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Asger and Tryne

"Only the Strong will survive to thrive, only they can Conqueror and Prosper.".

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a character in “The Gods of Pandeum”, originally authored by Ersatz Creed, as played by RolePlayGateway


Asger and Tyrne

God Name: Asger and Tryne
Title: Asger, Goddess of War. Tryne God of Conquest
Gender: Asger is generally female and Tryne is for the most part male....
Alignment:Asger is evil and Tryne is neutral leans to which ever side happens to tickle his fancy
God Appearance: Asger has many appearances which she will switch from depending on the occasion however for the most part she prefers to appear as a winged Valkyrie on the battlefield, collecting what many mistake for as the souls, but is in fact the legacies of every warrior that dies in the battle and as the Queen of Battle, as she calls heself with her 'crown'. Her brother, Tryne prefers to be things that man view as formidable and will wonder the earth as a Bear or a Whale and at times even a man wearing a bear pelt.
Opinion of mortals
"They the product of constant fighting, they have struggled to survive and now they struggle to advance. Man only advances through war. Medicine was made to keep warriors from dying of their wounds and illnesses and all these great constructs were all first put to use in the field of battle than to accommodate the peasantry."- Asger

"It is impressive how they can be so weak and yet overcome things greater than they are. They see a mighty bear, and kill it. They see a dragon, they trap it. They see a massive whale in the sea, they get on their boats and drag it back to shore!".

God’s Domain: The Meadhall of Valhalla, it is said that both of them reside in a massive castle like Meadhall known as Valhalla. It is hear that all warriors who have died go to enjoy the afterlife, and by that they normally mean fighting, drinking, sex and whatever else tickles their fancy.

Avatar Name:Astrid Shatter-shield
Avatar Appearance
Personality: She is strong, tough, and cold like the land she lives in. Her foes know no mercy, and the weak know no peace. As the Daughter of Belgruf Shattershield, Jarl of Moljinor, the stand she meets is much higher than anyone elses and she does a rather splendid job of meeting them. She is a renowned warrior and shows no sympathy for the weak. Confident, at times arrogant, of her looks and abilities, she never backs down from a fight and follows her father's example of leading from the front. She does have a set of morals but they differ from those of other warriors in foreign lands.
Magic Abilities: When she was chosen, Asger and Tryne offered her Immortality. With it she could not be killed. Astrid refused to be immortal saying that it takes the challenge and fun of fighting away. The two Gods understood and instead gave her partial immortality. So long as she held their favor, she could not be killed by illness and she would not age. However, a blade could kill her as it would any mortal. After this Tryne gave her one of his Spears, which cannot be broken and can morph into any weapon she needs.

Terrain Preference:On a large Island to the North of the Mainland where it is cold, their they shall be in the tundras, the snowy planes, the frost stricken woodlands, and the ice topped mountains.
Name of Kingdom/Empire: The Frozen Norths
Capital: Moljinor
Major Cities: Asgard, Spardinor, and Ugnferth
The people of Frozen Norths, otherwise known as the Frost Born, Northsmen/women, and sometimes even Danes, are a feared and violent people. They do not take fancy to strangers or foreigners peeping about their lands and generally have a strike first, axe questions as your bleeding out policy. This has made them disliked by the continent as a whole. Their corner of the world is separated from the rest of the mainland by the sea is too vast to walk across when it's frozen. Despite the civil war, the clans of the Frostborn come together every few years to Raid their southern neighbors, claiming their riches, their food, and their women as their own. Their main Gods of worship are Asger and Tryne however they do worship others but with their own cultural twist.
The Frozen North is split up by 4 major clans who are backed by smaller clans. We have Shatter-Shield, who own Moljinor. Storm-cloak, who have taken Asgard. Bear Claw who claim Ugnferth, and lastly Wolfang who rally in Spardinor.

The clans are split up as follows.

King: This title is self explanatory and will not be used in the current era. Its implementation will be considered as the time line evolves.

Jarl: Fully independent lordship, some hold lands by right of inheritance, others ruthlessly fight their way to power. Jarls are distinguished by their wealth, measured in terms of followers, treasure, ships, and estates. The eldest son of the Jarl is on the fast track to becoming the next Jarl. But, by gaining enough fame and wealth, a Herse can become a Jarl. The power of a Jarl depends upon the goodwill of his supporters. The Jarl's essential tasks are to uphold the security, prosperity, and honour of his followers. A Jarl is second only to the King. This rank is one that occupies both social and military rank structure.

Herse: Regional chieftains, answerable to a Jarl or the King. These leading men are normally the fiercest warriors, taking pride of place within the centre of shield wall. A Herse will have many men in their employ, including both free and unfree men. They will have at least one ship complete with crew and can be responsible for a fleet of ships, engaging the services of Huskarls (ship masters). This rank is one that occupies both social and military rank structure.

Skald: These composed and recited poetry and told the oral history of their people. They were often employed by lords to create poems about their great deeds and battles they have won. Because of both of these things they were considered very important and lords were judged by how many they had in their employ.

Kaupmaðr: This means 'trader'. Appointment of this rank will bestow responsibilities which include handling or overseeing of all external and internal trade transactions, complete control of stock and availability and also requests to appropriate craftsman to maintain said stock levels, etc. There will only be one Kaupmaðr per Jarl/Herse.

Ráðningar: Ráðningar are chosen by their superiors to handle the introduction of new warriors into an established war-band. Not all warriors within a war-band would be born of servitude to the same master. Many a "northman" would seek their fortunate alone, looking for the most profitable war-leaders to bolster their own purses and reputation. Ráðningar are vital to the assessment of like minded warriors to create the ultimate shield wall, without them cohesion is far from assured.

Frimager: This rank is a very expansive description of craftsman. The individual titles associated with particular crafts would be too elaborate to mention singularly here. Once these ranks are achieved the appropriate title will be accorded the craftsman.

Karl: Truly free land holding farmers. This rank is very broad, ranging from impoverished peasants to men of wealth and local authority. Whilst they can be sailors, hunters, traders or raiders they are still fundamentally farmers. Although in theory a Karl had a farm of his own, in practice most young men had to live with their parents, or farm the lands of a larger landholder. Such men still retained their status.

Thrall: Lowest in the social order are the Thralls or slaves. Whilst the main recruiting grounds for slaves are war, piracy and trade, their number also can include those born into slavery and various criminals. A man who fails to discharge his debts can become the slave of his creditor until he redeems the debt. Thralls have few rights and can hold no land, so instead of being fined for lawbreaking they can be beaten, maimed or even killed.

The Military of the Frozen Norths tends to revolve around the Navy as they generally sail to their foes in order to kill them. (despite the civil war they do not refer to one another as enemies.)

King: As above.

Jarl: As above.

Herse: As above.

Merkismathr: The Merkismathr is a rank of renown and rarity within the military structure. Basically a standard bearer, an honoured position since many Viking standards were said to have magical properties, or champion of a Lord. Normally only one of such rank would be seen per Jarl.

Huskarl: Veteran warriors who have been granted the right to own a ship. Whether the ship is crewed by his own men or those of his lord, a Huskarl's word upon his ship is final. A rank of great standing due to the affiliation of boat ownership. Huskarlar are also referred to as ship masters, having exceptional navigational skills, relying only on the sun and stars to guide them across uncharted seas.

Thegn: Older or veteran warriors of a boats crew. Thegn's are seasoned soldiers, participants of multiple expeditions and shield walls. They are fierce men, brought up learning martial skills, surviving the brutalities faced by a war like people. Their greatest beliefs consist of views that claim you must stand toe to toe in a shield wall at least once and also ridden the storm, after these trials you could be known as a sword Dane.

Dreng: Young warrior. This is the most common title found amongst a boats crew. Dreng's would be in service to any who offered them security, prosperity and mead! A Dreng shows equanimity in the face of danger, not because of insensitivity or stupidity, but because the danger and the possible risk to life and limb are unimportant compared to the need to maintain self-respect and the respect of the community. There is a practical side to such imperturbability, because not only is it unmanly to show concern or fear in the face of danger, but also useless.

So begins...

Asger and Tryne's Story


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Cali and Luman

“There is a shift in energy manifesting.” Luman said as he stroked his chin, two golden eyes focused on checkered board in front of him. He reached out, moving his the white form of one of his knights several spaces forward. “Yes, I’m very away, my love.” Cali said as she cornered her husband’s ivory king with a dark queen. “It’s a emptiness unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.” She looked up from the board, amusement flickering in her ebony colored eyes. “I believe I won this game.” Luman chuckled, running his fingers through his hair as leaned back in his throne. “I believe so, my dear. Your cleverness knows no bounds.” The Lady of Shadows smirked, rising from her obsidian seat and walking about the chessboard. She sat in her husband’s lap, draping her legs over his throne’s armrest. “Now,” she started. “We must prepare for this coming change, whatever it is. Regardless of whether it’s dark or light, something with this much energy is bound to knock everything out of balance.”

Luman nodded. “I know, that’s what I’m worried about. We’ve all come to such a good place. The nations are healthy, the Treaty goes unthreatened, and for a while, I thought we’d have actual harmony.” “Well, you know what they say.” Cali said. “A God’s work is never finished.” Luman smiled weakly and leaned over, kissing the goddess on her nose. “Why must you always be so insightful?” “It’s a blessing and a curse, to be quite frank.” Ebony smirked as she got up, her leathery wings lifting her several inches off the ground. “We should spread the word among the gods.” Luman nodded, standing up and walking over to the nearest window. A ball of light formed in his hand and he brought it to his lips. “Go give word to our brothers.” And it flew off into the realms of the other gods, where it would give the same message.

“Something is coming. Be prepared.”

Dolus Magnus

The crown was heavy on Dolus’ head. It’s golden halo and sparkling jewels filled the white of his hair with colored light. The tips of his elongated ears rubbed against the crown’s rim, causing their pointed ends to slightly redden with irritation. As the bastard prince looked into the mirror, he couldn’t bring himself to smile. The crown wasn’t meant to be worn by someone who looked like him. The dull silver in his eyes deepened with the slight pang of sadness he felt. He starred in the mirror for several moments, a look of concentration on his face, before his appearance began to subtly ripple and change.

The marks on his skin faded, his hair turned a warm brown, and his ears shortened and rounded out, not leaving a hint of their barbs. The sad metallics of his eyes filled with a sharp amber and for a moment, Dolus flickered with genuine satisfaction. This is what the people wanted. “Dolus? Are you ready?” Orion walked in, a mixture of sadness and anger covering his face when he saw his prince. “You aren’t trying this again.” A smile formed on Dolus’ lips as he turned around. It was mostly sincere, which became progressively more difficult for the prince as he coronation closened. “Oh, hush. This is a good idea. The people will be much more comfortable if I look like this.” Dolus gestured to his face. Orion rolled his eyes and shook his head. “They’ll love you. They’ll love you without your tricks and spells. Just as I do.” Dolus let out a laugh. “Many late nights have proven that you’re a big fan of my ‘tricks.’” A smile cracked on the bodyguard’s face.

A moment of silence passed between them. “Well,” Orion started. “We should be on our way. You have to discuss plans for the Harvest Festival.” He paused before continuing. “And, at the end of the day, it’s your coronation. It’s your decision how the Empire sees you. You’re the Emperor, so I won’t tell you how to live your life.” Dolus shook his head, the color draining from his hair and the marks slowly rising back onto his skin. “I’m not the Emperor yet. Let’s not get too dramatic.” He walked toward his guard and placed a hand on his cheek, the other man’s stubble pricking him slightly. “Thank you, Orion.” “It’s my pleasure, Prince Dolus.” The future emperor smiled. “Let’s not delay then. I feel like this festival will be a grand time, don’t you?” They began walking. “If you have a hand in it, this festival will be like none that anyone has ever seen before.”


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The Goddess watched from on high, smiling. A cup of mead in her hand as she observed from her throne in Valhalla. Whilst the rest of the world wasted it's time at peace, the Frozen Norths enjoyed a civil war. It was her favorite past time, though of course not what she wanted for the Frostborn, it still amused her very much to see them battle. She drank the mead leaned in to watch a dual. Jarl Wilhelm of the Bearclaw had cut a path straight to Jarl Belgruf of the Shattersheild and now the two were engaged in heated battle to the death. Both were seasoned veterans and proud Danes, it should be a lengthy duel worthy of her attention but her ears caught sound of something else, a message.

" Something is coming.Be prepared.".

She laughed loudly, the mead spilling on the floor. When she finished she rested her head on her hand. "I already am, fools.They think I've been sitting her doing nothing all these years? Am I not the Goddess of War?". Asger jokingly said to herself. She went back to the battle at hand, clapping her hands for more mead. "I guess I should end this pety squabble of a civil war, if it makes my fellow Gods feel safe knowing that I am "prepared.".

With that Asger expanded her arm forward and with motion, swiped before her away. Now before here was an expanse of open ocean. "What is that girl up to?". The Goddess of War asked herself and leaned in to get a better view, a servant bringing her more mead as she did this.

Astrid of the Shattershield

The city of Atlantae was in sight, the Huskarlars of the four boats gave the word for the horns to be sounded, to warn the people of their arrival. The Thegns shouted things in old Northsmen, a language forgotten to all but the Frostborn, and the Drengs rushed to execute their orders. Along with the Huskarls were the Merkismathrs, men and women of great skill and renown in battle. Each ship had atleast two of these champions onboard, each one distinquished by the animal pelt they were or the trophy they had (and trophies varied from simple things like a ring of a rival Merkismathr's corpse to his weapon to his severed head hooked to their belt). However regardless of how decorated these men and women were and all their years of experience, there was one amongst them that stood out.

She was as tall as the men and though she was indeed beautiful, her stance was intimidating. Her eyes were like two hawks, observing the crew for flaw, for weakness, and she found it, she pounced. Her commanding voice was like the barking of the Norths Wolf. It put the fear of the Gods in them. The Huskarlar, being a smart man, could only support her and chewed out his men for not meeting her standards. Her shield was scarred from battle, her warpaint was fresh, and the spear in her hand seemed to be yearning for blood. They knew her by many names for despite her youth she had done many things but the title she had earned most recently was Avatar of Asger and Tryne. This woman was Astrid, Daughter of Jarl Belgruf, and it was she who led these men and women to Atlantae.

When the four ships came close enough to begun noticing the features of the city, they all stood in awe. Their walls were like mountains. When they pulled into the harbor, the Avuvian warships casted shadows over their long boats. It was no wonder taht the mighty Frostborn respected the Avuvians, and heralded them as equals. Astrid stood at the bow and took in the sights, her sword and shield still gripped in her hands. It was a city untouched by war, unlike the cities of the Frostborn, and beautiful. "My people once swore to burn this city to the ground. Yet here it is still, flourishing and untouched, and here we are coming to it not to fulfill our promise but to go against it. We may near mock the Ancestors by doing this. Yet here we are...are the Avuvians that mighty of a foe father?".

In the absence of her father, the wind responded for him and blew gently against her face. "Sound the horns again," she called over her shoulder. "Tell the men to prepare to dock and shore leave. I shall see for myself if these Avuvians are worth our hospitality or the sharp end of our spears.".


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There were some among the Archaic Gods that said that the god of the seas would not be able to abide with peace for long. To be fair to them, he hadn't exactly behaved as a peaceful or tranquil deity and he still did not as many a sailor or mariner could attest. Nonetheless, since the war's end, Ulmo had been content to pursue his own interests without provoking his fellow deities. He found that he had enjoyed teaching mortals about the sea and he had laughed with delight when he saw the humans' first boat centuries ago. And he grew proud of the humans who chose him for their patron deity, gifting his Avatars with near-immortality and creating a paradise for them in the afterlife. A few even understood the sea. It simply was. It was dangerous, untamed, as was he and mortalkind, oddly enough. He approved.

At the moment, he stood on the pearly white beaches of the Isles of the Blessed even as a ball of light appeared. He recognized it as a creation of Luman's. He had respected the elder deity even as he roared in rebellion, demanding his rightful freedom.

“Something is coming. Be prepared.”

The sea god raised an eyebrow at this.

"Interesting... What will you do, young Caspian? Before, I could guide you, but now, something new is coming. Something, I feel, that neither of us have seen before."


Atalantae's docks and markets were bustling with crowds and goods as it nearly always was. It was said in the city that as long as good and people flowed through the docks and marketplaces, the city was alive. Caspian had long since grown used to the smell of spices in the air and the sun shining on its great white walls, looking as though the gods themselves had chiseled them, but that never stopped him from marveling at is size, the sheer life emanating from the city as the wind blew the smell of the sea and spices down the streets and crowd thrummed with a thousand voices bartering over the price of goods or the mariners. Today, he stood at the docks and he smiled as he saw a convoy of longboats edge into view. He admired the longboats. The craftsmanship was clearly the equal of Avuvian shipcraft despite their small size. He knew from experience that they could easily navigate rivers and lakes inland, giving their raiders the ability to strike deeper into enemy territory than one might expect.

The Akros Ekklesia had been in an uproar when he had proposed that they host a delegation from the Shattershield clan. Their peoples had a checkered past and currently, the Frostborn were warring over who among them should become the new king. Could they be trusted? Would this be seen as the Avuvians taking a position in a local civil war? In the end, Caspian's will had prevailed over those of the Ekklesia. Trade and diplomacy were important if trade routes to the North were to be maintained. Besides, he was curious about the new Avatar of the war gods. He could not suspend trade, however.

Beside him stood Themis, the Confederation's Chief Diplomat, the Sýmvoulos , and the rest of the Ekklesia who had deigned to attend along with a few military and naval officers and important merchants. Behind them, the guards were clearing a path in the streets to allow the Frostborn delegation to accompany them to the upper levels of the city. As the boats neared, heralds blew a response in their own horns.

"Your curiosity has led you to take a risk," Themis whispered. Caspian frowned but was relieved as she continued, "But I sense no deception in them."

"Interesting... What will you do, young Caspian? Before, I could guide you, but now, something new is coming. Something, I feel, that neither of us have seen before."

"Well, that is helpful," Caspian thought sarcastically even as he stood to receive the Avatar of Asger and Tryne, his long gold hair and armor glinting in the sun. He hated it when Ulmo was vague.


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 Through every forest, desert, tundra, mountain, and in the depths of every ocean Tryne wandered. The frontiers that man found dangerous, he took his daily strolls here as if they were but public park. For he was the Bear, the Desert Lion, The Snow Wolf , the Kraken, that prowled in those areas. He was the very things that man considered powerful, fearsome, deadly and he was ambition, he was potential. The lesser God of Conquest walked through these places in the mortal realm in search for a hunter, a wanderer, a traveler, an adventurer, anyone he happened to cross paths with in order to test their mettle. It was at this same time, whilst he was a mighty Bear wandering the edges of his territory in the forests of the Dyrads, that he recieved the warning.

"Something is coming. Be prepared.".

The God of Conquest took a moment, standing up straight on his hind legs and took several breathes, sniffing the air, trying to catch a scent. There were various scents none of particular interest to him and that brought up the question, "what was coming...that a God would be concerned and warn his kin?".

 He fell forward to all forward and ran back to his den and continued to ponder, go wonder. It made him excited. What was the threat? Was it something physical, spiritual, or was this something beyond them...something that they could not foresee? How would they overcome it and more importantly could they? At that moment after asking himself that final question he thought to the mortals..."could they over come it?".

Tryne was confident in the mortals, he had seen them combat things infinitely greater than them, and win. He had seen them build things that were massive, but they were erected and they have stood against the test of time to this day. It was amazing how far they had come, how much they had conquered. It often times made him ask himself.

"Are they not Gods with all that they have done, can do, and will accomolish?".

 A question that he nor no one could truly answer now but one day he hoped to know, to witness it for himself. The Bear ran into his den and the Tundra Hawk took to the sky. He flew over the mountains and dived down to an altitude where he could see the battle beneath, The army of Shattershield returning from battle, the army of Bearclaw routing. He flew further to the northern peaks and saw Stormcloak preparing for the upcoming raids and then he went to the Eastern coast and saw Wolfang, boarding the ships of merchants and traders, taking their valuables and goods, their men to be slaves, and their women for their entertainment.

It was a land divided, a family against itself. And a house against itself could not stand but Tryne had confidence in the one that his sister and himself had chosen to meet this challenge. And with that he turned to the West and flew out to Atalantae where he would spectate, and provide guidance (if she proved worthy).


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Astrid Shatter-Shield

Many men and women got off the ships, only a small detail remained on each ship to ensure that they were not tampered with whilst everyone was gone. However out of all those who walked off the longboats, only a chosen few were to stay with Astrid. As was customary they all got off their respective boats by order of least in rank to highest. The Merkismathrs were the first to stand before the Avuvian delegation, then after them came the Huskarls or captains of the ships. After them came the Jarl's Kaupmaðr and about 3 Skalds. Lastly the two Herse's beneath Astrid's father walked into the fray and of course after them came Astrid.

The young Northswoman was curious, and wasted no time in making her way to the front of the group, her lessers making an opening after some had been shoved aside. When at the front she took a few steps forward and then examined the Avuvians before her. They were...different. Those in the military wore uniforms which gave them an aurora of importance and discipline, while the politicians of the group were without a doubt wealthy and well cared for. They were men and women of refine, who lived comfortably in their homes with their luxuries. Meanwhile the Frostborn seemed to have been painted with the same stroke of the brush, they were all wearing leather or fur, no metal save for their shields and even them most had shields made of animal hides. The men seemed to prefer not to cut their hair at all and thick but somewhat attended facial hair was the norm for them. The women were not too different from the men, save of course for the facial hair. They seemed more inclined to getting tattoos and other markings on their faces and bodies then the men but the resemblance was there. Being from a land where everyone must fight, they displayed this well but despite their similarities to one another Astrid stood out.

Surpassing all the women in height, and some of the men, was Astrid, still coming up with her own opinions of the Avuvians. She was young and fit, the leather and furs that made up her clothing hide her body from all, and she was beautiful. However she was not the kind of beauty that the Avuvians were accustomed to seeing. Her hair was brushed but unkept for the most part, left in braids to ease management, her skin was not made moist from bathing in exotic oils from distant lands, and her lips were not painted. She did not walk holding her child in one hand and her husband's coinpurse in the other. Her stance was not passive but dominant and the look on her face was that a woman who was convinced that she could kill you if she wanted but choose not to. Out of all those aged and rugged Danes before the Avuvian delegation, the youngest of them, was the one who appeared like they belonged in command and they were.

" You must be Caspain...". She spoke, her voice loud enough for all to hear and clear. One of the Champions behind her stepped forward and handed her an Axe which Astrid inspected before offering it to Caspain. " I am Astrid, Daughter of Jarl Belgruf. Avatar of Asger and Tryne. King Asmund used this Axe to slay the pirates that plagued both our waters. I offer it to you as a reminder of the friendship our people shared once, and the friendship we seek to restore here.".


She was beautiful, Caspian noted, beautiful in a way which differed from the women he knew among his own people. Her voice came out clear and strong despite the murmuring if his delegation and he was handed a familiar axe.

"I know it. You honour me with its possession," he noted. He handled it, standing before her in bright armor. His hair was long, but his face was clean-shaven after the manner of his own people.

He entrusted the axe to a guard captain and clasped her forearm.

"Come, Atalantae is at your service, Lady Astrid. Let it never be said that our hospitality was wanting. Tonight, we will hold a feast in your honour."

Astrid Shatter-Shield

Now the sight of a clean shaven face was not alien to Astrid. She had seen many when she embarked on the yearly raids amongst those unfortunate enough to have become a target and amongst her own people, all the children had clean faces. It was the first time that she had thought a man with a clean shaven face was attractive but this she kept to herself, there was a time for such thoughts and it was surely not now. This feast came as a pleasant, although inconvenient surprise. Such an event was something, she felt, all of the men deserved to enjoy, and she had just sent the majority of them on shore leave. At the same time, her father had voluntold her to yet another task of political intrigue in the mainland. Jarl Belgruf had dispatched messengers about two weeks ago, saying that Astrid would host a summit of sorts to discuss trade with the Shattershield clan to gain an advantage over the others and of course, see how far the tale of their civil war had spread. It was a matter most urgent and she was to attend to it immediately after this meeting, ensuring that all arrangements were made in due time. This courtesy that the Avatar of Ulmo did her would surely cost her some much needed time.

Annoyed by this, Astrid looked over her shoulder and in Norse, ordered the Houseskarlars to sally forth into the City and muster all of their men. She then turned to Caspain, eyed his delegation, who continued to whisper and murmur to one another as this all went on (something she thought was very rude), and answered him. "How generous of you. I will need some time to gather my men for this occasion and surely you will need to show these individuals behind me to their quarters. In the mean time why don't you show me your city and it's people. The only time I have met you Avuvians is when you stand at the receiving end of my spear."


"Of course, there are many sights I would love to show you. Why don't you accompany me to the shipyards. They are quite a sight," Caspian offered.

Astrid Shatter-Shield

In response to his offer, Astrid took a step forward towards him and from among the group one of the Merkimathrs moved to her. Astrid shook her head and motioned with her hand to stay with the group, something that obviously did not set well with her. The daughter of Jarl Belgruf went onward and moved past Caspian, as if to lead the way but then halted and looked over her shoulder to the Avatar of Ulmo. "It's hard to follow someone who isn't leading."


Caspian laughed at her words, "Then come and see."

Ignoring the muffled protests of the other noble gentlemen and ladies of Atalantae, Caspian led her down the docks. He breathed in the salt air, the smell of home happily. Around them, sailors and merchants moved, embarking and disembarking on to ships with goods from the four corners of the world. The air smelled of spices and incense, two particular luxury items that had recently started to be grown in Gela and Icharus. A merchant passed with a baskefull of freshly caught fish. Caspian grinned.

"You should not worry about arriving late to your meeting. I wouldn't have permitted the feast if it would delay you. I plan on attending myself. Our magi, myself included, can summon winds for a period of time with myself lasting the longest... And of course, among the navy, that phrase turns into a double entendre."

They arrived at the shipyard. Cranes moved piles of lumber into place as a scores of nailed pieces of wood together, all under the supervision of various architects. The ships ranged from small fishing dingys to large war ships armed with multiple ballistae. He grinned.

"Our greatest treasures."


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The next job the Scarlets took was one of a more personal type from...well.. Rinen himself. This was a solo job for him, something hed been meaning to do for a long time to settle a bet with an old Dane.

He had arrived in the Avuvian port city renown for its ship yards, the actual name had escaped him as he had not been there for a long time. His mission was to, well first meet the child of the great juarl Shatter-shield and send her his condolences about her father, (he was dead, at least to Rinen knowledge), as well as drop off a letter explaining to the young shatter-shield who this strange gypsy was, and that he would, as requested by a bet made by her father, steal something from her in the time she was there. Of course it wouldn't tell her about him and her father fighting in a few battles and them being old friends. It also wouldn't tell her that he was in fact the avatar to the god Norack, or that he was a vary...powerful...pyromancer.

He had set up at a spot just west of the docks were Astrid and the king had met and had fallowed them, at range, as they left towards the shipyards.


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Norack stood and so did the dragon at his side. He had to visit an old friend in a land far away. He looked at Luna and the black dragon grew in size until she was roughly 35 feet long and 20 feet tall. He swung on to her neck and grabbed set of horns that grew out of the rear of Luna's head and she lifted off. She gained speed and altitude until she was going past the boarder of his realm and into another realm and slipped in to his destination, Valhalla.

The dragon landed with a loud thud and she lowered her neck for Norack to dismounted. When he did, the black dragon grew smaller and smaller until she was the size of a large wolf and walked beside him as he entered the great hall, the large doors opening rather loudly. The room went silent as the god of nomads and dragons, the eldest of the young gods, walked past them, an aura of power surrounded him, making many of the fallen warriors either bow, or tip there assorted hats in his direction. As he strode up to the goddess of war, he smiled slightly and addressed her "Hello, fare goddess, I do believe our avatars are about to interact, and though my foresight is not as powerful as most, I can see them together for a quest or two." at this moment, a small ice golem had been teasing Luna with a turkey leg and when the poor fool hadn't given her the leg, she let loose a burst of flame and melted the golem, catching the turkey leg in the air as it fell and gobbling it up