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located in Geiranger, Norway, a part of Unworthy of Valhalla, one of the many universes on RPG.

Geiranger, Norway

Geiranger, Norway


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Character Portrait: Lofn Byström Character Portrait: Rolf Nordskov Character Portrait: Gustav Landvik Character Portrait: Livia Landon Character Portrait: Lucia Hall Character Portrait: Felix Henning Character Portrait: Leif Blakely Character Portrait: Ivar Torrun Character Portrait: Tove Blakely Character Portrait: Anneka Svanhild
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Anneka Svanhild
veidi madr| #9A32CD| outfit

Raging fire, greedily lapping at everything Anneka held dear. Consuming, razing, contorting. She could hear the screams of her family as they burned in the hell she'd unleashed with her own hands. Then the cackling laughter as her sister dropped to the ground, blood seeping and staining the grass she'd used to play in. Her lips bubbled as she tried to say something, hand reaching for Anneka. Then, that form, shadowed by the flames. 'Don't forget me, little Anneka,' the words echoed. Then he was gone, leaving Anneka alone in a world of fire and screams.

Anneka gasped, her body tensing when Gustav called her to wake, his kiss feeling like a searing blade in the moment. She swallowed hard and glanced back at him as he moved away to get ready for the day, then at the clock beside her. She swallowed dryly and slowly sat up, a hand running through her tangled locks. She reached her free hand up to her chest trying to calm the fluttering. She shook her head and watched her lover move about the room before vanishing into the shower before she got up and went to the file that contained the details of the gruesome death of Rolf's father. The scene held in the pictures must have jogged her own memory. She hadn't had that dream in ages. But her experience and now Rolf's pointed to one thing.

These volva were getting more aggressive.

What was fueling them? Usually the volva tried to hide and stay unnoticed but lately they were going on the offensive. Was one volva leading others? Were these just random flukes? What gave this new generation of volva the balls they needed to attack not just one veidi madr, but the home of a veidi madr? And did this incident involve only one volva as had been the case of her family's murder? Why couldn't they find an inkling of a clue as to who the volva was? There had been no trace. They needed to do something about this. But not today. Today was for grieving, not working. She needed to be there for Rolf and his mother. She understood the pain of losing loved ones and nothing really lessened the pain, but being a shoulder of support was the least she could do.

She set the folder down when Gustav emerged from the bathroom and quickly went about getting herself ready for the day. She thanked Gustav for the coffee and drank it quickly so they could get going. They needed to be there before the others began piling in. Once in the funeral reception area, her heart squeezed in empathy for the little family beside the casket. She let Gustav give his condolences first before she approached Mrs. Nordskov with a bouquet of flowers she'd brought along. She offered her a hug as well.

"You have my greatest condolences, Mrs. Nordskov. I am so sorry for your loss. I know no words can really make it better, but I want you to know we are here for you in this hard time." She sighed and turned to Rolf then and sighed softly. Just as Gustav had done, she reached out to give him a hand shake which turned into a brotherly bump of their shoulders and a brief hug. "Rolf, I am so sorry about your loss. As I said to your mother, if you need anything, you let me know. I'll be there to help you in any way I can. Even if it is just to talk a little." She wasn't the most qualified of the group to talk feelings, but for a situation like this and for Rolf, she would do her best to be a listening ear.

With that said, she left a second set of flowers next to the casket and moved away, hanging at the edges of the funeral party to observe. She didn't want to interfere, and she was a natural watcher. It came with the territory of being a sniper. She was used to watching people, marking them. Towards the end of the service, her eyes fell on a young woman she was not familiar with. Her eyes narrowed. Who was she? He looked her up and down and tensed. Strangers were dangers after all. Could this be a volva intent on devastating the veidi madr ranks right here? She watched her approach Rolf and his mother and leaned closer to Gustav. "That girl talking to Rolf and his mother, do you know who she is?" she asked.


Ivar Torrun
vaettr| #008B8B| outfit

Ivar, like always, found his way to the church in his wanderings in Vaegher. It looked nothing like the glorious church of his memory. The great cathedral had changed over time so that even in the world of the living it had changed, but in the dark fog of Vaegher, it felt empty. It was a skeleton of its beauty. Ivar couldn't see the great paintings that adorned the walls. It felt like an abandoned graveyard rather than a place that housed the Holy Spirit, but it was the closest thing to the church and to God that Ivar had to seek out in the dark and dismal space. He'd spent so much time at the church towards the end of his life and now in this strange after life that every structure and crack was familiar to him and he could walk it blind.

It had been a long while since Leif had released him to return to Vaegher for a bit and oddly, he was happy to be back here. It was dark, misty, and raining, but being here meant he wasn't helping Leif murder and plot. Part of him felt bad for Leif. He remembered when the volva had been younger and curious about everything. He so desperately wanted to help the vaettr that were trapped here. He'd been a good kid, but the course of his life had turned haunted. He had good intentions but his path had diverged from the light so long ago now. Evil was paved with good intentions, as the saying went. It did make Ivar wonder about his own actions when he'd been living. Had the end justified the means? Hadn't he done a similar thing that Leif was doing now? The line between right and wrong were murky and he hated that once again the clear path before him had turned to a jungle.

Ivar shook his head and pushed back the black cape he wore with the red cross as he took a knee in front of the church's altar. He bowed his head and folded his hands as he began to pray.

“Have mercy on me, O God,
according to Your unfailing love;
according to Your great compassion
blot out my transgressions.
Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin.
For I know my transgressions,
and my sin is always before me.
Against You, You only, have I sinned
and done what is evil in Your sight,
so that You are proved right when You speak
and justified when You judge.
Surely I have been a sinner from birth,
sinful from the time my mother conceived me…
Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean;
wash me and I will be whiter than snow…
Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me from Your presence
or take Your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of Your salvation
and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me.
Then will I teach transgressors Your ways,
and sinners will turn back to You.

God, please forgive me for my continued transgressions against your will, as I know that as I am tied to Leif, he will have me continue down this sinner's path. And forgive him too. Help me help him see the error of what he is doing, that he is not saving anyone this way. Lend me your strength. Amen."

With his prayer said, he stood and took a seat and just stared at the empty space. Could the Heavenly Father even hear his prayers in this strange after world? Ivar sighed and closed his eyes, content on just being here. The quiet pitter-patter of the rain was calming and in a way rejuvenating. He wasn't sure how long he stayed there, since time in Vaeghar often felt like seconds and days. There was no night or day so telling time was really impossible. At length, he picked himself up and wondered if Lofn was around. He wouldn't call the volva vaettr a friend per say, but they often had debated and interesting discussions and perhaps she'd give him some insight in how to approach Leif again. Unfortunately for him, Leif had other plans.

"Ivar Torrun, I call you back to me." The words seemed to echo in Ivar's mind and winced as the mark on his chest blazed with its own fire, brightening and making Vaeghar look even more bleak with its grey pallet. Ivar reached up to touch the burning sigil and tried to resist it but it only burned bright, forcing Ivar to his knees. In seconds, his form faded from Vaeghar until he appeared before his master, the color of the world brightening beneath him. And so the cycle began again. Ivar got to his feet and dusted off before he looked over at Leif.

"You called?" Ivar asked dryly.


Leif Blakely
volva| #8C1717| outfit

Funeral day. What better time to work some magic, than a day to celebrate the dead? And not just any dead person, but a veidi madr. Leif couldn't think of a better way to honor the hunter than to use blood magic out in the open. These days didn't happen as often as they should and it usually meant the hunters wouldn't be prowling around looking for witches like himself. He'd been thrilled to find out that someone had killed the hunter, but he was a bit miffed that it hadn't been by his hand. He'd actually found out about the murder from his sister when she'd approached asking him if he'd done it. Whoever did it, needed to be praised and he wished he knew where to find the volva and embrace him. Or her. Whichever. Maybe he could ask them to join his budding 'order' to go up against the veidi madr. If the volva could just organize themselves under one banner and one leader like the veidi madr did, they'd be unstoppable. They'd have a force to finally rid the world of the veidi madr, but most vola he'd met were too scared to make any sort of move. Understandable to a point, but infuriating.

As always, his thoughts turned to Felix. He was one such volva who was too scared to actually do anything with his gifts. He was content to just live alone and die alone, only to be stuck in Vaegher regardless of the world's events. Well, fine. He'd show Felix that he would usher a new age, an age for the volva and finally break the curse that had settled on both the veidi madr and volva. All the spirits would finally be free of the gloom. Then maybe Felix would finally understand why he did all this, how much he was trying to save through his actions. Then Felix wouldn't have to be afraid.

"Focus, Leif, focus," he chided himself. He sighed and wiped his brow from the sweat that had gathered and sat back on his heels to look at his handy work. Before him was a large sigil, glowing red slightly and pulsing with its fresh application. The glow would fade momentarily as it entrenched itself into the dirt. He held a bowl of blood and there were several animals he'd drained to make the concoction that he now had to get rid of, but he was pleased. He'd gone about renewing the traps he'd laid out. Townspeople didn't often leave town and even fewer ventured far enough into the forest to reach the edge of the cliff that over looked the ocean, but on occasion he'd spotted veidi madr prowling about. Well, the next time one of those hunters walked here, they'd find a watery grave. He took out his special cloth and wiped up the blood on his hands and checked himself to ensure he didn't see any splotches of blood he'd missed. And this was why he always wore black. Black made blood hard to see, just in case he did miss something.

Leif cleaned out his bowl, being extra careful then to diffuse the magic that gathered in the blood and scrubbed it with the special sand his sister bought for him. He repeated the process with his ceremonial knife and tucked his tools away. He may like to play 'tag' and coast the line between saying he was a witch and acting upon it, but he wasn't stupid. He wasn't going to blatantly flaunt his utensils. Hunters weren't stupid and they would suspect something if they saw these tools on him. He put on gloves then and picked up the small dead animals and hurled them into the ocean. Even if the animals were found, he never touched them with his bare hands so the police or the hunters would never be able to find his DNA on them. With the clean up complete, he turned his attention elsewhere. Felix. Again. He really needed a new hobby, but he still worried about the volva. Felix was alone in the wilderness. He never saw him in town and so he had no way to know if the volva was still alive or sick or in need of help. Well, that's why he had Ivar, didn't he? Well, one of the minor purposes anyway.

The blood witch moved away from his trap to get some magical distance before he centered his mind and called the spirit to himself. It took just a touch longer than usual but soon, Ivar appeared kneeling in front of him. As always when he first summoned the spirits into the real world, Ivar looked like he existed in the land of the living. He wasn't transparent and anyone could touch Ivar though he'd be cold. The only thing that gave him away was the dead look in his eyes.

"You called?" Ivar answered him as he stood.

"Aw, you're cross with me. Were you praying again? You were, weren't you?"

"I was. Thankfully you didn't interrupt this time."

"I don't understand how you pray and keep your faith considering what you've seen and done. He won't save you. Regardless, were you mourning the veidi madr too?"

Leif was rewarded when Ivar's eyes widened and the dead crusader looked up at him. "A veidi madr died?"

"Yes. The funeral is today. Considering you were in Vaeghar, I am surprised you didn't know. Before you ask, no, it wasn't me. Regardless, I called you back because I want you to check on Felix."

Ivar sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Why don't you check on him yourself? You should talk to him." Maybe the other peaceful volva could find a way to deter Leif from all this death.

"He refuses to speak with me, or have you forgotten the last time he rebuffed me? He knows you are tied to me but he seems less averse to your presence than to mine, though why, I have no idea. Save your energy though. You can appear as just a spirit there. He'll still be able to sense and communicate with you considering his abilities. Then report back to me."

Ivar gave a nod as he vanished and reappeared as a ghost on Felix's property. Perhaps he could convince Felix to talk to Leif. Something had to change if he was going to stop Leif. He knew that if he didn't, Leif was going to cause chaos and bring death to so many people and in the end, Leif too would perish. He did not think the blood witch would survive long before he went mad and used too much magic and shredded his soul beyond the ability to repent.

As a ghost, the life around Ivar was blurred and details lost to him. It was a fog, but he could find Felix easily enough. As he approached, he stopped beside the house a bit surprised to see another spirit there. Unlike the rest of the world, she, he could see clearly, since they currently resided on the same plain. Lofn. What was she doing here? Had Felix called her?

Leif on the other hand returned home once Ivar had vanished. "I am home," he sang as he walked into his family's shop. He was surprised to see Lucia beside his sister, though he shouldn't have been. Lucia was often around his sister to the point Leif almost fancied her a little sister. "Well hello little firecracker. What are the two of you up to?" he mused as he walked over to them and draped his arms around the two.