in ear-shot “Bath her, feed her, sit with her!” I finally come to the first girl. “Bring her the boy,” I say not daring to look at the beast. I was sure there was shame written in the recently appearing lines around my eyes. “She is not to leave this room until she looks like she did before we lost our Shield.” I stop before disappearing down the hall to our chambers “If she isn’t . . .” I glare at the beast now “well . . . in her mind, no one but you in my house is to see her.” I then hurry down the hall and arrange her on the furs …

Hardest Punishment

It would take a strong woman to not fall apart after being stripped of her gown and modesty before the hall….but to still hold your head up high while wearing a ragged tunic, strength is not even close to what that is called

~~~~Her Second Night Sleeping away from her Mate’s Furs~~~~

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir lies and stares into the flames, the heat from the fire making her skin tingle. She shifts uncomfortably as her breasts fill, again, at the sound of her boy’s cries and start to drip their contents into the fabric of the tunic. It’s been soaked and dried many times over the past days. She must stink! She frowns as she feels the tenderness in her breasts, more than usual, and puts it down to the discomfort of lying in the firepit and the build-up of undischarged milk. She wonders, briefly, what they’re feeding him, but puts it from her mind and steels herself. She watches the flames, and lets her mind wander . . .

Her thoughts go back to her home, and the faces of her kin float before her eyes. She sees her father seated in his hall, her brothers at his side, and he motions to her to approach. She does so, feeling all the trepidation of childhood fill her again, as it always had under her father’s eye, although she looks at him, too, with some confusion. He studies her for some time while her brothers drink their mead, their eyes twinkling at her over their horns as always. How she misses them! Eventually, he speaks, his voice the deep, warm rumble she remembers. “Well, Skat, what have you done now?” he asks

Frisjael looks up at him, the urge to run and embrace him strong, but confusion still fills her. “How can you be here?” she asks, softly. “I held you in my arms as your last breath left you, your blood soaking my clothes. We lit your pyre. How can you be here now? And you, Thorbjørn, Sofus and I buried on the road after your wounds took you.” She turns to her other brother, his smile warm as he returns her gaze. “And you, too, Sofus, you I saw fall from the bridge, so close to our journey’s end. How can you sit there before me, all three?”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir’s father’s voice boomed a laugh that rang through the hall, making her jump. “You still question. Your man must have the patience of a rune priest, either that or he’s weak and will-less, and I doubt you’d be with a man who you couldn’t fight, so it must be the former. Have you dishonoured me, Skat? Do you bring me shame, even in the Halls of Odin? Tell me!”

Sighing, she recounts the events that led to where she is now, leaving nothing out. Her brothers laugh at hearing how she stood between the men and shake their heads as they drink their mead. Her father, though, keeps silent, his eye growing ever sterner. For some time after she finishes, he says nothing, giving time for the fears of childhood to fill her spirit. She feels herself tremble under his gaze, recalling punishments at his hand that would have felled some men, let alone a woman. She lowers her eyes and waits for him to speak. When he does, she can barely hear and has to strain and lean closer, although staying out of reach of his hands, even now.

“This took place before the whole hall?” his voice growls softly.
“Aye,” she whispers back, “it did.”
“Bonds as well as Free?”
“Yes, father, all were there.” Her voice quivers as she remembers how she felt, both the shame and the deep hurt she felt. She pulls herself straight and looks at her father, “My man did as he though fit in his hall,” she says, staring at him defiantly, her voice stronger, speaking as the Jarl’s Woman she now was and not the child the shade before her had known

“Aye, he did. But before bonds, Skat. How can you hold your place there now, reduced before their eyes to nothing better than they? You must go forth and think on it. If it’s Odin’s will, your man will find you.” The shapes before her start to thin. She rubs her eyes, thinking she’s seeing something that’s not there, and then smiles, for she knows in her heart they’d never been, in spite of talking to them. They fade, and she opens her eyes to see the familiar surroundings of her mate’s hall.

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir lies for some time, the dream churning through her mind as she tries to make sense of it. She awaits a quiet time when few are about, and none seem to pay her much regard, and slips off to the infirmary. Finding a writing implement and some parchment, she writes a note to her Ungayok, making him aware of her decision, and then takes it to their home, leaving it where only he will find it. She takes a last look about the the room and goes to the door, shutting it gently after her and keeping to the shadows of the corridor at the side of the hall. Seeing her chance, she slips past the guards and off down the path. “My father is right. Odin will decide,” she says to herself and disappears out into the land

Storm Clouds over the Valr

That night would change the structure of Hold forever and one will learn a lesson that she should have already known

nadira: snarls

verandi growls

nadira: she can show you silkie

verandi laughs “I’ll show you bond and see who wins”, grins

nadira: whispers yes but i was taught by the Biggest ass in Gor

nadira: giggles

verandi smirks “Aye, but I’m sure I’m meaner and have dealt with worse”

nadira: aw will see

verandi laughs “Aye”. coughs “silkie” coughs

nadira: she says as she runs the back of her hand over the beast’s face

verandi raises a brow feeling the girls hand as she reaches a slender hand up to grasp a tight wad of the slut’s hair in her hand “Really?”

nadira: as she tugs my hair.. I grip her nipple and twist it as Itug it as if to pull it off yes we will see

nadira: then she sweeps the beast legs from under her

verandi flinches feeling her nipple pulled hard, clenching her teeth she looks around for a pail of water to shove the silkie’s head into, reaching slender hands forward she flicks the girl hard on the nose, her hand still in her hair she stumbles backwards pulling the girl with her. She throws her weight forward landing on top of the girl and smacks her head onto the cool stone

nadira: laughs as she feels the small frame of a beast catching her off guard she picks her frame up then lifts the li’l framed girl and shakes her as she places her in the vat of cheese

nadira: rolls laughing as she is covered in the sour milk

verandi growls at the slut as she gives her a shove, stepping out of the vat she reaches for a large cut larma, grasping it in her hands she lunges into the girl, her elbow hitting her dead in the chest as she topples onto her, smashing the larma into her face “Silk slut!!” she hollers before backhanding her hard across the face, griping her hair in the other hand she growl as she smacks it against the floor “Bosk!” she hisses

nadira: hisses and rolls the li’l twit over and sits on her … bouncing on her small frame with the larger frame, hearing the air leaving her lungs .. enough

verandi growls as she reaches forward with both hands and gets a death grip on the girls nipples pulling with full force “no!, you enough!, you give!” she growled at her not faltering in her grip as she groaned with bouncing slut on her belly

nadira: she purrs at the grip as it has been some time … then bounces even harder

nadira: sis

nadira: hi

verandi raises a slender brow hearing the girls pleasure as she scoffs “Disgusting slut!” She turns her head seeing the other girl before raising her knee hitting the silkie hard in the back with a hard shove pushing her off her

nadira: giggles as she raises .. then kicks the slut as she moves away some

Etana: Greetings Sis’s

verandi rises to her feet and cuffs the girl hard upside the head “Heilsa girl” she says to the other

nadira: reminds the slut this one is a pain slut so fighting is fun remember

verandi perks a brow “Not when my foots lodged up your butt it won’t be”

verandi: Ooo I know, I’m a tell your Mistress!

verandi grins

nadira: that goes two ways

nadira: tell

nadira: it will be your ass too

nadira: iIwill tell Lady Z

verandi scoffs “Not a chance silkie, I’ll get you when you least expect it”

nadira: whispers remember her li’l girl

verandi: Ooo that’s not fair!!

nadira: giggles “All is fair”

verandi: ”That woman tried to drowned me!”

nadira: “Aw”

nadira: “That she did”

Etana snickers hearing the two whine and cry about things that happen everyday

nadira: “Oh sis you missed the cheese bath here”

verandi: “If I get in trouble cause of you I assure you your beating will be by far worse than you can imagine, I will drag you from your pleasant little furs and show you how a bond handles things silkie”

nadira: “yap yap yap”

verandi scoffs and grabs the rolling pin from the counter and hits her upside the head “Insolent you are”

Gudrik Thorvard had entered the kitchen looking for something to eat talking all the wile to his pet fervet “You have fed today….” his thoughts cut short by the display that unfolded before him. the sight of bonds that had obviously been fighting and the kitchen bearing the brunt of their altercation. Food was everywhere wasted and put to ruin “What…. ” he was nearly at a loss for words for he was a big man and his hunger great “All of you! Strip and go kneel in the biggest snow drift you can find… when a few pass you inform them that you are nothing but useless beasts who would waste what is not theirs”

nadira: takes my hand with a hard thrust knock the li’l slut to her ass

verandi scrambles as she hears the Jarl come in, her eyes widen as she trembles with fear, of all the Jarls to come in it had to be this one, her fingers toying nervously at her kilt as she watched him “Aye, yyyy yyyes Jjj Jarl” she stammered as she quickly scrambled to remove her clothes

nadira: slides to the door to explore some more . given the li’l twit one last kick

verandi yanks the slut back by the hair “You were given an order slut!”

Etana quickly strips off her clothes one item at a time seductively trying to take the ill temper off the Jarl, while she did making sure to show things, but not looking at him

verandi looks up nervously to the Jarl as she fidgets now naked on her toes, raising a brow to the other girl she’d gotten into the fight with, her heart racing as she prayed her Mistress and new Jarl would not see her outside till others had and she could go “May I go as ordered now Jarl?” she asked quietly trying desperately not to hit the silkie in front of her

Etana: Greetings Jarl

Gudrik Thorvard the bonds had indeed stripped and he yet wondered why they still stood before him… “Go Now! I will see to my own meal the snow awaits you” If it had just been beast fighting he would have cared little, but the use and misuse of the Free’s provisions in their petty altercation was not something so easily forgiven

verandi growls “slut, kneel!” she points at the girl in front of her

Etana looks around holding her arms close to her taking in the cold air then looks around for someone else knowing that she isn’t being talked to like that and then states, “I know you are not talking to me girl, cause I am also a bond, and I don’t kneel before anyone unless a free tells me to kneel and that is the only way to get me down there like a dog”

verandi shakes her head and growls “Insolent slave!” she narrows her eyes “You were ordered to kneel in the snow by the Jarl, are you deaf or stupid?”

verandi sees her Mistress coming and gets a little nauseous as her nerves rattle her small frame. her head lowered as she looks up and sees the other “oh crap” she mumbles and tugs on her lower lip

Etana: Greetings Mistress

Nana Yngvarrdottir looks down at her beast and blinks “Get up girl Ah barely can feed yew, yew lucky mah brother grabbed a ‘ealer . W’y yew kneeling ?” she asked kicking her skirts aside exposing the toe of her shoe

Etana: Greetings Mistress

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir stops beside Nana, eyeing the two bonds suspiciously, but saying nothing and letting Na talk to verandi

Nana Yngvarrdottir looks back to the idle bond “Gretting meh w’en Ah nere be talking, and w’y yew standing t’ere like its a festival of laze, Ita be c’ores ta do.

verandi her small fists clenching tighter as she eyes the other slut “I said kneel as per Jarls orders you deaf silkie!” she screeched a little before quickly reverting her attention to her Mistress, her small frame shivering as she rose to her feet “mmmm mm Jarl punished us for fighting and wasting food in in in the the the uhh kitchen mm mm my Mmmistress” her eyes move to the gesture of her foot as she hurries over to her

Etana: “Yes Mistress, but I just got there and was trying to figure things out when a Jarl came in and told us all too Strip, then to come Kneel out in the snow Mistress”

verandi purses her lips as the girl acknowledged the Jarl’s order yet still stood, looking down at her reddened knees from the snow she fought the urge to push the slut down the bank

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir raises an eyebrow. “Does this Jarl have a name, girl?” she asks, curious herself now at such disregard for the property of another

Etana snickers as the girl tries to make her kneel now that the Mistresses are here, as she mumbles out “Gudrik Mistress”

Etana: “Or something like that Mistress”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir scowls at the bond and snaps, “Keep your face straight. This isn’t funny!” She turns back to Nana

Nana Yngvarrdottir looks back to the other girl and wrinkles her nose “Yew just got ‘ere?” she asked unsure how that would explain what she found at the top of the hill. she then looked back to verandi and handed her boys to her “W’at Yarl oull you t’ere?” Spec had best pray it was him as she wasnt settled completely yet in that sitution. She then looked back to the girl hers had called a silkie. “Lesson one. only one yew gonna get so listen well enough ta stay atop t’is mountain girl, T’is ‘old ‘ouse free,, yew serve t’em til yew arent asked ta nere more, w’em yew reach t’at poi nt yew clean t’a ‘all, w’en yew finish t’at yew go cook t’a next meal and t’e n w’en yew finish t’at, yew look for more until t’a moons rise and t’en yew go ta furs and beg t’at t’a next day ‘old a promise of yew nere tellin meh yew new again, because now yer arent.”

verandi looks over to the Physician and back to her Mistress and over to the slut as her fingers still clenched into small balls at her thighs, unsure if she should answer or if the Mistress was asking the other girl, her eyes wild with rage listening to the girl, she’d tried to make her kneel even before anyone was around but she was too arrogant to abide the Jarls order, shaking her head softly

verandi smiles as she takes the babies from her Mistress, holding one in each arm she nuzzles her face against theirs making soft cooing noises as she babbles away in gibberish only catching half of what her Mistress said to the girl, she’d need to learn her place and how to respect the Free if she wished to stay here, her green orbs mesmerized by the babies soft features she smiled sweetly feeling them tug on her blond locks with a giggle

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir turns to etana. “Why are you standing out here, girl?” she asks, her annoyance starting to show clearly. This situation needed to be cleared up, and would be to her satisfaction

Etana: “Because everything happened so fast I didn’t even get to know the girl;’s names and all the sudden I am tied up in their argument Mistress and not one thing food wise was displaced when i was there Mistress”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir looks the girl up and down then casts her eyes over verandi, too. To neither of them in particular, she asks, “And was a time limit put on this punishment? Is Jarl Gudrik going to come out and tell you when to go back inside?”

Etana looks to both of the Mistresses “I do not know Mistress :but was going to kneel once I am comfortable with my surroundings Mistress”

verandi presses her cheek gently to each of the babies as she kisses their little button noses smiling as they play with her hair, hearing the Mistress she looks up and smiles “The Jarl said we had to remain here until a few people observed us and we told them what we had done Mistress” she responded softly slightly distracted by the cuties in her arms

Etana: “At least until I was told to kneel Mistress”

verandi looks up to the insolent girl You were told to kneel slut, by the Jarl!”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir huffs. “Comfortable? Is it comfort you want? You ARE a bond, are you not? On your knees. NOW”

Nana Yngvarrdottir blinked and just shook her head. She looked over at the ‘new’ one and then grabbed her bond by the hair “Iie ‘ere be ‘ims time limit is over. ” she said stomping off towards the hall dragging a baby toting verandi along behind her as she headed to the the jarl responsible for this. She paused and reached back slapping verandi in the mouth “‘ish girl ‘ow Ah supposed ta make yew seem like t’a good one w’en yew screaming like t’at.” she turned back to the hall and drug on “Gudrik!” she now screamed across the hall “Ah know yew be in ‘ere”

Etana: “Yes and I would have if not for some insolent pathetic Bond telling me to do it”

Gudrik Thorvard had been drinking his mead straight from a pitcher since he had sent all of the bonds out into the snow. hearing the woman screaming from the other end of the hall he grunted lightly as he pressed himself up from where he had been seated. his cleated boots scraping softly against the stone floor as he made his way out to see what the commotion was “what is it woman? why do you feel the need to shout”

verandi trembles as she holds the babies close to her chest, her blonde locks tickling their rosy cheeks as her eyes widen looking up to see the Jarl, her head lowered as she knew better than to speak out, her head tilted slightly to the side as her Mistress still had it entwined in her fingers, wiggling her nose as the slap to her mouth had made her eyes water slightly

Nana Yngvarrdottir ‘s little pale face was no longer pale as her temper teetered dangerously close to that edge that would have it boiling over explosively “One reason w’y Ah s’ould nere rip t’at little pest on yer shoulder off and break its so mah girl at least ‘ave a scarf w’ile yew put ‘er outside, no less, KNEELING no less…S’e get sick mah sons, get sick..T’at ‘appens ita t’at broken neck of yer companion be less of yer worries.” She then gave verandi’s hair a rough yank and drug her over to his boot “Yew own t’is girl?” she asked, “Ah t’ink not, so tell meh ‘ow yew see it fit ta risk mah sons ‘ealth over punishing ‘er?”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir sits quietly in her chair, watching those in the room with growing interest as she holds Thorbjørn and gently rubs his tiny body to warm him after being outside

[SPECIALEST Dagger staggers up the pathway drunk out of his mind on mead

SPECIALEST Dagger stops near the bond “What be doing in to snow girl?”

Etana : ”Greetings Jarl. I was sent here for a time for a couple of brawling bonds, Sir, and Jarl sent us all out here for a time, Jarl!

verandi stumbles as she feels the tug on her hair, holding the babies tighter as she didn’t dare drop one, her eyes wild with fear as she moves towards the Jarl, green orbs peering up at him a moment before moving down to rest to his boot, turning her head slightly to peek over at the other Mistress an Ehn before turning her attention back where it was, trying not to move her head as her Owners grip was exceptionally strong today

SPECIALEST Dagger starts to feel rather ill as i try to gain my balance as I try and stand my eyes bulge as vomit

SPECIALEST Dagger spraying the bond as I wipe my mouth “Might want to use some of that snow to clean that off”

Etana bites her tongue not wanting to have the Jarl’s wrath for standing up for herself as she is vomited on, but instead wipes it off then uses some snow to clean herself

SPECIALEST Dagger staggers to the hall]

Gudrik Thorvard let his hand rise and wave dismissively “Unlike your beast mine serves a purpose other than destroying the kitchen and your brothers provisions” caring little of her anger and finding it amusing more then anything, he turned away and made his way back to his mead gripping the pitcher in his hand before lifting it up to his lips taking a long draw. when he pulled it away he would add with a chuckle to his words “Be glad I did not throw her from the cliff and be done with it”

SPECIALEST Dagger staggers in the hall “grittens everyone”

verandi turns hearing the familiar voice behind her, her eyes widen as she goes to cover her mouth realizing she still has the babies in her hand, watching her new Jarl stumble about like a disoriented bosk in the dark she laughs uncontrollably “Now that’s a first impression I’ll never forget” she snickers to herself before quickly shutting up not wanting another smack to her lips

Nana Yngvarrdottir released her girls hair now as one thin lined brow arched so high it might have brought her up on her tip toes. She would pause and grab a heavy pitcher on the way. She was just about to send crashing down over his head for the cliff comment but she froze as her mate came dancing in. His timing couldn’t have been better . The pitcher came down in front of her as she smiled to Fri on the way back to verandi “Take t’a boys ta sleep we ‘ave a long night” she said puttting the pitcher back oj the table “Bring some water back with yew girl” she yelled too her as she hem stood there staring at the show…Now should he fall, he was on his own it’d have taken 30 Nana to pick him up

SPECIALEST Dagger gives a toothy grin as I try and keep standing and fail horribly as I stagger forth, my eyes bulging once more as I stagger off to the corner and vomit

Gudrik Thorvard took up the pitcher once more and moved it back closer to his meal as he sat behind the table so he could continue his interrupted meal “See to your man for he is in no shape to see to himself ” Taking his knife he began to once more carve into the meat bringing a sliver to his lips, he was over the entire ordeal and would do the same yet again if he caught the bonds destroying the hospitality of the hall and the provisions needed to make it though the long winters of the land

SPECIALEST Dagger smiles to Nana “Greetins my wuv. How be da holdin’ and . . . and . . . and things”

verandi turns on her toes holding the babies tightly as she makes her way to put them to bed

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir turns slowly and regards Spec, the chill in her face obvious. “I believe that right is reserved for when my mate is absent for any length of time. As far as I’m aware, that is not the case.”

verandi comes back after putting the babes to bed, holding a bowl of warm water she holds it out for her Mistress, unsure of what it was needed for

Etana: “You wanted me to come to you when My 10 ehn was up Mistress?”

Gudrik Thorvard gave the drunken fool little thought until he crossed the line and insulted the hall and all that called hit home by plopping himself in the seat of the High Jarl. He threw his pitcher to the ground in the hopes of getting the large man’s attention before drawing his spear. Though remaining seated, he would point it in the direction of the throne “Lumbering Bosk! “Remove yourself from where you are seated or I shall see this spear run though you”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to her as I stand up staggering over to the steps and falling over them landing in a pile on the floor looking up to her “I have not seen him here have yooooouuuuu ?” sitting on the floor looking up to them all and burst out laughing “You all got tall, but the gods do smile upon this hold”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir looks the girl up and down, checking her visually for injury, a thing she did automatically and without conscious thought.. “Do you know who the first girl is?” I ask her

SPECIALEST Dagger stands up with a grin you draw steel to me shield the sound of steel sobering me some as I look across the hall

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir pulls up sharply at Gudrik’s words. “Verandi, take this bond to the kitchen, now!”

Etana: “No Mistress as I have just gotten here today, and I don’t know anyone here Mistress”

verandi her eyes widen as her jaw drops slightly hearing the challenge from the Jarl that had punished her, her lower lip quivering as she looked to her Jarl and back and forth between the two, hearing the other Mistress her mind rattled as confusion ran through her mind a little trying to focus what was happening she moved over to grasp the girl by the arm and drug her away to the kitchen

SPECIALEST Dagger “Then lets head outside and we shall see who wields the steel better, me or you”, laughing

Gudrik Thorvard tightened his grip around the spear as he held it out to the drunken man as he watched him stumble around like a fool “Go sleep it off, fuck your mate, fuck your slave… do what ever it is you do up in your room but dont disrespect this hall”

Etana follows the girl that had gotten her into trouble as they walk into the kitchen area

verandi pulls the girl into the kitchen and slap her upside the head “No more being disrespectful, yew gets a beating fer its” she shook her head before casting her eyes to the ground “Oii I’s been spending to much times with me’s Mistress” laughs a little

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir looks across at Gudrik with concern. “Do you realise what you just said, Gudrik?” she asks, her voice low and steady, but tinge with tension

Nana Yngvarrdottir stood there seething as the man’s voice but the entertainment offered distracted her temper until the conversation progressed to where it had been. My tiny slants were just as round as my anngaq’s woman’s as each passed. She would just have to step down to her mate and reach up grabbing two hands of his beard to kiss him in a way she’d not kissed anyone beside the father of her sons, long dead “‘andle ‘ims and ah take yew ta t’a furs” she grinned with a wink and the backed away arms folded across her chest still not believing what was happening

SPECIALEST Dagger raising an eyebrow to him “You think you can pull steel on one above your position, drunk or not that is a challenge to,me and then to slander what is mine” bending over taking the bucket up dowsing my head with the water

Etana listens to the girl getting an idea as to why she acts like that

verandi smiles softly to her as she gently pats her cheek “You will learn much from me’s if you’s is willing”

Gudrik Thorvard laughed loudly as he pressed himself up from where he had been seated holding the spear at his side gripped half mast as its end rested against the floor “aye…. but I see no man of higher position standing before me, but rather a fool who let his mead go to his head and take liberty’s that are not his to take… I will not have this hall disrespected”

SPECIALEST Dagger: “Then lets step outside and see who the better man is”

Gudrik Thorvard: led the way, “There is no doubt who the better man is, but we still have yet to see who is better with a blade”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir: “As it happens, Gudrik, Spec does have my mate’s permission to sit in his chair. He may just have miscalculated the timing a little.”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir: “In effect, he had permission to sit there.”

Gudrik Thorvard: “His timing is what gives offence”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir: “And that’s a thing for you to decide? Should not Gab be the one who says what is and is not bad timing in his hall?”

Gudrik Thorvard: if the man retires to his furs then there will be no offense in my eyes

Nana Yngvarrdottir grabbed verandi’s hand and yanked her close until Fri stepped out with her brother’s son in her arms “Frisjael! Get back ‘ere Gab will ‘ave yew in a band if t’at boy get a s nick ” I ran out her and grab her arm pulling with all I had to get her out of the way

SPECIALEST Dagger smacking my shield with my sword looking to the heavens “Odin Iam your hand. Your will shall be done”

SPECIALEST Dagger propping my self up on my sword, swaying back and forth with a toothy grin “Shall we dance, Shield?”

Gudrik Thorvard: ”You would dance with your mate standing between us?”

SPECIALEST Dagger: “Odin guides my blade. The women will not be harmed by me”

Nana Yngvarrdottir grabbed at Thorbjorn now “Fri, ehnere see yew find a fate like meh, get out t’a way. T’is be a men’s matter, come ” she said now digging heels into the snow as she looks seeing both men with drawn weapons..”Yew lost yer mind…yew said yer piece for t’a love of mah anngaq now move before yew get ‘urt and get us all killed.

Gudrik Thorvard: ”You are far more lost in your mead than I expected…. you are not worth the time it would take to cross the field and strike you down”

verandi runs back into the hall entrance to grab her clothes and puts them on quickly so her nipples don’t fall off

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir: “Will you fight with us here? I’ll not move.” She looks steadfastly at Gudrik and stands still

Gudrik Thorvard sheaths his weapon before simply turning to make his way back to the hall “No.. you hold the son of the Hold Jarl”

Nana Yngvarrdottir me leaned over to verandi and whispered “Ifna it come ta it, Ah’ll club yew catch mah brother son Gods ‘elp us s’e get a mark on t’at boy. Ah t’ink I can drag ‘er if Ah gotta”

SPECIALEST Dagger: “It’s a test of steel. Let him make his move and the gods shall see to it”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir nods and turns to Spec

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir: “And you,” she says quietly so only he can hear. “Look at yourself! Does this honour your mate? More than that, does it honour mine? What do you think Gab would say seeing you in this state? Go and sleep. Take Na to bed and let her deal with you.”

SPECIALEST Dagger: taking my sword in my hand as I stand there thrusting the trusted blade into the snow. “A challenge has been made and I take that challenge” looking to him “and as all can see he turns his back on it once it has be accepted”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to her “I was not the one who issued the challenge but he do draw steel on me in Gab’s hall now. Yes, I fell upon his throne but I did not draw steel on the man as he did me.”

Gudrik Thorvard would say nothing to the drunkard but instead turned his attention to Na “See to your fool before he stumbles off the cliff and you find yourself without a mate yet again”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir: “Then,” she answers softly, but firmly, “you fight with me in your midst. The two of you should be ashamed, grown men, behaving like this. My mate puts his trust in you to care for his hall and the people here, not to fight amongst yourselves. If you want to dishonour him so, then you do it under my objection.”

SPECIALEST Dagger: “Have I moved from this spot to take him down ? Nay, I have stood my ground till you are clear of the field”

Nana Yngvarrdottir looks at the bearded mess and shrugs “Ah deal with ims iie, but t’ink a moment t’is is done yer wrong. Ah saw w’o drew first along with everyone else.” It took all she had to not walk up and just smash her white knuckled fist into his nose. He was short enough. him she could actually reach unlike every other man in Gor, “Go lick yer wounded pride, mah ako will ‘ear t’a first detail from verani ta t’is”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir: “And I have said, more than once, that I’m not moving, or is your mind to full of mead to take that in? Sleep it off, Spec. If you both feel the same when Gab returns, fight then. But at least, both of you, be men enough to fight when your Jarl, to whom you’ve sworn oath, is here to see, and not behind his back like outlaws.”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to her as I withdraw my sword from the snow sheathing the blade and wandering off down the path looking to the heavens “Odin ,I call out you! Hear my call!” my voice carrying off

SPECIALEST Dagger looking up to her with a smile “Greetins, my woman. Them words he said in there to you, he will answer for them, by the gods, I swear it to you ,he will. My blade shall taste his flesh as I plunge it through his breast to find his little hate-filled heart “chuckling

Nana Yngvarrdottir doesn’t care if your drunk because even in your state we were in the same thought regarding the Man that would have been lucky to have been fell by your steel. She climbs in your lap ducking under a massive arm “Ims started it, we all saw it.” she said actually wrapping around you without a single huff or complaint . What she’d just seen may had just chipped away at the stone walls she’d built around her heart She looked up and reached a hand up too his cheek and let her fingertips just trace along his beard “Ah know”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to her as my arms around her as Ireach to my back pulling a skin of mead popping the cork as Itake sip wiping my mouth with my hand looking to her “Have some my woman”

SPECIALEST Dagger sits up looking to the gathering, my gaze wandering from one to the other. “It is one thing to sit in a chair but its another for drawing steel in the hall. For one and for another to draw steel that is a challenge I will not ignore or tolerate from any man be, he short like a southern silkie or not. Then to disrespect my woman and property! That I will not take lightly either, as it is my right” looking up to the heavens “Odin shall see justice done, be it by my hand or anotherr, the gods will shall be done”

Nana Yngvarrdottir reached up and put a hand gently on his lips, one would have thought it mead fuel such actions tonight but she knew better and just laid her head to his shoulder letting gentle touches just glaze over his skin hoping it would at least sooth some of the tension in the hold tonight . “Ah woulda ‘angled ims mahself for w’at ims did with mah verandi cut Ah must say yew are quite …” she paused not evem sure how too word what she seen before the madness broke out “Ah forgot w’at Ah was mad about. ” She sat up and wriggled her way around to see Fri. “Ah told yew Ah thought of yew as close ta me as blood and now ita nere be far from t’a truth, so t’is come from t’a love. ” She took a breath and then stated her words carefully not wanting to offend a friend and now blood, but she had committed the ultimate deed by placing her brother’s son in harms way.

Nana Yngvarrdottir shook her head, Fri knew her and had nursed the aftermath of her temper back to life on numerous occasions and knew she was serious “Ita nere be just t’a men fighting ifna mah anngaq ‘s son ever finds ims in t’a place again”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to my hand as the wound had opened when I drew my blade in front of the hall. Taking my palm, I drag it along he blade knowing the steel wanted blood and even if it was my own I have never put the blade away with out the taste of it looking to each of them as I tip the skin back, taking a long draught from it, feeling it drain as I toss the empty skin over the wall . Talking to the blade, I drink deeply of my blood and guide my hand to deal with them that dare cross your path, taking up my steel and sliding the sword back to its sheath

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir looks at Nana and smiles. “If I’d truly thought for one ihn that Thorbjørn would be harmed do you seriously think I’d have stood where I did? These men have an oath to your brother. I’d stand there again if i had to, if it meant keeping two good men alive.”

verandi shifts on her toes as she looks back and forth between the Free, her green eyes back to normal after her nerves settled from the days events, she was still going to drowned that insolent slut in a pail next chance she had, her eyes moving from her Mistress to her Jarl, peering a moment over her shoulder as she looked over the edge, verandi didn’t overly like heights, her knees knocked together a little as she adverted her gaze back to her Jarl “mmm may I be excused to tend chores my Jarl” she asks sweetly giving him a sultry wink

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to her “And would you still stand there when that good Man slanders your woman’s name and that of my property and to you think Gab would do the same if a man drew steel upon him?”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to my bond with the wave of a hand tend to them girl i say reaching out to her running a hand over her side

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir : “All I asked, Spec, was that you wait until Gab returns. I’m not stopping you fighting. You can maim each other as much as you like, but wait both until your sober and until your Jarl is here to oversee what his men do in his name.”

Nana Yngvarrdottir had not waited for a response from Fri, she didn’t need one as Thorbjorn’s pedestal had been tilted tonight and it would not happen again. She frowned down at the wound and had instant internal struggle against a vow she’d made back in Vanir when her sons were born. She just said to verandi “Ims ‘and is sliced” but kept her eyes where they were as Fri spoke behind her. “Ita nere be t’a t’ought of maybe. One t’ese men drewn out a weapon in front of mah anngaq’s table and challenge another man t’at mah ako see capable of standin in ims place if t’a gods will it. Ah know one t’ese men ‘ave lost ims mind and t’a innocence need not bere witness ta t’at. ” She wriggled down out of her mates lap and stood facing Fri. “Yew found meh t’at night mah boys cries filled a sorry land. Insanity ‘as ne’r be kin ta ‘onorable. Yew should know t’at” It was her that had cut her down as Na’s sons watched. “W’ile ims son in yer arms, yer place is not ta make peace but nuture. ” Her expression was no longer soft as the usual

Nana Yngvarrdottir : disposition she’d carried, this issue was not debatable to her, Fri was witness to why and the only reason she still stood here today to have that opinion,”Ah mean it”

verandi smiles brightly as she steps forward feeling the caress down her side, her lithe frame wiggling against his strong body, trailing a finger down his arm before hurrying off, stopping first near her Mistress “thank you my Jarl” she whispered over her shoulder to him “I won’t be long my Mistress” she said sweetly, looking over to the other Woman she smiles as her eyes move between the baby in her arms and the Woman “may you have safe paths Mistress” she smiled again before paying attention to where she walked as to ensure she didn’t smack into yet another inanimate object

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir shrugs and smiles calmly at Nana. “Then we’ll have to agree to differ on that. My view is not the same as yours on this. For one thing, Spec is drunk and that, to my mind, true or not, could have given an unfair advantage. I agree that Gudrik shouldn’t have done what he did, but then, neither should Spec. This is why I asked them to wait and settle their dispute before your brother, not make it a foregone conclusion by presenting him with a body on his return, as would have happened. The dispute still stands, it’s just been postponed. They’ll have their fight, and you can watch them to your satisfaction.”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking up to them both as I stand up, folding my arms over my chest ”I swore a blood oath to this hall and to Gab. Did that thing you call a man up there do the same? I have not seen such an act to claim to show and know honor and to draw steel in the very hall that he claims to protect, and further more to draw such to one above him in this hold. This the gods have seen .Odin has showed me a sign to what has to be done and his will shall be done” Taking a knee on the wall as I look to the heavens “Odin “ calling out to my god “let them drink of my blood this night as I honor you and your guidance” my hand slipping to my dagger as I draw it from its sheath piercing my flesh of my chest cutting out the sign on

SPECIALEST Dagger: of Odin in to my flesh and Thor’s hammer below it across my belly “It shall be done as the drink of my blood tonight!”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir: “Aye,” she answers calmly, “and so it should be. All I asked was a delay for clear thought and fairness.”

Nana Yngvarrdottir came tumbling down from the giants lap like a little rubber ball as they each said their piece. But it was Fri that caught her attention and that was where the mini terror allowed a gown landed. Her nostrils flared now with each breath she took “Yew forgot w’at a gift yew ‘old in yer arms. ” Her eyes turn down to the infant now that her brother said was too one day stand aside her own that she learned through a very hard and hardening lesson of what her worth was without them “Just because mah anngaq see ims way around many t’ings yew said and do, do not t’ink its not noted. Yew ‘ave seen w’ere t’is path lead a woman w’en s’e concerns ‘erself in t’a affairs of men. Yew washed t’a wounds of mah back for seeing meh do t’a same t’ing. Ah do t’a same for yew ifna yew come about it as Ah did, but Ah just as soon see yew suffer as Ah did, in t’a same way t’a next time yew ever place t’at boy between a drunken Yarl with purpose and a fool with a pet and a dagger. Ah know t’a value of t’at yew ‘old in yer ‘and b

Nana Yngvarrdottir : ecause Ah ‘ad mah worth taken from meh by mah own people and was cast ta a life of pleading for a Yarl ta see past mah stupidity. T’ink yer actions before yew no longer are allowed t’at gift. ” Na’s eyes filled too the brim of her lids, conflicted in the love and respect she had for the woman her brother had taken and the very deep anger she had for what she had just done and now stood here trying to justify, there was no justification. “T’atache yew feel in yer breasts w’en ims cry, ‘urts more w’en yew cant touch ims because ims is free and yew are not. Remember t’at”

SPECIALEST Dagger taking off my shield casting it over the wall as i slip the dagger back to it sheath looking to them my voice low ”Leave me now I shall wait for Gab and his ruling on the matter. Until then I shall stand watch. over the gate so the lands of the hold are not left ungraded at any time .As to my oath to be the first one on the field of battle and the last one to leave it, this hold is under my watch. My blood shall spill before any others.”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir sighs and looks at Nana. “I understand your anger at me, believe me. But the way I was taught, the way I am, the things I have learned that go to make me who I am, could not let me stand aside and risk their injury or death. If these men are trusted by Gab to care for us, who am I to gainsay that and think they would dare harm me or our child? They are good men, in their hearts, just a little hot-headed at times. Perhaps a few ehn in the snow would do them good, too.”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to them with a grin creeping over my lips my eyes going almost closed as i flex my chest and arms rolling my shoulder over as I move to the edge of the wall looking back “Have you ever heard of a berserker rage and have you ever seen one under the influence of the mixture of herbs and poisons?” taking out a pouch, a very special pouch, tied with a golden wire prepared by the great rune priest Franz .lLoking back “I said leave me now, as this there shall bare no witness to the contents of this bag “as i unhook my horn walking over to the barrel of mead turning the tap filling the horn with the brew turning back to the wall looking out over the mountains as i start chanting the old words of prayer to the gods

SPECIALEST Dagger: Jeg kan fortælle, hvem du er Du udstråler Brændende ønske om, forvirring Så meget som min egen Søger en, der trodser blive fundet, Gå den lange vej. Det vil bo på den måde, du kender Ønsket om, længslen Vil aldrig ende. Men det bør ikke afholde dig fra at gå. Nogle gange vil du være i selskab med andre, Men for det meste vil du vide Hvad ensomhed betyder. Undervejs sted Du vil møde smerte Og lære at gøre den til din følgesvend. Når vejen lukker sig om dig, Efterlader ingen spillerum, Når det taber sig i naturen Og du famler gennem krat, Luk dine øjne Din kærlighed er din lodestone. Du vil altid føle Ham Bare ud af din rækkevidde. Fordi Han er ingen steder Han er overalt, Hans fravær hans tilstedeværelse. Du må ikke spørge mig om vej Jeg er også er en vandringsmand Lost et andet sted. Jeg kan ikke fortælle dig Når eller hvis vejen ender Men jeg kan også fortælle dig At du allerede Er ankommet.

SPECIALEST Dagger: Tidevandet har de vendt / nu vinteren er ved at døDet varsler af Freja / refresh hele landetMed Lenting Nu falmer / Jeg kan ikke sidde tomgangVindene kalde mig / gamle drømme kommer til liveTidspunktet for jeg blev født / er forbi fyrre vintreStor rigdom Jeg har fået / selvom meget er på spilSlagsmål Jeg har kæmpet / og slag samt forvitretRiches jeg opnået / og selvværd af mændEn hal jeg har bygget / med stærke vægge og stearinlysDet glimter gennem natten / mens ildstedet-ilden brænderHvor ale strømme og mjød / og vildt stegeFor at brødføde folk og familie / sværd-thegne og pårørendeMit navn er velkendt / af Slægtninge og fjendeShield-vægge jeg knust / ved tapperhed og styrkeMænd Jeg har medført / til rigdom og æreVores historier bliver fortalt / på bål ved SkjaldeMine frouwe gaver den hal / med musik og latterHope-bærere lille stræbe / at gøre os både stolteAtheling søn / og lyse hår hård jomfruEn dag til at lede / stammen, når jeg er vækTimbers er poleret / af gyldne hå

SPECIALEST Dagger: terne nu bevogtet / af tårne ??af GreystoneNordboerne for guld / holde rigdomme kongerBrothers in Arms / nu sidde ved ildenDe fleste af dem indhold / at fortælle gerninger længe gåetDrowning deres gider / med ale nu aplentyForlader sværdkampe / til andre flere ungeEn byrde, som de finder / børneopdragelseLille de kender / værdien af ??pårørendeIntet forbliver / hvis ingen søn huskerSword-berømmelse vil svinde / hvis ikke fornyetVæk er den ånd / af strid og oprørWave-hest nu indlandsstat / visne og gamleMen nogle er stadig står / der engang kæmpede ved siden af ??migFed og ubrudt / arret af stålJeg kan endnu ikke kalde dem / arkføderen af ??ravneRefurnish skibet / raise unge mænd til roOg hovedet mod syd / for arabiske sølvLad vinden fylder sejlene / havet-slange flueIkke vil jeg lide / åg undertrykkelseMens fodre ørne / mit hjem jeg kan holdeJeg har et sind / til dristigt at gå nordpåFra snu gamle Hav-konger / skruenøgle rigdom og guldIgen i kampen / kommer herlighed og latterValkyrjas over mig / kampe og friDen Doom af mit liv / er mit for at vælgeSvæklinge kan dvæle / den

SPECIALEST Dagger: og latterValkyrjas over mig / kampe og friDen Doom af mit liv / er mit for at vælgeSvæklinge kan dvæle / den stærke vil overleveNej, ikke for mig / død i halm-sengenWyrd endnu kan svinge / min undergang i mærkelige måderIndtil det er forseglet / mit Mod skal hjælpe migSword-sang vil holde mig / unge indtil jeg dør

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir: “As you wish me to leave, I shall. No doubt, this will continue.” She walks towards the tower and the door.

Nana Yngvarrdottir had stood there staring at Fri and then her nephew, alternating between the two until she heard him finally move behind her. She walked backward to the barrel now staring at Fri. No matter what came from her now, she would have to know what Na had just said was truer than the iron band that had just recently been removed after she was made to cut the mark that had been burned into her thigh with her fathers ulo. The cut still was unhealed, but the return of boys would erased the pain she was told to endure not heal so she never forgot what she had given up . “Mah brother will make yew understand as all we ‘ave stood tagether t’rough ‘as not taught yew a t’ing” but her words would fall too an empty shadow as Fri was sent away. Na just looked up at Spec and frowned “A mess.”

SPECIALEST Dagger: Lo, synes der ser jeg min far Lo, synes der ser jeg min mor og mine søstre og mine brødre Lo, synes der ser jeg den linje af mine folk tilbage til begyndelsen Lo, kalder de mig De byde mig tage min plads blandt dem i Halls of Valhalla Hvis modige kan leve. Forever.

SPECIALEST Dagger turning “You, too, must go my woman”

SPECIALEST Dagger: Her til ilden jeg vandrer Gennem denne sorte nat jeg punds Kanten af vores mægtige swordsDid clashFallen af vores axesHelmets smash Glory og fameBlood er vores navn Souls fulde af thunderHearts af steelKillers af menOf krigere friendSworn at hævne vores faldne brothersTo enden En dag tooI maj fallI vil træde Odins Halli vil dø med sværdet i handMy navn og mine gerninger willScorch landet Glory og fameBlood er vores nameSoul fuld af thunderHearts af steelKillers af menOf krigere friendSworn at hævne vores faldne brødre Sons of guderne i dag, vi skal dieOpen Valhals doorLet kampen begynde med sværd i windHail Gods of War Denne dag bøjet vil dø (OH) Glory og berømmelse (OH) Blood er vores navn (OH) Souls fuld af torden (OH) Hearts of stål (OH) Killers af mænd (OH) af krigere ven (OH) svoret at hævne vores faldne brødre (OH) Sønner af guderne i

SPECIALEST Dagger: dag, vi skal dø (OH) Open Valhalla dør (OH) Lad kampen begynde med sværd i vinden (OH) Hil Gods of War (OH) Sønner af guderne i dag, vi skal dø (OH) Open Valhalla dør (OH) Lad kampen begynde med sværd i vinden (OH) Hil Gods of War (OH) Lad kampen begynde med sværd i vinden (OH) Hil (OH) Gods (OH) of War! [Videre ind i hjertet af battleFought sønner OdinOutnumbered mange timesStill – de kæmpede på blod udøst fra deres woundsDeep i jorden Vultures ventede for den brudte shellsThat engang var organer Således Odin alene ville vælge dayThey vil træde ValhallaAnd i deres time needHe sendes ud på dem Berserker RageNow guder embedThey vokser op fra groundScreaming som vilde animalsSuch er den gave absolut powerNo kniv eller våben ville skade themThey dræbt dem og heste alikeAnd alle, der stod foran dem døde, at dayHail Gods Of War]

Nana Yngvarrdottir had been lost in the thoughts of what she’d recently just did and been and the grace pf maybe her God or maybe their Gods, maybe even both been allowed to return from. She looked along the shadow that fell like a blaket over and found herself starig at the back of his boots. Just the sight made the indention that was currently heated by a lingering infection, stab a pain that brought her to her feet too hide it from him. “iie Ah don’t wish ta see eyes of mah brother filled with anyt’ing but joy, but ah know it nere be t’at tanight.” The pain now making her face crunch in a frown “Ah prey ta Ugulik our furs are s’ared tanight. T’ey were not last sleep” She didnt say it too him directly as she laid her head too his belly, though she would long wait too clue him in on the fact what she had witnessed tonight had opened another hidden door for him past her stonewalled heart “Rest well Ugi even if its t;’a wall t’at ‘old yew ” She looked up to him and smiled before he could see it and then walked away letting

Nana Yngvarrdottir: the odd sounds he spoke stain her mind in case that was all she got from him tonight

Gab Yngvarr had returned to my hold, the weight of many a beast felled by the men it will feed and the families that fill the walls I am anxious to see again. I reach the gates and stand there a long ehn as I inhale the heavily tainted air. My blood slows as I make my climb to the holding. My hunt is now left in waste at the gate, dropped from my shoulders with the intuition gifted by connection to the beliefs of my people that our grief and woes are equally distributed amongst strongest to allow the weak to nurture wounded existence, my share of the weight now slowing each step that brings me closer to the door. I pull my tunic over my head as I reach the portal and stand there, bare-chested as I look to the clouds. The first drop to hit my face answers my feeling, I reach to my belts and strip my blade from the hold of leather and laid it out perfectly aligned to a threshold held in a trust and honor. I push end and hilt but I cannot straighten it. I stand and smirk as my eyes lift to the door. I step over my blade, an extension of my worth and leave it at the door. The rain will wash its misgivings away as I enter to see what I will find that made me forgot supplies of meat were low and return empty handed. I stand at the pit and look down the long run of a hall that was to good to house such heavy air. The silence is what I am greeted with. I look to each side of the hall, alcove pulled tight in resting members of my people. My voice is a shock that would curl the threads of the ropes holding this house together, “GREAT HALL NOW” came the demand one would be either brave or very slow to ignore. I walk to my table, but it is not rest and a bench I seek. I turn back to the hall and wait for a gathering.

SPECIALEST Dagger hears the call dropping my sword and shield as I enter the hall

Gudrik Thorvard unsure of what exactly was going on he rose from his furs and quickly retrieved his tunic and weapons so he could dress. Soon he bounded down the stairs, his cleated boots scraping loudly along the stone floor as he wiped at the sleep that collected at the corners of his eyes and fought to chase away a yawn that threatened to press past his lips

verandi watches quietly as she knelt as ordered by the fire, sat in slave flesh glimmering from the warmth of the flames near the fire, supple thighs trembling as her nerves rattled her lithe frame, her green orbs darting between the Free before casting them back to the floor she knelt upon, her heart raced with the uncertainty of what was to come

SPECIALEST Dagger walking to the centre as I take a knee my flesh covered in blood and sweat

Gab Yngvarr looks to each face that enters but it is not a joyful fist to the Torv gods they are greeted with but sombre understanding that what he had left behind, He had turned his back on many generations of a peaceful, strong , proud men that would rival any he stood before here, called the pale faces brother now instead of those he was born from. He’d broken every rule of his people and even allowed his ako to suffer for his decision. Her sons had suffered for allowing and bring her over the pass. All of this now hit him in the gut as he looked two ranked men. “Speak” I only say. It needs no explanation as this hall was not the hall I’d left in their hands

SPECIALEST Dagger says nothing and bows my head

Gudrik Thorvard had little to say for his actions were right in his own mind if not perhaps the view of others “The man insulted the hall, himself and your woman by claiming your seat while relieved if his mind by mead…. I sought to remind him of himself” he had pulled a blade on the man that much was obviously known “I retired from the challenge when your woman, holding your son, came between us and refused to move, rather than thrust a spear though her…. your Axe was not so willing to disgrace himself openly by doing so”

SPECIALEST Dagger looks to the High Jarl “Aye, I had too much to drink and I did stumble upon your throne, sitting there, but when this man drew steel upon me and slandered my woman and our property them two things I will not have, and as far as the challenge, I did not move to strike out. I stood where I was till he left and entered the hall .I also left to the wall, to stand my post till your return”

Gab Yngvarr looks to the man I called Shield just last evening. He was satisfied in a silent nod as answer. Actions, posture, tone of voice, where the eyes held, of each man before me told different, conflicting stories. My Axe acknowledging deeds without deeds. The Shield, though, never to disappoint offered the story that had brought weight too great to carry both meat and a man “A blade was drawn a man in my hall?” I inquired, waving the both of them to me. “Because the man I have entrusted to see to needs and welfare of my hold while I am torn from my home put his ass in a chair I usually warm?” I asked now pacing the length of the dais, my father’s ulo, trembling with each flick of my thumb across the dulling blade that marked more generations of my blood than I could count. “And then this man proceeding to stand ready to war as MY WOMAN AND SON STOOD BETWEEN!” My breaths are no longer silent wisps of unheard air but growls that sound as if the Hrimgar has fallen into the depths of the Schendi Jungles “I stop and look to my recent ako kantu and ask “You held blade to my woman and child for what reason?”

SPECIALEST Dagger “I thrusted my blade into the snow when she approached me”

verandi lowers her head and trembles as she hears the anger in the High Jarl’s voice, his raised words sent shivers through her lithe frame, her fingers toyed nervously at the small of her back as her stomach turned uneasily, her lower lip quivering as she looked between all three Men. She rubbed a heated cheek against her shoulder, remaining utterly silent as she knelt near the fire. She was thankful to not be one of those two Men right now though she’d get hers soon enough she was sure

Gudrik Thorvard: “His words are mixed with partial truths. He did spear his sword into the ground but that was after I retired from the field . He seemed to wish to fight around your woman”

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to him “My words were that Odin guides my blade and they will not harmed by me”

SPECIALEST Dagger: “My blade at that time was point down and I was leaning on it”

Gab Yngvarr sees a blur of colour enter in the corner of my eye, but what I now hear from a man that has yet to approach me as I commanded, like a thief cowarding in shadow, had lost for words with his account. “You ran from a man placing my blood and my breath in danger?”My words are slowly spoken so even I understand what I just repeated from his hiding corner “I said come forward and now I tell you again. STEP FORWARD AND TELL ME WHY YOU TURNED YOUR BACK ON MY PIECES OF MY WORLD WHEN HE HELD TOO MUCH LIQUOR AND A STEEL BETWEEN YOU AND MY LIFE!”

Gudrik Thorvard stepped forward taking his blade free of his belt holding it out by the blade in the direction of the High Jarl of the hold “A lapse in my judgement, one that I regret…. if it is my blood you wish then here, I offer it freely” What else could he say? The entire mess was just that – a mess – and was far beyond words could fix

SPECIALEST Dagger: “I did not draw steel in this hall after it was drawn on me. I drew it when we went outside and never pointed the blade at your woman or child.”

Gab Yngvarr reached out and slapped the blade from his hand, the metal hitting the stones of the floor was deafening but his voice now told hold in every board, stone, fur and being in this Valr “You think blood of cowardice will mend a broken show of a trust I openly extended to you.” I then turn to my Axe, chest held in a captured breath that was my only respite from a building heat that many of Gor never seen, because it was the last thing they ever witnessed of a this precious life, a blessing of the gods, which ever did matter, A blessing I had from a woman that stood in a seprate degree of respect only she had shown me to understand. My sudden exhale was the announcement of a clenched fist that slammed into my Axe’s jaw “Step from me .I found the root. ” I look then to Gudrik. “Nay your blood is worthless. ” I then take a breath and shout “Pinnirayok! Heel!” but I’m bored straight at Gudrik.

SPECIALEST Dagger the sting of sweat stings the carving of the sign of Odin on my chest and Thor’s hammer across my belly. I stand there unflinching

SPECIALEST Dagger takes the blow, staggering back as I move away from them at his words

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir blinks at her mate, hearing his word of command, momentarily weighing the odds of the options open to her. She makes a quick decision after looking at his face and quietly walks forward to him

Gudrik Thorvard glanced over at the blade where it now lay but giving it little thought… his blood was worthless….perhaps ,if the fact he was not willing to strike down Gab’s woman, son and sister to get to a man who would rather fight around them.

Gab Yngvarr never look away from Gudrik, but my words were for the woman I found a great comfort in. My breaths were increased and marked at what the spirit of this woman next to me forced her feeble emotional mind to do. She had stepped in to a line she had no business. “Strip her” I say to him

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir looks at him in disbelief, opening her mouth to speak, then closing it again. She stares at him in silence, fully conscious that, knowing her as he does, he can read exactly how she feels at this moment from the expression on her face. The green eyes flash at him with the hardness of the emeralds they mirror and her mouth sets in a thin line, making her normally full lips almost invisible. She stands, head held high, her eyes on his, in silence

verandi ‘s jaw drops as she tried to comprehend the going-ons before her, her eyes well with tears as she chews her lower lip nervously, her stomach turned as her heart sank into her belly, her head lowered as she felt the tug of her collar, her fingers moving to nervously trace the outline of the Yngvarr brand upon her thigh, distracting herself by following it’s intricate lines

Gudrik Thorvard without speaking he simply stepped closer leaning down to grip the blade that lay on the ground knocked from his hand earlier. As he stood back up he would place the edge of the blade under the collar of her gown as he griped it tightly. He quickly drew the blade across that fabric, making a small cut that would split it just enough to grip and harshly tore the fabric so that it

Gab Yngvarr stood staring only at the man before him as he did as he was told for once. I was not an emotional man or did give any display as a general disposition ” Strip her clean. She does not deserve boots for what she did. Boots are for Free Women that understand my will and that of those that form my side are why they are free and know where to stand when dumped between a tirade of arrogance.” I finally look to my woman “You will not touch the boy until you understand where it is you are to stand when men draw a steel for another partaking in a grant of right. My son I have claimed to a blood line I would plant in your womb and share a life with you. But I cannot do that while you wave that blessing carelessly between men’s settlings. Serve this man. On your knees. Your feet have no use to you. Only mothers are to run freely, for children need strength that allowing that gives. You have failed our son tonight.”

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir, not taking her eyes from his, pushes off the boots and kneels, her face cold and expressionless, displaying neither anger nor fear.

Gudrik Thorvard would sheath his blade placing it back at his belt before leaning down to remove her boots… but she had already started to do so, instead he would take the boots and toss them aside seeing no need to ruin boots that could be used by another… but it was then that he noticed the arm bands and necklace, his hands swiftly moved up to press the bands of metal down off of her arms hearing them clang against the stone floor before reaching up and jerking free the necklace. He would toss them into one of the boots just to get them out of the way

Gab Yngvarr looked back to the man my Pinnirayok would belittle herself to, and I say . “If there is not as much heat in your serve to him as you show me, you will be tied to the tables and used until you remember how heated you can be,” I caution her, as the hall now have started filling the upper ring and my woman’s shame is whispered on the lips of every hen-tell-all. My eyes are held on him as my woman, the meaning I found in putrid surrounds, the strength to fight for what brought me here, crawls like a worthless beast at a man with worthless blood’s feet. I wait now for this heat I knew so well and craved once alone behind a drawn fur .

verandi shifts on her heels as she tries desperately not to move, tears welling in her eyes wanting so bad to help the Mistress, shifting anxiously she looked to her Jarl as if she thought he’d do something though knew it was not his place, her eyes shifting to the high Jarl as she trembled in fear

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir looks up at him, her face cold. “If that is what you want, Ungayok,” she whispers, “you had best kill me now, for I swore that no man but you would ever see that. I will serve him as best I can, but it will never be with the feeling I have for you. That I share with no other man”

Gab Yngvarr reaches down to the fireball at his feet and lets his fingers twist into a healthy grab of the hair that had been his beacon in an ugly storm that had forced them to this hall in the first place. My grip of her hair pulls her up to her feet as I look back to the man “That!” I say as I really struggle to not fling her across the hall and face the one I really would had have in her place. “This woman. even naked, and exposed to the very people that she leads by example has more pride, more honor, more loyalty than you.” I take one breath and exhale. “She has just displayed more courage than you can ever understand yet I was mistakenly thought to have found a guide in you.” I spit at his boot and call the beast to my woman. ‘”Dress her in a kirtle. Do not leave her side. The boy nurses, you are to hold him to her breast: Go and the return her to the foot of my seat.” I then look to my Axe, a man that has just shown more in a simple nod than his whole woven wonder of mirage. “Throw this man from the mountain. Should he survive the fall, I’ll greet his head on a pike outside my doors.”

verandi quickly rises to her feet and moves over to the High Jarl. Looking to the Woman she smiles sweetly as she motions for her to follow before whispering softly “yes Jarl”

Gab Yngvarr: “Woman, you ever walk between two men in a pissing contest again with my son I’ll tie you the table.” Then I look to the Axe, now restraining the worthless man. “To the highest peak of the lands, my throne is yours when my ass isn’t in it, but you ever hold a sword on my woman again it will be me on the other side, Ako”

SPECIALEST Dagger walking up behind him cracking him in the back of the head with one hand as my other pins the spear and shield to his back as I strip them away from him with a quick move, my arm locking under his chin as my teeth sink into the beast on the man’s shoulder, killing it instantly, spitting the vermin to the floor as I drag the body out of the hall

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir with a final look, the flash of fire in her eyes the only display of emotion, turns and follows verandi from the room, looking straight ahead as she goes.

verandi moves about the room, finding one of the kirtles her Mistress had made she hands it to the Woman with a soft smile, her eyes lowered away from her exposed frame offering some form of respect to her still “Here Mistress” she whispered

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir dons the kirtle and walks back in to stand before her mate.

verandi moves to the High Jarl with the Woman, her heart still racing as she remains in silence

SPECIALEST Dagger enters the hall “It is done” looking to Gab

Gab Yngvarr leans back against the rest and just stares at her. My attention is drawn to a whisper spoken too loud and I see the hold still hold a collective breath. “TO YOUR FURS, WORK STILL CALLS TOMORROW!” I nod to my Axe.” I feel a lift, ” I say to him as I inhale the sweet crisp smell of rain. “The woman ain’t got the hips for a kirtle you think?” I laugh though knowing the range of a narrow cradle. “Shouldn’t have such a thin bond out in the hall looks bad.” I look back to him.

SPECIALEST Dagger looking to her then back to him “I would have to agree”

verandi moves over to her Jarl and presses her small face against his chest as she looks up to him sleepily, She’d been struggling to stay upright for Ahn’s though she hadn’t walked into nothin yet which was excellent in her books, she smiled sweetly to him trying to forget about all she’d seen

SPECIALEST Dagger running a hand through her hair “Off to the furs with you mine” I say to her, adding firm smack to her arse

verandi smiles brightly as she moans a bit shaking her tight little ass to his touch “mm yes my Jarl, warm furs when you go” she chimes brightly blowing the High Jarl a kiss seeing him lost in thought before hurrying off to sleep

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir stands, emotionless, her hands at her sides, still looking Gab in the eye without speaking.

Gab Yngvarr: “I know why you did what you did. That is why you are my woman. But you crossed a line tonight.”

SPECIALEST Dagger leaning over picking up what used to be the dress and the arm bands and necklace and placing them on the table

Frisjæl Rúnadóttir lifts her chin slightly at his words, her eyes flickering in a slight flash until she pulls herself back under control and stands impassively.

SPECIALEST Dagger gathers up the shield and the spear as I step to the fire tossing them in as I move back around the table

Gab Yngvarr looked to Spec and raised a fist. “This one is about, there where what you have bravely claimed. She steps out of line I will stand as you did and allow you the right to handle her as you see fit as I did. My right hand I know is firmly attached, the left however was dead weight…Killed my hunt. We lack meat”

SPECIALEST Dagger nods “I will go out at once to secure meat for the hold”

Gab Yngvarr nods and waves him out of the mess I have left to sort. “They are close. I’m sure Na will be in need of calming, go to her before she comes to us”

SPECIALEST Dagger looks to him aye that was my thinking also