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Baldr Ulfheimr

I will bring the world to it's knees!

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a character in “Crowns and Empires”, as played by TurtleSoup

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Name: Baldr Ulfheimr

Age: 43

Appearance: The Ulfheimr clan are known for their size and build and Baldr is no exception; standing at 6’5, he is an immovable object on the battlefield and often uses his dominating size and booming voice to intimidate others.

Build: Baldr is very tall and heavily built.

Personality: Strong minded and a fearsome warrior his clan once controlled the vast majority of the Fyrkat mountains until Ulfar took control of the Leiknir clan and pushed his clans borders back. Since then it has been his main goal in life to rid the mountains of the Leiknir in any way possible, even resorting to tactics less favoured by the honourable Fyrkat.

This drive has driven him to the point of insanity, caring less and less for his daily duties and focus much of his time plotting alone or with his advisers in the hope of finally removing his enemies.

Where they live: Fyrkat

What/who they are: Baldr is the Chieftain of the Ulfheimr clan.

History: Baldr inherited his leadership the same as all of the other chieftains only he was taking control of the then most powerful clan, easily dominating the surrounding clans. Over his reign no matter how hard he tried or strong his defences the Leiknir clan spread relentlessly into their lands driving Baldr to focus all of his assaults on the Leiknir clan and focussing less and less on his other duties.

His determination increased to the point he took to less honourable methods of war, sending assassins and even inviting the Leiknir heirs under a flag of truce to their graves. This small victory sent Baldr into such a boastful disposition he led a full scale attack against the Leiknir intending to break Ulfar and his teenaged child.

This confidence proved unwarranted when the Ulfheimr were crushed at the hands of Ulfar and his enraged daughter. The land lost to the counterattack led Baldr to begrudgingly retreat back into his fortress and plot once again for Ulfar’s demise.

Skills:
Skilled with many different forms of weaponry.
Is well versed with less savoury types.


Other:

So begins...

Baldr Ulfheimr's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Himiko Hatsumomo Character Portrait: Masaki Mizuno Wa Character Portrait: Katsura Shiraishi Character Portrait: Ulfar Leiknir Character Portrait: Tyra Leiknir Character Portrait: Princess Tenanye Ananse of Anansai Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Soo-Min Kwon Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Hazanko, Junpei, Katsuhito and Suiko

Hazanko smiled as Princess Tenanye spoke confidently. Perhaps she will be fine without assistance. He decided that it would be better for him and Junpei to stay behind. The Princess needed to do this on her own. “Perhaps the princess should have her audience with Khal Jinn alone.” He said with a curious smile.

Junpei was confused. But he decided to let it go. Empress Suiko nodded in understanding. Emperor Katsuhito sighed heavily. “I suppose I should not hinder you from spreading your wings, as a ruler should be allowed to do. Please take great care when you go. You are indeed making a brave move for your people.” The Emperor said with a reassuring smile.

Hatsumomo, Katsura, and Masaki

Ulfar proposed a toast, “Then a toast! To the Wa, the Leiknir and a united Fyrkat!” a cheer erupted from the men of Leiknir who also raised the goblets high, before taking a gulp of their drinks.

Tyra leant over to Hatsumomo, once the festivities had started up again. “I can’t wait to see my father in one of those.” She said smiling cheekily.

Hatsumomo replied with a giggle, “Neither can I. I brought the Plum wine as a gift I’m sure he’d enjoy.”

“But you will definitely have to show us how to wear one, otherwise even the Jade necklaces won’t help. We’d still get it wrong.” Tyra added laughing happily.

Hatsumomo laughed, Tyra had a pretty good sense of humor. “Considering the clothing the Leiknir and other foreigners wear, Wa’s kimono are indeed over complicated pieces of clothing. I would like to see some of the traditional dresses of Fyrkat sometime.” Hatsumomo replied.

Ulfar sat back heavily in his chair, watching the revelry continue. “Tell me, what is it your people drink for celebrations such as this?” He asked curiously as the gift bearers of both nations bringing their charge up to the main table and placing them on separate stands on each end. “I only ask as I’ve just suddenly realised how little I know about the outside world. I have fought in Fyrkat for my whole life and it has brought me little knowledge of the rest of the world.”

Masaki replied, “Osake which is rice wine, or Plum Wine are common celebratory drinks in Wa. You must try some Lord Ulfar.” Masaki sent for his servant to bring forth Osake and Plum Wine. Masaki’s attendant poured two cups, one for each beverage and Masaki served them to Ulfar He hoped that Ulfar would enjoy them. “If you like them, Hatsumomo has gifted Fyrkat with a very large supply of them.” Masaki continued.

The festivities ended and the people of Wa were shown their quarters. The rooms were very nice and also very different from any room you’d see in Wa. Katsura settled down in his own private quarters and sat admiring the room. Moments later Masaki knocked on Katsura’s door. Katsura opened it, a smile upon his face.

“My Lord, may I enter?” Masaki said, his head bowed.

Katsura replied with a smile, “Indeed, it’s too late in the evening for formalities Masaki. You never need ask me if it is okay for you to enter.” Katsura said with a gentle smile upon his face. He took Masaki’s hand and ushered him into his chambers. After closing his door, Katsura continued, “I gather you couldn’t sleep well?”

Masaki stepped closer to Katsura, the two stood face to face. “I like the room, but sitting there alone I am without comfort. I am without the comfort of being in Wa, and without being next to you in my sleep. But now I’m beginning to feel better.” Masaki began to smile.

Katsura smiled and then chuckled at the prince. He gently pulled Masaki close into an embrace. “I love you my sweet prince. I pray you sleep well at my side and I at yours. We have a long day of preparation and training ahead. We also need to survey the land and make sure our troops are prepared to fight on such terrain.” Katsura was then interrupted by Masaki.

“Katsu-chan, not now please. I know it’s hard to separate the military from the military man, but I just want us to be without business tonight. Let’s just rest Katsu-chan.” Masaki said in a wispy voice.

“Spoken, like a true wife.” Katsura chuckled as Masaki’s face puffed up in a fussy manner but almost immediately cleared up into a comfortable smile. The two settled down and slept for the evening.

Faramir Elendil

Faramir and his small army of mages had made it to the lands of Fyrkat a few days earlier. He was there to aid the Ulfheimr clan in their battle against the Leiknir and their ally Wa. However his personal reason for agreeing to help was the opportunity to test Baldr is the Chieftain of the Ulfheimr clan to see if he was capable of taking on the responsibility of bearing a True Rune. Faramir sat in a council meeting with Baldr and a few others to strategize for the upcoming battle.

“Lord Baldr, I will now explain my suggested plan of action. The Leiknir will not only face your soldiers and a small army of my warrior mages, but they will also face an army of illusion.” Faramir smiled in an almost sarcastic manner. “I will be positioned some at the rear of the field of battle casting my spell. I will use my Pale Gate Rune to summon creatures from another realm to battle the Leiknir alongside your soldiers. My battalion of mages will hang back on the battle field with me. As I summon the creatures from the other realm, they will use their power to disguise them as Ulfheimr clan soldiers. This will deceive the enemy and they will basically fight and become run down by overwhelming odds. What say you to this course of action Lord Baldr?” Faramir asked in a rather frank tone.

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Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Baldr Ulfheimr

Lord Baldr. Baldr mused to himself, he could get used to that. This wizard was definitely worth keeping around if nothing else for knowing his place beneath the Ulfheimr Chieftain. “…But they will also face an army of illusion.” Faramir smiled in an almost sarcastic manner. “What good is an army of illusion, Wizard. I know an illusion cannot be touched!” He interjected. “I will be positioned some at the rear of the field of battle casting my spell. I will use my Pale Gate Rune to summon creatures from another realm to battle the Leiknir alongside your soldiers. My battalion of mages will hang back on the battle field with me. As I summon the creatures from the other realm, they will use their power to disguise them as Ulfheimr clan soldiers. This will deceive the enemy and they will basically fight and become run down by overwhelming odds. What say you to this course of action Lord Baldr?” Faramir continued ignoring the large Chieftain’s protests.

The large man sat forward in his chair, obviously contemplating the idea. “So the Leiknir would be entirely overwhelmed and we could crush the little Leiknir upstart Ulfar.” He said. “I am beginning to like this idea. Would I be able to personally deal with Ulfar and his precious little daughter?” he asked stroking his short beard. “I want to squeeze the life out of that little bitch with my own two hands.” He continued darkly.

“What I am yet to understand Faramir, is why you have decided to help me? Obviously the Ulfheimr are the rightful rulers of Fyrkat but why have you taken an interesting in aiding me. You would gain very little from helping us and have so far even mentioned what you want in return.”

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Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Faramir Elendil

Baldr sat forward in his chair, obviously contemplating the idea. Faramire stood staring at Baldr stoically. “So the Leiknir would be entirely overwhelmed and we could crush the little Leiknir upstart Ulfar.” Baldr said. “I am beginning to like this idea. Would I be able to personally deal with Ulfar and his precious little daughter?” he asked stroking his short beard. “I want to squeeze the life out of that little bitch with my own two hands.” He continued darkly.

Faramir cringed a little. He knew that sacrifices sometimes needed to be made for the sake of his mission but he didn’t feel the deaths of Ulfar and his daughter were necessary. He was beginning to think that Baldr was the wrong choice as the bearer of the True fire Rune. However the Rune wanted to test Baldr so Faramir had to obey and at least give it a try. The ‘thinking’ of Runes was simple, far simpler than the reasoning and thought processes of human beings and other creatures. Runes were very one track in goals.

Faramir replied, “Yes you will be able to have it out with Ulfar and his daughter. But a just man would spare a life rather than take it. However, your business is your own.”

“What I am yet to understand Faramir, is why you have decided to help me? Obviously the Ulfheimr are the rightful rulers of Fyrkat but why have you taken an interesting in aiding me. You would gain very little from helping us and have so far even mentioned what you want in return.”

"That is a matter I would like to discuss with you in private Lord Baldr. A matter of great importance." Faramir said with a slight smirk. Baldr then ordered the room to be cleared. Faramir walked toward the window of the room and peered out of it. Once the room cleared of all others, Faramire spoke.

"I shall now be very frank with you Lord... Baldr.” Faramir spoke in a slightly sharp tone. His outlook on Baldr's compatibility with the true fire rune was already beginning to wane. "I am the keeper of Magic runes of great power. I have no real interest in your clans little spat over dominance. As you have gathered I'm sure." Faramir then turned around. "I've come here to administer a test for you, Baldr of the Ulfheimer Clan." Faramir extended his hands in front of himself in a giving gesture. A red fiery light illuminated the room and the True Fire Rune appeared, floating in the air before Faramir.

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"This is the True Fire Rune. It is the physical representation of the world’s element of Fire. It desires a responsible master, one to keep its power balanced for the sake of the world. It wants to test your strength in that regard."Faramir paused for a moment.

"Rune bearers must consider the preservation of the world, for their power could bring great calamity and destruction should a corrupt bearer possess the power of a true rune. As a True rune bearer you gain immortality, of course you must not be murdered but you are protected from sickness along with being granted long ageless life. I am a living testament. However, True Rune holders that are not worthy go insane and are often met with death. So will you bear the True Fire Rune and be tested for worthiness Baldr Ulfheimer?"

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Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Baldr Ulfheimr

Baldr waved his hand dismissively to his Jarls whom all nodded in acknowledgment before dispersing to attend to their duties, their chieftain paying little attention to them; instead he leaned forward to listen to Faramir’s proposal.

"I've come here to administer a test for you, Baldr of the Ulfheimer Clan." The wizard explained turning to produce a small and obviously magical rune. Baldr’s eyes lit up at the object, he knew little of magic but he knew it was powerful and to obtain a rune as powerful as Faramir’s could prove a massive advantage in the war.

The massive chieftain had noticed Faramir’s lips moving but he was no longer paying full attention to the man’s explanations, all that he could think of was using this magic to burn his enemies into submission and finally rule as he deserved, leading Fyrkat into a fiery triumph over the lesser nations and ruling forever as ruler of the world instead of just Fyrkat.

“So will you bear the True Fire Rune and be tested for worthiness Baldr Ulfheimer?"

“You will find no man worthier.” The huge man answered confidently, sitting back in his chair. “Give it to me. I am the true barer of the fire rune.” He added haughtily, his features turning to an evil smile as his plans took form in his mind.

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Character Portrait: Princess Tenanye Ananse of Anansai Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Soo-Min Kwon Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Junpei Tsukino, Hazanko Kizakura, Emperor Katsuhito, and Empress Suiko

Just as things seemed settled, a messenger appeared at the entrance of the garden. He bowed deeply and awaited acknowledgement from the Emperor and permission to enter. Once given permission, he kneeled down on one knee and presented a letter written in neat calligraphic print. “A message from the nobility for Lord Hazanko, and Lord Junpei sire.” The emperor nodded and the messenger scurried to his feet and over to Hazanko to deliver the message.

Hazanko opened the scroll and scanned the writing. Junpei watched as Hazanko read the scroll, he knew something was in the workings. Hazanko handed the scroll to Junpei. “It seems these idle nobles have ears everywhere. You and I have been made busy in the next few weeks.” Hazanko said with a smirk on his pale face. The nobility had indeed disliked the idea of the imperial advisor and the noble finance minister traveling all the way to the South Pacific for a matter that they didn’t directly benefit from.

Hazanko then turned and bowed to Princess Tenanye. “I am sorry your highness, but it seems some of the officials have gotten wind of our plans to accompany you and have brought to Lord Junpei and my attention a few pressing matters that we must attend to. We will not be able to accompany you to see Khal Jinn after all. My deepest apologies.” Hazanko was upset at the officials’ political games. Hazanko then bowed to Emperor Katsuhito and Empress Suiko, “I’m sorry sire, my lady.”

Junpei quickly placed the letter down on the table in frustration. He wasn’t happy at all. It was acts like this that caused Wa to close its doors to outsiders many years ago. Junpei kept his composure and looked toward Tenanye, giving her a smooth smile. “I apologize Princess, but it looks like they caught me up in something I can’t slip out of this time.” Junpei looked back toward Hazanko, “Those are Wa scholars for ya.” He then turned back to the princess and continued, “Perhaps I can accompany you on a trip some other time?”

Faramir Elendil

Faramir listened as Baldr answered. “You will find no man worthier.” The huge man answered confidently, sitting back in his chair. “Give it to me. I am the true barer of the fire rune.” He added haughtily, his features turning to an evil smile as his plans took form in his mind.

Faramir began to feel threatened. He had seen that sinister look long ago. The late King Mildorian gave that same crazed, power hungry expression when he began to fail the True Fire Rune’s test. However there was very little Faramir could do. Once the True Rune chose someone it desired to test there was no turning it around until the test began. Faramir sighed heavily and replied, “Very well. Nevertheless, be warned. The rune may not see through you but I do.” And with that, Faramir began to affix the rune to Baldr. The light transferred to Baldr’s right hand and there was a burning sensation there. Faramir clasped his hands and then spoke in a grave tone. “It is done. You are now the bearer of the True Fire Rune. Consider your battle with the Leiknir and the Wa your first trial.”

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Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Baldr Ulfheimr

“Very well. Nevertheless, be warned. The rune may not see through you but I do.” Baldr snorted haughtily at Faramir’s words, what did the little mage know about real power anyway. He felt the wash of power course through him as Faramir began to affix the rune to him, he could almost taste the power that he had just been granted.

“It is done. You are now the bearer of the True Fire Rune. Consider your battle with the Leiknir and the Wa your first trial.” Faramir spoke gravely, already showing regret for allowing the runes but Baldr didn’t care he had power! A power that would lead the Ulfheimr into a fiery triumph over the lesser kings of the world!

“And I will crush them both!” He snarled allowed raising his fist in the air as he tested the power, fire engulfing his hand as he smiled darkly. “The world over will kneel at my name!” he laughed egotistically his booming voice filling the wooden room of the Ulfheimr hall. "Jarl! Ready the army! We ride for Leiknir!" He barked through his laughter at his generals outside.

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Character Portrait: Himiko Hatsumomo Character Portrait: Masaki Mizuno Wa Character Portrait: Katsura Shiraishi Character Portrait: Ulfar Leiknir Character Portrait: Tyra Leiknir Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Faramir Elendil, Himiko Hatsumomo, Katsura Shiraishi, Masaki Mizuno-Wa

Faramir watched gravely as Baldr gloated. “And I will crush them both!” He snarled allowed raising his fist in the air as he tested the power, fire engulfing his hand as he smiled darkly. “The world over will kneel at my name!” he laughed egotistically his booming voice filling the wooden room of the Ulfheimr hall. "Jarl! Ready the army! We ride for Leiknir!" He barked through his laughter at his generals outside.

The men around rushed to get things prepped and ready for battle. Faramir wasn’t pleased at all with how things were shaping up. He had to fulfill his duty to oversee Baldr’s trial under the True Fire Rune. He couldn’t back out of this battle, but he could attempt to spare the Leiknir and Wa from certain death. He considered sending a warning to the Leiknir because he felt bad about the terror they could possibly encounter now that Baldr had proven that he was unworthy of the rune, and most certain to abuse it’s destructive power.

Faramir turned toward Baldr and smiled as if it pained him. “Lord Baldr I must be off to make preparations of my own. You can expect to see my warrior mages ready front and center by the time your forces are ready to depart. My spell casters will depart ahead of time to prepare the outer rear guard for the casting.” And with that, Faramir excused himself from the room.

Faramir ordered his men to commence their preparations. He then used his Blinking Rune to teleport himself right outside the entrance of the Leiknir camp. The guards were astonished at Faramir’s sudden appearance but this was very momentary. They immediately raised their spears and attempted to hold Faramir at bay. “Halt!! You there, identify yourself!! What business have you with the Leiknir?!” one of Leiknir guards said to the other. “He definitely looks like a foreigner by the looks of his clothing.”

Faramir gazed upon the two confused and defensive guards stoically. He replied, “You should leave this land while you have a chance. I’m warning you…” Faramir’s voice was stoic and calm. The guards then called others to keep Faramir at bay. Five more approached weapons in hand. “Fools, there is no time for this. To ride off to Leiknir’s glory is to desire to die.” Faramir stated in a voice only slightly more emotional in tone. However the guards took him as a threat in need of neutralization.

“Seize him and we shall bring him before Lord Ulfar! He will decide what to make of this fools ramblings!” The lead guard ordered in a roar befitting his position. The men rushed Faramir and he hopped backward at the same time producing a large magic staff. He swung his arm backward and then brought it forward and his staff began to glow brightly. The air above the men rippled and immediately large stones fell from the rippling air above, landing on the charging soldiers. They groaned beneath the heavy stones unable to move.

Faramir lightly clutched his magic staff and looked upon the subdued men with pity. “I hopped I could safe your little clan and its ally the Wa, but I’m afraid it can’t be helped. Your injuries are minor and should keep you from seeing battle today. At least I managed to spare a few for now.” Faramir said with a sigh.

By this time the soldiers had got Ulfar, Tyra, Masaki, and Katsura and show them to the stranger that was Faramir. “My Lords, this man did this to our men! He’s a witch, a warlock, a magic user!!”

Faramir stood before the leaders unflinching. “Who are you!?” Katsura asked in a strong and authoritative voice.

Faramir sighed deeply, “I am a man drowning in regret and sorrow. Walk away from this land and live. To fight Baldr today is to throw your lives into flame and parish. You’ve been warned.” Faramir tapped his staff onto the ground and a large teardrop-like air bubble fell from the sky causing the ground beneath Faramir to ripple. He then sunk down into the rippling ground and vanished. The atmosphere returned to normal and Faramir appeared back at Baldr’s manor. The armies were ready to depart. And so they set off to battle.

Masaki stood in great concern. “I do believe whoever that was intended to warn us.” He said.

Katsura placed his hand on Masaki’s shoulder. “Worry not my prince, we shall triumph in battle today. Nothing has changed. The enemy’s attempt to demoralize our army has not prevailed. We shall ride alongside Lord Ulfar and Lady Tyra to victory. I need your sharp senses keen and at 100 percent.” Katsura said to Masaki gently. He looked into Masaki’s eyes with great calm. He would protect his love from all harm, his heart demanded it.

Ulfar and Tyra seemed determined to continue. He ordered for the men to hasten preparations. The Leiknir would not be frightened out of glorious battle. Katsura was right behind Ulfar and did not flinch in his determination. His honor was at stake, and so was the honor of the Leiknir clan. Masaki looked at things much differently. He knew that he needed to keep an eye out for anything seemingly unusual on the battlefield. This man of magic would most likely make an appearance on or around the field of battle.

Hatsumomo who was still inside the Leiknir camp could feel the magical energy about when Faramir was present. The spirits in the atmosphere shuddered when Faramir was near. Hatsumomo could feel that things were going to be much different than the warriors had expected.

With everyone prepped the Leiknir and the Wa rode off to battle. The field was open and both parties stood waiting to attack. Katsura, Ulfar and Tyra were to lead the first two fronts. Ulfar and Tyra were to take the first and main unit, while Katsura was to lead the secondary unit, attacking from the side. Masaki was to lead the third unit t attack from the rear and act as a surprise backup unit. Hatsumomo remained in a small guarded unit not far off from the main battlefield and lend special magical support.

The Leiknir and Wa faced Baldr’s forces seemingly in the usual numbers Baldr had showcased in previous battles. However this time there were additional soldiers of a magical nature. They were Faramir’s mage unit and they looked as if they were more polished in prestine in appearance in comparision to Baldr’s men. By looking at them, one could tell that they were definitely not from Baldr’s clan or Fyrkat for that matter. Faramir himself was far off from the main field of battle out of view from the others with a special unit of powerful spellcasters. The players were all on the field of battle. History in the making.

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Character Portrait: Himiko Hatsumomo Character Portrait: Masaki Mizuno Wa Character Portrait: Katsura Shiraishi Character Portrait: Ulfar Leiknir Character Portrait: Tyra Leiknir Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Ulfar & Tyra Leiknir

The guards that had alerted them had roused the leaders from their preparations, Tyra grabbing the first weapon she passed which at that point happened to be an axe which she was brandishing violently as they approached the foreign wizard. Ulfar on the other hand and summoned his guards and walked calmly towards the noises around them. “What is the meaning of this?!” he boomed over the noise.

“I am a man drowning in regret and sorrow. Walk away from this land and live. To fight Baldr today is to throw your lives into flame and parish. You’ve been warned.”

Tyra growled at the response holding the axe tighter in her grip. “We are Leiknir, we do not run, we fight!” With this she swung the axe head towards the man who was already starting to vanish, leaving her axe embedded in nothing but the ground on which he’d stood.

“I do believe whoever that was intended to warn us.” Masaki said reacting more calmly then Tyra.

“A warning which we will not heed. Baldr’s mind is clouded against better judgement he has abandoned his honour in his desperation to rule and we will remove him from his position. A coward who hides behind false words has no place as King or even as a Chieftain.” Ulfar announced calmly, ignoring his daughters own response.

Tyra eventually successfully managed to tear the axe head from the ground and looked up at her father’s still stoic face. “I will avenge my brothers today, father. I swear it.” She said, leaving to prepare her armour. Ulfar nodded as she left, Baldr would soon be deposed. He had already been in contact with his estranged family and a new chieftain was already waiting to take his place beside Ulfar as a vassal. This would bring great fortune for the war; the end was finally in sight.

The sound of snow crunching beneath hoof and foot was all that could be heard as the combined army of Leiknir and Wa marched towards the field of battle. Ulfar rode proud with the ancestral sword of the Leiknir resting at his hip, it was of course Dwarvish but had been passed down generation after generation of Leiknir Chieftain. The wind blew through his hair and beard as the rode in silence towards what was sure to be a glorious battle, no fear in his eyes or those of his men just the quiet anticipation, the calm before a storm.

Tyra sat high on her own mount, a shield in one arm with an axe clutched in the same hand preparing for any loss of her shield. Her other hand remained free for the moment but that was only until she would draw her sword Sigr and charge forth onto the field, her armour was dull with wear but her furs were all as pristine as the day that they had been cut from the animal.

She looked out on the battlefield searching for the large form of her enemy Baldr, seeing him next to the wizard from the morning Tyra snarled to herself but she was interrupted from her train of thought by her father. “We may be outnumbered in size but not in prowess, Baldr is a weak man undeserving of his title as Hersir, so show no fear in the face of our adversaries for today even the gods themselves will tell tales of the Leiknir clan and the victory we obtained here today! Today we avenge brothers, sisters, sons, daughters, mothers and fathers; today the battle for Fyrkat begins!” Ulfar’s sword blazed with light as he drew it from its highly decorated scabbard. “To Valhalla!” He cried out his voice carrying across the frozen mountains to the ears of every soldier of Leiknir and Wa, an echoing of his words erupting from the soldiers of Leiknir who drew their weapons as one and began to beat their shields.



Baldr Ulfheimr

Baldr’s horse shifted under him as the Leiknir’s army chorused the words of their chieftain but his crazed expression of joy had not left his face since his taking of the fire rune. “Crush these Leiknir bastards and send them to the halls they seem to wish for!” He boomed to his men, signalling the beginning of the charge. The crazed man laughed darkly to himself before kicking his horse into movement. “Let us see who is a great man now Ulfar.”

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Character Portrait: Himiko Hatsumomo Character Portrait: Masaki Mizuno Wa Character Portrait: Katsura Shiraishi Character Portrait: Ulfar Leiknir Character Portrait: Tyra Leiknir Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Katsura Shiraishi, Himiko Hatsumomo, Masaki Mizuno-Wa

The warriors were on the field of battle, ready to engage the enemy they were facing. Masaki scanned the opposing side and its warriors. He saw the mage that had appeared at the Leiknir camp beside Baldr. He looked as if he was forcefully made to be Baldr’s ally, like one who fought with an ulterior motive. Masaki made a note to keep an eye on the mage if possible. He noticed Tyra was dead locked on the magician as well.

Hatsumomo could definitely feel the heavy magical energy present in the battle field. She knew that the unit of warriors that stood behind the magician were mages, and they carried weapons imbued with magic elemental energy, properly known as the sword of magic. With magic involved, this would not be a straight forward battle. “It looks as if I shall become more involved than I susupected.” She said to herself as se flicked her long bangs out of her slender face. She quickly summoned her maid servant to her side and requested a small hand scroll and brush to write a message to Katsura. After the message was complete she whispered a few quiet words, spoken in the native Wa language, into the wind.

The scroll drifted into the air and gently blow in front of Katsura who rode on a strong black stallion. The scroll continued to hover in front of Katsura until he grabbed it from the air to read it. “The enemy is not what they seem. There is a strong and ancient magic emanating from the robed man that appeared at the camp. His unit is made of warrior mages. Their weapons are magically strengthened. Take caution, their fighting spirit may be low, but their magic is not to be taken lightly.” Katsura read Himiko’s note. He had the note delivered to Masaki’s unit who quickly translated it into the common language, and then had it delivered it to Ulfar.

Once Ulfar had delivered his speech, katsura prepared to give his own. He had breathe in deeply and spoke loudly in both the Wa Language and the common tongue, some of the Wa soldiers never learned to speak the common language. “Warriors of Wa! Today we are here to help Lord Ulfar, a friend of Wa bring rightful honor to his land. The goddess smiles on us today, and we shall make her proud. The enemy is not to be underestimated, remember the burning heart of a honorable warrior is able to make him worth a thousand warriors in one. We shall drink with our Leiknir brethren, and our kinsmen once again! The son of heaven, Prince Masaki Mizuno-Wa is at our side. The choosen priestess of the sun goddess Amaterasu herself, Himoko is at our side. The mighty Lord and Lady of Leiknir, Ulfar and Tyra our leading us forward toward honor and righteousness. Who dare oppose us? To victory!” Katsura said with his Katana raised.
Masaki thought silently to himself as he sat on his graceful white horse. Even as a soldier on the field of battle he could not escape being a figurehead. He wished that he could simply play the role of Katsura’s right hand man and not that of a prince, but it was unavoidable. He did however need to concentrate in the task at hand. There was much to come.

Faramir Elendil

“Crush these Leiknir bastards and send them to the halls they seem to wish for!” Faramir listened as Baldr boomed to his men, signalling the beginning of the charge. The crazed man laughed darkly to himself before kicking his horse into movement. “Let us see who is a great man now Ulfar.”

Faramir cringed silently. He rolled his eyes and clutched his horse’s reigns gently. He spoke calmly to his mages. “We must follow this course of action until the Circle Rune tells me of Baldr’s passing or failing of the rune’s test. As we battle pray that this trial ends swiftly. Black mages I order you to remain far back in the summoning grid and commence the casting. I shall join you once you’ve set up the summoning grid. Remember to stay out of sight. Proceed.” Faramir’s horse stood still as the warrior mages advanced past him. Baldr and his forces were advancing as well. The battle had begun.

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Character Portrait: Himiko Hatsumomo Character Portrait: Masaki Mizuno Wa Character Portrait: Katsura Shiraishi Character Portrait: Ulfar Leiknir Character Portrait: Tyra Leiknir Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Ulfar & Tyra Leiknir

The battle cries from both sides were deafening throughout the mountains and could be heard as far away as Fylkirholl as the two great armies charged full speed into one another and yet despite the noise, Tyra heard nothing her thoughts were set on finding Baldr and avenging her brothers. As the snow between the two armies was beginning to close and as it did Tyra pulled her feet up onto her saddle and stood up waiting for the moment to literally launch herself into the battle it wasn’t long before she got her wish, the final calm moment before the crunch of metal on metal finally hit and Tyra threw herself into the battle her shield ready to come crashing into those landed on as her weapons tore into the Ulfheimr.

The battle had waged on for almost an hour but it didn’t seem to matter what the Leiknir or Wa soldiers did the Ulfheimr just kept coming, for each man cut down another seemed to take his place. Driving his sword home into what seemed like the hundredth Ulfheimr warrior, Ulfar looked at his surroundings. Men and women lay upon the floor from both clans, cut down in the heat of battle but something was odd about the Ulfheimr warriors. Continuing to gaze across the bodies it slowly began to appear to Ulfar that the soldiers at the feet were the same people. Quickly turning his head up to Katsura, Ulfar voice boomed over even the sound of battle. “These are not men of Fyrkat! Look at their faces!” Returning his gaze to his foes Ulfar’s blade once more found its way home into the apparitions.


Baldr Ulfheimr

Baldr laughed manically as he walked through the battlefield hacking down the Leiknir soldiery with his axe without any form of remorse for his foes or even any visible effort. “Bow before me Leiknir! Bow before your King!” he boomed raising his fist into the air a fire appearing once more on his hand as he felt the force of the rune give way to his willpower.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Himiko Hatsumomo Character Portrait: Masaki Mizuno Wa Character Portrait: Katsura Shiraishi Character Portrait: Ulfar Leiknir Character Portrait: Tyra Leiknir Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Masaki Mizuno-Wa, Katsura Shiraishi, Hatsumomo Himiko, Faramir Elendil

The battle raged on with baldr’s seemingly endless number of soldiers. Katsura cut down soldier after soldier from the opposing team. He hated to admit it but the opposing forces were beginning to wear him and the other allied soldiers down. His eye darted left and right in search of Masaki. Katsura just needed to know that he was alright. His search was interrupted by Ulfar’s booming voice across the battle field. “These are not men of Fyrkat! Look at their faces!”

Katsura looked at the soldier he just killed. He looked almost identical to several other soldiers and they looked a bit off. In fact, Katsura realized that they made no real battle cries, Baldr’s soldiers were absolutely quiet. Katsura called back to Ulfar, “Keen eye my friend! I shall have my men look into this. If we can hold them off a bit longer we can hopefully turn the battle around!!” Katsura’s unit rendezvoused with Masaki’s unit. When Katsura looked upon Masaki he smiled in relief. However they weren’t out of the fire yet. “Masaki, these soldiers are not normal.” Katsura reported.

“I noticed. They don’t make any real sound, even their footsteps are too light. Something’s off.” Masaki replied. More enemy soldiers approached and Masaki fired arrows into the air that hit each intended target with a lethal shot. “Masaki the remembered, he had not seen the magician that was present at their camp since the beginning of the battle. “That mage from before!! He’s nowhere to be found. Yet his soldiers remain… We must find him. I’m sure he’s the key!” Masaki explained.

Hatsumomo had spent the earlier portion of the battle at the rear concentrating on the spirit and magical energy she sensed. He rode up on her horse to Katsura and Masaki. “You need that mage? I can find him, follow me.” Hatsumomo said and continued to ride forward.

Katsura turned to Masaki, “Follow Himiko. I shall rejoin Ulfar and Tyra and attempt to push the enemy back. Find that magician and put a stop to his trickery. Hurry!!” Katsura sped off on his horse toward the area closer to Ulfar and Tyra.

Masaki followed Himiko as she trailed the magical energy back to its source. A distance from the battle was the magician surrounded by other mages. The magician held his staff into the air as a large purple symbol hovered over him glowing. There were creatures of a humanoid nature being summoned from a portal of sorts. Himiko explained. “The man in the center is a rune bearer and a powerful mage. I can feel it. The others are not nearly as strong as he is magically. The lead mage is using a rune to summon those creatures to this realm. The other mages are casting an illusion around them to make them look as if they were Baldr’s soldiers. What your men are fighting aren’t humans but monsters in disguise.”

Masaki prepared his weapons. “So we stop them and so stops the endless warriors. It looks as if my unit has a fight on our hands with magicians…” Masaki said in a slightly worried tone.

“I shall deal with the other mages. They can be incapacitated rather easily using my magic. However the lead magician is a different matter. I cannot stop him. But you can. The key is not to give him time to cast strong spells. If you bombard him enough, he’ll have to resort to casting lower level spells that will do far less damage.” Himiko explain as she dismounted from her horse. She prepared seven talismans with calligraphy characters written on them. After chanting quietly she released them into the air and they each flew to and adhered to the forehead of a mage surrounding Faramir. The seven mages were magically paralyzed thus their illusion spell had stopped. Now every monster disguised on the battlefield was revealed for what it was.

Faramir stopped his using his Pale Gate rune to summon creatures. He stepped toward Masaki and Himiko. “Well isn’t this a happy twist of fate. I’m glad the fool hasn’t burned you to ash fair prince of Wa.” Faramir said with a smile. “Your magical and spiritual intuition is impressive my dear lady. There aren’t many capable of subduing my mages magically.” He said to Himiko. “Unfortunately for us both, I am still in the service of Baldr until the trial is done. Therefore I must strike you down. I wish you would have heeded my warning earlier. I didn’t want to kill you. So be it.”

Masaki took that as an immediate ‘go’ and sprang into action. He unsheathed his katana and slashed at Faramir who only gracefully and smoothly dodged. Faramir evaded Masaki’s swift strikes as purple orbs of energy slowly spiraled around his body. “He’s trying to conjure a spell. You must land a blow to him now!” Himiko shouted. Masaki had never heard her raise her voice before this. But it was too late Faramir had succeeded in casting a spell from his Pale Gate rune. The Pale Gate symbol appeared and a cloud of dust appeared and in it stood a large centaur with a jousting spear in hand. The centaur charged at Masaki who dodged in time to avoid being impaled. The centaur disappeared promptly once the spell had faded.

Masaki knew that he had to catch Faramir by surprise. Masaki had a plan. He rushed in for an attack expecting Faramir to evade. Instead of attacking he tossed his katana to Faramir at the last moment and continued to run past the mage. Faramir dodged well as Masaki expected and mistaken evaded into Masaki’s grasp. The Wa prince grabbed Faramir and tackled him to the ground. Masaki the quickly pulled his smaller blade and held it to Faramir’s throat. “Surrender now. I know you don’t want to help Baldr. I don’t want to harm you.” Masaki said looking into the mage’s eyes.

In the distance a fire and explosions blazed. Baldr was using the True Fire rune. “You do have a good heart about you fair prince. Fortunately for us, Baldr has finally failed the test of the rune. The Circle Rune has okayed me to remove the rune from Baldr. However, I will need your help. Frykat needs that rune removed from Baldr at once!” Masaki then helped Faramir up to his feet. “I am Faramir Elendil, Lord and steward of Magician’s Tower in Mildorian. I know who you both are so you need not introduce yourselves. Let’s make haste.” Faramir remarked. After a few moments they rendezvoused with Ulfar, Tyra, and Katsura.

Fire blazed on the battle field. Many had been burned and injured. It seemed the battle field really turned into a real hell. “We have brought the mage Faramir Elendil to help us.” Masaki said as they approached the group. “Those phantom soldiers will not be a problem any longer. However he need our help to stop Baldr from further using the True Fire Rune.” Masaki continued.

“If I get you to Baldr, would you be able to stop him? I’ll need you to ware him down enough so that I can extract the rune from him.” Faramir explained. He knew that it would be difficult for them to trust him but he and they had little choice.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Himiko Hatsumomo Character Portrait: Masaki Mizuno Wa Character Portrait: Katsura Shiraishi Character Portrait: Ulfar Leiknir Character Portrait: Tyra Leiknir Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Ulfar & Tyra Leiknir and Baldr Ulfheimr

The fires blazed across the battlefield as Ulfar and Tyra continued their fight, the sounds of swords, axes and shields colliding the only thing accompanying the Leiknir’s tiring battle cries. It had begun to dawn on Ulfar that the battle was beginning to take a turn for the worst; he only hoped that Masaki and Hatsumomo could put a stop to whatever apparitions their enemy was using before it was too late.

Tyra’s shield had long since been splintered away and now lay in splinters on the floor, her axe now in one hand and her sword in the other; both had obviously seen a fair share of blood already. In her young life she had seen much battle but none as ferocious as this, their enemies seemed endless. No matter how many were put to the sword. She could almost not contain her surprise as the sudden illusion faded before them and instead of the warriors of Baldr they were suddenly confronted by all wonders of creatures, though knowing their enemy’s true face was in some ways worse.

The battle waged on for some time more, the Leiknir almost reaching buckling point under the weight of the summoned adversaries before as one and as suddenly as they had been revealed the creatures disappeared into nothing. Both sides seemed stunned for a few moments as weapons of the Leiknir fell through thin air and the Ulfheimr suddenly lost a massive portion of their forces. The momentary silence was short lived before the Leiknir seemingly let out as one a cheer; the tide had begun to turn.

“We have brought the mage Faramir Elendil to help us” Masaki explained as Hatsumomo and he returned from their fight. Tyra at first readied her weapons but at a gentle touch to her shoulder from her father lowered them begrudgingly back down. “If I get you to Baldr, would you be able to stop him? I’ll need you to wear him down enough so that I can extract the rune from him.” The wizard said once Tyra was calmed.

“We can but traitor or not Baldr is a Hersir of Fyrkat and as such will answer for his crimes only to me.” Ulfar said. “I must fight him alone.”

Baldr strode through the field, his axe swinging brutally as he scorched the field, seeming to make no differentiation between the Leiknir soldiers and his own. “Burn! Burn! Burn for your King!” He laughed, his mind obviously having crumpled, though whether because of the rune or because of his own egocentricity it was difficult to tell. “Where are you Ulfar!?” he continued. “I would send you back to your sons!”

It didn’t take long for the gigantic man to come across the group, and when he did a mad smile crept across his lips. “There you are, Ulfar! Now would you burn here or send your little rat to die first!?”

Ulfar kept his composure in the face of the crazed Hersir, “You are a failure, Baldr! You will never rule Fyrkat!” He called back raising his sword in preparation for the battle.

Baldr threw his head back in laughter, taking his axe into just one hand. His other beginning to burn brightly with the power of the rune before launching a ball of fire almost as tall as Ulfar himself hurtling towards him. Ulfar made no move to avoid the fire instead he raised his sword and braced himself.

“NO!” Tyra screamed hurtling herself into the path of the fire and extending her arm, a wall of cold air dispersing the fire before it could burn either of them.

“A Seith!?” Baldr exclaimed his maddened eyes twitching slightly. “Bah! It doesn’t matter, I will kill you nonetheless!” he shouted charging forward with his axe held high. Ulfar pushed Tyra out of the way at this point, raising his sword once more and deflecting the heavy blow from the gigantic Ulfheimr.

The two men’s waged heavily against one another neither managing to gain advantage over their adversary for some time, before eventually Baldr managed to land a well-placed kick into Ulfar’s chest, knocking him into the show covered ground. His arm raised above his head as he once more summoned the power of the rune to scorch Ulfar.

It was here that Tyra re-joined the fight, leaping into the air as high as she possibly could and swung her sword with all her might at the giant’s hand removing it at the wrist, the fire of the rune cauterising the wound as his hand fell away from his arm.

Baldr howled in pain as he fell to his knees clutching at his stump, the forcibly tearing away from the power of the rune returning the small amount of sanity he had once had but the force of its extraction causing him great pain as well.

Ulfar returned himself to his feet and looked down upon Baldr’s hunched form. “Baldr Ulfheimr, you are a weak man. You have besmirched the name of the Fyrkat Hersirs and as such are exiled from the shattered lands. May the gods never grace you peace.”

The battle had begun to ebb as the news of Baldr’s defeat spread throughout the battlefield and Leiknir and Wa alike threw their arms up in great cheers of victory. The remaining Ulfheimr throwing their weapons down in surrender.

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Character Portrait: Himiko Hatsumomo Character Portrait: Masaki Mizuno Wa Character Portrait: Katsura Shiraishi Character Portrait: Ulfar Leiknir Character Portrait: Tyra Leiknir Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Faramir Elendil, Masaki Mizuno-Wa, Katsura Shiraishi, Himiko Hatsumomo

Baldr battled in a crazed manner and Ulfar met Baldr’s might with a valiant vigor. Faramir gripped his staff tightly in preparation to aide Ulfar and Tyra in their battle. He wasn’t sure if they’d need his assistance but he tried his best to stay out of the fight. He usually had no problem keeping his nose out of the affairs of others, unless it involved a True Rune, then it was just as much his business as well. Faramir was surprised when the Seith had countered the magic of the True Rune. This was not a feat easily accomplished by even the most powerful of mages. It seemed that Fyrkat was not without magical prowess of its own. Faramir was quite impressed.

Everyone was taken aback when Tyra rescued Ular and at the same time removed the hand of Baldr’s that bore the True Rune of Fire. The warlord was in excruciating pain and suffered as the battle came to a conclusion. Faramir remained stoic and his expression remained unchanged as he slowly approached the hand that now lay bloodied and in the snow. He held his hands forward into the atmosphere and rune glowed a fiery red. It lifted off of the dismembered hand and hovered in front of Faramir inside of an orb like container before disappearing into thin air. “Well thank you lady Tyra, you’ve made my task considerably easier than I had planned. Thank you.” Faramir said with a cheeky smirk. He knew that the warrior maiden seemed apprehensive of him.

The soldiers all cheered and Masaki could breathe easier knowing that they all made it through in one piece generally. Masaki turned to Katsura with a warm smile as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “I live to see your proud smile once more. To Amaterasu I am glad.”

Katsura chuckled calmly. “I thank the goddess that I live to relieve my love of worries.” Masaki’s pale face blushed a bit before flashing Katsura a stern look. Masaki wanted Katsura to remember to be cautious about how closely they behaved out in the open. The low level foot soldiers and servants of Wa dare not expose their secret for fear of severe punishment. But Masaki felt they couldn’t be too cautious.

After Baldr was delt with and everyone left the battlefield, a large feast was thrown. Masaki sat in his room getting ready for the dinner, accompanied by Hatsumomo. She had desired to speak with the prince. “It seems you have picked up a few ways from Tyra my lord.” Hatsumomo said with a giggle.

Masaki raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Oh, really, How do you imagine Himiko?” Masaki replied, trying to hide how startled he was at the accusation.

“Well my lord, I am quite certain I didn’t imagine you tackling the mage Faramir to the ground the way you did today. It was quite an uncouth tactic if I do say so myself. Quite the contrary to your usual elegant form when fighting, much like the warrior maiden Tyra.” Hatsumomo continued to tease. It was good to see that the young lady had rubbed off on the prince.

“Ahem… The situation simply called for creativity and out of the box thinking. Lady Tyra is quite creative on the battlefield. So it’s only fitting that I learn a thing or two from her.” Masaki replied with gained composure. He was not the biggest fan of being teased. However if anyone could get away with it Himiko knew how.

In a few moments the two joined the others. Faramir sat down near Katsura feeling slightly out of place. He was a tad apprehensive about joining the Leiknir and Wa for their celebration due to the fact that he was once a part of the enemy army and cause them great harm. Some of the soldiers were still confused as to his presence there among them. The other mages were also quiet and poised. They quietly mingled with the other soldiers after being welcomed a bit. They were all soon laughing and showing the Wa and Leiknir soldiers small little magic tricks over drinks.

Once Masaki approached the table Faramir could instantly pick up on his bond with Katsura. He moved a seat over from Katsura. “Ah fair prince, please have my seat. I you should sit next to your spouse.” Faramir said as plain as day, not really thinking that it would be a problem. Masaki froze in shock, Katsura sheepishly thanked Faramir with a shy bow for the kind gesture. Hatsumomo simply chuckled to herself. Masaki was quite worried what Tyra and Ulfar would make of such news. He definitely didn’t want to offend anyone or, most of all, he didn’t want his secret exposed back in Wa.

Faramir was puzzled by the prince’s perplexed disposition. “Did I say something wrong? My apologies… if I assumed incorrectly.” Faramir said while still looking puzzled at the two.

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Character Portrait: Himiko Hatsumomo Character Portrait: Masaki Mizuno Wa Character Portrait: Katsura Shiraishi Character Portrait: Ulfar Leiknir Character Portrait: Tyra Leiknir Character Portrait: Faramir Elendil Character Portrait: Baldr Ulfheimr

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Ulfar & Tyra Leiknir

Tyra appeared to be somewhat more at peace as Faramir approached her and Baldr’s hand, “Well thank you lady Tyra, you’ve made my task considerably easier than I had planned. Thank you.” This seemed to rekindle Tyra’s fire as she turned angrily to face the mage, shunting him backwards with the blunt of her axe. “Your task!? You gave him the fucking thing!” She screamed angrily at the mage, the only thing holding her back being respect for her father’s orders. “As I see it you are just as responsible for this as he is!” She growled at him gesturing to the field of battle. “There is no honour in a slaughter!” She added before turning her back on the mage.

Ulfar remained quiet throughout Tyra’s outburst, he knew how his daughter would feel about this as soon as Faramir approached them and even he himself could see sense in her words. The man led to the deaths of hundreds of Leiknir warriors for no other reason than to test the crazed and now one handed Hersir.

The fires were lit for a feast by the evening, the servants working as fast as they could to provide a meal worthy of such a victory; the Ulfheimr clan had become a vassal to the Leiknir. Baldr having been replaced as Hersir by his estranged sister whom the insane chieftain had had banished, along with the rest of his family for their persistent attempts to convince him otherwise of his hatred towards the Leiknir.

By Fyrkat tradition it is imperative to be a good host towards friend or foe and this cultural imperative was the only reason that Tyra hadn’t already planted her axe into the mage Faramir; it was also the reason she had partaken in copious amounts of mead and why she was now swaying slightly in her chair.

She thumped her chest theatrically as Masaki and Hatsumomo entered the room from their preparations however instead of the dull thud of her armour it was the sound of her fist hitting her own chest, as for what was now twice in one week she wasn’t wearing her armour and instead was wearing the plain looking tunic favoured by the Fyrkat.

Ulfar ignored his daughter’s antics, at least she wasn’t singing on the tables yet; Tyra had never shown any sign of her father’s tolerance to alcohol however he wasn’t surprised in her drinking, she had been after Baldr’s head since before she had hit a decade old and she deserved a strong drink.

“Did I say something wrong? My apologies… if I assumed incorrectly.” The puzzled voice beside him made Ulfar burst into laughter with almost a tear in his generally stoic eyes, it was some moments before the large man had managed to calm himself enough to speak. “I don’t think anyone’s supposed to know.” He whispered loud enough for only their table to hear.

Tyra giggled into her mead. “Although the sneaking in and out of each other’s chambers every night is a bit of a giveaway.” She added somewhat less quietly but still not loud enough for anyone else to have heard in the festivities. “Almost makes me feel jealous.” She added with another giggle.

Ulfar felt the hairs on his neck stand up at his daughter’s words; he was still a father after all. Tyra on the other hand had already leant her head on Hatsumomo’s shoulder and was daydreaming to herself. “What do you think, Hatsumomo? Fancy joining me?” she offered with a playful but obviously jestfull wink.

Ulfar continued to ignore his daughter’s flirtations wanting to have as little to do with that whole side of things as he possible could. “Another drink?” Ulfar offered already pouring more of the mead jug into their cups.



Baldr Ulfheimr

Waves crashed into his thoughts as Baldr groggily awaked, the side of his head pounding from the effects of some immemorial blow to the head it took some time for his surroundings to eventually solidify themselves around him but as soon as they did he sat up with a start, it was a ship that much was obvious and from the look of things its sole purpose was to house the Chieftain as uncomfortably as possible. Launching himself to his feet Baldr looked out of his cage and onto the deck of one of the Leiknir longships.