Venym Nyx

The Orvars of Hethnar, in the Northern reaches of Norland, invite those interested in celebrating a winter event - to bring the snow in to prepare for the coming cold. [An invitation, posted neatly upon a large piece of parchment paper, would be sent all throughout Almaris to any and all those interested in reading. The hand writing is neat, along with colourful drawings that surrounded the borders of the paper to signify it's importance.] ~ * ~ For those who wish to indulge in the culture of the Gorundyr to celebrate a birth, a binding of marriage, a celebration of a new Gorundyr joining, as well as a sacred ritual and festival of the winter coming- Come to Hethnar, North of Varhelm- capitol to Norland - and spend time with it's people! In this celebration, the Gorundyr people aim to host a good time, drinks, foods, games, and rituals to take part in, or merely watch as it happens. The celebration is to take place within the tavern of Hethnar, due North with an ice eagle statue near it's entrance, as well as the burning of the largest tree right out front. Come, join us in our happiness, spend time with our locals, and stay awhile! All are welcome, and everyone may stay as long as they like! ~ * ~ Signed and officiated by the Jarls of Hethnar, Northern reaches of Norland ((For OOC information, the event will be on Saturday, 10am EST. 12/19/2020. Coords: -1631, 115, -2936))

I absolutely hate having to walk everywhere. It’s the bane of my existance because of shitty-ass players that take the piss out of **** banditry. -1

Saoirse would hold the parchment, staring at it with the most blank expression. The longer she read, the more her lips began to purse only to offer a heavy sigh. Her cold, emerald, gaze then flickered in the direction of Balrog, as he’s ALWAYS around her, and slapped him with the paper. ”W’AT IN THA’ FEIK ARE YE’ DOIN’ TELLIN’ EVERYONE?! YE’ TRY’NA GIT KILLED?! I’VE BEEN TOL’ THA’ SHEIT THA’ FIRS’ BALROG DI’. YE’ KNOW THA’ DWED WILL COME AF’ER YE’ FOR T’IS. YE’ FEIKIN’ IDJIT.” She continued to slap her hand, with paper in it, against the Dark-Dwed’s face.

Saoirse Ungur Ravja af Orvar would open the missive she had been eagerly awaiting and read over the contents of it. A prideful smile laced her berry-tinted lips as she allowed her emerald orbs to skim over the letter. ”Ye’ ‘ave me swor’ an’ bow, fahdon. I ‘ope ta’ mee’ ye’ an’ yer kin in bat’le ta’ save our ‘ome from bein’ decima’ed by tha’ void.”

Saoirse would issue a saddened sigh as she read the letter, staring at it as though it were a thousand yards away. ”’ow saddenin’.” She remarked with a gloomy tone.

« ᛍᛚᚪᚾ ᚮᚱᚡᚪᚱ » « Fleyja Sevlla, Fleyja Fjarri. » Unae huksa faer ro heimskur til gera slik en vetna, Brodir; vit unae einnig skilja faeryd thurf na desire til gera fit. Unae villi aldrig beygja fe aukja til fe keisaradaemi, vit unae villi avalt stol fyrirutan faer ir sveit faer gera laeta ert kyn. Ef thaeti er sveit faer trutu er beztr laeta ert fyrdar, tjal unae et behind faer. Vit vita thaeta ef thaeti gerir aptr eldur, unae efni fit er ull onae til stingur uppi sveit piece'ja thaeta unae kan. Sem vig Orvar, fit er minn faeding rettr til velja fit aptr uppi. Unae gera ki vijane til, svo instead unae villi hjalp faer talr aptr sveit vi hafdi, na meir. ----------------------------------- -------------------------------- ~ ᛜᛡᛜᛡᛜ ~ Ungur Hundur’de – Saoirse Ungur Ravja af Orvar Translation: I think you are stupid to do such a thing, brother; but I also understand your need and desire to do it. I will never bend the knee to the empire, but I will always stand beside you in what you do for our kind. If this is what you believe is best for our people, then I am behind you. But know that if this does back fire, I feel it is upon me to pick up what pieces that I can. As an Orvar, it is my birth right to pick it back up. I do not want to, so instead I will help you take back what we had, and more.

Saoirse would stand before the casket, staring at it with reddened eyes, tears staining her cheeks. Utter, unnerving, silence came from her as severe pain and depression seemed to ooz from her being. It was clear to all that Edward was someone incredibly important to her. Someone high on her list of importance. After a long while of silence and staring, she dropped to her knees and began to weep silently; her body trembling as she did so. ”I nee’ me bes’ frien’… I cannae do t’is wit’ou’ ye’… please…” She begged, despite knowing he wouldn’t come back. Her left hand came up to press to the wooden burial bed, shaking with extreme sadness. ”Dunnae wworry, fahdon… I will see ye’ again in a few years…” She stated between stifled sobs.

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MC Name: VenymNyx Discord: VenymNyx#3180 IRP Name: Saoirse Ungur Ravja af Orvar Age: 24 Race: Highlander Social Rank: Orvar

Saoirse stared at this, frowning rather heavily. She then ripped the paper up and scowled once finishing, issuing a gentle growl. ”I knew Oren never died. Tha’ very same people ‘o feikin’ ripped me people from our ‘omes an’ tied ta’ ligh’ us on fire. All because we’re differen’ from tha’ normal. Because we dunnae follow tha’ Cannonis’ faith. Feik dis.” She spat to the side after dropping the missive.

Saoirse would stand proudly next to her Father, Ruari, remaining quiet as she listened to everyone speak. It was clear the girl harbored an utter hatred for the situation and resented the people who side with those who attacked her home, unprovoked. ”No one came to us, offered words of wisdom, any chance ta’ ‘redeem’ ourselves. No’ that i’ would necessarily ma’er. Jus’ as a Cannonis’ wouldn’ change their ways an’ le’ their beliefs waver, why shoul’ we? Wha’ gives anyone tha’ righ’ ta’ tell us wha’ we can and cannae worship and believe in. I ‘appened ta’ jus’ wake up af’er everyt’in’ ‘appened, an’ ‘ad ta’ tend ta’ me Fadir,” She suddenly gestured towards Ruari. ”An’ try ta’ make sure ‘e di’n’t feikin’ bleed ta’ death. ‘E explained tha’ ‘ole ma’er ta’ me an’ me Aun’. An’ me Fadir is nei a lyin’ man. Bu’ i’s nei like our words ma’er, righ’? ‘Cause we’re some’ow pagan scum, aye?” She turned her head away and spat at the ground, glaring.

Saoirse would smile widely as she read the notice, quite pleased with this. It was clear Graham made her proud, offering a heartfelt “Agreed, Rikr Brodir. Kogaan.” Towards the paper.

Saoirse would seem to stare at the person who stated about the church and blinked loudly. ”Methinks yer blind. Tch.” She scoffed softly and moved to stand next to Torleif, shaking her head.

I absolutely love this. Will always love your lore, Owyn.