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    Month of the Hawk, Ærra Jéola, Year of the Lion
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    Doing my morning inspection, I found that our newly arrived Turani ambassador had pitched his tent on the top of one of the guard towers.
    Note to self: Remember to put a sign that says "Beware! Here be dragons" at the staircase...
    We spoke at length about political actions and implications while he sat bare-chested in the morning cold making charcoal sketches of the vista... and of Frigard, I noted.
    All his flirting aside, the man has a mind as Sharp as his nose for political manouvering, yet he does not comprehend the scale of the North.
    He urged me to consolidate via marriage either to the south or the west, meaning Cimmeria or Vanaheim. To raise my banner and unify the North.
    As he spoke my vision started to blur slightly and a ghostly voice yelled at me through the memories I cannot tell are mine in truth.
    "All I wanted was a strip of more land to feed my people, to stop the big clans from squeezing me. All I wanted was to win a few victories to be proud of, to pass on something better to my sons than what I got from my father.”
    I felt a shadow of dread pass over me as the voice in my head continued. “Who was it who always had to push a step further? Who was it that would never let me stop? Who was it that had to taste blood, avenge her kin, and once she’d tasted blood got drunk on it, went mad with it, could never get enough?”
    Blood on my hands... brains in my hands as I smash a face to a pulp on a battlement, a crown bouncing off the broken skull and across a rooftop with a merry jingling.
    I faltered but Vahram did not seem to notice and the vision passed.
    I hastily made my excuses which suited Vahram fine. He was off to Brandoc to find female Company...

    Ymir protect Brandoc..
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    A small note left on my desk from Seidr Brynhild that Hetrun is afflicted with visions. That's the second case this week. Visions, the Vanir incursions, werewolves.. Too many odd things happening of late. It all adds up to... what?

    There are factors in this equation that are still unknown to me, or it could be singular incidents without greater meaning, yet..
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    Spoke to Rune regarding the injuries she suffered in the werewolf attack. She seems recovered well enough with the ministrations of Mord, but is running a fever.
    It could be nothing but I am going to have Atlis check in on her anyway.
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    Emil and Atlis have been examining the carcass of the werewolf the hird brought in.
    An alpha male of some power. Probably seeking new territory to establish a new flock, in their estimation.
    Unusual but not a rare thing to happen....

    I'm jumping at shadows.

    Emil stayed to speak awhile after Atlis left. Again this sense of keen awareness pulsing from the Remnant and suddenly an overwhelming sense of sadness.
    I made my excuses and beat a hasty retreat before my eye shamed myself without me knowing the cause.
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    Last edited by Lleilwin; 9th December 2013 at 08:48.

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    Month of the Hawk, Ærra Jéola, Year of the Lion
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    Another exotic visitor at Frigard. Kiyoki, a Khitan young woman of the temple of Derketo had travelled from Stygia to inquire about the incident that led me to expel the Aquilonian noble, Iranos, from Frigard.
    Apparently he has proposed to her, declaring her his eternal love.
    She feared his action was more motivated from wishes of political influence rather than everlasting love.
    Judging from the story of her life, Iranos is aiming high.
    I told her of my experiences with Iranos. That he had declared me his love as well, not long ago, that he had violated the Rues of Sanctuary in Frigard as well as being disrespectul towards the corpse of Torigar as his decapitated body was laid out in our temple.
    Considering her background, I will not be surprised if Iranos finds himself less than welcome next time, he deigns to visit her.
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    Mellisantia approached me in the evening as the Hird gathered to swap tales of glory. Taking me aside, she told me her search at our library for information regarding the curse her friend suffers, turned up nothing.
    She will continue her search elsewhere. However, she pledged her blade ter Frigard before taking her leave.
    She is now kin.
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    An Æsir of the northenmost part of Asaheim turned up in evening too. Grimskall, a warrior of obvious experience.
    He seeks glory in battle to honour a new god, which he named as Wod. To this effect he would join the warbands of Frigard, even though we are more concerned about holding and consolidating than raiding the South for gold
    I forbid him to honour his god by slaying his captives and he accepted.
    I need to speak more with this warrior. Learn of this new god.

    This is the second rare deity to have a follower make an appearance in as many weeks.
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    Month of the Hawk, Ærra Jéola, Year of the Lion
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    The time has come; the lineage and stability of Frigard must be preserved.
    I have made my choice.

    I asked Skjaldvar to meet me at the top of the keep with the view of Frigard below us. There could be no place more suitable considering what is at stake.
    I inquired Skjald in regards to those feelings towards me he had expressed earlier in the month.
    He stated they had not changed, if anything his feelings to me had increased, however, he did not feel "worthy" of the "Valkyrie" of Frigard, a chieftess in her own right, whereas he was naught but a vagabond of the North.
    I brushed his objections aside easily and before long he was kneeling, offering me marriage.
    I accepted, as both my heart and the ancient prophecies demanded.

    The wedding will take place in the new year, a new morn for Frigard, a new beginning of the ancient cycle.
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    Barely had we sealed our agreement before a guard brought us the message that Valhin had brought in a wounded woman. Fynrar had escorted them to the temple for the woman to heal.
    We went to the temple but the woman was already asleep and tended by Isylde.
    Valhin reported she had found a Vanir camp where this woman was held captive.
    She had manage to free her and they had made their escape to Frigard.

    Vanir again. Radulv will have much to answer for once we confront him in the new year.
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    Travelling to Conarch for provisions, I came upon Tyr tending a wounded young woman who had broken a leg as well as sustained several injuries from what looked like the fangs of a wolf.
    The woman, whose name is Freyvalis, turns out to be the granddaughter of Findael, our scholar who had gone to Conarch with me.
    The poor girl is mute, having had her tongue removed by Tortage slavers in her younger years.
    She returned to Frigard with Findael along with Skjaldvar and Tyr.
    Tyr needed to be distracted. He is deeply immersed in planning the attack that will place him face to face with Radulv, the slayer of his father.
    How can I possibly explain to him that he will need to bide his time a while yet without sounding long lost to insanity?
    Myself went to deal with the wolf which had attacked Freyvalis. I gave it Peace and returned to spend the night in Conarch
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    The next day I find Valhin in the tavern in the Company of three travellers; Tusakha, a man of obvios Khitan origin; probably a Hyrkan from his mannerisms, Ryllian, another Cimmerian who thinks hard talk makes a hard man, and Marcyilian, A stygian who claimed to be the fosterson of Jariana, the Commandant of the aquilonian mercenary Company, The Fallen.
    When I pointed out there could hardly be more than five winters difference in age between himself and Jariana, he seemed genuinely confused. I doubt his wits had been turned that much to mush by the presence of Valhin.
    I reckon Jariana has some secret of her own..

    A large old barstard of a Cimmerian man, Krunks, joined our table for a spell. After the usual challenges he seemed to settle for being friendly. His scars and amulet told me, however, I was in the presence of a hired killer. He will bear watching should he make true to his promise to visit Frigard.
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    Month of the Hawk, Ærra Jéola, Year of the Lion
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    The Remnant stirs today, and puts its considerable willforce into making me summon Seidr Brynhild and Emil.
    I have the sense it needs to communicate to the swordsman.
    Choosing between accepting this or splitting headache the rest of the day I summon them to a storage room beneath the keep.
    I ask Seidr Brynhild to perform a ritual of summoning and the last thing I see before my vision fade away is the tension in their faces.

    When I come to it is over. Seidr Brynhild has left the room but Emil is still there, though visibly upset.
    He reveals that the Remnant had asked for his help in fulfilling my Destiny.
    Not really wishing to know more; I don't press him further but take my leave.

    Today the first snow came down from the Mountains, covering the ground in white silence.
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