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    Month of the Sparrow, Blót-mónaþ, Year of the Lion

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    I have travelled to the South, Stygia, to participate in the upcoming Coronation Feast in Amazonia.

    Already when the ship approached the habour the smell of corruption and decay assaulted my nose. Memories of heartbreak and sorrow assaulted my heart. Memories, who would want them?

    I checked in at the Serpent, expecting whores revealing flesh by the acre to be abundant. According to Cirene the current "Orgython Cycle", as she has aptly named that trend, is at its peak.
    To my pleasant surprise I found good company instead. Chenza, Regent of the Amazons, were there with a small party of her sisters. Cirene turned up, always lightning up the atmosphere with her grumpy demeanour, that is when she isn't killing anybody or setting them on fire.
    Vahram, the Turani Horselord, turned up as well, eager to discuss, in private, the contents of his aforementioned letter. Not wanting to leave the company, I asked him to seek me out in Frigard next time he travels north.
    Chenza, always sensitive to her surroundings, picked up on the dominant part of the Remnant. She will keep my secret. I know her...
    Names came and went throughout the evening. When I retired it was with a sense of content.
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    Month of the Sparrow, Blót-mónaþ, Year of the Lion
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    Good news! Asthrid has sent me message that a significant part of the restoration of the Frigard Keep has been finished.
    The homestead prospers
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    Upon entering Amazonia the first thing that struck me was how the city had flourished. The sisterhood has done well for itself.
    Visitors and sisters were all ushered to the great hall to be received by the Regents, Zamali and Chenza.
    There, with quiet dignity and sincerity, Aidalynn was pronounced new Regent.
    The Triumvirate lives again.

    I hope for its success. As long as the sisterhood remembers that they are bound together by strength, honour and compassion, Amazonia will remain standing proud, a tribute to sisters of both past and present who toiled and poured tears, sweat and blood into the walls, the cohesivenes, the unity.
    As long as the sisterhood remembers those simple truths, Amazonia will stand.

    The festivities progressed into the arena, where I had the opportunity to spar with both sisters and visitors.
    Unfortunately the Amazon Champion was detained, but the sisters put up a good fight, as I expected them to.
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    Upon returning to the North I found revelries in Conarch with both Skjaldvar, his men and many inhabitants of Frigard present.

    Ornellah and Cirene had made their way too.
    After a while of festivity Cirene recounted how a big bald cimmerian seems intent on collecting the prize on her head.
    She did not know his name, nor did she elaborate who had put up the Bounty.
    She left us with a detailed description that should allow us to detain the man for questioning, should he show his face in these parts.
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    Month of the Sparrow, Blót-mónaþ, Year of the Lion
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    As promised Vahram has travelled north to speak to me in private. I met him by chance in Conarch and we ventured together to a viewpoint overlooking Conarch Valley.
    There he spoke of love, of Turan, of heirs. He spoke of settling down.. And how he would be honoured to share this life with me.
    For a moment I felt my resolve falter...
    But faltering has never served me in the past, and I told him this could never be.
    I told him how I would be an awful wife; how I would eventually try to domesticate the wild stallion to lame nag.
    That he would be miserable.
    It only served to renew his assault.
    I then told him that while I could not deny a certain desire, my duty lay with my people. My choice of mate would as much depend on how it would beneficial to them as my own feelings. That my choice must serve the unity and the strength of Frigard.
    He told me he would grow a mane, dye it blond and braid it.
    I told him the name of my intended.
    After a fair amount of cursing, Vahram seemed to age before my eyes. His proud stance seemed to collapse.
    He spoke of loss, of loss of his lust for life, of loss of dreams that would now never be.
    He wished me well and hoped the offspring at least would inherit my traits and not be imbecilic.
    It was beyond my ability to console him as he set off for the Field of the Dead, mumbling about tombs of the forgotten and lost souls.
    I fear I shall never see him again
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    Upon returning to Frigard, I met Skjaldvar conversing with a visitor to our city, Ercedice, a warrior priestess of Morrigan, seeking the lost altars of the goddess. She believed that one aspect of Morrigan in Asgard is one of the Nornir, the Norns.
    She believes that most have forgotten true worship of Morrigan; that of glorious battle.
    I asked her to consecrate a nearby area to Morrigan, that the worship of her northern aspect could be revived.
    She agreed to do this and stay for the time needed; perhaps even beyond.
    Why I did this, I cannot say for sure. I just knew it must be done
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    The Gatekeeper brought me news of more visitors, of two Savage-looking warriors at the gates, demanding to see me.
    With a small party I went to greet these warriors and was gladened to see the brothers Emil and Atlis both.
    They had heard of our plight with the Vanirs and had come to lend their aid.
    I was pleased to offer them both a place in Frigard
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    Last day of the month of the Sparrow, Blót-mónaþ, Year of the Lion
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    Escorting the last celebration goods from Conarch to Frigard I came upon Ulfrune and Ulgg in Conarch. They were in the company of a Vanir warrior, a deserter of his clan, apparently, Jaagnar. He asked for refuge in Frigard. A Vanir man, obviously a skilled warrior, seeking shelter within our wall, at this point of time awakes my suspicion, but I kept it hidden as I greeted him as kin. He will have to be watched until he has proven himself
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    The day of the wedding between Birsa and Tyraegar is here. It will be a joyous day for clan.

    I took the opportunity to speak to Isylde before the wedding. Her eyes frowned in suspicion when she realized I knew of the task she had been charged with.
    Eventually, I think I made her understand that will do my utmost to protect that which was given into her care. That I have no political agenda in keeping the heir safe.
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    The wedding party set out from Frigard in procession. The predators and savages that were bold enough to assault us were slain with quick efficiency by Emil as we travelled to the Wyrdstone.
    There before the eyes of man and gods, Birsa and Tyraegar took the vowns and bound themselves, body and soul, to each other.
    It was a beautiful ceremony and well led my Skjaldvar. How he shines in these moments of festivity.
    The vows of Birsa and Tyr were eloquent and could have moved Crom’s Rock to tears.
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    After the ceremony we all returned to Frigard, where Jaev has prepared the most lavish meal I have seen yet. Both men and women threw themselves into the dance, celebrating life. I even saw grimfaced Emil being led to the dance floor by Seidr Brynhild. I think I even saw him smile.

    Ercedice announced herself ready to me to consecrate grounds to Morrigan in her Norn aspect. I have a place in mind. It must be soon. I feel it is of vital importance, though I cannot logically reason out the need for haste.

    Skjald called toast after toast, and presents were given to the newly-weds. Drinking horns, a blade of epic quality and the Seidr Brynhild performed an exotic incantation which put a spell of protection upon the couple.

    Birsa and Tyr positively glowed with joy and love. Their celebrated love gives me hopes for the future of Frigard…. And my own salvation.
    The wedded couple retired to their own privacy and Skjald called out for a game, a game of lies and truth. Three statements would be served, two truths and one lie. Skjald declared that he had killed his first deer when he was twelve, kissed his first woman the same year and once beaten Cirene in a duel. How we laughed when Cirene called out that killing a deer and kissing it afterwards didn’t count.
    The lie was obvious. He never defeated Cirene, who had also joined the party sporting her new twohander.
    I stayed for longer than I should have, but the merriment took me in a sweet warm embrace of camaraderie, an embrace that ended abruptly as Jaev pointed me out as the next contestant.
    At this moment I felt the Remnant stir with unprecedented power. My mind went blank as I spoke two truths and a lie. When I regained my wits, everyone was staring at me. The silence was deafening. Skjald looked at me with anxious eyes, Emil squinted his single eye at me in an unreadable expression, Brynhild was standing close as if to bring comfort. I don’t know what I said but I hastily took my leave and I soon heard the sounds of merriment resurge as I made my way back to the keep.
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    This night I woke screaming. I shed myself of the terror that grip my heart as I sit down and try to pen down what I remember of the.. dream?
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    Month of the Hawk, Ærra Jéola, Year of the Lion
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    On the morn following the wedding Frigard was quiet. Troubled by my dreams and drowsy from my lack of sleep I set out to make the last preparations for the grounds I have chosen for the consecration to Morrigan, when I met Emil; looking as if he had seen as little sleep as myself.
    He accompanied me to the site, where he watched my preparations in his usual silence.
    Why the Remnant seems to be acutely aware of his presence, I cannot tell.

    Suddenly Emil made mention of my daughter. What he had heard and who from from I choose not to speculate on. But he had the story wrong, so I chose to tell him.
    Instead of an reaction of disgust, horror or even indifference he seemed puzzled for a moment. As if the pieces of a puzzle did not fit.
    However, recognising my gesture of.. trust, he reciprocated.
    I understand now some of the trauma that made a mercyless killer of a young boy.
    Still, I don't know what surprised me the most. What he told me, or that he told me at all?
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    Last edited by Lleilwin; 2nd December 2013 at 07:10.

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    Month of the Hawk, Ærra Jéola, Year of the Lion
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    Today, Asthrid brought me news of sightings of a small group of werewolves entering our territory, spreading terror in the nearby settlements.
    They will have to be hunted down.
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    Month of the Hawk, Ærra Jéola, Year of the Lion
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    Succesfully scouted into Atzel territory. Brought Birsa, Seidr Brynhild and Fynrar with me.
    Birsa is turning into a true Swordmaiden. Give her time and she will make her own name.

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    Back in Frigard, Seidr Brynhild sought me out to inquire about my two lies and a truth during the game at the wedding.
    I told her truthfully I couldn't recall what I had said, so she related my statements to me along with her concern for my safety. Apparently I had stated what I can only describe to be two lies and one sort-of truth, depending on your viewpoint. I have never walked the Halls of Nilfheim, and certainly not thrice. Neither have I twice slain those I had already made mud of before.
    So, I told Brynhild the true story of my origin and heritage; my crime. Being a Southerner she did not understand nor did I expect her to.
    She made mention of a possibility I may be possessed by an entity that took control of my voice during the game.
    I almost told her about the Remnant, but chose to bide my time instead.
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    Month of the Hawk, Ærra Jéola, Year of the Lion
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    The morning brought news of Skjaldvar having led a two-pronged raid into the Vanir and Jotun occupation forces in Conall's Valley.
    By all accounts the raid was successful, the enemy warbands scatttered and now without cohesion.
    Tyr won great acclaim leading one of the prongs. I hope this will satiate his need for vengeance.

    My only regret is that I was not able to partake in the fighting myself
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    Month of the Hawk, Ærra Jéola, Year of the Lion
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    Cale was brought in severely wounded. He and Ulfrune had been scouting the valley when the Ymir fell upon them.
    Moira has come into her mental state as that of a Seidr and is starting to have visions.
    From these visions she could tell us the Cimmerian renegade Ekhart was in league with the Vanir and Ymrish, making profit from selling captive kin and Clan into slavery.
    Calling together the forces of Frigard, we set out for the northeastern end of Conall. Cirene and Ornellah chose to join in the expedition.
    As we closed upon the area, Moira had to be strapped to her horse as visions violently kept assaulting her.
    Gods, the Words she spoke was those of great atrocities and it fueled the fire in the hird's veins.
    Only by yelling and cursing the lot of them did we maintain some semblance of battle order and cohesion.

    Note to self: Need to work the lads through battle techniques no matter how they grumble at 'southron methods".

    We fought our way into the Heart of the Ymir camp and was able to capture an Ymirish sorceror alive.
    Intensive questioning did not reveal much about the whereabouts of Ulfrune and her captor, untill Moira was able to divine a location, which Fyn with his knowlegde of the area was able to pin to a cave in the Field of the Dead.
    Skjaldvar led the force East towards the Field as I stayed with a few back to send the last remnants of the Ymir forces running.

    Having returned to Frigard, I now await word of their success... or failure
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    Month of the Hawk, Ærra Jéola, Year of the Lion
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    Today brought an ambassadorial visit from Turan of all places.
    Our scots reported a larger company with two wagons headed towards Frigard and I decided to greet them at the gates along with Rune, Emil and Val.
    Who would turn up but Lord Vahram himself with a writ from the so-called King of Kings. It seems Vahram will be staying with us for a while. I reckon this might start a somewhat different clothing style among the women of the clan, which would also be prudent with the approaching winter.
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    Today also brought a woman named Mellisantia to our gates. Wishing to speak to me in private, she revealed she was searching for a cure to a curse cast upon a “friend” of hers. The curse is of a devious kind which like I have not heard of before and I felt sorry for the.. friend. I allowed Mellisantia full use of our library, though I doubt it has any books on that particular subject.
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    Jaag, the Vanir warrior who recently joined us, interrupted our talks to bring me warning of the Vanir Chieftain, Radulv. It seems he has served with him prior to coming to Frigard. Radulv is a bull of a man and has never been bested in single combat, and is a most cunning and ruthless opponent with no pity or scruple on him on the battlefield. This the man who has set his heart on bring us down. This be my foe.
    Upon questioning Jaag gave Skjaldvar’s presence in Frigard as reason for Radulv targeting us.
    I cannot bring myself to believe that. A man does not array entire tribes and put them at risk in what could be solved in simple duel. No there is more to this than simple glory seeking.
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    As the evening drew to a close I gathered the Warriors of Frigard to hunt down the first of the trio of werewolves that has been terrorizing close-by Brandoc Village. I was not able to follow them myself but they were led by Skjaldvar. It is my hope that the hird will, by this simple task, learn more of group cohesion.
    The hunt proved to be a vicious one which almost cost Rune and Val their lives as they were ambushed by the werewolf jus after it had led the warriors on a merry goose chase.
    However, with coordinated efforts Hetrun, Brynhild, Emil and Belen were able to slay the beast before it dragged off Rune and Val to devour them.
    The Hird had a lesson, which I hope they will heed when they next go hunting
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