Brunhilde :: (Read-Only) - Myth-Weavers
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Brunhilde was always a difficult child. Her sister Beatrix was polite and well-mannered, studied hard, did her chores, and was the apple of her father's eye. Brunhilde sulked, ran away, climbed trees, came home after days of worry for her mother with torn clothes and scratches and mud in her hair.
And yet, the two sisters shared a strong bond. When Laszlo Greenbranch tried to force himself, drunk, on Beatrix at the summer's end festival, Brunhilde beat him til he was black and blue before dumping him naked in front of the mayor's house for all to see.
When Beatrix was accepted as an apprentice to the wizard Misthyxalon, Brunhilde accompanied her to the city, prouder than anyone of her little sister. She couldn't read the letters Beatrix sent back, having never paid enough attention to her own schooling, but she loved the occasional visits home, and marvelled at the displays of magic her sister entertained the villagers with. Coloured globes that lit up the room, and images of tiny knights and ladies riding on miniature horses - an 'illusionist' she called herself.
While Beatrix studied, Brunhilde struggled at home. Suddenly aware of a deal more responsbility towards her parents, she tried, oh how she tried, to master her father's craft of milling. Yet while she could climb trees and cliffs the local boys quailed at, when it came to fine work she was all thumbs, until one day her father hugged her and said he was selling up the mill; Milo Greenbranch was taking over.
Somehow, the thought of a Greenbranch taking over made a little knot of rage inside Brunhilde that grew every time she saw that smiling fool Laszlo swaggering around town. Brunhilde realised it was time to move on, at least for a while, so she packed her few things, kissed her parents goodbye, and headed off, not knowing exactly where she was going or what she was going to do when she got there.
Strolling down the west road, she met a young man. He said his name was Gregor, and that he was a traveller who sought to bring glory to the church of Kord through brave deeds. While she might not have quite agreed with the religious side of things, Brunhilde found him a friendly and honest fellow, and so she decided to journey with him for a while at least. Together they travelled the lands, and when they stopped in the city so Gregor could tithe at his temple, Brunhilde got speaking to another of the priests, a huge half-orc with an axe as big as a little halfling girl. At first he laughed - not in nasty way - when Brunhilde asked if he would teach her to use one like it, but eventually her persistent badgering paid off, and he not only showed her how to cut and slash, but gave her an old axe of his own as a gift.
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It had been almost a year and half since she'd been home, but it was only a little way off her route, so she told Gregor she would meet him in a few days. Her parents were overjoyed to see her, and after her mother had stopped hugging her, they sat down to a fine meal. She told them of her new life (and went bright red when her mother asked if she and Gregor were to be wed!), and said she was hoping to travel to see Beatrix. A look passed between her mother and father. They told her they had received a letter from her some months back saying she was accompanying some people to a place called Oakhurst at the request of her master. They had waited for another letter and when none had come, they had written to her master but the letter had gone unanswered. Her father had travelled to the city to be told the wizard was gone, his rooms no longer let. Confused, he had returned home.
Her mother had burst into tears, and after calming her, Brunhilde had said she would sort everything. She would find her sister and bring her home. Next morning, she sent word to Gregor that she was taking the Old Road for Oakhurst and that he should meet her there. She was about to set off when there was a knock at the door. When her father opened it, there was a gnome standing there. Her father was about to politely say they didn't wish to buy his wares (having assumed he was a wandering tinker) when Brunhilde realised she had seen the fellow before. After a moment she realised where: at Misthyxalon's rooms, he was another student. Anxious in case he had news, she almost dragged him in, but alas he too was none the wiser. Brunhilde outlined her plan, and the gnome, who she remembered was called Eivan, agreed to go with her.
She is looking for her sister. In the pit of her stomach the little knot of rage is beginning to form again. Last time she walked away until it had subsided. This time, if anything has happened to Beatrix, she might let it out...
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