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God of the Sea

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a character in “The Gods of Pandeum”, as played by almostinsane



God Name:

God of the Sea


Predominantly Male

Lawful Neutral

God Appearance:
Ulmo typically takes the form of a divine figure at the peak of strength and beauty. He is a towering figure that reaches 7"1 and has a perfectly sculpted body, as though the waves themselves formed him from the side of a cliff. His long black hair reaches behind his back, glowing silver or blue as the rest of his body does. When he sweeps into the room, the smell of salt air follows him, calling to mind the sea. Casually, he dresses in long robes of varying shades of blue, black, green, silver, and white to represent the different colors of the sea, but in battle, he sports white and blue armor which shimmers a silverly light. Wherever he goes, however, he holds his trident, his weapon of choice and the symbol of his authority. In addition to this form, Ulmo may take the form of a youth, older man, and a sea creature, both mundane and legendary.

As one of the oldest Young Gods, Ulmo came into this world as the manifestation of Pandeum's oceans. From this comes a fierce pride and a turbulent personality. He is untamed and unbowed and it should come to no surprise that he quickly rebelled against the Archaic Gods in the face of what he declared to be thralldom. He became one of the leaders of the Great Rebellion. Battle after battle was filled with the tumult of the sea and ecstatic laughter or howls of rage as sea storms erupted to signal his presence. As befitting his station, Ulmo was more like a force of nature than a single being.

However, it would be wrong to suggest that Ulmo is a chaotic or inherently violent being. As soon as he was satisfied that his freedom and sovereignty would be respected, he supported the Divine Treaty. Since then, he has maintained at the very least respectful relations with his fellow deities. Ulmo's moods change like that of the sea. Sometimes he is in a calm, contemplative mood. At other times, he is playful full of mirth. At other times, however, he is dangerous as he feels the fierce excitement of the sea in a storm or wrathful when he is offended. Throughout all this, however, Ulmo has a personal code or law that he sets for himself and his followers. He is friendly and benevolent to those who give himself and the Sea what he deems to be proper respect but can become annoyed or wrathful at disrespect or injury. At times, he will come to the assistance to mariners who behave with proper piety and valour or will curse mortals who have committed high crimes against his domain or the gods.

Like many gods, Ulmo has a great attachment to his followers and desires them to live well and be prosperous. The Sea will always be on their side in war and is prepared to smite those who would harm his followers or the creatures of the sea without reason or provocation. Ulmo

Opinion of mortals: "We long for beings like ourselves. Mortals are like us and yet they are very different. As long as they honor the Sea, they will find an ally in me, but lo to those who would make me their enemy."

God’s Domain: The Isles of the Blessed
Upon entering Ulmo's domain, it seems to be a dismal place. At first, it appears to be an endless ocean with mist as far as the eye can see. When there isn't mist, great storms toss and churn the waters as though the waves themselves were eager to bring you down into their depths. This is purely the realm's defenses to keep out hostile gods or to redirect mortals that stumble upon it by accident. Further in, you find a calm ocean with crystal blue waters, vast coral reefs, and a chain of tropical islands with every kind of fruit and pleasant vegetation anyone can imagine. Upon the islands themselves live the deceased followers of Ulmo in great cities made of white stone and marble along with majestic boats and ships of all sizes. Just beneath the sea lie many a benign sea creature from great Sea Serpents to cheerful Mermaids.

Avatar Name: Caspian
Avatar Appearance: Image
Personality:Caspian is a solemn and kind soul. He takes his duties as the Avatar very seriously and does not intend to let disaster catch him by surprise. He is a relatively peaceful person, but is stern when dealing with his enemies. He will not be cruel to, say, a child that steals to survive, but he will mix mercy with justice with the goal of protecting his people from destruction or corruption. He cares for his people as much as if not more than Ulmo himself does and would be willing to die for them if necessary.
Magic Abilities: Besides the swordsmanship skills he has had several lifetimes to practice, Sebastian is a skilled sorcerer, specializing in Sea Magic. He can control waves, conjure up winds, form whirlpools, and even call upon a storm, though the latter leaves him exhausted. As an Avatar, he is amongst the most powerful beings in the mortal world and, as an immortal, his strength, power, and tactics improve with age.

((May add more heroes in the future))

Hero(es): Captain Aristo Grey
Rank/Reason: Aristo is a skilled Sea Captain and entrepreneur. He knows how to inspire and rally his men and sail through even the most dangerous storms. He is, perhaps, one of the most skilled swordsman on the Seas and combines luck, audacity, and skill with his education at the Academy of Icharus.
Personality: A charming Sea Captain, Captain Aristo Grey is a smooth talker, ladies' man, and professional treasure hunter. Some say he is foolhardy, others a genius, and still others, mad and perhaps he is all those things and more. Regardless, Aristo Grey walks a dangerous line in his line of work, sailing where many would dare not. He honors both Ulmo and Mask simultaneously and isn't afraid to simply take what does not belong to him. Half-pirate, half-merchant, Captain Aristo Grey is both dangerous and unpredictable.

Hero(es): Alexius Medes
Rank/Reason: An inventor of high repute; has studied both at the Academy of Icharus and among other inventors from around the world
Personality: Boastful and slightly arrogant, Alexius is the premiere inventor and technological expert within the Avuvian Confederation. His inventions are typically that of ancient inventions in Ancient Rome and Greece in our world. He is known to work with the fervor and be in contact with other inventors within the known world. Otherwise, he works within his own workshop in the Academy of Icharus.

Hero(es): Admiral Leah Porter
Rank/Reason: Admiral of the Avuvian Fleet, Leah Porter is a strategic and naval genius whose very name is known to cause pirates to shake with superstitious fear and anger.
Personality: An outsider and member of an unknown feline-like race, Admiral Leah Porter is a fierce and intelligent young lady. She is the first to show you that she is not just a pretty face with a tongue as sharp as her blade. Fiercely loyal and courageous, Leah feels most at home in Junta and has utter disdain for corruption and those who prey upon the weak. In addition, she seems to hide a dark secret from her past.

Hero(es): Themis Agape
Rank/Reason: A distinguished diplomat and powerful magi, no one can deceive her as long as she doesn't want to be deceived. She is also a skilled swordswoman and sorcerer.
Personality: Kind and patient, Themis sees the good in all people, even if it's just a tiny spark. Themis can weather boring trade agreements and negotiations with ease and is well-versed in every type of trickery, not that she needs it. A gifted mage, she sacrificed her sight to be able to literally "see" the very essence and intentions. Themis does not use this ability to pry, however. Rather than snooping, she prefers to enjoy the beauty of life in her home city, Icharus.

Hero(es): Helena Priam
Rank/Reason: Procurator of Gela
Personality: Beautiful, seductive, charming, learned, cunning. These are all words associated with the Procurator/Governess of Gela. Unlike other city-states, the proud city of Gela elects an executive authority independent of the Ekklesia and gives the office of Procurator enormous power. For the last decade, Helena Priam has held office and managed the people and Ekklesia alike with clever ploys hidden beneath a sweet smile. Though she has captured the heart of hundreds of men, Helena remains unmarried and her own person. Proud and unyielding, she values the traditions of Gela and its notion of Avuvian dominance.

Terrain Preference: Seacoasts and Islands

Name of Kingdom/Empire: Avuvian Confederation
Capital: Atalantae- large metropolis; Center of the Sea Trade; located in the center of Avuvian territory; contains a natural harbors and is nearby a mountain rich in stone excellent for building structures; has farmland outside the walls:
Major Cities:
Icharus- medium-sized city; known for art, beauty, and technological progress; home of the Academy of Icharus; contains much farmland outside the city walls:

Gela -home of the finest silks and entertainment; contains large theatres, amphitheaters for chariot and horse races, and a Coliseum; death matches are "officially" outlawed; has a beautiful countryside outside its walls and bountiful farmland; Northernmost city and the most cultured:

Jukta- home of much of the Avuvian navy; has many shipyards and situated near a large forest; northernmost city:

The Avuvians are organized in, at the moment, four distinct city-states bound together in a firm league of friendship. Each city-state is ruled by an Ekklesia or Council consisting of twelve members with three-year terms, who is elected from among the the Councilors themselves. In addition to its own Ekklesia, however, Atalantae hosts the Akros Ekklesia with four members, one from each city-state, who serve for four years in addition to non-voting representatives from the colonies. This Ekklesia is headed by a Sýmvoulos or Head Councilor who is either appointed by the Avatar or elected by the Akros Ekklesia with both the Councilors and Colony Representatives participating under and equal vote. In addition, each city has its own court system for enforcing the law and trying criminals in their courts with a Central Court in Atalantae for matters that concern the people as a whole or when there is a conflict of interest within the local courts. The Central Court has 12 members that serve until death or resignation. If there is a tie in the Central Court, the Avatar casts the deciding vote. In addition to this, the Avatar is in control of the military and naval forces, may overrule any Council, holds the position of the Head of State and Chief Diplomat, and may pass a law of his own volition unless it is vetoed by three of the four Avuvian Council members or challenged by the Central Court. This power, for all intents and purposes, allows the Avatar to act as a king, but the Avatar rarely does so. However, the Avatar's word holds great weight and his advise is often considered if not implemented when he chooses to speak.

Voting is considered a privilege with aristocrats or rich merchants most often achieving political power. A certain amount of money or land as well as citizenship is required for voting rights.

With the firm belief that their civilization is the greatest human civilization that ever was, the Avuvians as a whole are a proud and noble people. At their best, they are humble but assertive traders, mariners, and warriors that strive for what is right and honorable. At their worst, they can be domineering and greedy with superiority complexes, seeing other peoples as little more than unenlightened barbarians. All Avuvians revere the Sea and their patron deity, Ulmo. Thus, even the worst sort of Avuvian knows to pay the Sea God proper respect or lose his favor. They do worship other gods, but Ulmo remains their patron They also regard dumping of waste into the Sea when it can be prevented as an unspeakable carelessness. Their cities usually have high walls of white stone and great harbors. Their navy is the best in the known world crewed by valiant sailors and defended by disciplined mariners who most often fight in a strong phalanx/shield wall formation. Although the Avuvians can all be describes as thus, certain cities are famous for certain types of people.

Atalantae- Although all Avuvian cities are hubs for trade and commerce, Atalantae is the largest and by the far the most famous cities for trade in the known world. Here, goods from the hottest desert in the East are sold alongside strange robes worn in the West. The smell of smoked fish and exotic spices and perfumes combined with a huge crowd of different races, creeds, and languages can easily dizzy a newcomer until he is lost in this labyrinth of stone. Merchant and Naval ships abound in its natural harbor. Atalantae also ships much of the stone needed for construction in the other Avuvian city-states and their colonies.

Icharus- Famous for its Academy, Icharus is seen as a center of Avuvian learning, technological breakthroughs and new inventions. Icharus is known be home to engineers, philosophers, and scholars with a cheerful work ethic and natural curiosity about the world. Unlike more competitive environments, these engineers and scholars are not driven by fierce competition. On the contrary, academics are usually quite friendly to one another and can discuss levers and pulleys for hours with one another. The technologies produced here are comparable to the best technologies other nations have to offer. The Academy does not just produce worldly scholars and engineers, however. The studies of Philosophy and Magic at the Academy of Icharus are quite popular and debates are well-known to echo through its halls.

Gela- Where Icharus is renowned for the study of Avuvian knowledge, lore, and philosophy, Gela is one of the most extravagant of all Avuvian cities. There is nothing within the civilized world that cannot be brought at Gela. Its Coliseum can seat over two thirds of the entire city as well as foreign dignitaries, exotic wildlife, guards, criminals, and gladiators. Gela is the only Avuvian city to allow Trial by Combat. The people in Gela are known to be the most proud of the Avuvians and consider Gela to be the center of the civilized world. Gela's laws can also be a bit more lax than other Avuvian cities' laws and smuggling is less frowned upon. Gela is also less democratic than other city-states. Power rests mostly in the city's Procurator or Governor with nobility eying the office covetously.

Jukta- Jukta is known as the producer of the finest ships in the known world and the stereotype of a proud but noble Avuvian. A stately Avuvian city near a vast forest, the shipyards of Jukta are vast and produce many of the ships in the Avuvian navy. Juktans are known to value the rule of law highly and each person takes their person duty seriously. Corruption is the lowest here of all the Avuvian city-states and one would be a fool to try to breach its defenses which consist of high walls and a well-defended harbor. Many people in this city volunteer for the city guard, Avuvian Army, or the great Avuvian Navy. Juktans get along the least with their Gelan countrymen and their representative on the Akros Ekklesia is known to take the opposite side of the Gelan Councilor.


The Avuvian Confederation has, perhaps, the strongest economy in the known world. Its cities placed upon a strategic place upon the continent and its colonies upon many islands near or on trade routes, the Confederation thrives on trade. Most trade routes by Sea are used by Avuvians and protected by their navy as well. Their markets are some of the most varied in the known world. The Avuvians are known to export art such as sculptures, paintings, and tapestries, as well as marble, stone, finished goods like weapons, hand-cranked technology, furniture, and, of course, the best boats and ships in existence. Some of their best products are maps and atlases of the Sea and the lands accessible through it, some islands only known to the Avuvians themselves. If a captain is to sail into dangerous or unfamiliar waters, then his or her best bet would be to use an Avuvian map.

Gold and silver often changes hands in the busy markets in the Avuvian Confederation. Thus currencies that are known to be reliable are accepted, but foreign traders should note that smuggling and illicit goods are strictly forbidden.


So begins...

Ulmo'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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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.