So the Norns rewrote history/fate (or at least how everyone except Blackhand remembers it) before he got attacked by the 9 steelfathers."You've seen that before?" Your words are a whisper barely heard in the evening light.
'In Gotland, when death found me.' A chill pebbles your skin as shivers dance up and down your spine. 'One moment I was... I forget what I was doing, but in the next moment one of my men came running, saying that the Jomsvikingar were there and had, apparently, always been coming.' He scoffs, derision dripping from his voice, 'It wouldn't have even been a fight had they not caught me unprepared, but that's Steelfathers for you — nothing but cowards, the lot of them.'
And the Norns fucked with the Seeress's memory to make her believe she warned us about Horra."The prophecy about Steinarr... why shouldn't he be told about Horra? I've had at least two people tell me that it's a bad idea, but *why?* Nobody's told me anything."
"What are you talking about? I quite clearly said that it was due to the fact that, as these are his ancestral homelands, he is related to all but the newcomers."
"No, no you didn't."
The tea cup shatters against the ground.
"...What? No I... wait, did I? I had to but I don't remem- wait, wha-"
|-{X}-|-{X}-|-{X}-|
The written world shatters like broken glass.
The falling shards unravel as three womanly voices begin to hum in unison.
Long, slender fingers weave in tandem as they re-harmonize the past, present, and future.
|-{X}-|-{X}-|-{X}-|
You blink as everything snaps back into focus. A pressure in your palm draws your gaze and hammers pound in your ears as the black bones shine through your skin. Slowly but steadily, the glow fades away until it becomes one with your skin
What just happened?
"What was...?"
"What was what?" The Seeress quirks her head to the side. The tea cup sits back in her hand, as fine as it ever was.
The sheer honesty in her eyes, the utter confusion at your words, stops you from answering. She honestly doesn't know what you're talking about, what you could possibly be referring to.
Did you just imagine all of that?
'No, no you didn't.' Blackhand's words a soothing balm to the until-then unrealized burning of your charred soul. Your skin hums with power brimming beneath the surface, just waiting to be used. Invisible threads of loose frami, virthing, and saemd all float around your being. 'This is the work of the Enemy.'
- They can pull a Matrix deja vu.
- It didn't fully work on us, just dizzying us.
- It didn't (fully) work on Blackhand
- When we (partially) resisted, we had an allusion to Blackhand
- "as the black bones shine through your skin"
Also, if only the one with the charred soul perk is protected.... That could lead to issues for our triplets.
Hypothesis:
The incident that gave Hallr the kenning Blackhand made him more than a normal mortal/cultivator, getting outside of the rat race.
And the Norns (or whoevery the enemy is) don't want him to become a god.
Iirc it was 9, not dozen+So that explains why Hallr got jumped by a dozen+ Steelfathers. Turns out our family is actually a big deal... well, it already was, with Hallr being a thing. But it seems to be a very big deal. From what I understand, the Enemy veiled or rewrote fate, and has done so multiple times to screw our family over? I want to say it's the Nornir, but that feels too obvious, and I feel like Hallr would just say the Nornir if it was them, rather than the Enemy.
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