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 Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2019 8:38 am
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{For some background see A Sinking Stone and A New Dawn) ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Eir is open to interaction ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ----------
 It was a time for mourning and a time for celebration.
Eir did not need much of an excuse to throw a party, she was a social, extravagant creature by nature. After a battle, it was she who gathered her band of brothers and feasted until the sun rose above the mountains. It was her who would speak glorious tales of bravery, and honour the dead in poetry. Many would say she was a natural born leader, despite her Skadi blood, although she grew up a b*****d amongst the vagabonds and the houseless. Most credited her strength to Jarl Thrunn’s blood; on the other paw, she credited her own resolve. .
Nobody would have expected her to challenge Iver for Jarldom, though. And fewer would have expected her to claim it. Despite Iver’s reputation, his infamous lust and greed; he was not weak. Though, a little too green around the ears to truly stand a chance against his more experienced, battle-warn sister.
After all the excitement and the fallout, Eir decided it was best to try and repair broken bonds. To remind everyone that, despite the upset, Nysno was still united; and they were still the bravest and most capable amongst the Houses. Their history was rich in culture and tradition, she would not see it crumble under her reign. Though, she intended to shock the well. Thrunn had ground lazy in his old age as had his generals.
Dressed in her trinkets, and adorning her usual pelt. The Jarl was greeting her guests diligently, having sent ravens to the other Jarls; she was expecting a large turn out. She was sure many would like to congratulate her, offer alliances and others would like to size her up. Either way, a feast was a feast; and nobody would be bold enough to publically challenge a Jarl in her own hall. The invitation was open to all; and the hunters of the house had worked hard enough to feed an army as the crafters spent many moons preparing their wears.
It was a chance for them to show off their skill and maybe attract some new custom.
Today was a new beginning. A new reign. A new Nysno; and a new champion. That was, whenever Jarl Eamonn decided to grace her with his company. He had been a valuable ally during the transition, though, the two were yet to formally meet in the flesh. The same could not be said for a certain, wing pelted Jarl that she was also expecting. |
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 11:11 am
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Eamonn knew what it was like to be born among the Skadi and rise to greatness; he had been the promise of his mother, the legacy of his father and though he had not had to challenge his own flesh and blood for the right to Jarldom he had still had to unite them and win the battle of the houses to earn his place among the strong. His only regret had been that his father had not remained alive long enough to see their glory restored but he would continue to lead them, faithful and proud, forging alliances and making their name grow with every passing moon. It was for those reasons that he had understood Eir's plight and hoped that she would return the sentiment. She was a better ally than her brother, a better leader, and he was looking forward to this new era.
The dark male was broad and stocky, all compact muscle and girth. He was not so tall as the dappled creature that walked at his side, but they shared a common link - both children of gods, glory in their veins. Eamonn was the hallmark of his mother, bringing rebirth to something that had run its course and perished and he hoped that this male, the Skadi-born son of Warriors that had followed the visions of his brother, would be the same.
"I hope Faizan is right," Eamonn said lowly as the pair stalked through the gathering of lions, ignoring those that feasted or laughed together. There was only one lioness he was here to see.
"He always is," Rayyan replied gruffly, short and simple.
Eamonn smirked but said nothing else until his eyes lighted upon the paler, rune-marked female that he had come to see. His head pulled high and his stride proud as he brushed past lingering bodies close by and stopped only before her. His head dipped in a quiet greeting, echoed by Rayyan. When he spoke, his voice was loud enough for those around them to hear, but directed only at the Jarl.
"Well met, Eir."
-x-
In truth, Kiwi was not entirely certain why he had come to this feast at all. Curiosity, perhaps. He was new among the lands and this was the first opportunity to mingle with anyone outside of the House that had taken him in. His was a place focused on crafts and goods, fishing and prosperity. This one, he was told, was a hall of warriors - a thought that seemed odd to him. He had always been curious by nature but he had never been one for glory or fame. It seemed odd that warriors could be so lauded, that they could stand on the same ground as those who put time and effort into their wares, but then he supposed that they put time and effort into their bodies.
No, it was still a foreign idea to him.
The leopon was quiet as he moved through the crowd, eyeing select portions of meat that had been slung out on clean slabs. There were other souls he recognized from a distance and some he thought he had never seen before - namely a pale, petite leopardess who seemed... sour. She was alone, though.
With a pleasant enough smile that he tried not too make too overbearing, he approached the carcass closest to her and offered her a pleasant dip of his head.
"Are you of Nysno, lady? Or are you visiting like myself?" Who ever disliked pleasant conversation?
-x-
Akali was competitive. It was in her nature. She liked to know her opponents, she strove harder when they were better than her, so that she could surpass them all and continue to grow as the warrior that her short upbringing had never afforded her. She had been young when her pride was slaughtered, young when she encountered the tales of the Skadi and their guarded treasure, young when she made it through the maze and to the other side.
Nysno had been the warrior house but she had met their Jarl, judged him to be old and feeble, weak. She had been certain that they would fall as he aged, squandering their heritage because of complacency, so she had chosen something else. A proud, strong house. They were not the greatest warriors, nor were they the strongest, but their house was stable and it gave her the foundation she needed to grow and train. She carried all of her knowledge from her pride with her as the last survivor and took the opportunities offered her to train and grow. She did not know if her Jarl valued her strength yet, but she would prove to him that he should, one day.
Today, however, she was keen on sizing up the changes of the house she had so clearly disregarded. She knew Eir by face and name, if not personally, and such a female had to be a formidable creature. With her bright pelt a jarring sight among the cool grays of the stone and cave, she maneuvered through crowd, looking for lions that were a part of this new legacy. One after the other, they shook their heads - visitors only. Then her bright eyes settled on a red lioness whose face was marked in something akin to war paint. Maybe this one? She had a feeling.
"You," she approached Matatizo with little fanfare, "are you a warrior of this house?"
Blunt.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 1:05 pm
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Finally, Zhue could breathe again. As Eir’s oldest friend, she had been one of the only creatures within the Pride to know of her plans. A lump had been a constant in her throat for the past week and her heart had only just stopped racing. When Ulfr had left with his sister, Alvi, Zhue had wanted to tell him; incase things did not go as smoothly as Eir intended. She didn’t, though, and she was sure she would be held accountable later when he returned. Luckily, Eir’s plans always seemed to work out in the end, even if said plan was an uprising.
Her loyalty had not gone unnoticed, for her heartache, she had been given a prized position within the House of Nysno. It was one of the first things the Jarl had done, but as always, giving with one paw meant taking with the other. Their life had changed since the three of them were houseless’ and though she was at a party, the leopardess felt melancholy. Knowing that things would never be the same between them ever again.
Zhuw blinked, brought back from her deep, somber thoughts by a nearby voice. Honestly, she had not even heard the green male creep up on her. For a second she was flustered, embarrassed that she had been so obviously daydreaming; but she soon regained her composure and cleared her throat. “Y-yes.” She nodded. “I am the house Framadr, Zhue.” The title was still new and slightly odd on her tongue. With everything that had happened, the pressures that came from her new position as the house merchant seemed incredibly small.
She was not a female that doubted herself, a trait she shared with the new Jarl. The lavender lady bowed her head towards the male by her side, offering a polite smile.
“I am sorry, I am afraid I do not know your name?” |
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 1:36 pm
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“Eamonn.” Her voice was deep and low, like rolling thunder and a lazy smile took over face. Eir had always been a large female, standing tall above almost every lioness she had met and quite a few of the males. When she stood from her perch, pale eyes were level with the bright blue orbs of the other Jarl. With a few quick steps, she closed the gap between them and was easily able to rest his head on his shoulder. A strong paw patted him on the back of the neck, and the sound seemed to bellow through the cave.
Eir had been born houseless and found her home amongst warriors; to her bumping chests was more natural than polite bows and eloquent words. “You’re late.” She whispered, blowing the feather than hung from his ear as stormy eyes settled on the tall male by his side. Her gaze narrowed slightly as she examined him, looking inquisitive before the expression was broken with a playful wink in his direction. “And I suppose, this is he?” Her words were quiet, meant only for the other Jarl but she had no doubt that Rayyan had overheard them.
The two had been talking about this alliance for some time; and she had come to learn many interesting things about the male that would soon stand as her most prized warrior. No doubt, many more surprises were to come. After a long moment she pulled away from the dark male, her attention stolen from the speckled male to be taken by the Jarl entirely.
“Come, sit with me. Everyone is welcome within my home tonight.” The female would offer every hospitality. Leading the way back to the raised platform, she was the first to jump up. Taking the Jarl’s spot on top of a large, stretched out hide. Surrounding her was a variety of pelts, for her guests to find comfort on. Laid down and comfortable, her attention returned to Rayyan.
”What do you think of the Hall?” She asked. |
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 3:36 pm
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Having received his invitation by raven, the newly-risen jarl of house Mìmir might be young, and feeling his way around his new role...but he wasn't foolish enough to ignore the opportunity to come celebrate his peer's ascenscion, and learn more about the other houses that made up the Skiringssal...and which might be useful to ally with. Information would be his best tool in making his own house thrive, after all.
It was an unfamiliar approach for him, going in - he'd always been inquisitive, and rather good at puzzling things out, but he also had tended to enjoy getting to know others, without necessarily considering the usefulness of the interaction. Being made head of a house, in a pride he'd only recently gotten to know himself was a different beast altogether - as his Vegr was ever-ready to remind him. Restraining his curiosity to a cursory look around, his expression remained impressively controlled, save for a slight widening of his eyes showing how impressive he found the celebration to be.
Spotting the jarl of house Nysno, he unobtrusively made his way in her direction, to offer his greetings, and respect to their formidable hostess.
Remaining a couple of paces off to Eldur's side, Rúnar's bright gaze swept over the gathering, doing his best to memorize the little details in body language that often told so much more than the words spoken. He was more overtly muscular than the jarl, although neither looked weak, or delicate - except, perhaps, when compared to some of the burlier members of House Nysnö.
His attentiveness wasn't because he expected a threat - but gatherings like this were uncommon, and so it was an invaluable opportunity to listen, and learn more about the other jarls, and their houses. His own jarl wasn't the only one newly risen to power, after all, which inevitably meant changes were on the horizon. Alliances would be reconsidered, and new ones forged...and he had no intention of being caught unaware of any of it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 5:08 pm
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The invitation came as little surprise, the diligant raven sought him out and even irked a lion or two in the process. The couple of lions had tried to be dutiful in helping their Jarl avoid a summoning, but the persistent avian eventually got his way.
Jarl Svafnir, I bring a formal invitation from the House of Nysno.
The avian wasted no time, much to Svafnir's delight, and within moments following the completed message he was alone again. He considered the invitation for a brief moment as he began to collect an item or two to adorn. The visit he had shared with their now Jarl flashed through his mind and a smile tugged at his lips. Upasana. "I'll have to send for her to meet me there." He shrugged on a pelt and mumbled about a missing 'this or that' before leaving.
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"It appears I've chosen the right lion. Or lioness." He spoke under his breath as he entered the hall. Eir had it adequately decorated with incredible articles of her preference. Those same articles could likely be found at the vendors that were set up. Moments after entering he was struck with a wonderful aroma, the feast was no joke. Svafnir spied the source and was pleasantly surprised at what she managed to pull together. Things had happened quickly, albeit days or weeks felt quick recently, and she never seemed to disappoint.
The winged lion waited patiently for his chance to greet the hostess. Eir had been diligent in making sure that her guests were all spoken too and met as soon as she was able. An absolutely courteous being. When his turn came up and he had the chance to speak with her he smiled.
"Good day, Jarl Eir." |
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2019 8:31 pm
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Matatizo was eyeing each visitor that arrived, a little more surprised at each guest that seemed to come in. Even though the red-coated lioness had nothing to do with the change of leadership, she was still feeling rather pleased that respects were being paid so willingly for Jarl Eir. She would rather have been out training than spending her time here feasting. She knew she was still green, but with a little more work and her small gift of sight, she knew that greatness was just on the horizon.
And the horizon decided to speak back. Matatizo noticed the brightly coloured lioness speaking to just about each face she saw, but assumed she was nothing more than friendly. It was only when those eyes were staring at her, did Mata notice the build on her. Strength radiated from this lioness, and it took a lot for the younger female to not flinch. She was a warrior of Nysno, she should not show fear from a mere greeting.
"Yes," she replied, keeping her tone cool. Her second vision was showing her ghosts of a confrontation, of jovial exchanges, and of cool discussions. Any of which could be true, and Mata just had to wait and see how it went.
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2019 7:52 pm
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What a week! Two weeks? Leitis could barely keep track of the time that had flown the moment she had tripped into the maze. She had spent more time in it that she thought was possibly safe, but after a few harrowing moments here and there, she had finally emerged onto the other side. Into Skiringssal. It was a magical place, so unlike her home pride. The culture here was dripping with layers of generations to shape it. She barely had a moment to find her own feet before she was in a House, dedicating her future and her goals and dreams and her heart and mind to; Mimir. It sounded wonderful on paper, but the former quasi-princess was used to planning celebrations, not healing. Still, she had done her fair share of patching up bouncers that kept rowdy patrons in line, and figured that learning the tricks of the trade in Skiringssal wouldn't take her too long.
And then there was a part. A feast! She almost felt like she was back at her old home, where every month has a celebration to host.
She felt herself brimming, nearly buzzing with excitement as she followed paces after her own Jarl and his Vegr. She only knew them by sight, but it was the only line of familiarity as she tried to not gape at all the guests that were already here. Bright colours, sizing up each other, the food.... this was beautiful. She was probably gaping a bit too much, but it was so much to take in.
"Wow....this is a real feast," she said to no one in particular, glancing around at everything around her. Some bodies were blocking certain areas she wanted to check out, and she did her best to make mental notes to explore around later. First, she needed to snap her jaw shut before it became full of flies. |
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