Going to the Seeress
With the festivity in the air, Asvir seems more like some wonderland out of the sagas rather than any normal village.
Men laugh as they show off, performing feats of strength and prowess for crowds of onlookers. They hurl boulders and trees as they leap the heights, widths, and lengths of ships on the shore. Alcohol is served on mass to participants and onlookers both. They wrestle like mad dogs, over and over again do they meet in the square.
Above it all sits the Headsman and one of his sons — his hird standing guard around their charges. The other son, the younger of the two, is among the masses competing already.
Orthstirr fills the air with its honey scent. Merely breathing is enough to feel lively and refreshed, such is the concentration of power flowing through the air, earth, and waters.
'Drink deeply while you can, for it won't last forever. It never can.'
Taking a deep breath of power-filled air, you squeeze Abjorn's hand while shooting a smile at the big lug. Soon, the two of you would be out there as well, competing with the masses for the attention of the felag, the band of Jarl-chosen and Jarl-led warriors who would go viking when the time came and a target was chosen.
But first, the Seeress.
The Seeress' tent sits at the edge of Asvir, as it always does this time of year. Her wizened face peers from the shadows of her tent, Kolla nowhere to be seen.
She welcomes you into her home-away-from-home, offering each of you a drink of some kind of beverage called 'tea'. After drinking it...
Well, at least it's warm.
"Now then," the Seeress asks as she sits down across from you, Abjorn, and Stigandr — who hadn't touched his tea, "how can I help you today?"
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(Things the Seeress can do for you include fertility blessings, fylgja unveiling, and future reading, amongst other things. She can also act as a 'middle man' of sorts, putting you in contact with potentially useful people. She does demand compensation, of course, and that can come in the form of money, favors, farm produce, and/or all manner of things)
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AN: Not much to say here other than letting you run buck wild.
No moratorium, lets see if we can't get a second update done today, eh?