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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jago" data-source="post: 6999227" data-attributes="member: 6855130">[section][align=left]http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x111/tranced89/Eben_1.jpg[/align]~ Eben's eyebrows raised at the commitment which Thorir gave to the Ocean over their Home. " You truly are a Sea King, brother," he noted with a dry laugh, "To make Njörðr's realm your own despite having a land to call your own. Hah! I can almost agree with this: The Sea is the only place that ever took me in."He paused. Thought on that for a moment." Well ... perhaps not the only place. There was a  ... Ah. Another time. A different home."Eben drew a long gaze out to the cold waters, which suddenly did not feel so chilly. Almost ... comforting." But here is my home now," he reaffirmed, nodding solidly to Thorir, " If here is where we hang our shields, then yes: Come let Jörmungandr swallow us with our freedom at sea rather than shackled upon soft ground, come what may. I may have never known Father, but I know my kin, and my boots go where my kin goes."It was said with conviction, with the certainty of a man who had finally found home in a frigid North that had seemed determined to take it from him. Thorir was right: that he was Bastard-Born did not trouble him anymore, not when the crew and his brother accepted him for who he was and what he provided. Once it had been all that consumed him, but now ... Not now. It no longer seemed important once the Shieldwall was formed." Courage sharpens the Sword-Soul, brother, but it is still within Odin's Wisdom to consider when, and where, it is drawn," the younger countered, " Much blood lays upon my blade now. Much more than I would have imagined. But ..."He bit his lower lip sharply, chewed on it for a moment, as if mulling something over." But it is the blood of those who chose their Fate, as we have chosen ours. Should the gods, ours or other, have taken umbrage with our actions, then Tyr's Justice would have fallen upon us long ago. As our ship still floats, our sails stay full, and our coffers continue to grow, I would say I can take solace in that, my brother."Eben smiled warmly at Thorir, knowing that it was a burden to bear: to carry the responsibility of a noble and yet take such ignoble action. War and fire were only truly noble in the songs, and even the war between the Æsir and the Vanir was recorded by Bragi, The God of Poetry, as beginning with all the most heroic intentions and descending into naught but incomprehensible violence. Would Thorir then make the same choice as Old One-Eye, he wondered? Would they be able to set aside The Spear when the time came?" My mother once sailed these seas in peace," Eben told his kin, his eyes following the gentle rolls of the blue waters, " One day, I had hoped to do so as well, when this Wolf Age has ended."He had not spoken much of his life from back 'home' as it were, not in the years that Thorir had known him. For now, something on the salt winds loosened his tongue." It is my mother's shield I carry, you know. Supposedly handed down from her father when he served in the fyrd. It's carried me ever since I left her house. Saved my life many times. Yours too," he laughed, nudging Thorir with his elbow, " So while I may have accepted that The Wyrd cares naught whether I am Bastard-Born nor son of The King himself, I know that my past still dictates my Fate."His gaze tracked back to Thorir." As it does yours, Son of Volund."Eben Marenson let these thoughts fall to the back of his mind as Thorir explained his plan for the Isle of Heilgar. It was ... honestly? Quite brilliant. He had heard of such lands that The Gods had blessed, always making sure that they retained a measure of their power. Lands where man and woman could go and sit in the Wisdom of Odin, or find the strength of Thor. Isolated hamlets and hallowed grounds, spoken of in myth and legend to the point where most men would scarcely believe in something so sacred.But Eben believed. Eben had seen much alongside Thorir, and was now ready to see this Holy Isle." This is a great plan, brother, so long as those that come for us don't happen to be bearing any mistletoe," the Skald chuckled, " It will give us a refuge that we will sorely need after such a bold endeavor. Your mother was wise indeed to tell you of this place: I doubt even Einar would think to try and overcome the power of Baldur, let alone whomever the girl's father is. Even a Demiurgist would be compelled by the power of The Æsir."The Poet recalled a bit of their beliefs: he had grown up in the lands of The Demiurge. A God that preached peace whose followers spread by the sword. Curious lot. Though not entirely written off by Eben: ink marked onto his back still bore the Symbol of The Unifier alongside Huginn and Muninn, for he was of both worlds.He thought for a moment, tilting his head towards his taller sibling." Your mother told you of this place?" he questioned, " Was she devout to The Gods, then?"They shared their father's blood, but it was the blood of the mother that had them grow into two, different people. Eben was ... curious, to say the least. ~[/section][sblock=Eben's Stats]<a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/vl1emsqa0dxiepc/Eben%20The%20Poet%20Character%20Sheet.pdf?dl=0" target="_blank">Character Sheet</a>HP: 30/30Condition: NormalInitiative: +1Perception: +8[sblock=Combat Stats]AC: 17 Flat: 16 Touch: 11Fort: 5 Reflex: 2 Will: 5In Hand: NothingMasterwork Longsword: +7, 1d8+3, 19-20/x2Composite Longbow: +4 1d8+3, 20/x3, 110. ft.Arrows: 40/40[/sblock][sblock=Spells & Powers]Cantrips: UnlimitedDancing LightsKnow DirectionMage HandMessagePrestidigitationRead MagicLevel 1: 4/DayHorn of PursuitMoment of GreatnessRead WeatherTimely InspirationWindy EscapeLevel 2: 2/DayInvisibilityMirror ImageSkald Abilities: Raging Song: 18/18 Rounds RemainingPowerful Blow: 1/1 Per DayBorn Free: 1/1 Per Day[/sblock][sblock=Adventure Notes]Transactions:Total Coin: 28.03 GPGame Info:[/sblock][/sblock]</blockquote>

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