09/12/2017  Arrival of the God of Justice Category: Uncategorized Current mood:  color While many of the northern Gods were associated with battle and war none were more pointedly so than Tyr he was not simply a bloodthirsty warrior he was the pinnacle of justice and law. Seldom did Tyr visit the lands of men and when he did it was to to tend to some great work of some distant plan intricately worked out by his master strategist mind. Tyr had taken a few passing flames as his yet nont had mattered much to him with the exception perhaps of one a Tel′Avari woman by the name of Belisandra yet she and her people had been slaughtered many years ago.  The matter would have been forgotten by most as the Tel′Avari had always been a secretive people and their slaughter had gone all but noticed by any save the Gods. It was only by visiting the great Seer that Tyr had learned that his lover had born him a son yet the other Gods had blinded him from tyr to prevent him finding him. Of course this was but folly for blood will always beget blood. It  had taken more than a few years for him to locate and find where his son was. At that moment the darkened skies above the place of his son′s dwelling darkened as a raging storm grew. The skies were dark as night as shads of silver lightning split the sky and the winds gathered. In one flash of pure bright lightning Tyr appeared upon the cliffs by the cabin dark haired and wrapped in armor and fur. He was unaware that his son was sleeping still after such passion it was ironic that only by the power that surged from him in his pleasure that Tyr had found him. He had expected to find the young boy alone yet as he took a couple of steps closer he sensed another presence in the home. Drawing his sword with a grating sound he held it in a lowerd posture. "Come forth and present yourself before me..If you have a shred of honour in that soul of yours do not make me seek you out." Tyr held the great sword with one hand his other having been claimed by Fenrir the gauntlet of the missing hand was a solid gold hand forged for him by Brokkr in pennence for his lost hand. 03: PM 16 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos  Back to Blog List

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	Ladgerda Queen of Denmark	After spending the night with Fayte , she woke up with a bad feeling in her , she has being having dreams about her children’s , bloody head on hooks and swords pointing towards her not being able to see a face .but waking up in a cosy feeling, she gaze at Fayte and realised he was peaceful sleeping . even the strong rest too, perhaps she should rest back and close her eyes but the feeling intrigues her greatly. A soft breeze caresses the entrances she has never sleep in a place like this, Lagertha, a skilled amazon, who, though a maiden, had the courage of a man, and fought in front among the bravest with her hair loose over her shoulders. All marvelled at her matchless deeds, for her locks flying down her back betrayed that she was a woman. placing her hand over her naked chest till a strong male voice got her attention, she shutters her skin crawls not knowing who it was, all she could feel was danger towards them. Lagertha never felt fear in heart and soul, she was a warrior a women and mother, she begun to think where she last saw the weapons, she has fought many battle and when she thought she was free and able to gain her strength she sees herself facing the unseen in a situation she has never being before. She rose from the ground and seek for the room where weapons lies at her disposal , not wanted to awake Fayte which I am sure he would gladly face the unknown ..she begun to think if he knew this was coming, but not taking chances she must do what the male voice commands grabbing a long silver sword walking by the young Fayte hoping he would not awake ..she fears for his life , he was everything to her , he was the one who have given her confidence and promises of a new life , without him there cannot be her and slowly without clothes all bare without shame she stepped outside and see a young , but not so young a male dressed in dark amour and a sword in hand . . I… “She paused lowering her head slightly not taking a glimpse away for the man before her … this wasn’t a normal man, this was .. the though paused confused and dazzled she rose her blue hues to glimpse at him one more time before speaking ” I am Lagertha “ she bows once more and buries the sharp sword to the solid ground “ What do you wish from this lands what brings your demanding frame to call up on me” she spoke in her fearless female tone with a dark smile across her lips . Posted by Ladgerda Queen of Denmark on Tue Sep 12, 2017, 16:09 [Reply to this]

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