- Location
- Bretonnia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Do we know the names of Abjorns family, im trying to make a family tree for our family.
I believe it's Vidar. Not sure what his surname is.
Do we know the names of Abjorns family, im trying to make a family tree for our family.
But wouldnt that means that everytime we stoke an aspect we would permanently lose that amount of Orthstirr?
But wouldnt that means that everytime we stoke an aspect we would permanently lose that amount of Orthstirr?
No it isnt, Imperial Fister said that Harald Fairhair is about to start his adventures that means the invasion of the Great Heathen Army is in about eh 2(?) years, which is probably The War that Imperial Fister keeps refering to.
Timeline is weird.Ah! In that case my bad...but that actually makes the same point. There's about to be a pretty successful Viking Invasion of Christian lands, which is perhaps an even better argument for Norse culture being in the ascent rather than descent right at the moment than there having been one in the past.
The devouring aspect. It might be that the drain is based on location, so a ton of people doing Orthsirr at a time, well, can't all be drained instantly.But for some reason the Devourer's 'Suction Force' is a reactive ability, and having more Norse Cultivators around confuses it and reduces the speed that it depletes. Then some Galaxy Brained High Realm had the idea that 'If that's the case, then if we create a communal pool of Orthstirr, there'll be too many people drawing from it or paying into it for the Devourer to be able to drain that!' And proceeded to sacrifice themselves and possibly their lines in an epic quest to introduce that into the system.
I think this will be both the hardest and the easiest to secure in every descendant we will follow.Oh... and one of the things that might have saved us about having allies nearby was... well, Abjorn shook us awake. It's unclear what would have happened if he had not.
You managed to avoid the one that gets most people just starting out, thanks in part to Hallr and in part to having people around you.
Remember, no man is an island and that is even more true for the Norse.
And their child might be a good playmate for your sons and daughters, which seems to have abnormal importance to your senses. Odd.
In a theoretically functional system, you'd probably begin cultivating Odr as soon as you had strong enough Aspects to Open the Gate, and have your first 9 Motes before your first Raid.
Alternatively... We don't know that the Enemy, specifically, is why Halla blacked out. We do know that we were gaining Odr improperly, though we don't know what, specifically, we were doing wrong.Assuming the Communal Orthstirr pool is the workaround, that suggests that the Aspect derived stuff is what used to be what you tapped for Orthstirr, but the Enemy created the Devourer which is attracted to the Orthstirr generated by your Aspects, which is why power generated by your Aspects gets sucked into the Earth shortly after you tap into it, but your Unaspected Orthstirr rapidly recovers and then stays at the cap.
Dunno about it being supposed to be done like that, but definitely something I want Halla to do when it becomes time to introduce loved ones to cultivation.Alternatively... We don't know that the Enemy, specifically, is why Halla blacked out. We do know that we were gaining Odr improperly, though we don't know what, specifically, we were doing wrong.
Theory: The Gate is supposed to be opened and shut by a mentor figure or trusted ally, not you. Opening the gate ourselves was wrong, and we were lucky to have Hallr to close it.
Ask Horra. Every child represents spreading our social and community ties farther. Every child is a built-in ally to our successor.Incidentally, on children planning, is there any benefit to having loads and loads of children? Your Orthsirr is split between them, and you can ultimately only pick one as your successor. Having 4~5 children, lets you concentrate Orthsirr more, and also lets you spend Hamingja in a more focused manner.
A raven caws and flutters off as Steinarr begins showing you. You pay it no heed, though Flekkr clearly does. He growls, hackles raised, as it circles high in the sky.
A blonde and handsome young man sits in a tent surrounded by trees made of ice. He sips from a steaming mug of some kind of deep brown, bitter liquid before setting it down on the table. It refills the moment he lets go, as it always does, as it always will. He knew not what the liquid was, only that it filled him with an energy unlike anything he'd experienced before.
Naturally, he'd killed the merchant selling it, alongside any potential onlookers, before taking the stock for himself. Only he could be allowed to have this wonder.
"What does he see in you that I can't?" The young man asks his fylgja as it shows him all it had witnessed. He strokes his short beard, a finger on his jaw and a thumb on his chin. "What do you have that I don't?"
One day, he would escape from this prison.
One day, he would have his revenge.
We should ask the Seeress to divine the real killers of our little siblings.One day, while going through your daily chores, you pass by the graves of your younger siblings.
Helgi and Sven, those were their names.
Sven died of sickness and it had hit Steinarr and Asveig hard.
But Helgi?
She was three years old, you were eight. The family went to bed, Helgi didn't wake up. Her body was small and shriveled, drained of all the blood in her body. She'd been murdered by some thing.
Steinarr didn't sleep for a month, his orthstirr keeping him awake. He sat, Crowfeeder in hand, and stared at the door. He waited, for the nidingr to come back.
It never did.
At least Sven died of sickness, of something tangible. To this day, you still don't know what killed Helgi.
Your blood demands vengeance, but how can you find it when the culprit disappeared?
You shake your head, throwing aside all thoughts of revenge, and carry on with your day.
This was shortly after we killed Lori Burisson.Eyes of blue fire open.
Limbs of rotten bone flex.
Ancient swords are drawn.
Death stalks the Hading.
Sten came home.. for protection.(Random POV: 4)
Across the Baltic Sea, in the land of the Finns, a red-haired smith pulls his sword from the chest of the last attacker. He breathes heavily and looks to his small family as they emerge from their hiding spot behind a pile of rocks.
His pregnant wife and young daughter look to him with worry in their eyes. He meets their gaze with one of resolute determination.
They share a nod and the smith looks to the sea, towards where he was born. Towards where he knows he and his young family will find protection.
Sten Iskearauta is heading home.
I think Horra has been sneaking into our house quite a few times now.(POV: Someone in the Valley)
A man with sunken eyes and a ratlike face punches the wood of his table.
The damned thing failed! And after all that trouble he went through to get it, too!
Well, there's always next time.
This.The tale begins as many tales do, with a man killing another man. However, the first man, instead of facing his punishment head-on as is expected of all men of standing, fled and ran from his righteous pursuers. He was declared an Outlaw and was now on the run.
The Outlaw retreated and ran like a coward, always staying just one or two steps ahead of the vengeful pursuers. He used trickery and hid from them wherever he found them, always refusing to stand and fight like a man.
Until one day he found a secret carved into the bones of the earth. A recipe for evil creations of malformed and warped form and demeanor. Using these secrets, the Outlaw crafted monsters from the flesh of animals to aid him in his endeavor.
The tale ends with the Outlaw harassing the heroes, only to be impaled on the horns of one of his own creations.
For some reason, you feel the skald's eyes on you as the final words are spoken. By the time the hall clears out, you fail to find the storyteller among those leaving or those who stay behind.
You're left standing outside the hall as snow begins to fall and the sun begins to shine it's evening glow.
Given the mysterious disappearing act, I'm not sure they were entirely human.
Someone has been stalking us for a LONG time. And pretended to be a Valkyrie as well. This Raven isn't Aki's raven.