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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: Livia Landon Character Portrait: Lucia Hall Character Portrait: Felix Henning Character Portrait: Leif Blakely Character Portrait: Ivar Torrun Character Portrait: Tove Blakely
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L I V I A x L A N D O N

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r o l e x // x veiði-maðr
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The confusion on the son's face was understandable, and for a brief moment Livia wondered if maybe it would have been better to wait a few days after the funeral to introduce herself to the grieving family after all. She steeled herself, prepared to apologise and leave, when Eva took a step forward and placed her hands on Livia's arms, meeting her gaze.

"Any friend of Anton's is a friend of ours. We appreciate you travelling here on his behalf and any help you offer."

"Yes, thank you... Ms. Landon."

"Please." Livia waved her hands back and forth, her pleasant smile slipping back on like a second skin. "It's the least we can do. And, call me Livia."

Looking around, she noticed that the funeral attendees were beginning to leave, though a few who seemed to be close friends of the deceased remained, waiting. That was probably her cue to go, too. "This is my number -" she dug a post-it out of her bag and a stray pen, and scribbled down the number she'd be using during her time in Geiranger "- do call me soon, and we can talk a little more. Thank you very much for your welcome, and I'm sorry, again, for your loss. If there's anything else I can do, feel free to let me know." She met Rolf's eyes, holding his gaze for a moment before turning away. It seemed to be all the support she could offer for now.

The confused and occasionally suspicious murmurs that had surrounded her ever since she'd entered the funeral home didn't ebb as she left, and the people that parted to let her through had gazes that followed her movement, almost seeming to bore holes into her skin. She pulled the door closed behind her as she stepped out into the cold air, and suppressed a shudder that had nothing to do with the temperature at all.





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Lucia hopped onto the offered chair, peering at the tiny words on the page in front of Tove. Maybe because she'd fallen asleep studying her own books, but these were nigh impossible to read, the letters jumbling themselves up every time Lucia tried to make sense of them. She scowled at the words. Why couldn't old books ever be easier to read?

"I am trying to figure out who killed the veiði-maðr. But since I have nothing to go on besides hearsay... it's proving to be quite difficult. You wouldn't have happened to heard anything on your neck of the woods?"

Lucia shook her head, red curls flying. "Not much. Mats's been making guesses, but that's all they are. Stefan really doesn't want to have anything to do with it, so without his cooperation Mats has no way of knowing anything - I think I told you before, they can't make accurate predictions unless they work together." Sending up a silent thought of gratitude that she didn't have powers that relied on a twin's cooperation, she continued, "We don't really know anything. Mama's worried about getting too involved, and Aunt Marie won't say anything about it either. There's only been whispers in the cafe." Considering the network that Lucia's family afforded her, knowing this little was frustrating - she couldn't imagine how Tove must feel. All the same, it was hard to picture any of the völva in their community being so violent, let alone in an unprovoked attack against a veiði-maðr.

"I am home." Lost in thought, Lucia startled at the voice. She hadn't heard the door. Twisting around in her seat, she sighted Leif walking into the shop, leaning over the two of them. "Well hello little firecracker. What are the two of you up to?"

Lucia smiled at the nickname, relaxing into her chair again. "I'm just here to bug Tove, and steal the oxygen in the shop with my chattering," she laughed. "Tove, I forgot - mama asked me to pick some things up, I should be heading back soon. I can help myself though, don't you bother yourself over me!" So saying, she gave Leif's hand a friendly pat and swung her feet to the floor, pulling the list out of her pocket and consulting it as she began to look through the things in the shop.





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Lofn's news did not start off alarming - hunters were bound to end up in the Vægher sooner or later, the trouble they always got themselves into. Hardly any of his business. But her next words were definitely cause for concern. "Everyone is on edge… Including your parents. I offered to come check on you… to put them at ease."

Felix's expression softened immediately at the mention of his parents. "Tell them I'm fine - I'm just fine. No one bothers me out here. Well, besides you." He raised his eyebrows, indicating it was only a joke. She should know that he never minded her presence that much, especially when she was kind enough to do his parents favours out of all the souls in the Vægher. "I appreciate you helping them out, Lofn. Their... friends weren't too good to them when they were alive. Knowing that they have a friend in you in Vægher is a comforting thought." He felt the familiar bitterness rising in his voice, and try as he might it would not go away entirely.

"Do you have any idea what’s going on? Who killed the hunter?"

Felix shook his head, turning his attention back to the spinach, combing his fingers through the leaves idly. Talk about the veiði-maðr always made him itchy and fearful in a way he couldn't quite place. "I hardly know who he is, I haven't been into town for a couple of weeks now. You'll get no news from me." I shouldn't be surprised if it was Leif, he thought, but perhaps it was unfair to point fingers without knowing anything. Even if that finger was pointed at a murderous völva who was more than happy to bleed himself dry in order to hunt the veiði-maðr down himself.

Her hand drew close to his, her voice low. "You should be careful… Leave Geiranger before -" The hitch in her words caught Felix's attention. "What? Is something wrong?"

"We're not alone." Normally the mention of another presence hanging around would only irritate Felix more, but the hushed tone of Lofn's voice was enough to put him on edge. Whoever it was...

"Ivar?"

Felix's tension vanished in an instant. He knew that name, much as he wished he didn't. Damn Leif. He still refused to leave him alone. It had been literal years, and he still acted as if he had some right to continue intruding on Felix's life. Didn't he have anything better to do with his spirit servants? He got to his feet, raising his voice, uncaring of how Lofn would respond.

"If you're here to get news for Leif, Ivar, you can tell him I want him to fuck off. You and him both, actually. Get off my property."