• About

charlottecarrendar

~ ~Weaving Words in her Web~

charlottecarrendar

Category Archives: House of Ghar

House of Ghar (9) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes. (Special – includes Live posting.)

16 Friday May 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in House of Ghar

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

couple, Eyyrs, fantasy, fight., love, lovers, music, romance, story, tribute, Valkrik, video, Vikings, writing

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
May 15, 2014 09:37PM
Lake of Odin

Eyyrs had been traveling most of the day and both she and Vor were beginning to tire. She felt as if she’d put enough distance between herself and her home and decided to stop for the night. She released the carrier from the saddle and removed the saddle from Vor’s back before letting him free to forage for food. There seemed to be an abundance of it in the lush grasses she could see, and with the lake a few feet away, they had plenty of water.

She set up her tent before taking up her makeshift fishing nets to see what she could catch for her supper. She made sure the nets were securely tied before she cast them into the water and then went to look for wood for her fire. Once that was set up, the waters of the lake looked inviting and she hadn’t bathed in so long, she felt that this was an opportunity that she could not let pass. She pulled out a new set of clothing and some soap before she found a spot that was still visible from her camp but away from where she was fishing. She removed her soiled garments before wading into the cold waters. She inhaled sharply as cold seeped into her bones, but she was used to such temperatures and waded in until the water reached her waist. She set about cleaning her body and washing her hair, not bothered in the least about being nude in the open. There was no one around for miles that she could see or sense and didn’t feel threatened.

Clean, she then set about washing her dirtied clothing before removing them and herself from the water. Draping them over some branches, she put on her dry clothing before going to check her nets. There were two large trout caught within and her mouth watered at the sight of them.

She took them to her camp and set about removing the scales and bones before she began to cook them over her fires. The smell made her stomach rumble and she realized she hadn’t eaten since she woke that morning.

Fish cooked, she began to eat hungrily as she watched Vor move around close by. She smiled at him. He was the only male she felt she could trust herself to be around, even if he was a horse. Dinner eaten and the remains disposed off so no wild animals could sniff them out, she felt herself becoming sleepy.

“Good night, my friend.” she whispered to Vor. “We will begin our travels again at first light.” Crawling into her tent and beneath the furs, it took her no time at all to fall asleep, as the night around her encampment came alive with the sounds of its nocturnal breathren.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateRoleplayerA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
May 15, 2014 10:45PM
Lake of Odin

As the horse stood and grazed on the grasses around the campsite that Eyyrs had made, a dark figure was making its way through the trees. The night time creatures, that were normally creating chatter all suddenly stopped, and this would have Vor bring his head up and his ears twitch for the oncoming sound. The horse whinnied and snorted, braying and dragging it’s hoof through the underbrush as danger appeared to be approaching.

He had been following her closely. Each time she stopped she would leave a trail, till finally making her new camp. Even though it was dark he was hugely impressed by how she had set up camp on her own. Worthy of her name she was. Valkrik could see the scales and bones of a fish she must have caught, and he smirked to himself.

It would be good to partake in a meal with her again. Now, he could see her tent, and he began to approach it, as the horse reared up in fright.

Neighing loudly, it was sure to wake up Eyyrs.

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
May 15, 2014 10:59PM
Lake of Odin

~Begin Dream~

Rough hands traveled over her naked body, causing her to shiver with need. A breathy moan escaped her lips as her body undulated beneath the hardened peaks of the body that was draped across her own. There was a very distinct hardness pressed into her thigh and her legs opened like a flower in bloom.

“Oh…” she moaned. Lips traveled across her neck, nipping and biting, teasing her into an erotic frenzy.

“What do you want?” whispered a dark voice. “Tell me and it shall be yours.”

“You. Just you.” she answered honestly. Her eyes remained closed as her lover hungrily kissed her, his steel shaft sliding into her body in one hard thrust. She gasped and her eyes flew open…

~End Dream~

…to the sound of Vor whinnying in fright. She swiped a hand across her sweaty brow as the last vestages of the dream left her feeling trembling and weak all over. Her heart was beating fiercely in her chest. Before she could analyze that, something more pressing caught her attention: her horse was truly frightened of something. Taking up her sword, she ran from her tent and saw Vor was rearing back and pawing the air with his hooves, the whites of his eyes showing how frightened he really was.

“Whoa boy! Whoa! Be calm! Shhh! Calm down! Shhh!” she whispered soothingly, remaining slightly out of reach of the sharp hooves. The last thing she needed was to be knocked in the head by her own horse. Vor slowly began to calm down, dropping down to the ground before he moved to her side and allowed her to pet his muzzle. “Good boy. That’s a good boy.” she soothed, taking up his reigns and leading him to the tent, where she tied him to one of the poles. She turned her attention to the night around her, trying to pierce the dark with her eyes to see what had frightened her horse so much. She heard nothing, saw nothing and smelled nothing. But she had the strange sense of being watched.

“Who’s there?” she demanded, brandishing her sword.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateRoleplayerA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
May 15, 2014 11:13PM
Lake of Odin

There it was. The beauty of his life, his sister emerging from her tent to sooth the horse’s nerves having been fraught with fear from the approaching viking. A man that the horse should well know, but he was not a man at all. The dull embers from the fire would brighten – their sparks bursting into flame at the presence of one that was heralded to be the son of a King, and a dark Queen.

“Whoa boy! Whoa! Be calm! Shhh! Calm down! Shhh!”

Her whispers were like a warm hand being guided across a face lovingly, and even Valkrik could feel it as it passed over him too like a wave on a summer’s night. The horse calmed, and dropped down on the ground obediently. How good she was with beasts. All to fall at her hand and adore her all the more. Would he be the same.

After tying up her horse, she instinctively turned around, sensing someone….danger. She demanded answers, brandishing her sword before her. It gleamed even in the shadows of the night.

Finally he broke from the shadows, his face now plainly visible. He had traveled all this way, to bring her back to her people…to him.

“You didn’t even say goodbye, Eyyrs.”

https://i1.wp.com/data1.whicdn.com/images/63749840/large.gif

Valkrik put his hand out to stop her from using the blade against him. “Put that down, now.” His voice had a sense of finality to it, like he would not argue with her. She was a woman, and would do as she was told.

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
May 15, 2014 11:19PM
Lake of Odin

There was the rustle of brush nearby and then someone stepped from the woods and into the light provided by her fire. Although his face was shadowed, she would know those steel blue eyes even from a distance.

Her sword remained aloft as she stared at Valkrik. How had he found her? She’d been gone for nearly 2 days. It shouldn’t have been possible for anyone to find her.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, ignoring his order to relinquish her sword. “You need to leave. You canna be here!”

It was truly worrying for the young woman. She had been told, quite emphathetically that she was to steer clear of him. He had been raised as her brother, and yet…he was not a brother of her blood.

And that made it all the more dangerous to be around him, considering what she was feeling, and the dream she was woken from.

She heard the words of the witch echoing over and over in her head like a curse. He needed to return home and pretend he had never found her.

“Did you hear what I said? You need to leave!” she scowled. She didn’t want to raise her sword against him…but to protect them both, she would.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateRoleplayerA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
May 15, 2014 11:44PM
Lake of Odin

Valkrik watched her with those cool blue eyes of his. She did not lower her weapon, but did re-sheath it. At first she let fly with questions of why he was there, but she should well know the answer to that. She was the Chieftain’s daughter and belonged with the clan. He could see in her eyes, worry…fear. What was wrong with her to feel this way with him, her brother.

Valkrik moved towards her and reached to grab her right hand. To bring her towards him as he stared down at her. “Did you hear what I said? You need to leave!”

“Only if you are with me, Eyyrs.” His voice was deep like that of the man in her dream. “I have not come all this way to go back empty handed.”

Valkrik paused as he smelt her feminine musk, a fragrance that was truly unique to her. At first it made him heady and he had to blink to clear his mind.

“You can sleep here, then in the morning we go back.”

It was like he was talking to her as if he owned her.

<3>

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateRoleplayerA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
May 16, 2014 02:35AM
Titanpad Roleplay Session: May 16, 2014
Roleplay Group: Mirari: Forest of Ashes – Lands of Old
Players: CharlotteCarrendar as Valkrik and LadyBelz as Eyyrs

https://i1.wp.com/37.media.tumblr.com/bac249cf1a37e1b9e37cb57ca237e076/tumblr_mkjzv0s2hq1s7xoeto1_r1_500.jpg

LadyBelz: She stared at him as if he had lost his head. Go back? It would be a cold day in Hel before she went back. He moved to reach for her hand to draw her close to him, successfully. The touch of his hand set off a tingling through her entire body. She grit her teeth and ignored it.

But as she listened to him state that he was taking her back, she found her voice and yanked her arm away from him, taking a couple of steps back in the process. “I’m not going back and you can’t make me. I refuse!” she glared, pointing her sword at him. “You are neither my father nor my brother and you have NO rights to me whatsoever.”

——

CharlotteCarrendar; The tone which she used only showed her annoyance that he would go as far as to act as the Elder in this situation. Naturally he was, but she was not buying any of it. Gritting her teeth like an angered animal, she drew her sword and took steps back in order to be on her guard if he tried another attempt to bend her to his will.

“You are Daughter of Ghar and will obey law of our people. You can’t just run off as you so please.” He glanced down as she brandished the sword at her, with all the determination of one of his own men. Valkrik narrowed his gaze as she squared off, but it was the part where she announced that he was not her brother, that it was like a bolt had been fired right through him.

“No rights? You disown me as blood and say I have no rights?”

You could see a darkness creeping up his skin as he fought to restrain his inner demon, who was now rejoicing at the encounter.

“I have been there, for you all my life. If ANYONE has rights…it is me.”

He then did the unthinkable and walked right up so that the tip of her blade would be pointed into his chest.

“Eyyrs…return with me, or kill me here.”

——-

LadyBelz: It seemed as if Valkrik was not going to be dissuaded from his task by her words alone. What did she have to do to make him return to their people? Didn’t he understand that to be near him, close to him, would mean the destruction of their people? Why were men so damn stubborn?

“I know you have been there for me, and I appreciate it more then I can say. But Valkrik, to go with you now…I simply can’t. You are going to have to haul me off in chains if that’s what it takes, but I refuse to go back.”

Her eyes widened when he walked right up to her, the blade of her sword now pressed against his strong chest. “What are you doing?” she questioned, back away from him once more. His plea of returning with him or killing him had her blood boiling.

https://i0.wp.com/www.manicpixiedust.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/lagertha.gif

“Are you out of your ever blooming mind? I will not kill you! You canna ask that of me! And I still refuse to go back!” she shouted, turning on her heel and striding away, sheathing her sword as she did so. She didn’t care what direction she was going, she just needed to get away before she did something stupid. The longer he was around her, the harder it was becoming to not simply fall into his arms. She could not have these kinds of feelings.

Not even bothering to see where he was, she broke into a run, hoping to put some distance between them.

——

CharlotteCarrendar: – A silence fell over the area, as Eyyrs turned her back on Valkrik and ran. Ran as far away as she could through the dark of night. Only thing she didn’t understand was just how fast he was and not only that, as he sought to end this and complete the task he had started, his own powers rippled beneath the surface. She questioned him, his mind and his sanity. All of which were perfectly fine, since he had come to accept what he was, even if he had no heart to tell those he loved the truth.

But she had seen him. She knew the truth. Darting through the scrub land like a blur, keeping up with her till finally leaping high over a tree, around a rock and then coming down the same track she was on, but being in front of her, he spoke words that may well shake her to the core.

“I know why you run. Now I tell you why you go back. I know what I feel, Eyyrs. I only seek to protect you, and to do that you NEED to be with the Ghar. I return you…and then I leave.”

It would come as a shock to her possibly, but he was doing all this…because he loved her.

“Come home. That is all I ask. You will not suffer out here alone because of me.”

——-

LadyBelz: On she ran, not bothering to take note of where she was or where she was heading to. She only knew that she had to get away from him. How was it possible that two people, with two different tasks, set out to do the exact same thing? To protect one another from The Fates.

She jumped with fright when she looked up to see him standing stock still in front of her and slid to a halt along the loose earth beneath her feet. She’d forgotten about his powers for a moment.

He knew why she ran? Odin’s teeth! He was driving her insane!

“There is no need for you to leave the Ghar because I am not going back. How many times must I tell you this?” She waved her hands about in exasperation, nearly ready to tear her own hair out in frustration. Growling under her breath, she stalked right up to him and pulled her arm back to punch him in the stomach.

“Listen well, Valkrik of Ghar! I AM NOT NOW NOR WILL I EVER GO BACK THERE!”

She moved to turn away from him for a (hopefully) final time, sure she had made her point.

She threw one more parting shot over her shoulder. “I have my reasons for not going back and they involve you and I in some capacity. So return to the Ghar. Pretend you never sought me out. I no longer exist. I am not a wayward child. I am a full-fledged woman, capable of making my own decisions about my life.”

At that she paused and turned to face him, the light in her eyes suddenly bright and she let out a harsh bark of laughter.

“I get it now. Father sent you after me. Yes…that’s it…he wants to marry off like some brood mare and become the perfect little Viking wife and raise a bunch of snotty nosed little brats! That will never happen! I won’t allow it!”

She turned and stormed away from him, heading back to her tent. The conversation, as far as she was concerned, was over.

——

CharlotteCarrendar: What is it about a woman like Eyyrs, who speaks with all the conviction of an Elder at council, and yet she was defending her right to leave and go where she liked, regardless of the fact of her place in society. She screamed that she would never go back. Valkrik continued to watch the tirade being played out as though she had the stick and was given right to speak freely before men. Only thing different was the fact she shouted a lot. Her voice spooking the night time creatures back to their nests and burrows.

But the part where she was wrong, was where she accused her Father of sending him. If anything he wanted other men to do it, but Valkrik kept insisting it be him to bring her back. She was his responsibility since he made a vow to his mother to always protect her, regardless of the consequences.

The rant turned in a sense to advising him on how to speak to those when he goes back empty handed. That she is this strong, capable woman that can do just fine on her own, and didn’t need a man or a family….or a clan for that matter.

It was then that Valkrik picked his turn to talk…..and boy was this going to be good.

“Father does want to marry you off. Yes, he sees you as a prize mare, but he also knows you have the heart of a warrior within you and that you would not settle for just anyone. If you did, they would have to be of very high honour, and capture the violent heart that beats within you.”

He walked over to her tent, and held up the flap as he continued.

“You won’t settle for anyone. You won’t be tamed. But as Odin is my witness, I know of a man that can make you bend. That can make that heart of yours feel.”

He approached her now and gripped her hair behind her head so she would have to stare at him. She would not be able to escape the fire in his eyes.

https://i1.wp.com/www.thetvaddict.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/L-to-R_-Lagertha-Katheryn-Winnick-and-Ragnar-Travis-Fimmel.jpg

“All my life…I have lived for one. Do you know who that is? The one that I have watched over, and even killed for. The one….” His voice trailed off as he found a lump rising in his throat. “….that would settle for no other.. Do you even know why I do not lay with other women? My nights are filled with but one….the one I can never have.”

Valkrik exhaled sharply through his nostrils. His fingers pulling a bit harder on her hair as the swelling of emotions only increased..

Without warning…he crushed his lips to hers in a fiery kiss that would leave her gasping. She would know the one…the answer to his riddles.

It was her.

——

LadyBelz: Again, he was right behind her, pelting her ears with questions and riddles that she did not want the answers to. A sharp pain went through her head and she turned slightly to see that he had her long blond hair wrapped around his fist and it didn’t look like he was going to release her any time soon.

His words struck her a physical blow as if he had laid a hand on her and it left her gasping. This could not be happening? She placed her hands over her ears and began humming loudly to try and drown out his words, but it was as if he was speaking directly into her head.

She shook her head in denial. “No! No! No! This cannot be happening! She said this was dangerous! She said it would mean doom! Let me go! Please for the love of Odin! Let me go!” She struggled to release her hair from his grip but it seemed as if her pleas had fallen on deaf ears.

Without warning, he hauled her tight against his body and crushed his lips over hers in a passionate kiss that left her weak in the knees and sent her heart careening around her chest as if it were on a spring.

All thoughts of resistance flew from her mind in the wake of such a kiss. It brought back to mind her dream, and the owner of those lips within.

She gasped sharply at that.

It had been Valkrik in her most deepest dreams. The man who had stolen her heart.

Once more, the witch’s words clamored for attention in her mind and her eyes flew open. She struggled against him, trying to push herself away, despite the fact his arms were like steel bands around her, and his mouth was still plundering hers, making her dizzy.

She prided herself on her will to fight whatever battles came at her. But this was one battle she was in danger of losing…and losing everything else in the process.

Didn’t he realize what he was doing to her? Couldn’t he feel the conflict within her?

But her mind and her heart were two different entities and her heart was slowly winning the battle. Her struggles began to lessen the longer he kissed her. The witch’s voice in her head was beginning to fade away into the nothingness. And her arms, of their own volition, moved to wrap around his neck.

She had lost the battle in the most spectacular of ways.

——

CharlotteCarrendar: What was to be sin, was truly not. They were not of blood, but simply siblings in name. That moment, when Valkrik seized the chance to prove that he was the one – the man that could tame her wild heart, then he gave it his all.

He slowly released her hair, so she had freedom to move her head, but his hand wandered. Down..lower down her back till cupping her ass and pulling her body closer into his. A kiss of power and dominance soon started to change, as her struggles became less. The winding of her arms around his neck showed her give herself to him. It was victory….and it was sweet.

Valkrik pulled his head back, panting heavily as he gazed upon her with an almost incredulous expression. He had tasted heaven – Valhalla.

So many nights, the dreams were the same, and that was of love making that would even have the Gods blush. Not through force though. He knew she was wild, and that was exactly how he wanted her to be.

Words unspoken, with large hands he started to untie her bodice and expose her to him as nature intended. His blue eyes cast down and a sense of awe hit him. She was magnificent. A body sculpted by the hands of Goddesses. He had tasted her lips, and now he wanted far more. His hand quickly came up to her head again, and tipped it so her neck was exposed. So fine and supple, with the veins beating blood from her heart to her brain. Again he snorted as he took to her neck with a hunger – a burning need. Lips, grazing teeth. A wicked tongue that flickered and tasted her flesh, while his own body was rigid and hard pressed to her hips.

She may have had others, used them for her own simple pleasures, but Valkrik was no mere mortal. A nip from his dog teeth came as his heart did race from the excitement – marking her for the first time. This would be the start of many, as in his frenzied mind, he scooped her up by the round globes of her ass, and again his lips took possession of hers. A feeding of frenzied lust, that would be infectious as his male scent grew and swirled around them.

Would she fight his advances, and beat his chest with closed fists….or would she melt upon him, and liquefy with raw appeal?

—–

LadyBelz: She felt his hand move lower on her body until he was cupping her ass tightly to him and she groaned at the feel of him pressed against her. She felt like if she died right at this moment, she would probably die happy.

There was a light and floating feeling within her, chasing away the last of her dark thoughts. It was too late to take back what he had wrought. It was too late to say no and running was no longer an option.

He was staking his claim in the most spectacular way and though she was a warrior, there was no fight left in her against him.

Dreams did not compare to the reality as his teeth and tongue went at her neck, tasting her skin for the first time, her body now exposed to his hungry gaze.

She panted heatedly, her neck bared for his pleasure, her body becoming caught in a blaze of fire and passion she’d never felt before. Again his lips claimed hers, his hands grabbing at her ass and she undulated her lower body against his, very much like she had done in her dreams.

Thinking became a moot point. Now she wanted to just simply feel. Her hands tore at his garments, ripping them from his body and tossing them wherever they lay. She wanted to feel his naked body pressed thoroughly against her own. Her hands roamed over his now-exposed chest and back, feeling his muscles tighten with tension. Her head fell back with a throaty laugh. She was feeling dizzy and weak with need.

https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1380429923/861659.jpg

She had never wanted anyone more than she wanted him in that moment. Valkrik – the man of her heart.

“Please?” she begged him in a husky whisper.

——

CharlotteCarrendar: Valkrik answered her plea but without word, as he carried her to her tent and then lowered so he could place her well inside. She had torn from him his cloth, and now he returned the favour, only with his hands moving slowly so she would feel the coarseness of his flesh drag across hers exposing each part of her to the air. Her body laid out on the travel furs within the humble tent would become the bed of a Queen. He hovered over her, and could hear her panting, watching her chest with the ripe mounds and stung nipples heaving from her exertions. He never wanted a woman so much, but he knew that to have this creature…to truly experience her was to savor her like she was a fine wine. To drink her in. Her very essence would he extract and this was done with surprisingly tender hands. His knees straddled her thighs, and he began at her chin, so her head was tilted back. Almost wolf like in his manner but this was to heighten her own desires to the point she was a writhing mess. She would watch as he shadowed her with his form, hard and rigid. Thick and muscular.

Each kiss, that blazed a trail across her would soon leave small marks as he found himself biting her in places where the skin was rounded – from her shoulders to her breasts. She would feel every part a woman as his heated passion only rose higher with each passing moment.

Valkrik had all night, and he planned this to be the first of many conquests of her body. She surrended, a captive to his desires and he was going to pay her the highest compliment. Reward her for her submission. With a knee he parted her legs, while his arms moved to go under her own, lifting her off the floor slightly as he moved to position himself so he would be able to thrust within in her aching body at will. He even rubbed his swollen head along the ripe lips of her nether regions, to tease her of what was to come. But in the final moments, as eyes locked, and hearts became one, he used his body two fold. Bringing her body forward, as his pelvis descended to make the ultimate claim. Pushing solidly into her with his thickened member – threatening to erupt as it delved deeper within her. His face a mix of joy, love and shock at how it felt.

Even dreams cannot create this kind of fantasy…that had just become real.

https://i0.wp.com/media2.giphy.com/media/119qhDuudHtlgA/200_s.gif

—–

 

Rate this:

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • Tumblr
  • Pinterest
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

House of Ghar (8) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

15 Thursday May 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in House of Ghar

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

adventure, creative, Eyyrs, fantasy, history, Lockes, roleplay, travel, Valkrik, Vikings, writing

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateRoleplayerA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
April 23, 2014 07:46PM
Stargorn Bluff

The night torches led the way from the wharf, where the floating bon fire of Valkrik’s uncle was now floating back down to the inlet and onward to the sea. The funeral rites were over and that meant that he could go spend time with his sister, as he had planned to since seeing her at the Inn. Many of the other men of the village were going back to their houses to partake in a late meal and then only discuss certain parts of the funeral of Tebas. Valkrik did not have such things as a woman and child to go home too. Some in the village may have thought it strange, and many mothers tried to push their daughters forward to see if he was interested, but none had what he sought in a woman. He had bedded slaves naturally, but a woman to one day lead alongside him had to be special. Very special.

On reaching Eyyrs’s house he noted right away that there was no glow of fire coming from the windows. No trace of light. This had Valkrik immediately suspicious and rather than knock, he opened the door forcefully. It was only then did he see that all her belongings were gone.

“EYYRS?” He roared as he went through the room and started up ending tables and chairs for clues. Where was she? His eyes darted about as one of the neighbours who heard the din came over. An older man who had many children. Valkrik spun on his heel and gestured with his large hand.

“Where is Eyyrs?”

The old man scratched at his beard and could see no sign of her either.

“By Odin’s word I do not know.”

Angered, Valkrik stormed out of her small house and ran up the road – panting hard. His eyes glowered a strange red colour as the anger started to rise up within him. It took a moment to regain his composure before he realized she had left the village. But why? Curling his hands into fists, he then marched to his own home to start packing and take off after her.

https://i1.wp.com/i.imgur.com/bUsdzgJ.gif

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
April 23, 2014 08:09PM
Lockes of Otkatla

It hadn’t taken long for Eyyrs to become settled on the Lockes. She was a resourceful young woman and had managed to build herself a small hut upon the rocks and dirt. Vor had a small pasture nearby. A few times, she had to dispatch thieves and murders who tried to encroach upon her new home, looking for goods or a roll beneath her skirts. She was not timid by any means, and dealing with the Quartermaster had taught her that no man was to be trusted.

Every once in a while, her thoughts turned to Valkrik, hoping he was taking her disappearance well. But she quickly turned those thoughts off before they could go further. No need to invite the devil to dinner.

He was better off without her.

Another bandit jumped out from behind a boulder as she was gathering wood for her fires. Rolling her eyes in disgust, she quickly beheaded him before continuing her chores.

Current Page: 8 of 8

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateRoleplayerA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
May 13, 2014 10:15PM
Stargorn Bluff – Valkrik’s home

Barely had Valkrik been back home to start packing a kit to take with him in search of Eyyrs, his father Honrick appeared in the door way. The Chief watched with a curious expression to see his son moving about his home quickly as he pieced together all he would need. With a gruff voice he sung out. “What troubles you, Son?” Honrick cocked his head to the side as he drew his arms together- folding them over and waiting for his son to answer. Valkrick glanced up momentarily, as he paced across the room.

“Eyyrs….she is missing.”

This brought a look of surprise from the Chief, who had not been all to concerned about her whereabouts. He knew she was headstrong, and probably was trying to get a peek at the funeral earlier that night. The Chief lowered his arms and entered the home further. “She maybe washing by the river.” A possibility but not a strong one. Valkrik knew that she would not venture out in the middle of the night to bathe. “I highly doubt it. I believe she has gone from the village because…” At this he paused a moment, for he felt the reason for her absence may be due to him killing the Quartermaster.

“Son? Is there something we need to discuss? I am sure we can send some of our best men out in the morning to find her. This…need of yours to find her right now seems a bit strange. She is just your sister, and more than capable of taking care of herself. Why…I sometimes wonder if she has the heart of a man.” This made him chuckle at the thought, but Valkrik wasn’t buying it.

Finishing packing a kit he slung it over his shoulder and went to leave, his father baring his way.

“Son….you are needed here. I’m getting to old for all this. You have proved your worth in the last battle. Find a wife, and take your place as the future Chief.” His old blue eyes implored him, and this was when Valkrik placed his hand on his father’s right shoulder. “I need to find Eyyrs.”

This angered the Chieftain, who shook with annoyance. “She is your sister. Why are you being so foolhardy? This is the job for another man. ONE that may well break her in and make her into a good Viking woman. She needs to learn her place!”

The look that Valkrik gave his father was one that genuinely scared him. A dull red hidden in behind the veil of blue eyes stared his father down. His father truly didn’t know what his son really was, but part of the truth was emerging.

https://i0.wp.com/thats-normal.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/tumblr_n0k72efU0c1sple1xo1_250.gif

“SHE IS MY RESPONSIBILITY!” A voice that was filled with fire and passion for Eyyrs burst from Valkrik’s lips

That said, he went around his father, and out into the night. With his battle axe in hand, Valkrik would seek out Eyyrs and bring her home…where she belongs.

Honrick emerged from his son’s home and turned his head to watch the hulking Viking set off after Eyyrs. He knew in his heart that this could only end badly.

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
May 14, 2014 09:03PM
Lockes of Otkatla

Eyyrs was sitting in front of her little hut, weaving a basket for collecting food. Her fire pit was a warm comfort to her as the nights were starting to become colder. She would soon have to either hunt for furs for her walls or find the nearest town to make trades. She sighed, setting aside her work for the moment as she turned to stare into the fire.

Her thoughts never strayed far from home and she was beginning to miss her life there. But she couldn’t go back…not harboring the feelings she was for…

https://i2.wp.com/24.media.tumblr.com/8f6a0d0c68e32ae065a2dcc4b04f0177/tumblr_mywfgqhVLI1rzxujso1_500.gif

She mentally slapped herself for nothing good could come from thinking those thoughts.

As she stared into the fire, something happened. It was as if she were seeing people in the flames. She saw her father and he was talking to Valkrik. She frowned and tried looking deeper into the flames. She was unaware that she’d made any sort of connection for she could suddenly hear their words as if they were standing right beside her.

“Son….you are needed here. I’m getting to old for all this. You have proved your worth in the last battle. Find a wife, and take your place as the future Chief.”

“I need to find Eyyrs.”

“She is your sister. Why are you being so foolhardy? This is the job for another man. ONE that may well break her in and make her into a good Viking woman. She needs to learn her place!”

“SHE IS MY RESPONSIBILITY!”

A log snapped from the fires bringing her out of whatever trance she’d fallen into.

“What was that?” she muttered to herself. There had never been Seer blood in her family. Was that a vision of things to come or something that had already happened. Whatever it was, she had a sinking feeling it meant nothing good for her. She looked around with a sigh.

“Time to move on, Vor.” she whispered, staring at her horse. He knickered in sympathy as she got to her feet and began to dismantle her home for the past couple of days. She used the wood and covering to make a carrier that she could tie to her saddle and used that to place her things upon it. Once it was secure, she climbed up on Vor’s back and began to make her way out of the Lockes.

If that vision was true, Valkrik was searching for her and she didn’t want to give him clues to her whereabouts. The last thing he needed was her in his life, mucking things up. She wasn’t supposed to have these feelings for someone who was raised as her brother. It just didn’t seem right…and if the witch was to be believed, it would spell doom for their people and she didn’t want to be the cause of it.

Her only option was to stay away from him…for all their sakes.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateRoleplayerA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
May 15, 2014 06:16AM
Stargorn Bluff – Outskirts

From the busy river township of Stargorn Bluff, the wilderness was to be found on its doorstep. It was tough going for the faint hearted, but Valkrik knew the hills and mountains like the back of his hand. A boy once with a sense of adventure was always going off on the hunting parties with his father and uncle. Travelling many miles inland and learning a great deal about tracking and hunting the big game. If Eyyrs was out here, Valkrik was going to find her.

His blue eyes pierced through the black of night as the background fire lights of his home were soon to fade into the darkness. The nights creatures were now on the move; their chorus of calls creating a symphony of sounds that relaxed the great Viking. No doubt on his return with his sister, his Father would want to have a stern word with him, but something deep inside him knew this was the right thing to do. He owed it to his sister to protect her, even if that meant protecting her from herself.

She had always been strong willed and hard headed from the time she was born. Valkrik had watched over her from a young age, and was like a shadow to her almost, till he reached the age where he must join his kin and set sail for the southern lands, to defend the territory and reap the rewards of conquest. He was battle hardened, ruthless and renowned for his fighting ability. Many a woman had offered themselves to him, to lay with him in his furs – but none seemed to be the woman he sought. No, she was to be special. No arranged marriages for him, no matter what his Father said.

In the back of his mind, he recalled the moment where he lost himself in killing the Quarter Master. How he changed. She knew the truth; but was that what scared her away? He hadn’t contemplated that. Maybe she did fear him after all. No matter, she was part of the clan and must be with her people. That is what Valkrik kept telling himself, as he pushed his own feelings down deep.

The Viking was on her trail.

After the first six hours, he stopped to make camp for a few hours sleep, then packed up again and set on for the Lockes of Otkatla. Sure enough in the soft earth Valkrik saw horse hooves prints. He knelt down and ran his finger through the grooves. Glancing up he could see the path the horse took. So, she was on the move. Adjusting his kit he continued on his quest to find her.

https://i2.wp.com/24.media.tumblr.com/0913a19d6c7486641a7d67eaf2e201f3/tumblr_mkjfyvcr6I1rdnq0jo1_500.gif<3>

Rate this:

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • Tumblr
  • Pinterest
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

House of Ghar (7) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

14 Friday Mar 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in House of Ghar

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

collaboration, death, funeral, Ghar Odin, Mirari, pyre, roleplay, The Village Square, Uncle Tebas, Vikings, writing

LethalSin

avpic

GLLKaos Products and DesignsKaos Products & Designs
49

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 25, 2014 02:40PM
The Council Hall 

The Valkyries left eyebrow rose silently while she listened to the viking warrior speak his piece before offering a predatory smile. Valkrik of Ghar Odin himself sent me to watch over you and guide you…I know of your deeds and the friends you have lost. Worry not Valkrik of Ghar….You’ll be safe in my care…” Just then the Valkyrie reached up and took her helmet from her head allowing raven colored tresses to cascade down her back before she reached back and fluffed her hair to straighten it out. “Ah…that feels so much better…” Her eyes then darted to each of the corner’s of the room and openings though as he gaze fell upon each location the crowds scattered into the winds for fear of reprisal from the Valkyrie. Slowly almost painfully so the Valkyrie began to stand before her hips started to sway to and fro while she sang a song of old. ( [www.youtube.com] ) Her voice was one few living people had ever heard for it was a song the Valkyries sang when they descended upon the dead and dying to guide them to the afterlife and the great halls of Asgard. It was clear that the Valkyrie was singing because she felt the need to and not for enjoyment. Luna’s voice was a soft almost whimsical tone that held a hint of great sadness that the Valkyries bore with them as they moved through the battlefields choosing the strongest of the slain and dying to take to the Great Halls. Then almost as soon as she had begun to sing she would stop and look over her shoulder at Valkrik before offering a half smile. Her eyes where a soft cerulean color as they locked with Valkrik’s own eyes in a gaze one would call curious and exploratory as she let her gaze wander Valkrik’s form. Oh she was definitely acting coy and playful as her wings ruffled slightly in a gesture of restlessness.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 26, 2014 05:16AM
The Council Hall

In the past few days, Valkrik had gone through what many would not in a lifetime. No sooner back from his voyage to the south lands which brought back not only slaves and weapons, but items that were to be used as trade – grain and wine. He had news of his Uncle’s passing, then of course saving his sister from the clutch’s of the Quartermaster, whose body now lay at the bottom of an unnamed river. Valkrik also came to discover a terrible secret – one kept from him since his birth. What he had hated for all his years, was what he truly was. Though holding up a facade of calm, internally he had been struggling to deal with this new found power.

Now…now he had before him one of Odin’s own. A Valkyrie no less, who had proclaimed that she had been sent by Odin himself, to watch over and guide him on his path in life. Luna also claimed to know about his loss, and his deeds. Really? Only time would tell just how much she truly knew.

Watching on with steel blue eyes, the Valkyrie removed her helm, to reveal a shock of raven colored hair that flowed down off her shoulders and to rest upon her upper back. She moved almost fluidly, and was the epitome of what a woman was to be. Full figured and ripe, but she was also an immortal. Clutching his mug of ale, Valkrik watched on silently, as she rose from her seat, and then started to dance. A ritualistic swaying of her hips, her hands becoming instruments on which to tell the tale, as the song she sung was one of old. In fact it was heart breaking to hear, and many outside the Council hall were moved to shed tears.

But how is it, when she glanced over her shoulder, offering Valkrik a half smile and yet being coy when singing such a song. It seemed a tad off. She must have found favor with his form. Again this was unusual for one that was to be a guardian, to look upon the Viking as though he was prey…prey to lust.

At the song’s end, Valkrik drank the last of his ale and set down the mug, before clapping his hands together slowly. Loudly. It echoed through the very hall. Valkrik rose from his seat and approached Luna, stopping just shy of her, before reaching out and stroking one of her wings.

https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1380429923/861653.gif

“What kind of man would I be, to not heed the word of Odin. If this is true. If he did send you to protect me….I shan’t stop it.” He then bent his head to whisper in her ear. “You’re in for one hell of a ride, Valkyrie of Odin. Think you can keep up?’ With that he started for the door.

<3>

LethalSin

avpic

GLLKaos Products and DesignsKaos Products & Designs
49

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 26, 2014 06:18PM
Council Hall 

The stroke of Valkrik’s hand upon her wing caused a subtle shiver to race through her spine. Oh how sensitive her wings where to the slightest of touch’s. The viking warrior then leaned in enough to whisper into her ear briefly causing a second subtle shiver to run through her spine as his warm breath caressed he ear. As the viking warrior turned to go Luna would hiss to herself while snatching her helmet off the table and replacing it upon her head after tucking her raven tresses back under it. Slowly she strode after him with her wings ruffling slightly. “Bad Luna….No lusting…” As she followed Valkrik where ever he may go her eyes would silently rove left and right watching the townsfolk warily before she folded her wings about her self consciously. Oh how she loathed the lusting stares of the men watching her follow Valkrik like a love sick puppy. Luna would continue to follow Valkrik in complete silence while keeping her wings wrapped about her in an effort to conceal herself from the lusting glares. Luna was one of odin’s Valkyries yes but she was easily mislead when in the human world of Midgard for she had little knowledge of it. The reason being she had such little knowledge of Midgard was that she preferred to stay in the realm of Asgard and attend to her training when she was but a youngling. Perhaps that was why Odin’s trust fell upon her more often then not rather then other Valkyries of the same rank. It was also said that Luna had been rather distant and harsh but it remained unproven though Odin knew the truth behind her built up walls. Would Valkrik be the one to open her up and get her to speak? or would she turn cold and distant towards him as well? Only time would tell such a fact.

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 26, 2014 09:19PM
Lockes of Otkatla

It hadn’t taken Eyyrs long to pack up her belongings and sneak away under the cover of night. She had spotted Valkrik chatting with a mysterious woman outside the inn but didn’t see the need to tell him she was leaving. He would be better off without her around, and this way no one would be able to hear his secrets from her lips.

She rode some distance away from the village deep into the mountains and paused partway up to glance back at what once was her home.

“May Odin protect you all.” she whispered as she slowly turned Vor away, turning her back on everything and everyone she loved.

She rode for two full days and nights before she found herself at the Lockes of Otkatla, where she made camp for the evening. She let Vor roam free to eat and forage for himself as she set up her tent and hunting supplies. Luckily she was near a stream, which allowed her to hunt for fish for her supper. She looked around as she ate and decided this would be a perfect home for her.

It would be a lonely existence for sure…but here she was safe from all temptations.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 28, 2014 05:34PM
Stargorn Bluff – Home of Tebas

The Valkryin may well follow the Viking as he made his way through the village. He remembered the fact that on his return, news had been given to him by his father that Uncle Tebas had died during a hunt. Council law requires for certain measures to be taken so that one of noble line, can go on to meet with and sit with Odin. Looking back at Luna, he said.

http://pmctvline2.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/vikings_finale_preview_dw.jpg

“I have put this off long enough. My father was to take me to his brother’s home, but seems he is still dealing with the Elf messenger.” His voice lost near all emotion, as he took the path that lead to his Uncle’s dwelling. Outside there was already a gathering of his women; slaves for the most part. One was his long suffering wife, who was grief stricken and in a terrible mood. Seeing the approach of the Viking and the Valkryin, she was sure this was a sign, and ran out to meet Valkrik. Reaching the path she sank to her knees, holding up her hands in some way of offering, but Valkrik would have none of it.

“On your feet, Hesta. I am not here for you.” He spoke truth, for the one that would ride the boat with Tebas to Odin would be a woman that gave herself willingly to make the journey. A few elders from the council had seen Valkrik got up the path to the House of Tebas, and they too followed behind, as the slave girls all fell in line. Their heads bowed in reverence as Valkrik took on the role of managing the last rites of his deceased uncle. Tebas was buried in a shallow grave, for now just by his house, as a temporary measure until Valkrik had returned. He had been in the ground long enough.

Walking along the line of slave girls, he looked at each before coming to stop at the end of the line.

“Your Master wishes for one of you to join him in his final voyage. Whoever steps forward will be blessed by Odin himself, and treated to the joys of love from his fellows. She will lay with all the mighty warriors of the village, before the voyage and this is decreed by our Father Honrick. This is a great honor. Which of you chooses to follow the Master to Odin?’

The girls all looked at each other, before a flame haired girl stepped forward. Her name; Anaka. She adored Tebas and admired him as a warrior and the Chieftan’s brother. She lifted her head proudly, as the drums began to beat in time to that of a human heart.

“Anaka…you will begin preparations and your sisters dress you for the final night.”

http://pmctvline2.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/vikings_gilsig_tall.jpg?w=625

The other girls all congratulated Anaka for being the chosen, while in the background, Tebas’s wife held his helmet close to her chest. She was not young, and knew what this meant. The girl was going to die, though she did not realize it.

Two men came forward, and went to dig up the body of Tebas, to prepare him for his voyage, while up the path near the water’s edge, the Shaman was already making her way to Tebas’s ship. She had in her basket the items needed to prepare his body for the boat, as well as the bed, that had already been carried down from Tebas’s house and placed aboard the vessel.

Moving up the gang plank, she reached the bed, and spread over it a fine cloth of gold. It was tucked in underneath and the Shaman spoke in a strange dialect as if letting Odin know of the coming of Tebas and Anaka. She had performed this rite many times before, and it always meant the sacrifice of one to join the dead into the afterlife.

Valkrik’s role for now was complete. That night, Anaka would go from home to home of each of the mighty warriors of the village, and lay with them. The warriors would say on completion of the ritual sex act, that they are doing this not for the love of a woman, but in respect of the dead; Tebas. Anaka would sleep with over forty men, before the night was over, while Tebas’s body would be laid upon the golden bed up on the ship, his body surrounded by gifts, flowers, and trinkets to take with him to the next.

https://charlottecarrendar.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/da09e-viking-funeral1.jpg

Up along the shore line, to the boat of Valkrik, that had just returned from its voyage to the south lands, Honrick was waiting now for Natsiya to make her way back from the Village hall, to work a deal with what weapons that were brought back after the last battle. With all the fuss of travelers of late, the Vikings were busy having to entertain most, plus Valkrik had now taken over the organisation of his brother’s funeral. That would be the following night. A time when the warriors gathered at the docks, and beat their shields as Anaka would breathe her last breath and follow Tebas to Valhalla.

<3>

ElilesMuiLuminarde

avpic

IMVU Newbie Content Creator BadgePandoras76Pandoras76 2ndCarrendar Dynasty
11

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 28, 2014 11:14PM
-Natsiya hearing what she wanted, which was the conversation and learning nothing about what is going on in the village, other then that these people’s god had a thing for Valkirk, which was none of her business. She made her way through the village back to the docks where she wondered if Honrick had dealt with the elf of it Kazia had found a new chew toy.

She spotted him waiting besides the ship and waved at him slightly. Her hips swayed side to side as she walked, but she never thought her self very sensual, even though she did put effort in it once in a while. The jagged scars all over her body didn’t help.

“busy day today Honrick, I don’t remember trade day being this exciting last year,”she chuckled softly finally reaching him and placing her hands on her hips.-

SalemWarrick

avpic

0

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
March 07, 2014 06:58AM
The Village Square

Ernil simply stared at the girl who had bared her teeth at him. He was entranced, to be honest. He’d never been made to feel so inferior. It was almost thrilling. He knew that he was not intimidated by her physical show of supposed dominance or superiority, but by the simple fact that her race was most likely, at the base of strength, stronger than his. However, he was unphased. He had too much confidence to back off, but too little experience in the world to retaliate in any way. While he was immortal, he knew he was not invincible. He found himself unsure if he could overtake her in a physical fight, and he was not sure what action of his might trigger their exchange to reach such a point. So he simply continued to stare, his youth perhaps shown in the gesture.

ElilesMuiLuminarde

avpic

IMVU Newbie Content Creator BadgePandoras76Pandoras76 2ndCarrendar Dynasty
11

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
March 07, 2014 09:22PM
The Village Square

-Kazia stared back, her eyes darted around them to the continued crowd, she had options, she had his attention. He reminded her distinctly of the green pup they brought with them this trading trip, and someone was very foolish to send a pup out into the world with out a little bit of a guiding hand, or a guard that knew what they were doing. Didn’t they know there were wolves about.

The crowd seemed to die away and disappear in the corner of her mind as she circled the male tilting her head slightly and allowing the black locks to spill all to one side exposing her bare neck. She made a pass at him drawing up her hand she tried to drag her index finger down his chest, judging him with her eyes like she was examining a prized bull for breeding. When she lifted her eyes to make eye contact again, it was with a searing heat, should she ever see this male again out side the hold of the vikings, she would promise to have him in her bed furs, submissive males outside there breed were hard to come by, and so much fun, and to her, he seemed to have all the trade marks of a sub, or at least one she could work with if he wasn’t all that submissive.

She glanced back at the pack males waiting for her, she made a full circle around them and walked back to the trading hall where they waited not saying a word to him or even giving him a second glance. Instead she left him behind to his own devices, would he follow, or would he stick with the crowd who seemed prepared to attended to the funeral that was being prepared.

The Vollan males would not be attending, not because they were rude, but they both decided it was best to remain by there beta Kazia until Natsiya returned. –

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
March 13, 2014 10:43PM
Stargorn Bluff – The Funeral

https://i2.wp.com/i684.photobucket.com/albums/vv202/babylestat3/011gif-1.gif

The night air was ripe with the scent of burning oils that gave off a fine black smoke that trailed up to the heavens. Dozens of torches carried by men and only those that were to witness the final voyage of Tebas to Valhalla. Viking warriors, that had seen to it that the rites were carried out by laying with Anaka would all be present as she was led to the boat that was moored to the wooden pontoon. Decorated by the Angel of death herself, who stood on the pier dressed in ceremonial robes to mark the occasion.

Each warrior carried with them their shields and battle axes, as it was not only part of the ceremony, but a fitting tribute to the noble warrior that was the Chief’s own brother. Honrick and his son, Valkrik were the last to arrive, wearing their furs and leather specially made for this funeral. No expense had been spared by the Chieftain as his brother was much loved and respected of all the kinsman.

All women, bar Anaka and the Angel of death were kept locked inside their homes, for this…was men’s business and if the women knew what was to happen, there would be outrage even though this was a time honored tradition.

Anaka walked between two rows of Vikings, her head held high and wearing the finest of cloth. A dress made from wool and sewn with the symbol of Tebas upon her right breast. She was gestured to stand before a wooden structure that looked much like the frame of a door way. At this point the girl’s eyes became large as they darted between the men that surrounded her, for two came and tied her hands and her feet to the frame itself so she could no longer move freely. The Angel of death crept up to her, smiling as she offered the girl a drink from a chalice, that actually contained a special herbal brew. This was done to help dull the girl’s senses as she joined her Master for the final act of the funeral. Anaka sipped all that the cup had within it, small trickles running down her chin, which she could not wipe away. The two Vikings came back and raised the framed girl up and down three times as all sung out the name of her Master; Tebas.

Now the frame was carried on board the ship and placed directly over the body of Tebas, who lay on a golden covered bed, surrounded by herbs, flagons of wine along with a decapitated hen and cock. As the torches seemed to becoming closer, the girl started to cry out as the realization hit her that she was to be burnt alive. But this was not the case. The Vikings all began to bang their battle axes to their shields in a drum beat like rhythm that would drown out her cries and screams, which might deter other girls from seeking death with their masters in the future.

The Angel of death knotted a rope around the terrified girl’s neck, handing a length to each of the Vikings that had been with the girl every step of the way. The beating of shields got louder, as the Angel of death raised on high a broad dagger, the blade of which glistened in the light of the torches. As she screamed out the name of Tebas, the two vikings pulled on the rope, as the Angel of Death plunged the dagger into the chest of the stricken girl. Blood spewed up and out of the puncture wound, as the girl’s eyes were left wide open in terror. Her neck almost severed by the rope, which had pierced her skin and caused almost instant death. Her blood ran down her body and onto that of the Master, whose eyes had long since closed.

The girl now dead, was a fitting sacrifice to join with Tebas in his voyage to Valhalla.

The Angel of Death left the boat, along with the two vikings, who had done what was expected of them without fault. Many torches were thrown onto the vessel which immediately caught light as it was pushed from it berth, to float down the bay and to the outlet of the sea.

https://i2.wp.com/images.t-nation.com/forum_images/b/3/b3f9e_ORIG-viking_funeral.jpg

Honrick and Valkrik watched with little emotion. This was part of life, and the honored way to go into death.

<3>

Rate this:

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • Tumblr
  • Pinterest
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

House of Ghar (6) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

14 Friday Mar 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in House of Ghar

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

collaboration, Mirari, roleplay, Shackled Inn, The Village Square, Vikings, Village Square Ernil, writing

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 04, 2014 06:19PM
The Village Square

As Valkrik waited outside the Shackled Inn for his father, the Chieftain; it seemed there was a disturbance within the village square by the arrival of a strange looking man. He stood out not just by the clothes he wore, but also by the fact he had oddly shaped ears. Clearly, this being was not human, nor a Norseman.

https://i0.wp.com/cdnl.complex.com/m.php/CHANNEL_IMAGES/POP_CULTURE/2013/06/best-tv-shows-2013-so-far/oyucs_vikings_613151.jpg

Already a large group of vikings that had been unloading the ships, could see this man standing looking lost in the village square, and the interest in him was mounting. Though the Vikings were generally considerate and welcoming to traders and travelers, this particular fellow stood out like dogs balls.

With shield in hand, Valkrik approached the lost looking individual, and then spoke with heavy norse accent.

“Here to trade, or are you lost?’ It was a perfectly logical set of questions, though not exactly welcoming. Already Valkrik had had the worst day of his life, and his patience had already been pushed beyond it’s limits. A few vikings in the back ground bared their teeth at the elf man, as Valkrik awaited an answer.

The Shackled Inn

Though Valkrik had left his father in the Inn with the Vollan woman, he was still interested to hear why the plight about the werewolves was so dangerous, he did suddenly find that Natsiya was after trade of silver based weapons, that could be used to fight off the werewolves. Their own mountains were depleted of silver threads, and Honrick happened to know that the ship Valkrik had sailed back on, was loaded with weapons and bounty, including silver based weapons, such as spear tips, and swords. This was one of the reasons the voyages were always profitable for the vikings. Not only did they get slaves, goods, and weapons from the dead on the battle field, it also meant that they were viewed as a much stronger trading partner.

https://i1.wp.com/cdn.hitfix.com/photos/2759051/Gabriel-Byrne-in-Vikings_event_main.jpg

“Come down to the boats, and you will see what we have available. I think you will find what you are in need of, and I would gladly take the hunting wolves as payment.”

The chieftain rose from his wooden bench, and then gestured to Natsiya for her to follow him outside the Inn.

<3>

SalemWarrick

avpic

0

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 04, 2014 07:25PM
Village Square

Ernil was about ready to draw his bow at the snarling men, but their leader seemed to be decent enough. He very quietly drew out an ornately folded letter on pristine paper with the seal of Celandiam keeping it together and bowed. “Message for the Chieftain from the Lady of the Last Homely House, sir.” It didn’t matter to the Elf that this man might not even be anywhere near the ruling class. He wanted to be home as soon as possible. He was tired of carting around messages, and this trip (though it was his first outside the hidden city’s walls) was no exception to his lack of enthusiasm. He looked up at the stranger through his long lashes as he waited for the Viking to take the letter from him, praying to high heaven that he would. Letters from Celandiam were always heavy, both with the burden of knowing it was an important message and the fact that his beloved Queen like to use a lot of words. A lot being an impressively massive understatement of understatements.

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 07, 2014 09:42PM
Back to the Village

Despite the activity going on around the village, Eyyrs made it back to her hut without incident. She slipped inside and immediately began to gather her things, shoving them into her travel sack without bothering to make it neat. She needed to put some distance between herself and her…well she didn’t know what Valkrik was to her now. She just needed to be away from him.

Once her things were packed, she set the sack near the door next to her shield before she sat down to check the sharpness of her blade. It was dull in spots and she set about sharpening it as much as she was able.

She knew things were going to be rough for her, being out on her own.

“No good can come from you laying with HIM!” the Shaman woman’s words haunted her thoughts once more. She shook her head.

“I will not think of it any longer. It’s for the best that I go.” she whispered to herself.

LethalSin

avpic

GLLKaos Products and DesignsKaos Products & Designs
49

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 13, 2014 06:45AM
Asgard 

Amid the hustle and bustle in the great dining halls there was a single Valkyrie who stood by Odin’s side in complete silence obviously she meant a great deal to Odin who was engrossed in conversation with a lesser Valkyrie who nodded before walking away and out of the great hall where the fallen where brought. It was then Odin turned to the Valkyrie at his side before he spoke with a deep baritone voice. “Go find Valkrik of Ghar and watch over him…Luna….” Luna nodded silently before she opened her voluminous wings and took flight leaving the great hall. As she left the great hall Odin would watch her intently before shrugging and going back to resting in his throne. Once Luna had left the great hall she would make a stop at her humble abode which was not a few feet away from her god’s great hall for the fallen. While there she grabbed her trusty long sword and her shield as well before making her way down to Midgard the realm of the mortals.

The Village Square 

A sudden gust of wind blew through the village square where Valkrik stood as the clouds in the skies parted to allow the passage of a great being. Slowly on wings of white down Luna descended into the village square her sword drawn and shield at hand, though both hung at her sides for the moment. The Valkyrie was dressed in a low cut leather tunic and leather leggings both brown in color. Her helmet carried upon its sides a pair of wings signifying the power she carried within her body. Speaking of her body it was well toned and lithe in its grace as she walked towards Valkrik while speaking with a voice laden with power and authority. “Which one of you is Valkrik of Ghar?” As she spoke her emerald eyes would scan the crowd as they backed away in fear of the mighty Valkyrie. Such fear brought a slight smile to her face before she spoke again this time with a slightly annoyed tone. “I said which of you is Valkrik of Ghar….I wish to have words with the warrior….” It was quite clear that Valkrik had better step and soon or the Valkyrie would leave in the same way she had come. As she waited in the midst of the square looking about her wings would ruffle slightly before folding against her back for the time being.

https://i2.wp.com/i1151.photobucket.com/albums/o627/XerxeAmarante/Valkyrie2_zps195ed5e9.jpg

ElilesMuiLuminarde

avpic

IMVU Newbie Content Creator BadgePandoras76Pandoras76 2ndCarrendar Dynasty
11

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 13, 2014 12:02PM
The Shackled Inn
-she smiled softly and was glad she saved an extra roster of trade able hunting wolves (that didn’t include there breeding stock of course) to bargain with for the weapons they needed. Honrick stood up now and gestured for her to follow him.

“Come down to the boats, and you will see what we have available. I think you will find what you are in need of, and I would gladly take the hunting wolves as payment.” 

Natsiya nodded and slide off the bar stool as well. Men glanced at her rear end the wolf tail obviously notable, but her skirts were also made with fur, so many, just brushed it off as extra fluff. She walked just a couple of steps behind Honrick letting him lead the way out of the Inn tavern and into the village.

She noted a commotion forming down near the docks, she spotted Kazia watching the commotion curiously. She sent a mental shout to her pack mate, “What’s going on,” she asked Kazia responded back, “looks like a elf wandered in…think he’s lost, no…looks like he’s got a envelope of some kind, want to me get closer,” 

“please, were allies here, but something bad happens to this village, it effects us to,” she responded back with her thoughts. Kazia nodded to her from the distance and she could see the Ice-wolf female dismount her riding wolf while uttering a command to the two males.

Natsiya turned her head towards Honrick and wondered if he saw what was going on as well.

Village Square:

Kazia elbowed her way through the crowds of people her long black hair actually getting tangled on people’s armor and weapons. Finally the thin woman made it to the front of the crowd and spotted the poor elf bowing to the large Viking that looked very comfortable holding his weapon. Perhaps to excited to use it.

“(stupid elf, are you trying to get yourself killed wandering into a place like this),” Kazia said out loud, she was very versed in most elven languages, though as for which one this young man spoke she wasn’t sure, she just went with the first one that came to mind.

She didn’t know if he had heard her but he was now holding out a thick parchment, a letter with a seal on it,“Message for the Chieftain from the Lady of the Last Homely House, sir.” he said.

Kazia glanced at the man who she saw earlier approach him, he had come out of the Inn where her pack leader also had arisen, perhaps this was the chiefs son she had been hearing whispers about. She waited with baited breath now to see what would happen next.

That was when the most unexpected of event’s occurred, a Valkyrie of all things swooped down into the village Square. Was it just her, or was this a strange day for…creatures. She was going to have to talk to Natsiya about coming to this village a few days AFTER the trade ship arrives, because with all these other supernatural things around, it’s a lot harder to hide the fact that they themselves are supernatural, not including there ability to cast ice spells weren’t known to some degree.

While people were distracted Kazia approached the elf cautiously and reached out to try and grasp his arm with a harsh whisper into his ear, “(They don’t like creatures like us, you should come here openly showing what you are. Come with me, I’ll be sure the chief gets his letter, but in the mean time…your in a very dangerous spot…especially with that here),”she said pointing at the Valkyrie speaking entirely in elven.-

((((( “(sentences written like this are talking in elven),” ))))))))))))

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 13, 2014 06:31PM
Village Square.

By now, the center of focus for many Vikings both male and female, was on the elf that had wandered right into a very dangerous position. “Message for the Chieftain from the Lady of the Last Homely House, sir.” One of the larger Vikings, Asgaut stepped forward, as Valkrik was about to accept the letter from Ernil.

https://i2.wp.com/media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/5b/d5/40/5bd540ca2998cefcdc2c7612d1699635.jpg

“Who be the fool with such pointy ears to expect the Chieftain to read words from a Elven Queen, hmm?” Asguat, who happened to be Valkrik’s cousin rubbed his stubbled chin, and sneered at Ernil. “Valkrik…could be a trick. I sense treachery.” the beast of a blonde man growled, ready to shove the elf to the ground with his spiked shield. Already with many out in the square, this was turning into a spectacle, that could end two ways. A dead elf, or…a very badly beaten up one.

Just then Honrick emerged from the Shackled Inn with Natsiya, only to see the disturbance, and then ogre like Asguat looking set to start a fight.

“STEP ASIDE, ALL OF YOU!” The Cheiftan bellowed, as he pushed his way through the fur and leather clad throng. Finally getting to the center of the action, he saw the envelope being held by Ernil and asked his son “What is this?’ Valkrik replied with little emotion. “An Elven messenger with a death wish. he brings word from the Lady of the Last Homely House.”More or less recited word for word, so that nothing was missed. The Chieftan raised a hairy brow and then snatched the letter, tearing it open. He muttered loudly and then turned to one of his advisors, a short statured man with a large staff. “I can’t read this!” He roared, now getting more than just annoyed. The advisor, who was a well travelled man took the letter and started to read it to the Chieftain.

https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSgBfrqnIfZ3HXgEtDywDkenACF57DQwJwltcvqaOBDAV-QZtTt

With the matter now in the hands of the Chieftan and the council advisor, Valkrik withdrew from the crowd, no longer seeing himself as needed in such events. Clearly, he was over the whole supernatural show that was taking place, and it only made his insides churn for his own secret was now barely able to be concealed. Course…when it rains…it pours.

“Which one of you is Valkrik of Ghar?” 

The voice was one of authority, however it was that of a woman. A woman who was dressed in in a low cut leather tunic and leather leggings both brown in color. Her helmet carried upon its sides a pair of wings signifying the power she carried within her body. She was a Valkyrie

“I said which of you is Valkrik of Ghar….I wish to have words with the warrior….”

Stepping out from the crowd, which would have heard the woman without a doubt, he approached her, whilst still holding his shield, a perplexed look on his face.

“I be Valkrik of Ghar. We shall not have words here, but in the council village hall.”

That said, he started to walk back towards his Father’s hall, leaving behind the crowd, his father and the elf with the message. Asguat spotted Valkrik walking away, and hurried off after him. This Valkyrie looked to be trouble, or at least that was his thoughts. Valkrik walked at a brisk pace, wondering who the hell he pissed off, to be having to deal with all this….today. Had the death of the Quartermaster brought about all these creatures?

https://i0.wp.com/24.media.tumblr.com/10cac15d3df27da6b6f2dfc807d3064a/tumblr_mjpz3dudO31rgjyqbo1_r1_250.gif

He was about to find out.

<3>

SalemWarrick

avpic

0

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 14, 2014 06:44PM
The Village Square

Ernil simply stared at the girl as Honrick took the letter, before turning his eyes to the Chieftain, the other man already forgotten. “My duties given by my Queen are done, my lord. If you do not require me to bear a response at the moment, I should be returning. She bid me say unto you that if you desire the meeting to be here in your village, it will be done, but that the halls of the Last Homely House are always open.” The elf bowed his head, but he itched to fly. There was no way in all high Heavens that this Viking lord would already have a response, unless he was more ignorant than Ernil believed. He looked at the female’s hand still on his arm, and cleared his throat slightly, in a way that only an Elf would know was directed at her. Habits will do as they do, and he hadn’t even the awareness to hope that Honrick didn’t think he had anything else to say.

LethalSin

avpic

GLLKaos Products and DesignsKaos Products & Designs
49

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 21, 2014 09:57PM
Just outside the Village Council Hall 

The Valkyrie had followed Valkrik silently before she smiled faintly. It had honestly been some time since she had last had a smile grace her full sensual lips. Luna’s eyes carried the power of her bloodline and that of her heritage as well as the mournful sorrow of untold centuries of combat and watching her friends and ally’s fall. With a soft sigh she would look upon Valkrik’s back without a sound waiting for him to open the doors. Silent as stone she stood waiting for those doors of oak to open before walking in behind the viking warrior. Slowly she sat down on one of the oak tables and crossed her left leg over her right before gazing into the viking’s eyes silently. She knew it was bound to be highly unnerving as few could look openly into her icey eyes without wetting themselves. As she stared at valkrik in complete silence she would tap her left index finger against her chin while pursing her lips in thought. Even though she was an elder among Valkyries this was Luna’s first time actually visiting the human realm of Midgard.

ElilesMuiLuminarde

avpic

IMVU Newbie Content Creator BadgePandoras76Pandoras76 2ndCarrendar Dynasty
11

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 24, 2014 10:25PM
The village square
-Natsiya was left in the dust after all the commotion, as for Kazia. Well, the elf man cleared his throat after saying his piece with the chieftain. As if this comely male had any right to tell her, a alpha bitch in her own right of a ice wolf pack, what to do.

Instead her response would have been to grip his arm harder maybe to hurt him, maybe to show her strength but she had no way to judge how strong he really was, her teeth bearing only slightly, to anyone else but probably him it might have looked like a grin, but it was a show of her sharp teeth, and at there close range he would have been able to clearly see the brief instant of her pupils turning into thin slits before rounding again. Only after she felt she had asserted her dominance in that regard, she released his arm and backed away, leaving him to the ‘wolves’ (haha…puns).

just outside the village council hall

As for Natsiya, she watched the young man, Honricks son, lead the Valkyrie to the council hall. Seeing as Honrick was busy, and she still intended to trade him the hunting wolves for the silver weapons, she felt her wild side tug her towards the strange encounter that she might be able to glimpse happening between the viking boy and the low level goddess like creature.

She followed at a distance watching them more curious then anything else, and as they entered the council hall she leaned casually outside the doors against a wall, and listened carefully hoping to catch some of the conversation with her heightened hearing. If anything else, she was hoping he might be able to show her what there was to trade on the ship sense Honrick seemed busy now.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 25, 2014 06:37AM
Village Council Hall

Valkrik sat himself down on a large wooden carved stool, the walls behind him covered with various pelts of fur. He held in his right hand a bladed axe, and watched as the Valkyrie sat herself down, and then tapped her lip. Merely watching the Viking. How odd. Was it not she that called for this meeting, and had words that she wished to say to him? For right now, all she did was sit with one leg crossed over another and remained silent.

One of the council hall staff brought over a mug of ale and handed it to Valkrik, who toyed with the bone made mug. The staffer backed away, but it was clear this meeting was drawing a crowd, from those that were not bold enough to enter, but watch through the windows and at the door. Valkrik’s eyes went from each opening of the hall, and if looks could kill they would all be dead. How he hated gossip mongering braggards that loved nothing more than to spread the word of gossip carelessly before any fire in the village.

https://i2.wp.com/www.history.com/news/history-blog/files/2013/02/hb-vikings-ragnar.jpg

The Viking took a sip of his ale, before setting it down on the table beside him. Seconds seemed like minutes and the Viking’s patience was running thin.

“Would you do me…and everyone listening a favour and speak what it is you have to say.”

He was blunt and to the point.

<3>

 

Rate this:

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • Tumblr
  • Pinterest
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

House of Ghar (5) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

14 Friday Mar 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in House of Ghar

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

Ghar, House of Ghar, Mirari, roleplay, Shackled Inn Honrick, Shackled Inn Valkrik, The Shaman, The Village Square Elves, Vikings, Vollan, writing

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 28, 2014 09:30PM
“I did not watch. he stated. That mollified her somewhat, but it was still embarassing. She nodded in thanks and he moved toward the door, opening it for her. “We should go.”

Taking a deep steadying breath, she moved to step out into the light of the day. The doorway wasn’t wide enough for two people and she had to press against him to ease her way out. What she was NOT expecting was the surge of lust that went through her as their bodies brushed together. She bit back a moan by sheer willpower alone as she quickly moved away from him. She didn’t dare look him in the eye, instead she proceeded him down the path to their (well hers now that she thought about it) father’s hut, in the center of the village.

She ignored the younger warriors who eyed her striding figure. She was done with overeager possessive men and it would be a cold day in Valhalla before she let another man get that close to her again. She gave them her fiercest glare, causing a few of them to turn tail and run. It was no secret in their village that Eyyrs despised men on general principals…and now she had even more reason to loathe the species.

Except for Valkrik.

There was something about him…

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 29, 2014 06:21AM
The Shackled Inn

Honrick roared with laughter at Natsiya’s quip that his daughter would be highly prized among the Vollan. Her description for the men folk had him in stitches, and he near spit out his beer, when Natsiya said that most men would wet their breeches as soon as look at her wolves. She added of course, that Ghar men were the stellar example of what men should be like in her view. The more she spoke, the more the Chieftain agreed. It was not often a woman held Honrick’s attention so, and this put a few ideas into his mind.

“Have you been introduced to my son Valkrik? He is a fierce fighter, and I dare say he would be able to sire very strong young.”

Was he trying to marry Valkrik off? That would surely not go over well. Maybe he should stick to trying to find a man for Eyyrs, though he doubted many feared her, especially with her treatment of her own brother. You’d think the girl hated her brother, the way she always tormented him about not going to sea. Honrick eased back in his chair, sipping his ale, and waited to see what Natsiya would say.

Village square near the Shackled Inn

https://i0.wp.com/mejorenvo.com/uploads/imagenes/vikings_1.jpg

Walking back together from Eyyrs’s house, Valkrik kept a stony looking appearance while he had his sister by his side. Word of the whereabouts of Eyyrs’s Quartermaster was had not yet spread, so it seemed for the moment he wasn’t missed, but that was sure to change soon. People had gathered at the Shackled inn and quite a crowd as well. High chances were that the Chieftain was drinking there. Thinking this the case, he said unto Eyyrs.

“Father is in the Shackled inn, by the looks of things. We should go in together.” he said firmly, not really giving her a chance to reply. Marching on ahead, women parting the way as he walked through and reached the door. He pulled open the door forcefully, and entered the smokey inn, only to see his father in talks with a maiden who wore clothes like those of the mountain people. Vollan perhaps. Honrick had been keeping tabs on the doors, and so when he saw his son enter first, he tried to wave him over.

“Son…this darling creature was just asking about you. Why not sit here and join us for ale.”

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 29, 2014 11:13PM
“We should go in.” Valkrik spoke as they reached the doorway to the Inn. Eyyrs could hear her father’s deep laughter from within and took a deep breath.

“I’m ready.” she nodded. He yanked open the door and she followed him inside, walking behind his large frame as he parted the crowd easily.

https://i2.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/Lagertha-vikings-tv-show-33637308-500-256_zps66998a73.gif

Over his shoulder she could see her father speaking cheerfully with one of the women, the Vollan leader from the looks of it. He spotted Valkrik first, not seeming to notice that Eyyrs was behind him.

“Son…this darling creature was just asking about you. Why not sit here and join us for ale.”

At that, Eyyrs frowned fiercely, wondering what their father was up to. She couldn’t help but feel a little protective of Valkrik after what she found out about him.

“Or maybe you’re a bit possessive because you’re lusting after him.” a voice cropped up in her mind. She punched that voice in the face, mentally stabbing it with her sword before burying it out to sea. Valkrik was not hers to claim. He was raised as her brother for Odin’s sake!

But it didn’t stop her mind from picturing him naked and laying among her furs. What the hell was wrong with her?

https://i1.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/tumblr_mmfhkt9cDx1qbcl6ro1_500_zps31ee5dd0.gif

Snarling, more angry with herself and the situation she suddenly found herself in, she turned on her heel and left the Inn. She couldn’t be around him one more second or she would end up doing something foolish. She went to her stable where Vor greeted her with a flicker of ears. She quickly climbed onto his back and kicked him into a gallop, making for the path to the Bluffs of Vanir for a quiet moment of reflection.

https://i0.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/tumblr_mqx880u9KB1r4zr2vo2_r1_500_zps9042700b.gif

ElilesMuiLuminarde

avpic

IMVU Newbie Content Creator BadgePandoras76Pandoras76 2ndCarrendar Dynasty
11

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 30, 2014 09:08PM
The Shackled Inn

-Natsiya shared in laughter with Honrick. Not all the men they encountered pissed there pants when they saw the giant wolves, but it was more then it should have been. But it was a hilarious thought. He had her attention that was sure, she needed to bring up the issue now, if it was a good chance as any, and if the people in the Inn over heard well, so be it, the more the merrier perhaps some might even help the pack free lance if the chief wasn’t very interested.

They grew silent for a moment as Natsiya thought how to approach the subject and she opened her mouth to speak, Honrick beat her to the punch, “Have you been introduced to my son Valkrik? He is a fierce fighter, and I dare say he would be able to sire very strong young.”

Natsiya blinked and chuckled shaking her head, “nay, not that I can recall Honrick, and I’m sure your boy could quite possibly sire strong young, but Vollan women like there men submissive” she said, mostly sounding plight considering the fact that the human male couldn’t sir young with a Vollan female even if he fucked every female in the pack till his balls fell off, well, that is if that was what Honrick was implying.

Now it was her turn to speak, “Honrick, I sought you out because Vollan has a problem, it’s a pack of werewolves…”she managed to tell him, and suddenly that conversation ended fairly quickly as Honrick smiled and waved down someone who had just entered the Inn.

“Son…this darling creature was just asking about you. Why not sit here and join us for ale.” 

Natsiya turned on her bar stool and looked up at the man he was implying to, her nostrils flared in-taking the scent of the room, she caught a hint of blood, but it was gone as quickly as she picked it up, washed away by the smell of alcohol. For a moment her ice blue eyes narrowed slightly, the primal side of her showing, before the human facade returned.

Now she saw the man, and a different primal side of her reared it’s ugly head, the man was as large as a Vollan male, but he wasn’t in any way a submissive like them, he would have been, in best comparison, the son of an Alpha Bitch. She stared at a side of her urging her to challenge him right there in the Inn, where that came from she wouldn’t ask, instead she cracked a half smile and nodded her head a little, her snow white hair falling forward just a little bit into her face before looking up at him again.-

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 01, 2014 08:15PM
The Shackled Inn

Valkrik was more than aware, that his sister had taken her leave, probably due to the fact she had totally been disregarded by her Father, as he set about trying to get Valkrik to meet his drinking companion. A Vallan of all things. Valkrik, looked over his shoulder to see Eyyrs leave, and grumbled under his breath, before turning his attentions back to the white haired maiden, that was really only showing him vague interest. Valkrik wasn’t interested. Not remotely. He just had heard such tales of how the Vollan women were dominant in their society and preferred their men to be….well submissive. Valkrick was anything but. If he was going to take a woman, he wanted to be on top…literally.

Taking up a mug of ale, all he did was grunt towards the female, then turned his attention back to his Father.

https://i0.wp.com/25.media.tumblr.com/cecac16b09bceb5b25717a2979c34cc5/tumblr_mjpc8zJMHy1qlmm69o2_250.gif

“We were to go to your brother’s house…to prepare for the final voyage.” Valkrik said sternly, before glancing back at the white haired woman. She had spoken to Honrick about her problem with a pack of were wolves. Supernaturals. Valkrik took a large swig of his ale and slammed down the tankard, before belching loudly.

“We are Ghar. Vikings of the North. Why we go after werewolves…when they do not attack this settlement?”

Honrick frowned. It seemed like Valkrik was not wanting to help the Vollan, who were trade partners of the Ghar for many years.

“Because, it is part of our treaty.”

“Bah. I wait outside.” Valkrik pushed back his chair, and then thundered out of the Inn, leaving many whispering as to his demeanor. Honrick looked to where he had gone, and sighed.

“My son and his men, have just returned from a voyage and war on the southern lands. He is probably tired. Needs to rut!” He said with some confidence. The Chief then asked Natsiya. “What do you need from us?”

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 02, 2014 11:08PM
Bluffs of Vanir

https://i0.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/tumblr_mqx880u9KB1r4zr2vo2_r1_500_zps9042700b.gif

The Bluffs of Vanir were a beautiful yet peaceful place. Eyyrs often came when she needed to be alone and think. No one bothered her and although most knew of the place, they understood it was her private place and didn’t intrude upon her.

Climbing from Vor, she let him wander to graze as she made her way to the small stream that was traveling through the landscape. With a sigh, she sat down, staring out at the water, her chin resting upon her knees.

It had not been the best of days for her.

Valkrik coming home, and that thing with Soren, then finding out about Valkrik’s true origins and her sudden attraction to him…

“Why can’t my life be easy?” she sighed, pressing her head to her knees.

She climbed to her feet, slipping off her boots and setting them aside. Gathering up her skirts, she pulled them to her thighs and stepped into the stream, walking along the shoreline and chuckling when small fish grew too curious for their own good and nibbled at her toes.

The afternoon sun shone down upon her and in that moment of solitude, she was simply a woman enjoying her time alone, keeping thoughts of Valkrik from her mind.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 02, 2014 11:30PM
The Bluffs of Vanir

Yes, no one with a brain bothered Eyyrs when she was in her special place, but that did not mean that others would find their way there, some had even claimed this spot for its spiritual significance long before Eyyrs was born. One such woman, was the Angel of Death. She had a name of course, but over the years, many had simply forgotten it. Oddly enough, the shaman did not age. One would expect that since she had been with the clan over two hundred years, that she should be pushing up flowers, but not this woman. With vibrant flowing red hair, and wearing the most scantily clad kit you had dared see on a woman, she was a sight to behold. Perfect rounded breasts, and an ass where many a Ghar male would have loved to have prodded her, but she also frightened many with her secretive ways, and the Chief had the highest respect for her. Able to speak of prophesies that came into fruition. There was no mistaking that this day….another had come to pass.

And so Eyyrs remained completely unaware that she was being watched.

https://i1.wp.com/image.blingee.com/images18/content/output/000/000/000/760/719361759_1006163.gif

“Heh….so daughter of Honrick, waking dreams are of a man you….simply can’t have.”

She walked into the clearing, carrying a large staff and tilted her head as she planted the tip of the staff into the grass. “So powerful you think you are. Men fall for you, like the petals fall from the blossoms, and yet…he is out of your reach.”

The Angel of Death teased Eyyrs and then took out a bag of bones, shaking them in her direction.

“THE BONES DON’T LIE!”

Her hand finally stopped shaking, and the eyes of the Angel of Death turned the deepest shade of green. She cast her gaze down at the water, and there she saw a bright red fish. Gasping, she looked at Eyyrs again and sneered. “So…blood was spilt and all for you. He is indeed powerful, but his emotional feelings for you….will bring him undone.”

She was speaking of course about Valkrik, and was not about to let up. She used her staff to capture the fish, striking it true with the pointed end. She stared at the fish, as it open and closed it’s mouth desperately to be put back in the sea.

“A horseman, cannot ride to be with Odin….unless he is given the proper rites.”

It was clear, the fish was a symbol of the death of the Quarter Master in the waters high above where they were now. The Shaman then softened her face, as she tossed the fish back into the watery pool.

“Find a simple man…have many babies…be happy. No good can come from you laying with HIM!” She warned, again shaking the bones at her violently.

<3>

SalemWarrick

avpic

0

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 03, 2014 05:04PM
The Village Square

Elves weren’t exactly the most discreet folk when about in other lands. Especially Sindarin, or Wood-elves. With long white hair and observant blue eyes, they attracted even more attention than the Silvan elves with only pointed ears and perfect complexion to show for their longevity. (Though, most elves do have long hair.) Ernil, our brave young warrior of only four hundred and nine, was seeking the Chief of Ghar. Of course, Ernil had never seen anything other than an Elf until now. With lots of humans around him, it was hard to say any looked Chiefly. Most of them just looked… boring. Of course, his only comparison were his own, vastly majestic people, and these Men were not exactly kings of their kind. He stopped in the middle of the square, gazing around, hoping to see someone wearing a crown or something, so he could be done with this task. He’d not wanted to leave the walls, but his Queen had insisted. She’d been looking frantically for her children and King, and hadn’t even taken the time to be kind about her request. He knew that he had to do it then, because she was so worried. While he stood there, lost in his thoughts of how horribly he loved the royal family, Ernil didn’t notice a few prostitutes begin to make their way towards him, nor did he notice the sailors on his other side take note of that and draw up their sleeves as they too walked toward the poor Elf-ling like moths to a light.

ElilesMuiLuminarde

avpic

IMVU Newbie Content Creator BadgePandoras76Pandoras76 2ndCarrendar Dynasty
11

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 03, 2014 08:58PM
-The man sat with her and Honrick taking a tankard of ale for himself as well taking a large swig. He had responded to her with little more then a grunt, she arched her eyebrows surprised at his response, considering her clan was a ally and you would think he would treat a ally with more respect.

She stared at him openly and it dawned on her that she had met this man, a long time ago, when she was still a pup riding on her mothers lap into the village to make trade. This was a long time ago, when her mother was still alive, and still Vollan’s Alpha. She didn’t recall really liking him then either, he really was an alpha male, and even as a child, she wanted to challenge him for his dominance, it was her nature.

Mentally shaking her head she didn’t want THAT side of her coming to the surface, the wolf that she could turn into with a blink of the eye.

“We were to go to your brother’s house…to prepare for the final voyage.” Valkirck said drawing her attention back to reality, she realized they were having a conversion with out her.

Natsiya glanced at Honrick, “i did not know there was a death, My apologies to your loss,” she said bowing her head momentarily.

That was when he had so rudely belched in her direction, don’t get her wrong she has had her fair share of disgusting males, and she herself has let one rip, but at least she was decent enough to turn her head.

“We are Ghar. Vikings of the North. Why we go after werewolves…when they do not attack this settlement?”

Natsiya was suprised at is statement and her mouth fell opened just a little. his father was frowning, now that was offedning, and in her opinion she should be allowed to smack him a few times. But she was better then that, she snapped her mouth shut and narrowed her gaze at him.

“Because, it is part of our treaty.” his father responded and to make sure the point got across Natsiya finally spoke to the man,“These ‘werewolves’ haven’t attacked your settlement because they have to cross Vollan territory to get to it…” she spoke up but he didn’t even let her finish as he got up saying he would go wait outside, today was just interupt Natsiya day wasn’t it.

“My son and his men, have just returned from a voyage and war on the southern lands. He is probably tired. Needs to rut!” He said with some confidence. The Chief then asked her “What do you need from us?” 

Natsiya glaring at his retreating back she spoke, “well….as I was saying…they out number Vollan, and are willing to fight us for our territory….then will make there way here, and That is not the worse of it…they are breeding with the Cursed Ones, werewolves that started out human.” she said and made a grim face, “an attack from them, and a human will lose there mine to the wolf the first full moon,” she said.

“for now, until we know more what we are fighting, all I can ask of Ghar is to provide Vollan with some weapons, preferably some with silver in it, if you can provide it, Vollan men have been going into mountain caves this past winter trying to find a silver vein, but we’ve had no success yet, if you can get these iteams for me…I give you this entire seasons stock of hunting wolves, of course accept those that we need to continue the breeding line,” she said.

“I will not ask Ghar to fight in this battle, I do not wish your people to be…harmed by this….curses and all, they have only challenged my Clan for now,” she added looking at Honrick with sincerity. –

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
February 03, 2014 11:02PM
Eyyrs was startled from her musings by the village Shaman – a woman who was treated with more respect then herself.

“Greetings, Honored One. How fair you this day?” Eyyrs greeted.

“Heh….so daughter of Honrick, waking dreams are of a man you….simply can’t have.”

That stopped Eyyrs in her tracks. It was said that the Shaman woman had ways to know things that others didn’t and Eyyrs was seriously worried.

“So powerful you think you are. Men fall for you, like the petals fall from the blossoms, and yet…he is out of your reach.”

She shook her bag of bones at the young woman. “THE BONES DON’T LIE!”

She made several more readings there by the stream, frightening Eyyrs into a stunned silence. She gave Eyyrs one last piece of advice.

“Find a simple man…have many babies…be happy. No good can come from you laying with HIM!” she warned before disappearing as silently as she came.

Eyyrs stood trembling in place for a long moment. The Shaman woman was correct. She needed to forget every feeling of attraction she held for Valkrik. And to do that…

“I must leave the village.” she mumbled to herself. “I cannot stay, seeing him every waking moment of the day and not want to be with him. Yes…I will leave tonight, under the cover of darkness. No one need to know.” she nodded to herself, determined to follow through with her plan. Calling for Vor, she headed back to her home to begin packing a few of her belongings.

It would be dangerous for her, a single woman out in the wilds alone and she would miss her mother and father…but the risks far outweight the consequences if she were to stay.

 

Rate this:

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • Tumblr
  • Pinterest
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

House of Ghar (4) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

01 Saturday Mar 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in House of Ghar

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

CharlotteCarrendar, fantasy, LadyBelz, Mirari, relationship, SalemWarrick, siblings, the Village Eyyrs, Valkrik, Vikings, writing

 

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 24, 2014 11:12PM
Woods back to the Village

Eyyrs was begging her brother to look at her, but for the life of him he didn’t even know what he was anymore. Valkrik, son of Honrick was a beast from hell. He was not human, he couldn’t be. Valkrik flinched as his sister reached for his cheek, and then the wings parted enough to show him in all his demonic glory. He had become the very thing he had despised for so long. Valkrik prided himself on being Ghar. Now…he was an enemy to all he held dear.

Wordlessly he stared at his sister, afraid of her reaction. Would she flee? He didn’t even know how much he had altered his own form, and if he did see himself, lord knows how he would behave.

“Why?”

It was the only word that he could come up with. Why? Why was he this way? This had never happened to him before in his life, but then again his sister was in terrible peril, and the depth of feeling for her….turned him into the beast to save her.

Tears trickled down his roughened cheeks as his wings pulled back further. He would be put to death, the moment the people found out. A demon walked among them

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 24, 2014 11:49PM
https://i2.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/125462871551_zpsd8876b69.jpg

Eyyrs had grown up hearing stories of how their people despised demons. And now discovering that her brother was one, spoke highly of his origins.

His wings parted and she got her first look of the demon’s face. But she did not see a demon. She saw her brother, Valkrik of Ghar. She would know his eyes, no matter what form he took.

Her other hand came up and rested against the opposite cheek.

“Why? he whispered. And she understood. She swiped her thumbs across the rough skin of his cheek, wiping away his tears.

“I don’t know why. But this is not who you are. You have a good and kind soul. You are ruthless, yes, but it was the way we were raised. Demon though you may be…you will always be one who I hold dear to my heart. You are not a mindless beast. You are the son of a Chieftan. And may Odin smite me should anyone dare bring you harm. They will feel the press of my steel against their heart until it beats no more.” she snarled, fierce in her protection of her brother. She pressed a hand against his heart, feeling it beating steady beneath her hand. “I love you.” And upon saying the words, she moved into his personal space, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her cheek against his shoulder, hugging the demon that was her brother in all but blood.

“On my honor as warrior of Ghar, I will keep your secret until the day Odin calls me to his side.” she whispered.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 25, 2014 05:45AM
Woods back to the Village

Valkrik’s whole existence up till this moment had been a lie. If he wasn’t Viking, then what was he? Who knew the truth? Did his mother? He hated to think, for she had been such a wonderful mother and would never have kept this from him on purpose? Did his Father know? Had there not been signs in his growing years that he was different? And why…why did it emerge when his sister was being attacked? The answer was simple. Love.

“I love you.” Eyyrs said, wrapping herself around him and pressing her cheek to his shoulder. The sheer feeling of warmth she gave was hard to describe. She had been his sister and he treated her as such. But in this moment, something between changed. He rested his head on hers and tried to hold back the wave of emotion, a tidal wave in effect. His wings fell back more, as the look on his face started to soften. It was like Eyyrs was the key to controlling the beast within. It emerged when she was in danger, great danger, and yet when she expressed her love….it retreated, letting Valkrik the viking reemerge.

“On my honor as warrior of Ghar, I will keep your secret until the day Odin calls me to his side.”

Valkrik placed his clawed finger under her chin, lifting it so she could see his face. His eyes starting to go back to the cold steel blue. “If they find out….I can never return.” Valkrik said with conviction. “We make a pact. Here…in this place. None shall know. Not till Odin…” At this he stopped a moment, and wondered if Odin would accept him, being what he was. Valkrik kissed the top of his sister’s head, and slowly pulled himself from her, as he started to change back, his wings shrinking. The viking stood before her….a little worse for wear. He looked down at his broken sandals and torn clothes. Shrugging, he said.

“We need to get our stories straight. That the Quartermaster was killed…by an assassin. He was fought and fell from Narsan’s cliff.” It was a fabrication, but the best he could come up with. It might explain why he looked so battle scarred.

“We go…now.”

He offered her his hand, to lead her back towards the town. Valkrik was indeed grateful for her loyalty and love. He whispered as she takes his hand. “Eyyrs. I love you….”

But in what way?

https://i2.wp.com/cdn.hitfix.com/photos/2908072/vikings-rites-of-passage_article_story_main.jpg

Stargorn Bluff: Inside the Village

“Honrick of Ghar,” she repeated as she got closer, “greetings! I am Natsiya of Vollan, Alpha of the Vollan pack, do you remember me,” 

The silver haired chieftain raised his head from the talks he was having with elders, to see a fair haired woman, who was trying to garner his attention. Her name, Natsiya of Vollan. Oh, he remembered. The warriors that rode the wolves. They had a peace treaty between their people’s and allowed them to trade and bring their pups in for sale.

He dismissed his elders and then trudged through the soft soil around the trading tent right up to Natsiya.

“Odin be praised. It is good to see you again in our town. And yes, how can I forget the Vollan. I have the utmost respect for your people. How many pups have you brought down this time? I have interest for one myself. Our family has a new son, and he needs extra protection.” Gesturing for Natsiya to follow him to the large inn just to the left of the trade halls, he said.

https://i2.wp.com/cdn.uproxx.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/History_Vikings_Meet_Earl_Haraldson_SF_HD_still_624x352.jpg

“Come…we drink your return.”

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 25, 2014 06:47AM
Clearing in the Woods

He raised her chin to look upon her face, the cold steel blue returning to the fore.

“If they find out…I can never return…We make a pact. Here…in this place. None shall know. Not till Odin…” he paused here as if realizing something. She seemed to know what he was thinking and returned a hand to his cheek, getting him to look at her again.

https://i0.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/Ragnar-Lagertha-vikings-tv-series-34201117-500-211_zpsbe2e118d.gif

“Odin is a forgiving God. You will earn His favor as any warrior should. Tis not deed but belief in Him that allows you to be by His side.” she whispered. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering longer then was appropriate before she drew away. She didn’t know what possessed her to act as such but it seemed the right thing to do.

She rested her head upon his shoulder for another few moments before he returned her affection by kissing the top of her head and drawing away from her. She watched as his skin seemed to shrink upon itself until the man emerged beneath the demon. It was intriguing to watch and she was proud that he had allowed her to be witness to it.

He looked worn and ragged, his clothes ripped and blood splattered, his sandals gone from his feet. He stared at her intently.

“We need to get our stories straight. That the Quartermaster was killed…by an assassin. He was fought and fell from Narsan’s cliff.”

“Tis very isolated.” she agreed, thinking about the cliffs. “Aye…that shall do. And the rivers have washed away all signs of what…happened…before.” She trembled, thinking about the violation of her body. She was not going to break down in front of him. She would wait until she was in the privacy of her own home before falling apart.

He held his hand out to her and she placed hers within, no hesitation. She wasn’t scared of him, even with his new form hidden away once more.

“Eyyrs, I love you.” he stated, his gaze boring into her own. Her soul seemed to light up within at his declaration. He’d never once said those words to her before with such emotion and in that clearing…something significant changed between them. What that was…had yet to be determined.

“And I love you, Valkrik of Ghar.” she smiled, her expression warm, an emotion deep in her eyes that held an unknown meaning.

https://i1.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/Ragnar-Lagertha-vikings-tv-series-34201128-500-211_zps83ae49df.gif

ElilesMuiLuminarde

avpic

IMVU Newbie Content Creator BadgePandoras76Pandoras76 2ndCarrendar Dynasty
11

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 25, 2014 08:58AM
-Natsiya gave him the slightest of grins as the old man clearly did remember the Ice wolf Alpha.

“Odin be praised. It is good to see you again in our town. And yes, how can I forget the Vollan. I have the utmost respect for your people. How many pups have you brought down this time? I have interest for one myself. Our family has a new son, and he needs extra protection.” Gesturing for Natsiya to follow him to the large inn just to the left of the trade halls, he said.

Natsiya bowed her head a little bit, “ah Honrick, you do know the way to a woman’s heart!” she jested and followed him.

“as for a new son…when will you breed me some females, I could use a few in my pack,” she said it was all teasing on her part and it was with a smile that didn’t always reach her eyes, “but all jesting aside, I’m pleased to hear you have another son, this deserves more then just a hunting wolf Honrick, The riding wolves have had pups this season, and I’d like to gift two to the Chieftain house, Male and female of separate breed stock,” she added.

There was a bit of a tactic behind that, if giving them such an incredible gift, that the Ice Wolves rarely did, they might be more inclined to help them defend there territory from the shifter pack from the south.

They approached the Inn and Natsiya waited for the Chief by it’s entry way, letting him enter first.-

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 25, 2014 02:41PM
The Shackled Inn

The Chief walked into the Inn ahead of Natsiya and the room came to an abrupt standstill, to see their leader coming down to the local inn to drink amongest them. He raised a hand and smiled warmly. “Don’t stop the festivities. Drink…eat.” He commanded and all returned to their games, women and ale. Walking through between the tables, he found on that suited him and he swung his leg over a stool, his fur lined cloak billowing on the floor. A buxom wench placed down horned cups of ale and gave the Cheif a sly wink as she squeezed her ample breasts together, giving the Chief quite the sight. He laughed loudly and smacked her rear, before turning his attention back to Natsiya. The talk of breeding females had him chuckle, when thinking of his daughter Eyyrs.

https://i2.wp.com/i1.ytimg.com/vi/JbkX710w4uA/hqdefault.jpg

“I have this one wild child of a daughter. I swear she thinks herself more man than woman. Beauty to be sure, like that of her mother. Truly blessed. But do you think she can be tamed? Gah. Even Thor would have his hands full with the girl.” He took a sip from his horned cup and set it down.

“Not got any notable men that can take her on? I been thinking I may need to arrange her marriage, if she won’t be accepting the men here.” He asked, genuinely curious as to what the Vollan woman had to say.

Heading into the Village

Valkrik and Eyyrs were about to come out of the forest to where the path led to the town, and Valkrik released Eyyrs hand from his. He did this so as not to bring suspicion to what they had been up to, but also because they were siblings. Thoughts were going through Valkrik’s head now. If he was demon, then he can’t have been Sarras’s and Honrick’s true son. There was a large gap in his life’s story that needed to be filled. Not only that, when Eyyrs had kissed the edge of his lips, there was a feeling that he had….one that confused him. He said he loved her, but…did he LOVE her that way? He had never tried anything on with her, even though she was one of the most beautiful women in the town. She was his sister. Blood or not. He shot a look at her again, and he had to bury his feelings deep down, or else they betray him. He leaned in close and said.

“You need to cleanse yourself first. Wash away the stain from the Quartermaster. Then we see to our Father.”

Together, they headed back into town, and walked up to his sister’s house. He looked left and right, before leading her inside, where he shut the door behind them, and motioned for her to get clean and change her clothes.

https://i2.wp.com/24.media.tumblr.com/c1812fbb7131598f25ba4b5aa66cbc30/tumblr_mxitmv6pAq1s6bxzqo5_250.gif

<3>

ElilesMuiLuminarde

avpic

IMVU Newbie Content Creator BadgePandoras76Pandoras76 2ndCarrendar Dynasty
11

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 25, 2014 10:26PM
-Natsiya followed the chief into the inn where the many vikings were enjoying there drinks. One would have thought that being she was from a female ruled culture she might have a issue with how the woman tending to the patrients were treated, even by the chief as he sat himself comfortably on a bar stool and swatted the rear of the large woman who served him a drink.

That same woman gave Natsiya a side ways glance, one of slight envy of Natsiya’s prolonged years of youth and beauty and slammed her a horn of ale down with out the same grace she gave the chief and a forced grin of being pleased to serve her. No, Natsiya didn’t care even a little about how they were treated, you get what you ask for.

She heard Honrick chuckle about her comments of breeding and she returned the chuckle grabbing the ale she tossed a mouth full back and squinted her eyes a little before setting it back down.

“I have this one wild child of a daughter. I swear she thinks herself more man than woman. Beauty to be sure, like that of her mother. Truly blessed. But do you think she can be tamed? Gah. Even Thor would have his hands full with the girl.” He took a sip from his horned cup and set it down.

“Not got any notable men that can take her on? I been thinking I may need to arrange her marriage, if she won’t be accepting the men here.” he asked her, and she looked at him, he was very serious about that question.

Natsiya coughed a little bit and scratched her hair just behind her ears, thinking, “well, Honrick, you know just as well, it’s quite the other way around in Vollan, we females rule the pack, are in charge…we marry off the males to other packs to for the most part increase the gene pool. To us, your wild daughter, is a prized trait for a alpha bitch,” she said sipping her drink again. “like me,” she added.

She went quiet a moment and continued to think, “i suppose if I reverse the rolls…I could understand the trouble a head strong child could be, though I have none of my own, I help raise pups enough with my pack members,” she chuckled.

“she can be tamed, but tamed might not be the right way about it,” she shrugged, “as for notable men….meh….the only one’s I ever met wet there breeches the first time they saw my wolves, your villiage is the only one who aren’t yellow livered,” she said and took another swig and glanced at Honrick.-

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 2Minions ~ JerryMinionNY ZIP
Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 25, 2014 10:43PM
Home of Eyyrs

https://i1.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/3small11_Viking_house1_zps3008a1e7.jpg

“You need to cleanse yourself first. Wash away the stain from the Quartermaster. Then we see to our Father.” he had stated on their return to the village. She thought this was a sound

Neither one was seen on their return and he escorted her inside of her home without incident. She moved to the fire pit in the center of the room and had a fire instantly lit, casting shadows in the corners of the room.

“Thank you…for saving me.” she whispered in the quiet, her back to him. Her voice quavered and her shoulders shook as she silently began to cry. She felt dirty and used and she still had the sensation of Soren’s hands tearing at her body. With a moan of disgust, she ripped her clothes off and tossed them into the fire, watching as they burned away before she went in search of her water sacks. She poured the first over her head, washing away the smell of the dead man from her body before grabbing up a bar of pumice and scrubbing her body from head to toe until her skin was rubbed raw. She tossed the bar away from her, her teeth gritted in rage as she grabbed the second sack, dousing herself for a second time.

She tossed the sack away, planting her hands on the table in front of her, her breath flowing from her in heaving gasps as she struggled to control her anger and pain.

She had temporarily forgotten Valkrik was in the room with her. Her body and mind aching and sore, she pulled out a fresh set of clothes and dressed, combing her fingers through her wet hair and getting the tangles out.

When she felt moderately human once more, she turned to leave her hut, only to find that Valkrik was still present.

He had seen her breakdown…had seen the bruises on her body Soren had left…had seen her naked.

Her face flamed in embarassment.

“I-I’m sorry.” she stammered, at a loss for words. “I didn’t see you there.”

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 25, 2014 11:22PM
Home of Eyyrs

All the while that Eyyrs began to destroy her ruined clothes, and then start to wash off the stain of sex and blood, her brother stared directly ahead. Not at her, but at the memory of what the Quartermaster had done to her. It sickened him that a man would be so ruthless with a woman as beautiful as his sister. Though in his heart, he knew they were no longer blood, he had to maintain a certain distance. Yes, he would continue to watch over and care as a brother should, but if he had any other feelings, those should remain forever unseen. She made a promise to protect his secret, now he had to honor her.

Only when she saw him still standing there, when she was fully dressed again, did she speak, and it was a stammered babble of words. “I didn’t see you there.” She had been too caught up in the assault and she must still feel the press of his dirty hands on her. Valkrik lowered his gaze and replied. “I did not watch.”

At this he stood near the door and opened it, hoping she was now ready to face the day again. Their father no doubt wished to see them again, and he knew that he was expected to see to the funeral arrangements of their Uncle. Both Eyyrs and Valkrik has suffered today, but only they shared this. It was how it was to be.

“We should go.” Valkrik said, heading out into the street.

<3>

SalemWarrick

avpic

0

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 28, 2014 08:28PM
The White City

A billowing pillar of smoke flew at the rock face that jutted from the top level – the palace of the Dark One and the Necromancer. It landed on the edge of the great rock, moving through an open place in the stone railing made specifically for doing so. The black smoke burst into the form of Orothe, walking with purpose toward the great white doors. She shed her dress and accessories piece by piece as she walked, her black hair billowing behind her. By the time she reached the two guards at the door, she was completely nude, which resulted in their eyes being glued to her. She clucked her tongue and the two immediately began undressing. She nodded curtly and the guards attacked her body. They drove their shafts into her with loud moans and groans no doubt heard by those on the lower levels. Neither went anywhere near her face, and not once did she moan. As the guards continued to pound into her, she reached around the one at her front and dragged her nails down his back. His blood ran in rivulets from the large gashes she made, staining her hands, but he continued thrusting into her. She brought her hands to his throat, choking down his next moan before pulling with the shriek of a harpy and the strength of a wildcat. The front of his throat came loose in her hands as blood poured from the wound. She cast the bloodied flesh away as he fell limp on her bloodied breasts. The other guard had stopped thrusting and pulled out of her behind, but continued to pleasure himself while she dismounted his dead comrade. She turned to face him, eyeing his length before moving toward him again. Her hands mingled with his and another loud moan erupted from his (still intact) throat. She began to lower herself, coming to her knees before him. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, so he didn’t notice her teeth become a row of black points. She shrieked again and ripped at his testicles with her teeth, catching one in her hand as he screamed and fell back. Her teeth returned to normal pearly whites as she stood, tossing the testicle into the guard’s open mouth. Still nude and covered in blood, Orothe turned as if Mithrildanne stood before her, smiling wickedly before turning and disappearing behind the doors.

“Oromus!” She wailed, flitting through the halls. The maids didn’t bother fussing over her, but just cleaned up her trail of blood while others outside cleaned up the bodies. The Necromancer came upon her brother’s study and flung open the doors, shutting them behind her with a thought. It was immaculately neat, and the only room in the entire palace – and probably the entire city – that wasn’t white stone. It was ebony, and it was beautiful. She splayed herself on his desk, screaming again in her rage as she writhed in want for her soul-mate, husband, brother, and leader. Out in the hall, objects flew about, but the maids were relatively safe from her wrath, as would her lover be when he came to calm her before she deafened the entire city. 

Rate this:

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • Tumblr
  • Pinterest
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

House of Ghar (3) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

01 Saturday Mar 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in House of Ghar

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

characters, CharlotteCarrendar, Clan Vollan, ElilesMuirLuminarde, fantasy, Lady Belz, Lucy Lawless., music, norse, Odin, role play., Vikings, writing

ElilesMuiLuminarde

avpic

IMVU Newbie Content Creator BadgePandoras76Pandoras76 2ndCarrendar Dynasty
11

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 19, 2014 02:38PM
Stargorn Bluff: Inside the Village

-The bullhorn resounded again through Fjords of Greyfell. Natsiya nodded to her other three riders, with a second warning glare shot towards the young male. The large riding wolves growled lowly then leaped forward with restrained anticipation. Covering large ground they galloped down the tracheas cliff side along a narrow path usually meant for humans.

The third wolf, who bore no flag or even packs, was Natsiya’s second in command. As the wolves ran her white cloak flew from her head releasing the long silky black hair to flow with the wind, a female ice wolf. They took a turn around a large boulder and came out onto flat land. The path of the village just ahead of them.

“halt,” Natsiya called out to the wolves. The flag bearer and the young male stopped behind the two females. Natsiya nodded to the male carrying the light blue flag and he handed it off to the second in command.

“I and Kazia will approach first, when we call out, then you may follow,” she said to the two men.

“Is all this precaution really that necessary Natsiya,” Kazia asked as they egged there wolven mounts to continue onward towards the village gates.

Natsiya chuckled and smiled at her companion, “not really, but I don’t want that pup thinking I’m any different outside the den, he acts like he still needs to suckle his mother’s teat,” she commented with a short snort.

Kazia returned the sound and gave her pack leader a meaningful look, she was a wonderful alpha, and though very rough with the males, as they should be, she cared for all of them deeply. One might even say Natsiya loved her pack members openly, though the hard expression she wore for the most part might have told someone differently.

As per usual, the Ice wolves didn’t feel cold temperatures, and could dress in most clothings that one might see in summer settings. Mostly made of animal skin, furs and leather. Both Natsiya and Kazia wore fur skirts and a cropped leather tunic that hugged there skin. There feet were bound in leather and had a layer of fur wrapped over the tops of their boots. Kazia’s black wolf tail was wrapped around her waist while Natsiya’s was in full display at the side of her hip the end of it doing a slight happy little wag.

The ice wolf’s mount’s came to a stop as the village guard were seated lazily on either side of the village rode. About four of them, leaning on their vicious battle worn axe’s and a face to match them. They were skilled worriers, they didn’t need to be standing at the ready for action, they were already ready. Many of the inhabits stole glances at the strange riders, it had been a full year sense the Vollan wolves had come down from the mountain’s to visit the village. In that year, leaderships could have change, loyalties, and even feelings towards the wolf shifters.

“hail, The Vollan wolf pack come’s for trade, we bring with us are fur’s from the season and offer a portion of this season’s battle beasts litters, they are well trained wolves, great hunters, and even more ferocious killers in battle,”Natsiya said, not hiding any facts on why there pack had shown up.

“We have been listening for the bullhorn, we hope it’s arrival of the trade ship, some of our supplies are wearing thin,” her second in command spoke up as well.

Being women many would have probably waved them off, but the village had encountered ice wolves before, they knew that the females were in charge in there den’s, they would never let a male handle the affairs of the clan, even with outsiders. That and female ice wolves have a nasty habit of making ice spikes grow out the ground if you pissed them off enough.

“Aye, the ships have returned, you wolves weren’t far behind, you must have been sniffing at our heels for days,”one guard said, a big hulking man that when he stood, seemed to just continue to stand until he touch the sky.

“can you blame us, we have needs to, and rabbit fur and deer carcass only go so far,” Natsiya responded and nodded waving her hand towards the other two wolf riders that were waiting.

The two joined them and two of the guards approached the sled wolf inspecting there cargo to be sure they were telling the truth of what goods they were carrying. There were no wolf pups, instead there was a roster listing names of pups and the sir and dams. Pups would be delivered on a separate occasion.

Once they completed the task they waved them on through. They continued walking Natsiya leading them towards the docks. Some might have given them quick glances, others stared openly, and children most of all, would run up and steal quick touches on the giant wolves sides given them little scratches that the wolves didn’t seem to mind.

She was pretty sure, that the chieftain would hear soon that the Vollan pack was in the village. She hope so, she did have a few things to discuss with the Ghar, particularly about problems they were having with another wolf shifter tribe trying to intrude on the hunting grounds they shared with the Ghar house.-

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 19, 2014 09:12PM
Path to the Village

The whistle sound of the shield being thrown, hummed through the air and thankfully, our cranky Viking was paying attention. Never turn your back on an angry woman. He had learnt this before, and would have suffered again, had he not spun round at the dying seconds, with his battle axe aloft and struck at the spinning shield, sending it off course and hitting the ground hard. For all her ranting, he had to concede one fact, she was mighty pretty when mad.

Grunting angrily, he gripped his axe and proceeded to march up towards his Father’s main meeting hall, where the council of elders and his Father; the Chieftain would be waiting.

Sure enough, the guards were stationed outside the large oak building, and stood aside as Valkrik entered the double doors. A hush fell over the room, as Valkrik walked between elders and fellows alike, till he came to stand before the podium where his Father’s fur covered throne sat. His father looked every bit the Chieftan as he nodded to acknowledge his son’s return.

https://i0.wp.com/media3.onsugar.com/files/2013/03/12/5/192/1922507/6bb1b56aa9a2155b_earlharaldson_cinema.preview.gif

Valkrik knelt before his father, lowering his head in recognition and respect, while the large fire pits burnt brightly either side of Honrick’s chair. There was silence for a moment, and then the Chieftain spoke.

“Valkrik, you have returned to us victorious, with a good bounty of goods and slaves. Already the traders are champing at the bit to see your cargo. Odin be praised.”

There was a cheer from the surrounding elders, and Honrick gestured for his son to stand. The Chieftain came down from his chair, and placed his right hand on Valkrik’s left shoulder firmly. “I wish I could offer you as good news, Son. But alas, I must inform you that your Uncle Tebas passed away during the last week of your voyage home.”

This was a shock to Valkrik, who had learnt so much from the wise and powerful warrior in his youth. Valkrik’s eyes were full of questions for how he died, and the Chieftain recognized this at once. His fingers dug into his son’s shoulder, as though it pained him to say it.

“Hunting….he was hunting Elk…and killed by a great bear. He died with his sword in his hand. The bear was captured and slain.” Valkrik let out a sigh, for at least his Uncle died with honor, carrying his weapon to the very end. It assured him passage to Valhalla. The Chieftain lowered his hand from his son’s shoulder and then walked with him to the large window that overlooked the village, gesturing to his Uncle’s house.

“Today we go down and ask one of his women to join him on his final voyage. I want you to come. The Angel of death must perform the rites, and prepare his ship for the passing over.” Valkrik knew what this entailed, and kept his silence, only nodding in reply. It was not openly spoken about what happened when a noble died. Steeped in tradition, they had customs to perform that would shock those of the southern lands.

“I shall go with you, as you wish, Father.” Valkrik replied, as his father looked on, thankful to his son’s loyalty. The Chieftain then noticed the drops of blood, coming from Valkrik’s nose and pointed at it, saying; “Eyyrs?”

“Mhm.”

“Need to get her married. So she can beat up someone else.”

“Mhm.

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 1Minions 2Minions ~ JerryMinion
2047

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 19, 2014 10:26PM
River of Helje

It took some time for Eyyrs to calm down after the fight with her brother and she was feeling pretty low for her behavior. Valkrik had just gotten back and she went at him like the devil. Her love for him demanded she apologize, but her pride as a warrior would not let her.

With a sigh, she gathered up the things she needed to launder and a rock cake before leaving her hut and heading to the river.

There were a few other village women tending to their own things and after greeting the daughter of their Chieftain, they left her alone. She found a secluded spot out of view of the others and set to cleaning her clothing, checking to see if any of her garments needed mending or replacing as she did so.

Setting them across some rocks to dry, she removed what she was currently wearing and waded into the waters to cleanse her body more thoroughly then she had when she was with Soren.

With the water lapping at her thighs, she dipped her hands into the clear liquid and splashed it against her skin, shivering a bit at its coolness. Taking up the rock cake, she rubbed it along her arms and legs as she began to sing a song.

Her soft voice carried with the breeze, unknown to her, and several people stopped to listen for a few moments before they continued their activities.

One of those who heard the sweet sound was Quartermaster Soren, who’d come down from the Fjords with a new group of horses to house in the stables. With a wicked grin, he passed on the duties to a stableboy before he went in search of Eyyrs. The wench was going to warm his furs whether she liked it or not.

He quickly sought a path that would bring him behind her and out of her line of sight and he salivated as he watched her bathe. Her back was to him and he itched to get his hands on the rounded globes of her bottom as they glistened with water. She bent over to wash the lather from her legs and he nearly moaned when he caught a glimpse of that place between her thighs were he had planted his mast only hours before. He wanted to do so again and felt himself harden at the thought.

Grinning, he quickly stripped himself of his outer breeches and braes until he stood naked, proud as any warrior in the village and erect.

Trying not to splash to alert her to his presence, he slipped up behind her, slipping a hand between her thighs as he did so.

Eyyrs, who had thought she’d been alone, screeched like a banshee when she felt the hand between her legs caressing her sex. She recognized the hand, having just been with him that morning. She shoved herself away from him, turning at the same time, covering her breasts as she did so.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” she yelled, glaring at him.

“I’ve come to claim you as mine. And make no mistake Eyyrs of Ghar…you will be mine before this day is out.” Soren grinned. Eyyrs cursed herself for not bringing her weapons with her…but she wasn’t exactly expecting to be stalked while having a private bath.

“Come near me and I’ll kill you.” she hissed. Soren took up her challenge with gusto, charging at her full speed. Eyes wide, Eyyrs knew she didn’t stand a chance with her being naked. She was beginning to regret being with him, if this was the result. She turned as much as the water would allow and made a run for shore.

She had just reached the edge when she was tackled from behind. She fell to the ground, the wind knocked from her as Soren flipped her onto her back, pinning her arms to the ground. She started to kick, hoping to catch him off guard and between his legs, but he simply used one hand to pin her wrists and the other to grab a leg to pull her open. She fought all the harder as she recognized what he was about to do.

His head descended and he bit at her left breast, causing a flare of pain through her body. She was beginning to become frightened.

“Get off me, you great oaf!” she shouted.

“When will you realize that you are mine. I own you.” Soren grinned, planting his larger body between her legs. She could feel him, large and hot against her thigh. She fought harder but it was like moving stone with a feather. He began to slide into her and she screamed loudly, the sound echoing across the valley.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 19, 2014 11:08PM
River of Helje

https://i1.wp.com/24.media.tumblr.com/f96a48bc8bdec18a02ea1880fbb36ac8/tumblr_mjpz3dudO31rgjyqbo2_r1_250.gif

No sooner had Valkrik left the main hall after hearing of the news of the death of his Uncle, he suddenly heard the screams of a woman, and it was coming from the River. At first he just stopped at the sound, but then…he recognized the voice.

“Eyyrs” He muttered. What on earth had she gotten herself into now? Always so willful and wild, it was bound to catch up with her, as she held no respect for men, her father or him. The screams rang out across the valley, and many stopped on hearing it. Most cast their eyes down, for they knew better than to get involved in some domestic. Perhaps she had been toying with a man from the village, and he finally came to took what he believed was his. Words that she had said earlier played out in his mind, as he broke into a run, racing for the place where the screaming was coming from. Like the very wolf of the night, he sprinted into the forest, ducking and weaving. The fact was he was one of the fastest men in the village, but little did they realize there was a reason for this. It was not some natural ability….for he was not a true human Viking. He was something that even the Gods would fear.

He finally broke through the clearing and there on the bank of the river, was his sister, being raped by QuarterMaster Soren. Valkrik skidded to a halt in the river stones, at first shocked at what he was seeing. The brutality that this man displayed as he ploughed into her vigorously, grinning as he did so. And then…he made the fatal mistake. He turned his head and saw Valkrik standing there. Soren just smiled wider and went right back on to biting Eyyrs’s breast aggressively, to mark her forever more as his.

Something inside Valkrik snapped. The very air in the clearing grew colder as the winds picked up and blew about the trees. Valkrik’s eyes turned to the colour of coal, from their usual blue as his fists curled up in rage. Then a god awful howl emerged from his lips, as he raced straight for Soren, gripping the man by his plait and tearing him back off his sister so violently, that he actually tore the man’s scalp. Soren was now hanging up at Valkrik’s hand, his eyes wide in terror, as a demonic voice croaked out in anger.

“Wae-de-de qae-de-peah-teaez ooahee, z-haohq-fe.” (“Hell welcomes you, Spawn”)

In one sickening movement, Valkrik’s right fist blasted through the man’s chest, ripping out his heart that was still beating and tore it free. Soren screamed in agony, as blood spewed across the Viking before him. His body jerking out of control before his soul finally left his body, bound for the pits of hell.

Valkrik tossed the blooded corpse to the side where its blood flowed along the pebbles into the very waters of the River. He fell back and then held up his hands, realizing what he had just done. The viking started to go into shock, for the truth of what his nightmares had foretold had now been played out to the full. He no longer even knew what he was anymore. Staggering back further he let out a cry that was inhuman, before turning and running off into the forest, leaving Eyyrs to the villagers that may well have been near.

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 1Minions 2Minions ~ JerryMinion
2047

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 22, 2014 05:22AM
River Shore

Eyyrs lost track of time as Soren rutted above her. She began to wonder what she’d done to be treated this way. She hadn’t lead him on, hadn’t given him any type of encouragement and yet…

She shuddered violently as he continued, wishing for the torment to be over.

And then…it was…

One moment Soren was between her legs, the next he wasn’t. Blinking she raised her head to see Valkrik had Soren by the throat and watched in surprise and no small amount of glee as her brother ripped out Soren’s heart through his chest cavity, tossing away the body in a howl of rage.

“Valkrik?” she muttered, watching as whatever rage had overtaken her brother disappeared into the wind. He seemed to be in shock as he stared at the blood upon his hands. He turned away from her and ran into the woods.

Eyyrs stared at the spot he disappeared into, eyes wide, before her gaze was drawn to the dead body of the former quartermaster. She gathered herself together, wincing in pain as she did so. Stumbling back into the river, she washed away the evidence of Soren’s savagery before she pulled on her clothing. She was worried about her brother and was unsure where to begin looking for him.

She needed to speak to her father. Only he would know where her brother had gone…she hoped.

Gathering her things, she headed back to the village, moving as quickly as her aching body would allow.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 22, 2014 02:22PM
Stargorn Bluff – Village Trade area

https://i2.wp.com/www.byrneholics.com/gallery2/albums/userpics/10001/normal_vikings-promo-13.jpg

Honrick of Ghar had left the Grand hall after speaking with his son Valkrick; who had just returned from a long voyage with much cargo and slaves for trade. It had brought him comfort to know that his son fared well on his first journey beyond their lands, and while they had serious matters to deal with, he knew that Valkrik would have other dealings before he could meet up with the Chieftain at the house of his dead brother.

There was much activity down beyond the housing settlement, where the trade halls were established. Already there were many traders lined up to see just what had been brought back on the ship and they were not dissapointed. At least thirty slaves and a good quantity of furs, weapons and goods that had been seized during the raids.

One of the ship’s second commands, was overseeing the handling of goods, as it was set in piles, and being accounted for, while two guards ensured that the slaves were locked up and unable to be a danger to themselves or their traders. The Chieftain entered the hall, commenting to his off sider that the ship had indeed brought back a good bounty, that would ensure that those that traded with the settlement did not go away empty handed. The family also benefited from this, with the jewelry and weapons that were seized. Valkrik had done his father proud.

Already, one of the slave masters was sizing up the women that had been brought back. Tilting their heads back with a walking stick that had a knarled end. He also checked their teeth and hair. No doubt the women would need to bathe, for a few smelt pretty bad. That would have to wait of course, till after the trading had finished.

<3>

ElilesMuiLuminarde

avpic

IMVU Newbie Content Creator BadgePandoras76Pandoras76 2ndCarrendar Dynasty
11

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 22, 2014 03:06PM
-Clan Vollan made their way to the long lines of traders by the trade halls, that were already in the village, Natsiya dismounted her wolf mount and patted it on the back. she didn’t have to tell it anything else, it knew to stay with the pack even with out a rider. she handed her flag off to the other male rider who had been very quiet through their whole little jounrey leading up to the village.

she had to smile at the young male who had taken her gutting threat seriously, though it probably didn’t help that some had scene her gut a rival wolf female in front of the pack like a hog hanging in the meat locker.

“natsiya, we’ll be getting new slaves right,” Kazia asked looking over at the lines of slaves being locked away, the slave masters examining the ‘merchandise’ before market. Natsiya made a face her lips pulled back in a slight grimmish.

“no not this time, the last two we bought died before winter had barely started, and i don’t see any from here look like they can handle the winter den’s,” she said, referring to their den caves high up on the mountain where normal creatures would lose toes to frost bite with in hours without proper warmth. Though it wasn’t like they really needed slaves, it just kept the den tidied.

she walked to their sled wolf and checked the cargo again. picking up the roster for the battle beasts she passed them to the quiet male, “if someone shows interest, mark the name’s and how much silver they are willing to offer, if they have anything of value that might be worth the pups weight in silver, we’ll take it,” she ordered him and walked off.

“Natisya! where are you going!” Kazia shouted at their pack leader.

Natsiya waved an arm at her, “to warn them about the werewolves….and not us,” she said and kept walking her feet crunching in some of the pebbles on the ground.

Natisya walked towards the other end of the village towards the grand hall, she was only taking a wild guess, but if the trade ship had returned, then it’s captain would have gone to talk to the chief, and the chief was probably in the grand hall, if not, she was sure their guard could point her in the right direction.

sure enough she spotted the grizzly man his hair greying in places. Natsiya walked a sure path her head held high as wind from the sea tossed her short curly white hair all around her face.

“Honrick!” she called out waving a hand through the air at him, she didn’t know if he would still recognize the she-wolf or not, as last year this time was the last time the Vollan pack came to the village.

“Honrick of Ghar,” she repeated as she got closer, “greetings! I am Natsiya of Vollan, Alpha of the Vollan pack, do you remember me,” she said still drawing closer, she would have stopped a few feet from him, a respectable distance that would allow either party a chance to react to volatile situations.-

https://i1.wp.com/i154.photobucket.com/albums/s268/Neko_May_Live/e3e1113e-035f-4617-88af-cca97db7a638_zps604b6b0e.jpg

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 1Minions 2Minions ~ JerryMinion
2047

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 24, 2014 10:11PM
Woods back to the Village

As Eyyrs stumbled through the woods, a sound to her left caught her attention and she paused, trying to breathe through her nose as she listened. It was the sound of footsteps, heavy.

“Brother.” she whispered, abandoning her plans to tell her father what had happened. Her brother meant more to her then anything, and if he was in some kind of distress, she needed to help him.

She turned and followed, catching a glimpse of Valkrik’s plaited hair in a gap through the trees. She rushed to catch up to him.

“Valkrik! Wait! Please?” she begged.

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 24, 2014 10:43PM
Woods back to the Village

What happens when a man realizes that he is not a mere mortal, but able to commit such violent acts and with such power to kill another man instantly? Everything Valkrik believed himself to be was shattered within a split second, as soon as he held the still beating heart of the Quartermaster in his hand. The anger and rage had subsided, but been replaced by bewilderment and shock. He kept hearing that dark demonic voice in his head; whispering and taunting him to just let go. Valkrik came to a clearling and feel to his knees, reaching up to the sides of his head and banged his fists against it to make the voice stop. But the truth was, it was his inner self calling out to him. Trying to soothe his troubled mind.

“You are what you are.” The voice repeated with a menacing echo. Valkrik wailed and leaned forward, as he started to be physically sick, but at the same time, great wings erupted from his back. This scared him to death. He jumped to his feet, as his wings flapped independently and he started to lift off the ground. His leather sandals tore away as taloned feet replaced his normal human looking feet. His face was riddled in horror as he drew up his hands before him, seeing the long black claws. His face even started to change. Longer with a defined chin, and cat like eyes of yellow replaced his sea blue ones.

It was then he heard his sister; Eyyrs. She was looking for him and finally caught up.

“Valkrik! Wait! Please?”

He couldn’t let her see him like this. He curled his wings around his body and huddled near a large oak tree; crying out;

“Go away!”

But would she?

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 1Minions 2Minions ~ JerryMinion
2047

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 24, 2014 11:00PM
She heard her brother wailing, such anguish as she rushed to catch him.

“Go away!” she heard him shout. She shook her head. She wasn’t going to leave him to whatever demons were chasing him away from her.

She burst into the clearing and at first she didn’t see him. There was a large mishapen form sitting in the middle of the dirt, moving slighly, small snuffling noises coming from it.

“Valkrik?” she whispered, moving closer. Though he was not a true brother of her blood, there was a bond of love between them and she could always sense when he was near. “Brother.” she stated. She reached a hand out and placed it lightly upon where she assumed his head was.

“Brother…look at me. Please?” she whispered, swallowing back her apprehension. Something had happened to him, something it seemed even he could not face. She would be damned if she was to be chased off in his time of need. She loved him too much to simply abandon him. He had not abandoned her in all the years they’d lived as siblings.

Whatever happened…they would face together.

She moved around to his front and saw the tips of the wings covering his form. She sank to her knees before him, running her hand along the leathery texture. She could hear him, crying behind his protection and she reached a hand between the wings, pressing it to his rough cheek, feeling his tears as they slid across her hand.

She was a warrior and she was unafraid.

She waited him out, waiting for him to lift his head and see the one who loved him the most, kneeling before him and lending him support.

Rate this:

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • Tumblr
  • Pinterest
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

House of Ghar (2) – The Lands of Old – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

25 Saturday Jan 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in House of Ghar

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

characters, CharlotteCarrendar, creative, ElilesMuiLuminarde, fiction, history, LadyBelz, lifestyle, photography, role play., shipping, Vikings, writing

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 16, 2014 06:22AM
House of Ghar – The Lands of Old

https://i0.wp.com/imgs.abduzeedo.com/files/articles/vikings/3cb3f4b9105ca32a4d28de2ec9a62901.jpg

Writers –
CharlotteCarrendar as Valkrik Ghar
ImayarukOdinGorya as Istal

Istal :

Istal couldn’t help but smirk while she watched Valkrik hesitantly drink from her flask. “So how do you like the phoenix bloodwine? Its one of my father’s brews and one of the few things that make food in even the absolute worse conditions safe to eat.” she couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he started to check her out once again obviously curious about her supplies. As he sat down and told her to eat she drew the pouch from under her shirt and held it out to see. It was a simple looking leather satchel marked only by the Blind Eye like her shirt was. “Another one of my father’s creations.” she stated matter-of-factly as she reached in and pulled out a book marked in gold lettering of a language she knew f Valkrik couldn’t read before stashing it back in the pouch. Smirking to herself while waiting for Valkrik to reply she brought the flask back to her mouth and started to drain it. After it should have been clearly empty she handed it back with a noticible slushing sound

*

Valkrik :

The question from Istal on whether the Viking liked the phoenix blood wine, had him almost bring it back up in disgust. Fancy telling him after he had drank it, what he had just consumed. It took a great amount of patience, not to stand up and rip her throat apart, thinking she had tried to trick him with the wine. Her explanation that it was her father’s own brew now had him curious. A phoenix’s blood was rare, very rare. How on earth did her father come across it, let alone make a wine from it? He exhaled loudly, balling his fingers into fists, and placing them squarely on his knees. Last think he needed was to lose his cool in front of his men. Surely they were already watching the pair. When on a long voyage, the simplest things amuse, so when Valkrik was locked in conversation, no matter how small the retorts, it was quite the show.

Again she reached beneath her garments, and this time extracted a satchel that bore the same symbol as before. The blind eye. Istal took out a small book ,and appeared to be teasing the Viking with it, before placing it back in the satchel quickly. Another one of her father’s creations. Here we go with the father again.

“What…is your father exactly?’

Valkrik wasn’t mucking around anymore. He wanted to know the connection between her father and the blind eye. He felt he had a right to know.

*

Istal :

Istal was having the time of her life teasing the Viking. Most of his reactions to the magical items her father had given her was priceless. He clearly wasn’t comfortable around magic and Istal couldn’t help but laugh in her head at every time she made him squirm.

“What…is your father exactly?’, those words made Istal tense. “He is for the lack of a better term, a very old mage, a traveler, and a madman. Most of the people that hear of him know him as the traveler, though a small handful know him as Odin. If he is THE Odin I couldn’t tell you but it is his name.” She said sounding very pained, and troubled. After she had answered Valkrik’s question she slowly brought her knees up to her chin and tucked her head in, to hide the look of guilt and sorrow on her face.

*

Valkrik :

Valkrik sat silently, listening to Istal explain that her father was Odin. Now, she didn’t clarify if he was in fact the same Odin that the Vikings and norse held up on high. She described her father as many things. From a very old mage, to a mad man. Odin…was not a mad man at all. Not in Valkrik’s mind. Rising slowly, he stared down at the girl. He was no longer convinced about her stories, and watching her demeanor change from that of joy, to sudden sadness, had him wonder if she was all there. He no longer wanted to play in her games, and turned his back on her. He headed back up to the helmsman and drummer. Each murmured quietly that they had overheard the conversation…that everyone did, and all were convinced she was some sort of witch. Question was….what would happen when they reached port?

With the night upon them, there was a change in the shifts, and many were to sleep, so they were fresh to row through the day if the winds were no longer in their favour.

Valkrik took his place at the back of the boat, to help guide it homeward, every so often he glanced over at Istal, before looking back out to sea.

*

Istal :

Istal sat in her huddled position as Valkrik left. She heard the men talking about her even if they didn’t think she could. ‘Father was do you bring pain when I talk about you.’ she thought to herself. As darkness set she noticed Valkrik take the helm. with her face covered she spoke very softly and let a small amount of power, “Valkrik don’t turn your back on a wolf or you may stare down a dragon.” The power that flowed into her words was about the same as when she helped create some wind, though no where near as subtle. The words were ment to be heard by their target, Valkrik.

She slowly rised and went to the side of the ship and began to to sing a sad longing song that had no words. In truth she was a mess after talking about her father, and couldn’t keep power from her song. The sad melody mixed with the light of the moon causing an image to form next to her reflection. If anyone besides Istal saw it they would have noticed, It was a fairly old man with one blind eye holding an unusual spear like weapon. He wore a sadistic grin that would scare most things alive. Along with his weapon and grin the next thing to be noticed was a near artic blue green suit of armor with a raven sitting on his shoulder opposite of Istal.

*

Valkrik :

Darkness brings with it sleep for many a man. Only a few stayed awake to steer the ship homeward, one being Valkrik. To know Valkrik, you would understand that he does in fact suffer from insomnia. Why you might ask, would someone of such mental strength and drive be unable to close his eyes at night and sleep? The reason is in what he sees when he is sleeping. They say that our dreams are a way of our sub conscious letting us know of the spirit world, of the future, the past, regrets and passions. However, many messages are unable to be explained easily. There was however, a recurring dream. One…that haunted him when he had reached of age in his homeland. After a ritual, that had evoked spirits to come and pay their respects….one stayed behind. Like a dark ghoul, only it took the form of a creature that was revered by the Vikings. The very totem of the Ghar. A large black wolf.

Night after night, the young man would wander to the lake, and when he went to look at his reflection, it was the Wolf that stared back at him. Was it Fenrir? Why did it happen, every night? Valkrik remembers always waking up, bathed in sweat and with a rapid heart beat. Almost like it would explode from his chest. One woman whom lived in the port town and was seen to by many as very wise, was the Angel of Death. Similar to a shaman, or a female version. She helped conduct the rituals and sacrifices, so she was respected, but also feared.

One day, as Valkrik was returning from his sister’s hut, the Angel of Death stood in his path. She stared up at him with eyes of pure white, raising a bag that contained bones and rocks, and she shook them violently before him; crying out;

“I have SEEN HIM!…You know who I speak of …Son of Honrick. You cannot escape it…for he is your destiny! You are a danger to all that you love!”

From that moment on…Valkrik closed off his emotions, and became the man who Istal watched at the helm. A true lone wolf…who was guarding over the very people, he would one day feed upon.

Istal’s warning that he should never turn his back on a wolf had him stare at her…with the same hollowed look in his eyes that he showed to most. The next thing she did however, was to rise and sing a song, that would cause a grown man to weep, like he had just lost his love. The song however failed to move the Viking. The reason being….he had just sighted land.

They were home…

*

Istal :

Istal broke into tears as her song had finished and saw the image of her father in the water. She had dropped to her knees with her face in her hands. She was starting to wonder what brought her to that battle ground really as she had out right lied to Valkrik. She sat there for a few minutes completely motionless other then the small jerks of her chest each time she sobbed.‘Oh come on Father wasn’t that bad. sure he was tough on us growing up but no worse that what we had seen of before father.’ A small voice nagged at the back of her head. ‘Your wrong you don’t truly know what that past means to us Brigid, what he did to us would kill most, in fact you are the only reason it didn’t do the same to us.’ Istal thought back to the voice she called Brigid. ‘Oh you two stop your fighting or did you forget we are about to reach a Viking settlement. And if you can’t handle that Istal then I will take over.’ a third voice had threaten. It was with that threat that Istal and looked up and sure enough she saw shore. Though through tear filled eyes she really couldn’t tell how far away it was but still in sight.

*

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 17, 2014 02:54AM
Stargorn Bluff – Lands of Old

https://i2.wp.com/media.screened.com/uploads/0/5735/328336-vlcsnap_00192_super.jpg

High atop the cliff face on a timber landing, the bullhorn sounded as the first spotters saw the coloured sails of Valkrik’s vessel. They had returned after many months from home, and this would bring man of the town’s people out of their houses and food halls, to see the fathers, sons, brothers and lover come home at long last. The village became alive with calls and shouts of men, and young children emerged from their beds to see this sight. How many that had gone off under the leadership of the Chieftan’s son would be returning home. The women worried, it was only natural. There had been times when only a handful made it back, so this ship’s return had significant meaning.

In the Chieftan’s house, the sound of the horn finally reached the ears of a dozing Chieftan, who had had one too many ales the night before. He spluttered and coughed, rising up out of his furred great chair. Honrick believed that this was his son’s true first test under the watchful eyes of some of the Chieftan’s own men. Men that had served him for many a year. The reports were sure to be interesting, and any bounty they returned with, would fill the family coffers.

“Sarras…the ship is back!” The Chieftan roared, calling for his wife, who was sleeping in the next room with their youngest child; their new born son Zacura. The baby was born while their son was at sea, and the matriarch was sleeping much now, as the birth had taken a great deal out of her. Rising from her bed, she smiled at the news. Her eldest son, Valkrik had returned, and not a moment too soon. Sarras scooped up the young infant, who cried a little in protest with the fussing, before being bound tightly and placed in a fur cross shoulder holder, so he would fall asleep again, as she headed out to greet her son.

Honrick had already left the house, with two large guardians accompanying him. Sarras would have to hurry to catch up to her husband, as the small streets swelled with people, to make their way down to the waters and the boat dock. Hopefully Eyyrs was awake and heard the horns, to come see her brother’s return. As they passed her small house, Sarras urged one of the men to knock on Eyyrs door, to wake her up, just in case.

The Dock

https://i2.wp.com/www.esiweb.org/rumeliobserver/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/viking-ship1.jpg

Already the ship had been brought alongside the dock, with large ropes being used to tie it into place. The docks themselves were alive with people, many waiting anxiously to see their loved ones returned. The cries of joy from the women of the Vikings as they disembarked, with their bounty and weapons greeted their families with embraces and much noise. Valkrik was in no hurry to get off the ship, making sure that the slaves were taken off in one group, ready to be handed over to the Chieftan’s men for trading later.

Walking past Istal, Valkrik said to her;

“You have a debt to pay. We have reached Stargorn bluff; home to my people.” The Viking stood looking at her, waiting for her to stand, or speak. She assured him that she could pay them for saving her from the enemy lands, and he took her word as bond. While waiting for her to answer, the loud booming voice of Valkrik’s father reached his ears.

“Son! Welcome home!”

Valkrik would have to deal with Istal later, for right now, the Chieftan wanted his son’s attention, and he didn’t like to be kept waiting. Valkrik strode across the ship and down the gang plank, till he came to stand before hit father, who appeared to have greyed a little in his son’s absence. The Chieftan reached forward and gripped the Viking’s shoulders, and giving them a good shake.

“You have honoued me. Bringing back my ship and crew. You must have many tales to tell, Valkrik. We shall dine when you have off loaded. Yes. Oh..and your mother has a surprise for you. HA!” He turned away, heading back up the docks, only for his mother Sarras to appear, with the small bundle that was wrapped in fur, hanging off her shoulders.

“Son..” Sarra’s said softly, as she stepped closer to the hulking Viking. “You have a brother. We named him Zacura. He is so like you.” With large hands, Valkrik pulled back on the fur, to see the tiny infant that Sarras held and he gave one of his rarest of smiles. “Strong.” Valkrik said, approving of this. His steel blue eyes moving from the infant up to his mother’s, who he could tell were tired. He knew before he left she had been ill, and bed ridden. This was why.

Sarras tilted her head slightly, and reached up to stroke her eldest son’s right cheek. “How I have missed you, and prayed to Odin of your return to us.” Her voice feather soft, just like that of the skin on her hands. Sarras was a flower in amongst the hard wilderness that was Stargorn Bluff. Valkrik placed his hand on her shoulder gently, and then said only to her;

“He heard your prayers, Mother, and gave me courage and wisdom to return to you.” This is what Valkrik truly believed. He then looked about for Eyyrs, hoping she would come down to meet him, before he had to meet with his father and council.

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 1Minions 2Minions ~ JerryMinion
2046

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 17, 2014 03:33PM
Fjords of Greyfell

https://i2.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/VIKINGFJORD-VODKA-strem-bub_zps0c6f870d.jpg

Below the mountains of Warfarren and seperating Stargorn from the rest of the world, the Fjords of Greyfell were the home of the Norwegian Fjord Horse. They were tended to by the village’s Quartermaster and only the best of the stock were given to those warriors deserving of one.

https://i0.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/flord_zps9c8887c9.jpg

But it was what was going on in the Quartermaster’s hut that draws us here this day…

The fires in the pits were raging high, but as of yet there was no one to tend them. One would wonder where the man who tends them happened to be.

The answer to this lies upon a bed of hay and furs situated against the wall in the corner. Two naked bodies, pressed together a dance as old as time. The firelight shone off bronzed muscles, rock solid from the years of hard work. Calloused hands, dedicated to their work stroked across the delicate flesh beneath. A breathy moan, a heated sigh. Dark hair and blonde hair pressed against each other.

“Yesssssssssssss…” a deep male voice rumbled as the movements became rough. Nails scored deep marks down his back and he tossed his head up with a hiss of delight. His eyes, as blue as the ocean, met those of the woman who lay beneath him, as he grabbed her leg in a fierce grip and pulled it up over her shoulder. Her cry of surprise at this caused him to smirk, his teeth gleaming in the darkness of their bed of sin.

He was rough, but she was rougher, flipping their bodies until she sat astride him. He laughed in delight, his large hands framing her waist as he pulled himself up to suckle at her breats as they bounced before him. She rode him to completion, their mingled cries scattering a few of the horses that had been grazing near the hut.

https://i0.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/5_zps4986001e.jpg

He fell back with a groan of pleasure, the delightful beauty still sitting upon him. He could go another round with her…once he got his breath back, but it seemed she had other ideas. She removed herself from him, going to the water trough to clean herself. It would do her no good to return home, smelling of him. She didn’t need to hear another one of her mother’s lectures on the proper decorum of a woman. They were not proper women for Odin’s sake! Of all the women in the village, she was the only one not treated like common shattel. Those who tried, found themselves cut off at the knees by her sword.

Eyyrs of Ghar was as proud as any warrior male…and she had a few heads under her furs to prove it.

She moved past the Quartermaster to grab up her garments and pulled them back onto her body, all while he watched. He frowned as he saw her dressing and sprang to his feet, walking behind her to pull her against his body, ready to go again. She elbowed him away from her and glared.

“Come on, love. One more.”

“Get those devilish thoughts out of your head, Soren Thorfinn. I have no need of them.” Eyyrs stated.

“When are you going to settle and become my wife?”

“Never and I’ll thank you to never speak of it again. I will be no man’s shattel.” she snapped. It seemed as if every time she and Soren were together, he put more and more pressure on her to become his woman. Not if she had anything to say about it.

“But I love you.” he added. Quick as lightning, the tip of her sword was at his throat and there was the look of murder in her eyes. He gulped.

https://i2.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/giphy_zpsae1e4642.gif

“You love the thought of having me. That is not love. If you wish to keep your head on your shoulders you will never speak to me again.” she glared. Sheathing her sword, she stalked from his hut, whistling for her horse, Vor. As she was settling herself onto the back, the sound of the horns chimed in the distance and her eyes lit up with delight.

“Valkrik!” she whispered the name of her brother, gone for many months. He was now home. Kicking the sides of her horse, she charged back to the village at breakneck speeds, dodging rocks and trees with an agility that surprised most men when they saw her.

https://i1.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/vikingvillage_zps0c9d1e79.jpg

Horse and rider pushed their way through the crowds gathered on the village streets, mothers yanking their children out of her path when they saw her coming. She spotted the boats and urged Vor to go faster as she spotted the top of her father’s head upon the docks. He was laughing at something before he stepped to the side…and then she saw him.

“VALKRIK!” she cried, jumping off her horse at the dock’s edge and running toward her brother, a grin upon her face.

ElilesMuiLuminarde

avpic

IMVU Newbie Content Creator BadgePandoras76Pandoras76 2ndCarrendar Dynasty
11

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 18, 2014 10:03PM
Fjords of Greyfell: Clifts

-High on the clift just a little distance away from the village below, a lone wolf could be spotted. It was very large in size much larger than any natural wolf should be and on its back it actually had a rider. The unknown rider watched the village cloaked in a white fur pelt that seem to blend in with the large horse sized wolf’s pelt. The rider carried a flag marked with a tribal symbol that best resembled an axe. The clan of Vollan, not exactly a human clan, or whatever the people were below in the village, but a clan of Ice wolves, that hunted and claimed territory in several area’s both in and surrounding the lands of the people in the village.

https://i1.wp.com/i154.photobucket.com/albums/s268/Neko_May_Live/tribal-labrys-tattoo_zps2d5c0242.png

Because of this, the Vollan pack made an effort to be friends with this village, as a species ruled by primal laws, they saw their claim on territory like a dog saw claim in his masters house, this avoided needless bloodshed. But of course the Vollan wolf pack didn’t ever tell the village chieftain’s that part of their hunting grounds was a part of their territory, instead they allowed there non-sentient wolves to hunt for them.

Three more wolves joined the first, one carried with them a large light blue flag, a color they used to announce their approach was friendly, they were only curious as to why the bullhorn was blown. They were depending on some trade with the village, as even the den had use of slaves and other items that couldn’t be made here.

The other dragged behind it a sled loaded down heavily with furs of all kinds from across the Lands of Old and some in the Outer lands, a small circuit conducted by the Ice Wolf clans that were friendly with one another.

The rider that sat upon the wolf carrying the tribes flag pulled away the furred hood of her cloak to reveal a woman with short very curly snow white hair. She had eyes the color of ice a whitish blue and her expression matched the cool depths. She had matching scars running down her cheeks just under those eyes and one broken one that crossed over her nose a little before reappearing on the corner of her mouth. A gift to her given by a pack male she had thrown out when she first rose to alpha status. Strapped to her back was a heavy looking broad sword, its handle rather bland its purpose purely for fighting.
She did however carry a rather pretty and decorative dagger strapped to her thigh that was peeking out from beneath her cloak.

“Lady Natsiya, why do we wait if they are friends,” spoke the rider upon the sled wolf.

A young male with dark amber eyes and long braided brown hair. This was his first outing like this, and if he screwed up, his last.

“Because, we wait for a signal to continue, we might be friends, but that doesn’t give us the right to just waltz into their village like we own the place,” she said to him glaring at him that he should even ask.

He made a face, “but don’t we claim territory here,” he asked.

She growled at him in warning, “we do, and If you open your mouth about it while we are done there, I will gut you like a fish in front of the whole pack, as far as there concerned…we are nothing more than common beasts, like a dog owning his masters house, it keeps are clan alive and thriving, and them unaware if things turn sour” she said.

The young man swallowed hard and became quiet. The wolves they rode on whined wanting to get moving again, but wouldn’t without command from the alpha riding.

Natsiya looked away from her pack males and down at the village below again, she withdrew a whistle from her belt and placed it between her lips and blew on it as hard as she could, making sure there sentries knew that the pack Vollan was watching-

https://i2.wp.com/i154.photobucket.com/albums/s268/Neko_May_Live/riding-the-white-wolf-86702_zps0ba2b558.jpg

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 18, 2014 10:46PM
The Docks

https://i2.wp.com/cdn.history.com/sites/2/2013/03/ragnar_cinema.gif

Valkrik’s eyes shifted through the sea of people, and then he heard his name being cried out, by a girl; no a woman who jumped off a horse and was running down the docks to see him. Could this be his Eyyrs, his little sister. She had grown up in the months he had been away, and looked as radiant as ever.

As she came into range, he took four bold steps, before picking her up by her waist and spinning her around. He laughed as he set her down, only to grip the edges of her hair and pull her head to his, where he pressed their foreheads together as a show of affection. It was a little rougher than you would expect from a man like Valkrik, but this was no ordinary girl, this was his dear sister.

“Look at you, Eyyrs. Grown tall through the spring. You even have breasts. HA!”

Oh he was going to pay for that no doubt, teasing her about her appearance. He would not dare allow another man to say such to his young sister, but he thought he could get away with it. He took out a small pouch, and then handed it to his sister. It contained a beautiful necklace that had a jeweled stone set in the metal disc. Sapphire in colour and dazzling, he smiled a toothy grin, hoping she liked it. Many women in the tribe would be gouging out eyes for such a trinket, especially to be given by the Chief’s own son.

“Don’t say…I never bring you nothing home.”

He watched and waited for her to put it on.

One of the towers that was near the dock blasted a horn to sound that a foreign whistle sound had been heard. They had company, probably traders from the mountains. Today was going to be a busy one for the Vikings of Stargorn Bluff.

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 1Minions 2Minions ~ JerryMinion
2046

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 19, 2014 09:19AM
The Docks

Valkrik swept her into his arms and spun her around, very pleased to see her as she was to see him. She laughed with delight as she hugged him warmly. She had missed him these many months.

He set her upon her feet and tugged playfully at her blonde locks before he pressed their heads together in a show of love. Any other woman would have winced at how hard he knocked their heads together but Eyyrs had grown up with him at their father’s knee. This was norm for them.

“Look at you, Eyyrs. Grown tall through the spring. You even have breasts. HA!” he grinned devilishly, resorting to teasing her as he usually did. She stepped back, hands on her hips.

“Of course I have breasts, you fool! Am I woman or am I man?” she snorted. Some would say she acted more man then woman, but she did have womanly wants and needs afterall. Valkrik seemed to sense that and handed her a small pouch. “What’s this?” she wondered, pulling the ties and dumping the contents into her hand. Her eyes widened in surprise and a small amount of feminine pleasure upon seeing the piece.

https://i0.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/44a77b6a-3584-43f8-a166-99f98656be96_zps8e6f1614.jpg

“Brother…it’s exquisite!” she whispered, tossing the pouch away in favor of slipping the jeweled pendant over her head as quickly as possible. She pulled her hair away from the cord so as not to tangle it and adjusted it until it sat between her breasts over the top of her gown. “Thank you.” she smiled, looking up into his eyes.

“Don’t say…I never bring you nothing home.” he stated. She nodded and moved to turn away, for all intent and purposes, to lead her brother to their parents home. But it seemed Eyyrs had other ideas. She spun around, an angry scowl on her face. Her arm flew in arc from behind her body, her hand clenched into a fist aiming straight for Valkrik’s nose. If she connected, he would fall to the docks, holding his hand to his now-bloodied nose with an angry Valkyrie standing over him.

https://i0.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Blackcat666x/IMVU/Blood%20of%20Kings/giphy1_zpsbfa64921.gif

“That’s for leaving me behind!” she would snap in anger at him before turning on her heel and stomping away, just as the horns sounded in the distance once more

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 19, 2014 09:50AM
The Docks

~WHACK!~

That was the sound of his sister’s fist connecting with Valkrik’s nose; sending him tumbling to the deck bleeding. That damned girl just decked him right in front of his crew, and snorted about being left behind. What the devil got up her skirts to even say such a thing? As she marched off up the dock, Valkrik was quick to push himself to standing, before wiping away the trickle of blood that was running free from his nose. Some of his crew laughed at the antics of the duo, but Valkrik was not about to stand for being made a fool of in front of his crew.

The Viking broke into a run, chasing off after Eyyrs, only to catch her up and lift her up onto his shoulders in a manouvre that would be akin to a caveman getting a woman. Sure, she might kick, slap and bite as he carried her along, but he was about to teach her a good lesson about the place of a woman in their society. He continued to carry her up till reaching her own small house and kicked in the door, marching her in before throwing her down on the furs in a heap.

https://i0.wp.com/24.media.tumblr.com/96c9efcb6d35cf604b82c3f4911b6832/tumblr_mlzve2EN931s96zwxo1_500.gif

“YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHY YA DON’T GO TO WAR!” He roared at her, shaking a fist, with blood shot eyes. He normally had a sense of humor, but after the last few months, it was safe to say that he had a lot of pent up aggression. Valkrik had to reign himself in….and he snorted at her. “You need a good fuck!” Truth was…he did. And with that, he stormed out of her house, before things got….complicated.

Further up the path, one of the village lovelies that had her eye on Valkrik for some time came out of her house, and gasped seeing him with a bloody nose. She tried to urge him into her house to “treat him”, but he just growled, and kept on his way up to see his Father and the council. For some reason, the idea of just laying with any woman at this moment, was right out of his mind.

<3>

LadyBelz

avpic

Minion!Despicable Me MinionMinions 1Minions 2Minions ~ JerryMinion
2046

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 19, 2014 10:09AM
Path to the Village

Eyyrs left her brother bleeding and humiliated before his men, a satisfied but angry smile upon her lips.

“How dare he go off and leave me behind. Have we not fought battles together? Am I not good enough to take on a journey simply because I’m a woman? Bastard!” she snarled to herself. She was unaware he was charging behind her until she heard the rapid footsteps.

She turned only to be caught up in his arms once more and tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Screeching in rage, she kicked her legs, pounded at his back and yanked his plaited hair, demanding to be released. He kicked in the door of her home and tossed her down upon her furs in a heap.

“YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHY YA DON’T GO TO WAR!” His roar of rage shook dust from the rafters as he shook his fist at her. She jumped to her feet, grabbing up her shield leaning against the wall and brandishing it at him.

“Oh so I’m not good enough to fight at my brother’s side anymore? Is that what you’re telling me?” she snapped back.

“You need a good fuck!” he snarled, an unreadable look in his eyes just before he turned and left her. Angry beyond words, she followed him out, just as he passed one of the village women who offered to treat his wounds.

“I’VE HAD SEVERAL TODAY FOR YOUR INFORMATION! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR BLOODY CONCERN!” she shouted after him, throwing her shield like a frisbee, aiming for the back of his head. She did not stay to see the results of her temperamental outburst, storming back into her hut and slamming the door closed.

Rate this:

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • Tumblr
  • Pinterest
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

House of Ghar (1) – Lands of Old. Mirari : The Forest of Ashes. (Original)

16 Thursday Jan 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in House of Ghar

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

battle, characters, CharlotteCarrendar, creative writing., Imayaruk, introduction, lore, Mirari, norse, Odin, role play., ships, Vikings

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: The Lands of Old (RP)
January 16, 2014 04:48AM
Odin, far-wanderer, grant me wisdom,
Courage, and victory.
Friend Thor, grant me your strength.
And both be with me.
Introduction of the House of Ghar
https://i1.wp.com/www.tvovermind.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/vikings.jpgWriters –
CharlotteCarrendar as Valkrik Ghar
ImayarukOdinGorya as Istal

************************************

Location : Belgrave Sound – Lands of Old (South)

Valkrik :

Grey skies filled with blackened clouds, that swirled with a malice that had been unseen by those of the Southern lands. The days and nights since the landing of the Viking vessel had brought about the rise of a name; Valkrik, the Son of Honrick. The grass plains whispered the sad song of the dead, as he stood amongst the blooded remains of his foes. Though they were many in number, the soldiers were no match for the Viking horde. Beaten back by the sheer brutality, the lack of fear for their foe pushed them on to gain the upper hand, and slay as many as a thousand men. Word would spread by way of the cowards that fled the horror to live another day, at least.

Like crows that pick and pull apart the blooded remains of slain beasts, the vikings went about picking up weapons, silver and jewelry that could be used again, or traded back at Stargorn Bluff. That was home, and soon enough, they would be returning. For the cold weather was starting to take its hold upon the southern lands. Winter was coming, and with it the icy hand of the Angel of Death. She cared not for who she took, so long….as she did. The boats returning to Odin with the souls of those that died in battle would be few. Odin..be pleased, for the Sons of Ghar were victorious once again.

As Varlkrik re holstered his blade in the leather sheath upon his back, his second came up along side him, carrying the head of the enemy’s Commanding officer. It was quite the prize, and Jorgen could not help but smile at this gruesome trophy. The eyes were still wide open, with the whites gleaming; traces of blood veins prominent. Jorgen’s fingers were soaked with the crimson stain that dripped into a small puddle at his feet.

“I shall bring this back to offer to the Chieftan, Valkrik. Our tales of this battle shall be sung by our children, and their children.” Jorgan proclaimed. This was his first battle, and so it was hardly surprising that he took great pride in his kill of the high ranked officer. Valkrik’s steel blue eyes stared straight ahead, watching over his men as some put the dying out of their misery. A sword straight through the heart, or a neck sliced open so death would be almost immediate; drowning in their own blood. The strangled sounds of dying men filled Valkrik’s mind, and it took him a moment to register Jorgan’s voice. His brow creased, as he looked to his right and saw Jorgan holding the blooded head of the enemy. Valkrik showed little emotion, no smile or pleasure in seeing the head. It was just another death to him. But the Son of Honrick was not about to deflate the man’s ego or bruise it. Instead, he clapped his large hand to Jorgan’s back, and said loudly:

“The Chieftain would no doubt place this prize on an iron spike for all to see. You shall be honored for this kill.”

http://knightsofmarsroundtable.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/pike.jpg

The sentiment meant a great deal to Jorgan, who nodded firmly before heading back to the other men, and getting ready to head back to the ship. The ship was moored about two miles from the battle front so it was best that they got a good head start, before the weather turned foul. Bloody and battered, the Vikings had been victorious as word would spread. Fear…fear of the unknown was a powerful tool.

*

Istal :

A lone wolf of deep mahogany fur had sat no more then a hundred yards from the battle ground. It had watched the gruesome and very bloody battle with great interest. Seeing the men so thoroughly slaughter their enemy, with so few of their own slayed, filled the wolf with a deep curiosity. ‘What could drive these men to such brutal lengths only to see them come out mostly whole?’ range through the wolf’s mind. With the fight now over her focus landed on two men out of all the warriors. The first one had great pride over the battle, as was plain to see in his being, the other seamed cold until he turned to the first. The wolf could not make out what they had said but knew enough about warriors to guess they were talking about their spoils and their victory.

https://i0.wp.com/www.nicewalpaper.com/wallpapers/red-wolf-animals-nice-wallpaper-800x600.jpg

“Maybe I should see just what make these men tick.” The wolf surprisingly said to itself before slowly moving towards the victors who were returning towards their ships. Slowly but gracefully the wolf started to change its appearance into a very beautiful woman. As the woman would have gotten close enough to the men to notice her, the would have seen her long black hair that fell to her mid-back, the brown shirt and trousers of a hunter, and most curiously a slight limp to her left leg though she looked unharmed. “ Wait please by the All-Father Take me with you!” she called out hoping to catch the attention some of the men.

*

Valkrik :

“ Wait please by the All-Father Take me with you!”

A woman’s voice, calling out across the field was completely unexpected by the Vikings, in particular Valkrik, who was certain there were no settlements close to this field. Then again, he could be wrong. A few of the other men turned around, and one even unsheathed his sword, snarling angrily as the woman approached. Valkrik held up a hand to stop his men from attacking, though it wouldn’t be totally unreasonable to do so. A beautiful woman in the middle of all this death? The Son of Honrick was a curious one, but he was also cunning. Like that of the very wolves of his lore.

Slowly he marched back up the hill to where this woman stood. Valkrik towered over the diminutive dark haired woman. Was she from the tribes of nomads, that deal in sorcery and the craft that he hated so much? Slowly, Valkrik walked around the woman, sizing her up; trying to get a whiff of her scent. His face was unreadible, and his men were now curious to see if he would simply slay this woman on the spot, or deal her a rough hand for stopping them from their return to their ship.

“Why should we take you with us, woman?” Valkrik said simply, his tone gruff and his voice had a gravel like sound. She could be used as a slave or simply traded. Valkrik didn’t care. She may have her worth, but what would she say?

No man should trust a maiden’s words, nor what a woman speaks,
spun on a wheel were women’s hearts, in their breasts was implanted caprice.

*

Istal :

The woman slowed as she saw the emotionless man she spotted before approach her and stopped just before he did. She kept a calm demeanor as he circled her, sizing her up. As he would have stepped behind her he most likely would have noticed the image of the Blind Eye stitched into the back of her shirt just below the edge of her hair. “Why should we take you with us, woman?” he had asked her after a while. ”If you don’t I could never repay you and your men for slaying these fools.” she started sounding slightly distressed, ”For these men had captured me from the roads two nights ago, and had only managed to escape before they found you. They apparently wanted a pretty face and voice to sing of their cruel and dishonorable deeds. I can even pay for the trip if it pleases”. She kept her eyes low knowing it might seem as a challenge had she looked him in the eyes. She waited with slightly baited breath hoping things wouldn’t turn hostile as she dreaded the thought of taking on all of these men at once.

*

Valkrik :

~Odin ventured to Mímir’s Well, near Jötunheim, the land of the giants; not as Odin, but as Vegtam the Wanderer, clothed in a dark blue cloak and carrying a traveller’s staff. To drink from the Well of Wisdom, Odin had to sacrifice his left eye, symbolizing his willingness to gain the knowledge of the past, present and future. As he drank, he saw all the sorrows and troubles that would fall upon men and the gods. He also saw why the sorrow and troubles had to come to men.

Mímir accepted Odin’s eye and it sits today at the bottom of the Well of Wisdom as a sign that the father of the gods had paid the price for wisdom.~

As Valkrik had circled the dark haired woman, who spoke of how she was in debt to his men, for slaying the enemy, he happened to notice a symbol that was on the very edge of her shirt, and just below the line of her dark hair. It was the symbol of the Blind eye. Now, Valkrik had studied much in his lore of Odin, and upon seeing this, he realized that her words, though fanciful may well have had a ring of truth to them.

The woman was indeed a beauty, though he had not heard her voice in song. Only her begging to be taken with them. It was rare to see one with the hair the colour of the Raven, who bore the symbol of Odin’s sacrifice for wisdom. She claimed to have wealth, so to compensate for taking her back to Warfarren, but she needed to realize one thing. His men would be difficult to reign in, should they feel the need to use her for their primary urges.

Valkrik would rather leave her behind, than have to worry about her on the voyage back, but there was something about her, perhaps it was her eyes, though they were currently downcast, so as not to challenge him directly. A smart move on her part. Valkrik snorted, and then simply gestured her to follow him, as he turned back to head for his ship. There was some murmurs from his men, which he quickly silenced after barking orders that would keep them busy, till they reached the ship.

https://i0.wp.com/blog.chron.com/tubular/files/2013/12/Vikings-Cinemagraph-vikings-tv-series-34042830-636-358.gif

*

Istal :

The woman noticed the man gestured for her to follow and kept a few paces behind as he had barked orders to his men. She saw that the men went about their work with a certain pride that could only be found amongst warriors of Celtic and Nordic ways. This had brought a smile to her face as she always cared for the more “barbaric” people, than those that were supposedly civilized. “Thank you sir. Please let me sing something for you and your men’s generosity to this traveler.” She said sounding truly thankful. Though before the man could reply she started to sing softly in a warm motherly tone that only those around the man could hear at first before it grew in volume to an almost siren like song that brought an air of peace and energy around all that could hear, to help sooth troubled minds, and invigorate tired bodies.

https://i0.wp.com/i40.photobucket.com/albums/e246/ImayarukOdin/female-demon-hunter-diablo-3_zps34a70526.jpg

*

Valkrik : 

It was clear that Valkrik was one of few words, when it came to conversation. Even with his own men, he appeared standoffish, or aloof. Not in a royal sense, like he had tickets on himself, but it was more that he was a man of actions, not words. He had shown his skill as a warrior, and also as a leader of men. For that alone, he had earnt the respect of his fellows, for they knew that he was not one to let others do his work. Valkrik did his share, and then some. He had an inner strength that some thought he had within him a great spirit. The truth however was far more sinister.

“Thank you sir. Please let me sing something for you and your men’s generosity to this traveler.”

This girl could talk, that was for certain. And while he tried to keep focused on the movement of his men on the trip back to the ship, he could not help but find a solace in her singing. When she began to sing in a rich and motherly tone, it reminded him of his own mother; Sarras Ghar. If there was one person on this world that he truly felt a sense of love, it was her. For as long as he could remember, Sarras taught him everything that he would ever need to know about the customs and lore of their people. Almost like it was her sole role, an importance that Valkrik would know his people well enough, to assume the role of Cheiftan when the time came. Oddly enough, this woman’s voice was soothing, and gave him a sense of peace, something he had not felt for some time.

Valkrik then glanced back at the maiden, as she sang behind him

“I am Valkrik, Son of Honrick Ghar. What is your name, woman?’

This was about as polite as Valkrik had ever been to a woman, other than his mother or his sister; Eyyrs. He kept walking, looking straight ahead and waited for her answer.

*

Istal :

The woman was lost in her song for a moment only following on instinct more then conscious choice. To the woman there was very few things better in all of creation then the arts. She let her song die down as she realized the man had spoken to her. “I am Valkrik, Son of Honrick Ghar. What is your name, woman?’, it was a simple statement for the man but she kept it at a much higher meaning from all the lessons she had learned. “I am known as Istal Brigid Conri, or as the travelers muse. Though Sir Valkrik I must warn you giving your name so freely could be dangerous if some Fae or Demon obtained it from your own lips…” she replied though her words died on her lips before she could finish hoping to give Valkrik something to think about, for the mind of a one can come up with far worse then ever could be said. “I honestly would rather not see one such as yourself fall victim to such things.”

*

Valkrik :

Whilst the woman responded to the Viking’s question in regards to her name, the next statement which she issued as a warning, about being so free to give out his name, had him turn on the spot, and cross the short distance between them within seconds. Towering over her, the Viking showed a more aggressive side to himself. He knew a woman’s place, and that did not include her being allowed to give such a dire warning to the Viking, regardless of her intent. The mention of Fae or Demons made his very blood boil.

Her words fell away to nothing, and she had certainly now got his attention, not that she would have liked to see the Viking enraged.

“Do you think I would speak freely of my name, if I felt that it would bring me to harm? You are a woman, and your place is at the wheel, or nursing a child. You may be the traveler’s muse with knowledge beyond your years, but you are still a woman.”

He practically stood over her now, and it was clear the mention of Demons, set off something. Something he couldn’t put his finger on, and it annoyed the hell out of him.

“Fear comes from not understanding your enemy. If it be Fae or Demon that you think could bring me down….think again.”

https://i2.wp.com/24.media.tumblr.com/1f03ddf4d2f322d1ae753f29583b4a44/tumblr_mjpz3dudO31rgjyqbo4_r1_250.gif

Where did that come from? Perhaps the very spirit within the viking…had just been awoken. A dark force…indeed.

The Viking huffed loudly, then turned back and made his way to the beach, where the rest of his crew were loading the boat with their bounty of goods and slaves. A group huddled together were herded on like cattle, while others carried the cargo aboard. Many a man was smiling, for not only were they returning home to their women and families, they had been victorious, strengthening their legacy. The waves may well be carrying them home, but the wind would spread the word of the victory of the Vikings of Warfarren.

*

Istal :

“Do you think I would speak freely of my name, if I felt that it would bring me to harm? You are a woman, and your place is at the wheel, or nursing a child. You may be the traveler’s muse with knowledge beyond your years, but you are still a woman.”Valkrik had replied to Istal’s warning. “Quite the opposite Sir, as both have been known to seem safe before your trapped. And both the warning earlier and my view of such things are my Father’s teachings. And my place had been made certain by my father that i would never bare child, and that I was meant to perform almost any art or wonder the roads.” She replied sounding regretful though it was not because she had angered Valkrik but for her past spent with her father. As they had reached the ships she made sure to get on after the slaves and cargo as to keep from getting in the men’s way.

*

Valkrik :

Again, Istal spoke far too many words for Valkrik’s liking. There was however some interesting facts presented this time. One, the fact she could not bare children, and two, that she was merely to perform any art of wonder on the roads. Well, it was going to be a long while before she saw roads again. The crew had almost finished herding on the slaves and the last of the cargo, along with prized weapons of value that had been captured, along with a few gruesome looking heads which were being tossed around in an amusing fashion.

Valkrik had had enough of the frivolity, and barked orders that they were to set sail immediately for Warfarren, and in particular the port town of Stargorn Bluff. Istal would be one of the last to get on board the viking vessel, which had the massive head of a dragon at the front of the boat, and a huge red and gold coloured sail, that was being rigged and ready to unfurl, just as soon as they had brought up the anchor, and all were aboard.

Massive oars were raised up by the crew and then lowered into the waters, as the lead helmsman called out for them to begin to row. A soul man on a drum, beat the time of the oars to be drawn through the waters, propelling the ship forward, till the winds were strong enough to fill the sails, and take them homeward.

Valkrik joined with his crew in rowing, and looked across every now and again at Istal, before his stony expression returned, and with his powerful arms, he rowed hard, matching his men stroke for stroke.

https://i2.wp.com/i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg307/angellovernumberone/HEATHERS%20%20MIXED%20WATER%20ANIMATIONS/VikingShipAnimationBYHeatherGill.gif

*

Istal :

Istal had found a spot out of the way of the men rowing where she sat on the floor. She closed her as the drum set the pace of each stroke of the oars. Away from all the Vikings but still slightly separated from the slaves she began to hum a soft and playful tune. The tune though was not able to be heard by any but her and the slaves as her mind and energy was focused on subtly bring air to the sails to aid in the trip. The power flowing from the tune was so delicate and subtle only the most magically sensitive would be able to notice it’s power, and then it would still be hard to figure out she was causing it. She couldn’t help but smile knowing she was traveling once again with something and someone to give her arts some inspiration. ‘Oh these poor fools have no clue what they are bringing home’, she thought to herself while a smirk showed on her face and cast very predator like eyes on the slaves.

*

Valkrik :

Though Odin had been watching over them as they fought their battles upon the enemy shores, whilst the Viking ship was at sea, it was at the mercy of other gods, or so it seemed. Mysteriously, the sails filled with a breeze whipped up out of no whwere. Not even the water showed the movement of the wind travelling across it. This was not lost on Valkrik, who along with the rest of the crew, raised up their oars, and brought them back into the ship, as the vessel was now travelling forward under the power of the sails.

No one would dare complain about being given a reprieve from rowing. It was taxing on the body after many miles at sea, and they had a few days of sailing before they would reach land fall.

Valkrik checked on the woman he had allowed to board; the paying passenger. She appeared to be in her own little world, humming some tune to herself. He paid it no mind, and certainly could not see any connection between her singing, and the sails coming to life.

Jorgan had stuffed the severed head into a sack and was keeping it close to him. He valued it highly, though the smell of the head was on the nose. Valkrik walked to the very front of the ship, and looked to the horizon; home. How he had missed it. Valkrik went to sit down, by a bucket of water, and took out a hand made dial that when placed in the water, acted like a compass. This helped to show that they were in fact heading in the right direction. A marvel for certain, and a wonderful tool for any sea faring man. Soon the night would approach, and when it did, they would draw the large canopy across the top of the boat, allowing those beneath to be kept dry, should the weather take a nasty turn, or the heavens opened and rained down a deluge that would soak them to the skin.

Food on board was a simple affair. Dried fish, and thankfully they had barrels of a wine that was from the region they had plundered. They would not go hungry on the journey home, and with the wine, they would at least be…good humored.

Valkrk offered a plate of fish to Istal, before sitting down himself, and eating his own share.

*

Istal :

Istal’s eyes snapped from the slaves and to the fish that had been sat in front of her. She mentally rolled her eyes at the change of menu though she didn’t know if it was intentional or not. She drew a flask out from a pouch that was previously hidden under her shirt. She took a quick sip and offered it to Valkrik knowing that he would have never tasted a wine such as her father’s personal brew she kept in side. “Thank you though i would hate to impose on supplies meant for your men as I have more supplies then you could possibly imagine.” She said playfully to Valkrik hoping to get a conversation started with her new muse.

*

Valkrik :

Valkrik watched the woman remove an item from under her shirt. He was of course curious as to what it was, since he had just handed her a meal. It was a drink flask. Interesting. Not normally would one see a woman carrying such an item. Not for themselves, anyways. What creed of people allowed women to drink openly in front of men? Valkrik watched the woman take a sip of her flask, before offering it to Valkrik. At first, he held back. Not at all trusting, and even thinking it may be poisoned. However, when she drank it, nothing happened to her. He leaned forward and snatched the flask from her hand, raising it to his nose and sniffing the contents. It didn’t smell at all familiar, nor was it like the spirits that he was used to. Throwing caution to the wind, he actually took a swig, and his face showed surprise, since he had not tasted something like this before.

https://i2.wp.com/www.history.com/s3static/video-thumbnails/AETN-History_VMS/239/986/History_Vikings_Inside_Look_Vikings_Episode_103_repub_SF_HD_still_624x352.jpg

He held the flask out, staring at it as he smacked his lips. He found favor with the flask, and would have drunk more, had he not remembered himself, and handed it back. This was an odd situation with the Viking and the travelers muse. She thanked him for sharing a meal, but said in the next breath that she had more supplies than he could possibly imagine.

That…made no sense. Where was she hiding such great supplies on her person? He leaned over to try and look in behind her and then sat back upright, thinking she was either mad, or…believed her own stories.

“Eat the fish.” He said simply.

*

Rate this:

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • Tumblr
  • Pinterest
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

House of Ghar – Lands of Old – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes (Original)

14 Tuesday Jan 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in House of Ghar

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

CharlotteCarrendar, Ghar, House of Ghar, idea, Mirari, role play., Sarras Ghar, story idea, Vikings, writing

CharlotteCarrendar

avpic

Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 2 - Carrendar DynastyA PirateA PirateORRA PirateA PirateTime Lord Seal 3 - Carrendar DynastyTime Lord Seal 4 - Carrendar Dynasty
844

Re: Map of Realms
January 14, 2014 02:11AM
House of Ghar
Lands Of Old – Nordic People
https://i0.wp.com/31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4p3njDAdR1qezj1no1_500.jpg
Population : 500, 000
Climate : Ice land, Winter for six months of the year.
Country – Warfarren

Main town – (Port) – Stargorn Bluff

https://i0.wp.com/s.cghub.com/files/Image/389001-390000/389356/996_large.jpg

Wealth : Iron, weapons, Trade, furs, slaves

Symbol of the Ghar : The Wolf

https://i1.wp.com/www.shawnmccauley.com/images/Wolf-Symbol2.jpg

Chieftain : Honrick Ghar – Open

Wife : Sarras Ghar – Open

Son – Valkrik Ghar –to be played by CharlotteCarrendar

Daughter – Eyyrs Ghar – Open

Introduction.

A baby boy had been found by the Chieftan’s wife, floating in a specially woven basket, and took the child in to be raised as her own. Little did she realize, the baby boy was the bastard son of Queen Metia of Casterly, and King Brandon of Brax. No name given, he was raised as the Chieftan’s son, and his given name is Valkrik Ghar.

Some twenty two years later, and Valkrik has grown to be the pride of his Father and Mother, as well as the men who sail under him, when he takes the boats out to go to war with the other nations of the Lands of Old. Nordic people by race, they are known for their fierce fighting styles, showing little to no regard to the supernatural creatures to the south. The House of Ghar are Devout followers of Odin.

Rate this:

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • Tumblr
  • Pinterest
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

Top Posts & Pages

  • Very exotic coffee.

Recent Posts

  • Mammon – Demon of Greed.
  • Intergalactic Space Port – Beyond Jupiter : TRC.
  • Ellen, YOU are HIL- A-RIOUS!
  • Medical Bay (1) – A Fallen Mansion.
  • Medical Bay – A Fallen Mansion.

Archives

  • November 2014
  • September 2014
  • August 2014
  • July 2014
  • June 2014
  • May 2014
  • April 2014
  • March 2014
  • February 2014
  • January 2014
  • December 2013
  • November 2013
  • October 2013
  • September 2013
  • August 2013
  • July 2013
  • June 2013
  • May 2013
  • April 2013
  • March 2013
  • February 2013
  • January 2013
  • December 2012
  • November 2012
  • October 2012
  • September 2012

Categories

  • (RP) 2989 Northwest Esplanade, Seattle
  • (RP) CD – When All Hope is Lost
  • 666 Mockingbird Lane.
  • A Page in Time.
  • A Pirate's Life.
  • Aeternam Venustas (RP)
  • Agent Ayalah Romach – Israeli Assassin for hire.
  • Alex and the Hunter
  • Aussie Advertising.
  • Australian Icons.
  • Best and Worst Pick up Lines.
  • Beyond the Veil.
  • Bianchi Investigations.
  • Bizarre Circus Troupe
  • Boobs Inga….Boobs!
  • Bridgette's Room.
  • Carrendar Dynasty.
  • Carrendar House – Seattle
  • Carrendar Island.
  • Cemetery
  • Charlotte's Spider Facts.
  • Cloud top Penthouses
  • Club Echo.
  • Combat Simulation.
  • Communication Centre – No Limits (Racing RP)
  • Count Marulo's Estate.
  • Dangerfield Estate
  • Dark Ages
  • Darlene and Ginger Tom
  • Dead Nation Series – Carrendar Writers
  • Death Club Diary
  • Death on Zombie Mountain.
  • Desnonia – Albisas : The Captial
  • Disco.
  • Down Town
  • Down Town.
  • Downtown Haven
  • DownTown Seattle
  • Downtown Seattle.
  • Drynk Bar
  • Elias's Studio.
  • Escala Luxury Apartments
  • Escala Luxury Apartments.
  • Fantastic Tales of Radiant. – World's End Role play
  • Firemarsh Castle
  • Four Seasons Condos
  • Fred's Fresh Meats
  • Fredreich's Original Pancake and Waffle House
  • Funny Signs.
  • Gilbert Residence.
  • Gravida: The Night Lands
  • Guilty Pleasures.
  • Harroway Village Inn
  • Haven Castle – Vaas Lands
  • Hawaii
  • History has never been this fun.
  • House of Brax – Night Lands
  • House of Ghar
  • Ice and the Dragon's Egg.
  • Illian Empire
  • Images from Down Under.
  • In Charlotte's web
  • In Memory
  • Intergalactic Space Port
  • Into Darkness.
  • Lacardis Prime – Carrendar Dynasty
  • Ladies Night.
  • Lands Of Old
  • Law Firm.
  • Legends and Heroes.
  • London Zoo.
  • Manoir de Sang
  • Medical Bay.
  • Mikaelsons
  • Miss Childs Boarding House for Ladies
  • Mountains.
  • Nanna Nooni and Kikuto's love story.
  • Night Lands Castle
  • No Fate
  • No Limits
  • Outlaws of the Outback
  • OZ Rock
  • Parodies, Songs and Silly Poems.
  • Pearl of the Orient Condos.
  • Pine Acres Trailer Park
  • Pine Grove Cemetery
  • Police Station
  • Rain
  • Rivet Condos.
  • Rodger Marx's house
  • Role Play on the Interwebz
  • Role play Vault
  • Rosewater Cafe
  • Salvatore Manor.
  • Scotland Yard.
  • Scott's Garage.
  • Sea of Tribulation
  • Seattle Substance Abuse & Treatment Facility
  • Seattle Theater
  • Seven and Luna : Charlotte's Kids Adventures.
  • Shane's House.
  • Skype Role play Presents!
  • Snog, Marry or Avoid?
  • Snow – The Tales of Laguna and Charlotte.
  • Song of an Irish Rose – Maggie Malone.
  • Sons of Sparda
  • Stacking the Deck
  • Strands of my web.
  • Supernatural – The Human Realm
  • T-1 Battle Classics.
  • The Attic.
  • The Ballroom
  • The Bar.
  • The Bianchi Family Manor
  • The Blood of Kings
  • The Carrendar Chronicles.
  • The Cathedral
  • The Cellar.
  • The Central Kingdoms: Kalio [RP]
  • The Central Kingdoms: Mirari [RP]
  • The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
  • The Chisolm Twins
  • The Curse of the Ring
  • The Double K Ranch (RP Scene)
  • The Forest
  • The Gardens.
  • The Gun-Metal Blues.
  • The Hallway
  • The Justice Kingdom
  • The Kitchen.
  • The Lake
  • The LIbrary.
  • The Library.
  • The Life & Times of an Aussie Chic: Dixie's Stories
  • The Light Box
  • The Marulo Estate
  • The Mess Hall
  • The Opera House
  • The Park.
  • The Poisoned Tongue Bar & Club.
  • The Poisoned Tongue.
  • The Race Track
  • The Renaissance Hotel
  • The Ronin & the Serpent.
  • The Roxburg Family Manor
  • The Sea
  • The Secret Life of Lotus.
  • The Simple pleasure in life : The Daily stories of Demetrios and Dixie.
  • The Vaas Lands – Angels.
  • The Vampire Diaries~Love Sucks RP
  • The War of Demons and Angels.
  • The Willow
  • The Wolf's Den.
  • The World's End
  • Town of Bleu
  • Town of Seans
  • Tributes & Flashbacks
  • Uncategorized
  • Vaas Plain Castle
  • Vacation Destination
  • Wedding Chapel
  • What a Character! – The Bios.
  • White Wolf.
  • Wintervine – House of Laegess – The Forgotten Lands (BoK)
  • WinterVine Castle
  • {RP} HRH Princess Katarina Adelzhausen's Estate

Meta

  • Register
  • Log in
  • Entries feed
  • Comments feed
  • WordPress.com

Top Clicks

  • None

Spider dates

January 2021
M T W T F S S
 123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031
« Nov    

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 3,036 other followers

-Words woven on the interwebs-

Bite me.

Action. adult adventure Amelia angels art Australia Australian bio blog Carmen Carrendar character character creation characters CharlotteCarrendar children classic collaboration combat Comedy couple creative creative writing. danger Death Club Dixie drama Elvira Erotica fantasy fiction fun gay Humor humour Ladies night Ladies Night. LadyBelz life love lyrics medieval Mirari murder music mystery. Pandora Pirates poetry River marked roleplay role play. romance Rosas Spinis sadness satire. Sci fi sex Shane Simone song stories story supernatural suspense The Blood of Kings The Death Club tribute vampire vampires War writing xOEsmeOx youtube.

Poison Picks

Blog Stats

  • 258,047 hits

Blogroll

  • Discuss
  • Get Inspired
  • Get Polling
  • Get Support
  • LadyBelz
  • Learn WordPress.com
  • The Carrendar Chronicles.
  • Theme Showcase
  • WordPress Planet
  • WordPress.com News

%d bloggers like this: