Post by antoinette on Jun 22, 2012 16:07:23 GMT -6
Important Points in the Life of Antoinette
I was born to a mother who adored me, and a father who wanted a son. My mother was strong for eight years, despite 3 stillbirths, and one boy who lived only a week. Arne, Folkvar, Sindri and Astridr, these were my little brothers and sister. She was strong for years, but after so much my mother, she stopped trying, and left for the domain of Hel, Keeper of the Dead. My father, whom I had never seen weep before, wept tears of sorrow and grief for my mother, for his lost sons, and even for his lost daughter. I was eight when my mother died.
Many believed that my father would remarry. He never did. It was proof that the love he bore my mother was deep and lasted beyond death. He resigned to the fact he would not have a son, that I would be his solo legacy on earth. He started to teach me things. I learned to hunt to feed myself, I learned to forge weapons. He did never teach me how to wield a sword, but I learned how to make them, for that was what my father did. He was a swordsmith by trade. My father went from being the man who lived in the house with us, to being my father. I loved him and he loved me. At least I thought he did when I was almost ten.
I remember it being a horribly cold day, a day where I would have never left my home unless it was extremely dire. I was sitting by the hearth, card-weaving a new trim for a tunic my father asked me to make for him when I heard the cries of a child, a small one, from outside. I wrapped myself in all the warmth I could find. I looked like every beast with fur as I walked out the doors looking for the source of the cry. I wasn’t even out of sight of my home when I saw, a child, he looked about three. He was small, underdressed and pale. I knew I couldn’t just leave him, so I picked him up and I brought him home. I found on him a note. It read, “This child is called Kodite.” I was just barely ten when I brought Kodite home.
My mother, before she walked towards the domain of Hel, Keeper of the Dead, she taught me of Forseti, the God of Justice and Truth. She taught me that everything you do in life should be done lawfully, truthfully and with honor. She told me that if I wanted to be a daughter of Forseti, I must always seek justice, I must never lie, and I must always seek to help others in every way that I could. Because of this, I could not leave a child out in the cold. I could not see this child, the one called Kodite die in the cold. I vowed to convince my father to take in this child as his own. I would give him the son that he always wanted. It would not be easy, but I was a very determined at ten years old.
My father, he told me once that I had given him everything in life that a daughter could give a father. I remember that because it was the day he met Kodite. We determined that Kodite was not from around here. He was much too thin, much too pale and he spoke oddly. My father kept him anyway. I had a little brother. He told us that he was three when he finally spoke after we took him in. I smiled, I always wanted a sibling. I went right to making him proper clothing, and teaching him how to speak our language. My father was so happy; he could not wait to teach Kodite the things that a father teaches a son. He promised not to forget about me, and he never did. Again at ten years old I adored my father.
Years past and Kodite grew; despite my best attempts to fatten him up he was always thin. He was always cold as well. Father and I determined that he must have been from somewhere warm. Father always talked about these warm places when he came back from raids and journeys with the other men. He always brought me back something pretty. Much of my beads, my brooches, and other fancy things were gifts from my father. I knew where they had come from and I accepted that it was a part of my culture and there was nothing wrong with that. The item I hold most dear is a string of amethyst that was gifted to me by a very close friend. I will always cherish it, though I understand not his way of life, nor his religion, I will always look upon him fondly. He once saved me from a great flood. I was growing into a young woman and my brother into a young man. I watch him sword fight with father. When I was seventeen I had everything in life I could ask for.
I never really noticed until it was too late that my father was growing very ill. It was a very slow moving illness, one that if I had caught earlier, maybe he would have lived. Father, was ill, very ill went he and Kodite went off on the last journey father would take, and Kodite’s first. He died in battle, at least that what they tell me, which is the goal of any horsemen. He left us to make the journey to Valhalla, in Odin’s domain. Kodite came back safe from his first journey, saddened by that fact father was now gone. Kodite handed me father’s sword, which we put above the hearth, and a string of glass beads that father had obtained for me. I cried. I was nineteen when I became an orphan.
We gave father a traditional Norse funeral. He was placed within a small ship, his grave offerings were given. They were swords he had made, his shield, and small tokens from me and Kodite. They told us he would be at peace with the world. We had to wait seven days before anything else could happen in regards to my father’s things. For on the seventh day after my father died we celebrated the sjaund. The celebration of sjaund involved ritual drinking and it was the only way to socially demarcate the case of my father’s death. After the celebration of the sjaund, Kodite became the head of our small household as the solo male heir. We divided no property between ourselves. It went as it should and life continued.
There was nothing normal about my family; if you didn’t notice that yet. My mother died when I was eight. My father never remarried, which was odd. My father and I adopted a very pale, very lanky little boy. My father never arranged a marriage for me before he died when I was nineteen. I am twenty and unmarried. Nothing about my family is or was normal. When my brother was young sometimes random green spots appeared on his skin. These green spots faded as he grew older and as he spent more and more time outside. He was drawn to anything shiny, if it sparked or shone in the light, he wanted it. The men of the town said it seem as if he had been raiding towns and cities his whole life. He made easy work of any place they went. He was ALWAYS hungry. To say he ate a lot was an understatement. He ate more than any other boy his age I had ever met. We ended up moving to the outskirts of the settlement to plant a farm and raise a couple of cows. We dismantled most of the home we had grown up in and moved it with us. The house we built, it wasn’t perfect, the roof sometimes leaked and there wasn’t much we could do because our tools had fallen into decay from lack of use and proper care. I was twenty, almost twenty-one when I started to notice my brother was just a little different than normal boys.
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What is this Armageddon…they say it is the end of the world. The end of the world? I think not! I am glad I left my brother behind. This is no Ragnarǫk. Who are these gods? This Sylas and Zalen? This Nurgle, Skribbit, and Khorne? What have my brother and I walked into, this world over the ocean, this places where these gods I do not understand exist. We have found safety in the halls of the Northern Alliance. These are true Norsemen and women. They fight under the banner of Odin and his priests. There are many in the Alliance that worship other gods, but they all come together under Odin and fight like true Norsemen in battle. We have made our home in the north land of Thunder Guard, where I rule as an almost queen. We have wandered much and meet many along the way and here with the men and women of Thunder Guard and the Northern Alliance is where we make our new home. I also have found safety and family among those that call themselves Clan of the Hydra. My skills are useful here and I can learn much from the others that claim the hydra, their skills are many and varied. I do not yet understand this culture where monsters, these goblyns, lizardmen, orks, ogres and chaos bugbears, live and roam among humans. Where elves and hobbits venture from their native lands, and dwarves roam on the surface of the earth. These things are odd to me, there were no elves, hobbits, dwarves, and monsters roaming in my native land. Adjustments will have to be made if we are to handle life in this new world.
I have wandered far to end up here in Thunder Guard. This village is small, there are many. Many children yet few adults, and even few women still. Is this the place lost children go? Were they all abandoned here, as Kodite was abandoned? How they ended up here, just as how I ended up here matters not. All that Matters now is that I am here and I shall take care of them as my own. I have my brother, Kodite, not event human by nature but my brother none the less. Then there is Xyston, the young French noble seeking a life away from the French court, or so he says. There is Kumtrya he is not really sure where he comes from or where he is going. Also Cicero, the boy is a bit insane, his past is rife with things I do not understand and he will not talk about. Then there is Treebore, a wild young man that emerged from the forests surrounding Thunder Guard not long ago. Sprong T. Clockwork, another monsters among men, he calls himself a mech goblin and speaks nothing but how he wishes to impress the King of the mech goblyns, someone by the name of Spike, when he finally meets him one day. These are the parentless children of Thunder Guard, all whom I have taken into my care. There are also Harmony a young lady assumedly of Japanese decent, who calls herself a niko, whatever that means; she appears and acts mostly human and Mitz her brother, he calls a deity, we are not sure exactly what he is god over. Harmony and Mitz are the only two older children who have a parent in Thunder Guard. Their mother is Hematite. Then there is Bishop. He is the War Baby of Thunder Guard. His father is Tyrimas Illano, Weapon smith and Quartermaster of Thunder Guard.
I was born to a mother who adored me, and a father who wanted a son. My mother was strong for eight years, despite 3 stillbirths, and one boy who lived only a week. Arne, Folkvar, Sindri and Astridr, these were my little brothers and sister. She was strong for years, but after so much my mother, she stopped trying, and left for the domain of Hel, Keeper of the Dead. My father, whom I had never seen weep before, wept tears of sorrow and grief for my mother, for his lost sons, and even for his lost daughter. I was eight when my mother died.
Many believed that my father would remarry. He never did. It was proof that the love he bore my mother was deep and lasted beyond death. He resigned to the fact he would not have a son, that I would be his solo legacy on earth. He started to teach me things. I learned to hunt to feed myself, I learned to forge weapons. He did never teach me how to wield a sword, but I learned how to make them, for that was what my father did. He was a swordsmith by trade. My father went from being the man who lived in the house with us, to being my father. I loved him and he loved me. At least I thought he did when I was almost ten.
I remember it being a horribly cold day, a day where I would have never left my home unless it was extremely dire. I was sitting by the hearth, card-weaving a new trim for a tunic my father asked me to make for him when I heard the cries of a child, a small one, from outside. I wrapped myself in all the warmth I could find. I looked like every beast with fur as I walked out the doors looking for the source of the cry. I wasn’t even out of sight of my home when I saw, a child, he looked about three. He was small, underdressed and pale. I knew I couldn’t just leave him, so I picked him up and I brought him home. I found on him a note. It read, “This child is called Kodite.” I was just barely ten when I brought Kodite home.
My mother, before she walked towards the domain of Hel, Keeper of the Dead, she taught me of Forseti, the God of Justice and Truth. She taught me that everything you do in life should be done lawfully, truthfully and with honor. She told me that if I wanted to be a daughter of Forseti, I must always seek justice, I must never lie, and I must always seek to help others in every way that I could. Because of this, I could not leave a child out in the cold. I could not see this child, the one called Kodite die in the cold. I vowed to convince my father to take in this child as his own. I would give him the son that he always wanted. It would not be easy, but I was a very determined at ten years old.
My father, he told me once that I had given him everything in life that a daughter could give a father. I remember that because it was the day he met Kodite. We determined that Kodite was not from around here. He was much too thin, much too pale and he spoke oddly. My father kept him anyway. I had a little brother. He told us that he was three when he finally spoke after we took him in. I smiled, I always wanted a sibling. I went right to making him proper clothing, and teaching him how to speak our language. My father was so happy; he could not wait to teach Kodite the things that a father teaches a son. He promised not to forget about me, and he never did. Again at ten years old I adored my father.
Years past and Kodite grew; despite my best attempts to fatten him up he was always thin. He was always cold as well. Father and I determined that he must have been from somewhere warm. Father always talked about these warm places when he came back from raids and journeys with the other men. He always brought me back something pretty. Much of my beads, my brooches, and other fancy things were gifts from my father. I knew where they had come from and I accepted that it was a part of my culture and there was nothing wrong with that. The item I hold most dear is a string of amethyst that was gifted to me by a very close friend. I will always cherish it, though I understand not his way of life, nor his religion, I will always look upon him fondly. He once saved me from a great flood. I was growing into a young woman and my brother into a young man. I watch him sword fight with father. When I was seventeen I had everything in life I could ask for.
I never really noticed until it was too late that my father was growing very ill. It was a very slow moving illness, one that if I had caught earlier, maybe he would have lived. Father, was ill, very ill went he and Kodite went off on the last journey father would take, and Kodite’s first. He died in battle, at least that what they tell me, which is the goal of any horsemen. He left us to make the journey to Valhalla, in Odin’s domain. Kodite came back safe from his first journey, saddened by that fact father was now gone. Kodite handed me father’s sword, which we put above the hearth, and a string of glass beads that father had obtained for me. I cried. I was nineteen when I became an orphan.
We gave father a traditional Norse funeral. He was placed within a small ship, his grave offerings were given. They were swords he had made, his shield, and small tokens from me and Kodite. They told us he would be at peace with the world. We had to wait seven days before anything else could happen in regards to my father’s things. For on the seventh day after my father died we celebrated the sjaund. The celebration of sjaund involved ritual drinking and it was the only way to socially demarcate the case of my father’s death. After the celebration of the sjaund, Kodite became the head of our small household as the solo male heir. We divided no property between ourselves. It went as it should and life continued.
There was nothing normal about my family; if you didn’t notice that yet. My mother died when I was eight. My father never remarried, which was odd. My father and I adopted a very pale, very lanky little boy. My father never arranged a marriage for me before he died when I was nineteen. I am twenty and unmarried. Nothing about my family is or was normal. When my brother was young sometimes random green spots appeared on his skin. These green spots faded as he grew older and as he spent more and more time outside. He was drawn to anything shiny, if it sparked or shone in the light, he wanted it. The men of the town said it seem as if he had been raiding towns and cities his whole life. He made easy work of any place they went. He was ALWAYS hungry. To say he ate a lot was an understatement. He ate more than any other boy his age I had ever met. We ended up moving to the outskirts of the settlement to plant a farm and raise a couple of cows. We dismantled most of the home we had grown up in and moved it with us. The house we built, it wasn’t perfect, the roof sometimes leaked and there wasn’t much we could do because our tools had fallen into decay from lack of use and proper care. I was twenty, almost twenty-one when I started to notice my brother was just a little different than normal boys.
Other Bits of Lore
What is this Armageddon…they say it is the end of the world. The end of the world? I think not! I am glad I left my brother behind. This is no Ragnarǫk. Who are these gods? This Sylas and Zalen? This Nurgle, Skribbit, and Khorne? What have my brother and I walked into, this world over the ocean, this places where these gods I do not understand exist. We have found safety in the halls of the Northern Alliance. These are true Norsemen and women. They fight under the banner of Odin and his priests. There are many in the Alliance that worship other gods, but they all come together under Odin and fight like true Norsemen in battle. We have made our home in the north land of Thunder Guard, where I rule as an almost queen. We have wandered much and meet many along the way and here with the men and women of Thunder Guard and the Northern Alliance is where we make our new home. I also have found safety and family among those that call themselves Clan of the Hydra. My skills are useful here and I can learn much from the others that claim the hydra, their skills are many and varied. I do not yet understand this culture where monsters, these goblyns, lizardmen, orks, ogres and chaos bugbears, live and roam among humans. Where elves and hobbits venture from their native lands, and dwarves roam on the surface of the earth. These things are odd to me, there were no elves, hobbits, dwarves, and monsters roaming in my native land. Adjustments will have to be made if we are to handle life in this new world.
I have wandered far to end up here in Thunder Guard. This village is small, there are many. Many children yet few adults, and even few women still. Is this the place lost children go? Were they all abandoned here, as Kodite was abandoned? How they ended up here, just as how I ended up here matters not. All that Matters now is that I am here and I shall take care of them as my own. I have my brother, Kodite, not event human by nature but my brother none the less. Then there is Xyston, the young French noble seeking a life away from the French court, or so he says. There is Kumtrya he is not really sure where he comes from or where he is going. Also Cicero, the boy is a bit insane, his past is rife with things I do not understand and he will not talk about. Then there is Treebore, a wild young man that emerged from the forests surrounding Thunder Guard not long ago. Sprong T. Clockwork, another monsters among men, he calls himself a mech goblin and speaks nothing but how he wishes to impress the King of the mech goblyns, someone by the name of Spike, when he finally meets him one day. These are the parentless children of Thunder Guard, all whom I have taken into my care. There are also Harmony a young lady assumedly of Japanese decent, who calls herself a niko, whatever that means; she appears and acts mostly human and Mitz her brother, he calls a deity, we are not sure exactly what he is god over. Harmony and Mitz are the only two older children who have a parent in Thunder Guard. Their mother is Hematite. Then there is Bishop. He is the War Baby of Thunder Guard. His father is Tyrimas Illano, Weapon smith and Quartermaster of Thunder Guard.