Archon Basileus
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HALLS OF DUST
(ALEC MACTRIER)
The hearth burned fiercely as old Embla fed it even more. The wrinkled matron dragged her feet, a look of surprise on everyone’s faces as she energetically ran back and forth like a young girl.
“Seven Bruises, woman, that’s enough!” – Garth insisted, pointing to the fires. “How tall do you want it to go?” – Jarl Alec’s aid became nervous whenever Embla turned obsessed with something. And she had been doing it a lot lately.
“It will be enough when I say so, Garth… Now go fetch the kitchen girls, the tables need mead and game…” – she rasped while poking the fire nervously. “And see if the Jarl needs anything… He’s probably coming to greet his people…” – she silenced suddenly. Embla had helped raise Alec’s daughters with care and diligence. In fact, almost everyone could remember Embla taking care of the local children, tending to wounds and serving in the longhouse. Embla was as old as anyone could recall. Many would say she even began to look like an elm tree as time passed, the muscles twisted over the bones beneath a thin, wrinkled and spotted skin.
Garth took his time.
“She’ll be fine…” – he finally said. “Einar is a great Jarl… He’ll protect her. Don’t worry, old Embla…”
“Aye, he is the son of a great Jarl… And that’s what concerns me the most…” – she replied, contemplating the furious lights she had unleashed.
“Trust our Lord, Embla…” – he reminded her, his fingers brushing the crossed circle pending from his neck, a symbol of the Demiurge.
“I trust him to leave us to our decisions, Garth... And I hope our lady Astrid has done the right one…” – she falls silent for a moment, waving at the aid with impatience. “But no more of this! Go! I’ll check on Sylvia… Before she’s sent to Göttland or Gorias or anywhere else…” – the old woman moans and leaves the fire to roar through the halls, waiting for the arrival of the Jarl.
[The longhouse is open and festivities begin! Even though you're one daughter shorter... Well, at least the food is good! I imagined you'd have opened your halls to part with Astrid, as tradition would ask, and that you would keep the party going a bit longer, using it to discuss plans for the coming summer]
@Fenris @Queenie @tglassy @Jago
(ALEC MACTRIER)
The hearth burned fiercely as old Embla fed it even more. The wrinkled matron dragged her feet, a look of surprise on everyone’s faces as she energetically ran back and forth like a young girl.
“Seven Bruises, woman, that’s enough!” – Garth insisted, pointing to the fires. “How tall do you want it to go?” – Jarl Alec’s aid became nervous whenever Embla turned obsessed with something. And she had been doing it a lot lately.
“It will be enough when I say so, Garth… Now go fetch the kitchen girls, the tables need mead and game…” – she rasped while poking the fire nervously. “And see if the Jarl needs anything… He’s probably coming to greet his people…” – she silenced suddenly. Embla had helped raise Alec’s daughters with care and diligence. In fact, almost everyone could remember Embla taking care of the local children, tending to wounds and serving in the longhouse. Embla was as old as anyone could recall. Many would say she even began to look like an elm tree as time passed, the muscles twisted over the bones beneath a thin, wrinkled and spotted skin.
Garth took his time.
“She’ll be fine…” – he finally said. “Einar is a great Jarl… He’ll protect her. Don’t worry, old Embla…”
“Aye, he is the son of a great Jarl… And that’s what concerns me the most…” – she replied, contemplating the furious lights she had unleashed.
“Trust our Lord, Embla…” – he reminded her, his fingers brushing the crossed circle pending from his neck, a symbol of the Demiurge.
“I trust him to leave us to our decisions, Garth... And I hope our lady Astrid has done the right one…” – she falls silent for a moment, waving at the aid with impatience. “But no more of this! Go! I’ll check on Sylvia… Before she’s sent to Göttland or Gorias or anywhere else…” – the old woman moans and leaves the fire to roar through the halls, waiting for the arrival of the Jarl.
[The longhouse is open and festivities begin! Even though you're one daughter shorter... Well, at least the food is good! I imagined you'd have opened your halls to part with Astrid, as tradition would ask, and that you would keep the party going a bit longer, using it to discuss plans for the coming summer]
@Fenris @Queenie @tglassy @Jago
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