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 Eye for an eye, Mim
Ragnvald Stækar
 Posted: 19 Oct 16, 14:47
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"Fate whispers to the warrior, 'you cannot withstand the storm' and the warrior whispers back 'I am the storm'"

Jarl of Skorravir
Male
10 posts


[MATURE CONTENT]


I may be of flesh
"...and bone, but my legacy is made of stone"

The waves where crashing trough the rocks and cliffs that surrounded Vald. His blue eyes where focussed on every whirlpool that was created while the wind was brushing trough the fierce water. Falling into the water would be a shame, messing with the waves would be like messing with day and night, wrong or right It would be a total disaster to take a jump from the cliffs and crash into the waves. Vald and his brothers often tried it, but nog on these high cliffs always on the lower ones. But maybe they should try it one more time before they would leave this beautiful and free landscape and travel to another village.

It was a rather chilly morning and the sun had just rise above the horizon, the mist damped around Vald and his horse while he was just standing on the edge of the cliffs waiting for what this day would bring. And he knew what this day would bring him, he knew it a bit too well. A cold feeling rushed trough his spine once he though about that this was probably the last day he would have woken up as an unmarried man. His father has promised him a beautiful wife but he has never seen her, he only knew her name and it kept haunting him in his dreams until he got crazy of it and woke up covered in sweat and after a few days of not sleeping very well he decided just to stay awake. Vald did not knew why it was bothering him so much, but in the mean time he tried not too think about it too much.

A soft sigh rushed trough his lips and for a second he could hear it echoing in the distance, But no one replied.. He had hoped the waves would have replied, they would have taken him with them but this was not the day he would die. This was the day he had to take care of someone for the rest of his “life”. Although he already took care of this village, after all he was the Jarl and had a lot of responsibilities. This time things where totally different.

After almost an hour of standing there he heard hoof prints coming his way. Vald turned his head around and watched his right hand coming his way. he stopped next to him with his eyes on the horizon I’ve come to take you to your ‘wedding’ m’lord he began with a rather though voice. Thank you Bealon Vald replied shortly. This time a harder sigh slipped trough his lips and he pointed his view for one last time on the wild sea, His father wanted this and his fathers will was still law here.

Vald turned his head around and Bealon immediately followed him, He already put on some “nicer” clothes so he had not to bother about getting dressed or something, Vald did not really cared about clothes and stuff like that, as long as it was comfortable and good in battle he was comfortable with it.

The village was not far away, they only had to rode over a hill and after they went over it he could see the smaller village from a distant. It was not very large but they did not need a large village, they where travelling for quite some time after all and there was enough space for all of them.

Once they entered the village Vald jumped off his horse and watched the ceremonial setting inside the larger tent, There where no decorations inside the tent only the people who attended the wedding. Vald walked into the tent with Bealon next to him, and he could see his father already sitting on the large chair where the ceremonial would take place. he tilted his head a little greeting his father and waited for his “bride” to appear.

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Zephyra Helene Stækar Næs
 Posted: 19 Oct 16, 16:04
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She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be,
but a woman in full command of her power

Maids were talking behind her as they struggled with her unruly dark curls. They never seemed to work when others tried to fix it into something stylish. She normally just wore it loose but for a wedding it needed to be put up and be gorgeous waves of darkness.

She'd rather run off right now. She was not made for this. And no matter how she had tried to convince her father he remained headstrong. This marriage would combine two towns who had been rivals for quite some years together. She had even heard that if this marriage would fail they'd go to war. Or that was just a new way of her father to scare her into agreeing.

She had never seen the man she was supposed to marry only a name and a small description which mostly consisted of how much of warrior he was and how many he had already killed. Charming. .. She would have rather been wed off to someone with more heart and less muscle. But being the daughter of a jarl she had nothing to wish. Her father would wed her and her sisters off to whoever he saw fit and her being the oldest she was to go first.

Her breath nearly stopped as the strings on her 'armored' dress were pulled tighter. She would say it would make her feel atleast a bit fierce. Something like a warrior queen but no. It showed off a lot of her skin and even left her belly open which the cold air touched. The strings that had just made her breasts pop out more and her hips pulled tighter making her figure slimmer than it was. Hope her 'future husband' would not be dissapointed when he would find it out. Not that her figure was that bad. Just not this.. overly idiotic.

It had been an idea of her father to present her like some kind of gift. Well she guessed she was. She just had to act nice and behave otherwise she'd start a war. Yeah no pressure on her shoulders at all..

She had to praise herself lucky that her skirt even though shorter than traditional atleast covered till over her knees under which her legs had been freshly shaven which once again made her shiver as cold air hit her skin. Well it could've been worse. Her father wanted to send her off naked probably.

As her maids finally finished on her hair leaving it in a small bun with the rest falling down and brushing her shoulders she stood up. They told her she looked gorgeous but she felt much less.. she felt like some doll which had been too dressed up by a 5 year old boy who had just discovered what sex was.

A rough shout from her father made her turn around. Her groom was ready and she had to hurry the hell up. ''I'm ready father.'' She replied softly and looked down. Yes she was all talk in her head. Bur she was a scared little girl afraid to speak her mind.

In silence she followed her father and took a deep breath holding his arm as they walked to the tent. ''Behave.'' He hissed in her ear as he kissed her hair before walking her towards the man who stood in waiting for him.

He was exactly like she had heard. And when she made eye contact with him she stopped halfway the isle. ''Father please.'' She swallowed fear forming in her eyes. ''Please don't make me marry him.''

Some people around them looked a bit uneasy. She noticed everything. The small coughs some gripping their weapons. They were gonna kill her.. ''shut up and walk on.'' Her father hissed again pulli g her along and placed her in front of the man. ''One more sound and I let them kill you.'' He hissed against her ear kissinf her hair and pushing her hand roughly in the mans before he left her alone sitting next to what she figured was the mans father.

She swallowed her fear away and stared up at the man. He seemed like a giant and she felt tiny standing like that. ''Sir..'' she nearly started crying and hold her breath staring at their hands as the man who would marry them started talking. But the words didn't seem to enter her mind. She felt blanc and empty as fear overtook her and when she had to accept the vows her throat seemed dry and not a single word was forming on her lips. Instead she just nodded slowly keeping herself from trembling.

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Ragnvald Stækar
 Posted: 20 Oct 16, 07:42
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"Fate whispers to the warrior, 'you cannot withstand the storm' and the warrior whispers back 'I am the storm'"

Jarl of Skorravir
Male
10 posts


I may be of flesh
"...and bone, but my legacy is made of stone"

Once he entered the tent he heard the soft music playing in the distance. Musics here where often very hars and “manly” but this time the voices and melody was softer.. More subtile. ‘Perfect’ for a wedding people would say. Perfect, what did that actually mean? There was no meaning of perfect for Vald, nor would there ever be.

Once he stood in his place and greeted his father he turned himself around and saw the Jarl of the other village walking towards the tent with his daughter next to him. For a second Vald felt like he would drown in the floor, Her beauty was outstanding. But it still didn’t felt right for him. In one movement he turned his head towards Bealon who just nodded briefly. Of course he would not help him, they would chop off his head if Bealon would let Vald escape and cancel the marriage. But he would die for it if he could be in another place right now. He would rather be in a war then marrying someone he did not even knew.

When Vald made eye contact with her it was like something snapped inside her head. After that she stopped and Vald swallowed one time to make his dry throat less dry. It felt like a million blades where piercing in his throat but he tried to ignore that feeling right now. Watching the spectacle became very uncomfortable and he felt like he should stop this whole “puppet-show”. So he turned his head for a second towards his father as he saw that people where whispering and talking about her in the tent. His father nodded one time and Vald rolled with his eyes, turning his head again to the lady who was now walking towards him again.

Vald saw the almost desperate look in her eyes, it was like she could faint every second from now. Once he got her hand pushed in his and saw her father walking away he grinned shortly, of course that man could not wait to let his daughter marry someone, He would have done the same. My lady He nodded silently while turning himself around towards the ceremony. Her hands where rather cold and once he pointed his view on her he saw the dress that she was wearing, a small laugh came trough his lips she was definitely not dressed for this weather.

Once the priest was ready he loosened the grip on her hand and kneel down before the priest, his eyes where focussed on the ground and while he though she followed his movement she was just standing there again like a statue

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Zephyra Helene Stækar Næs
 Posted: 20 Oct 16, 08:09
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Female
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She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be,
but a woman in full command of her power

Fear was overtaking her. Seemed to hold her tight and bound her to her own bones. She was scared. Terrified. But there was nothing she could do. She had heard her fathers words and had to obey his command, otherwise her head would be rolling over the floor right now.

The soft sound of a laugh came from the men next to her striking terror in her eyes as she stared up at him. HE.. He was laughing at her. HE seemed to enjoy himself while seeing her fear and seeing her search way's to get out. He liked seeing her suffer didn't he?"

Coldness overtook her, this man was a murderer, a rapist probably as well. He would hurt her and destroy her soul. She had to get out of this.. Before he would turn on her.

Another small cough made her realise she was still standing while the man next to her had gone down on his knees. Almost trembling she lowered herself and lowered her haid forming her hands in eachother and looked up at the man she would marry today. She wanted to run away, she wanted to grab the small knife hidden under her skirt. But how could she. In this tent full of people she'd be the first one to die if she pulled a stunt like that.

"Excuse me." She spoke softly a small blush forming on her pale cheeks. "I'm just a bit nervous." She tried to smile looking at the man as she hid her fear under the smile before staring up at the 'priest'. The words once again did not seem to hit her, but now she atleast tried to look more convincing. She would speak her lines and promise to be good to him. She'd play the whole play and afterwards she'd smile and drink her sorrow away. She'd kiss the man who would haunt her nightmares and when night fell and they were left alone she'd let him do as he wished. She had been litterly 'raised' for the sole purpose of making her husband happy.

Ever since her mother had passed she and her two sisters where left to the care of her father. A man who had ten maybe 20 bastard sons and didn't even seem bothered by the fact. What he did seem bothered by was the whole 'my wife never gave me any boys to take over' problem. So he made it his case to marry his daughters off to great war lords. Hoping that they'd outlive their husbands, which honestly didn't seem that difficult and enherit their lands, with a bit of luck already pregnant or having a son so her loving father could instruct the young boy into doing whatever he wanted to do.

She had to be silent about this plan. Had to carry it with her and just be a stupid little girl. If not she'd loose her life, and those she hold dear. She had to stay silent and endure. It was her task and she could not fail.

Her eyes found him again. The man who would be her husband, and as the ceremony went on her eyes stayed focussed on him. He seemed to have no smooth edge to him. It was all hard and straight. He was a warrior that was obvious. But to her he almost seemed more like a monster.. And please to gods above. Let her be wrong about that.


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Ragnvald Stækar
 Posted: 20 Oct 16, 08:45
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"Fate whispers to the warrior, 'you cannot withstand the storm' and the warrior whispers back 'I am the storm'"

Jarl of Skorravir
Male
10 posts


I may be of flesh
"...and bone, but my legacy is made of stone"

The music has stopped once Vald got on his knees, and the woman next to him felt like nothing more then a statue to him. Cold, unspoken and alone. He almost felt grief for her and wanted to tell het that she could leave. But why would he even bother about her poor soul, she was already damned for marrying him so running away would not make it any worse.

Once her heard her soft whisper that sounded more like a crying lamb to him he shakes his head a little and pointed his blue eyes on his father. Serious, what has he done wrong to be wed to such a cry baby. If he had done something wrong or been unpleasant to his father then please kill him now..

The lady almost trembled once she got on her knees, but once she sat down he pointed his eyes on her and lay his hand for a moment on hers. It only took a few seconds before he took his hand away and pointed his eyes on the priest again. He could finally begin the ceremony and they should be wed within a few minutes right now.

Do you Ragnvald Mord Staekar son of Breagar before all these witnesses here gathered take this woman Zephyra Helene Naess Daughter of Azazel as your loyal wife. To have and to hold from this moment, until death aparts you? While the priest spoke these words Vald pointed his face again on hers I swear with the gods as my witnisses Vald replied. And do you Zephyra Helene Naess daughter of Azazel take this man Ragnvald Mord Staekar son of Breagar as your husband. To have and to hold to serve him and obey him from this moment, until death aparts you. I do zephyr replied

After they said their vows the priest asked them to go stand up and take their hands.Then it is now time to put on your rings he said. Vald took her right hand and watched as the priest took the silver rings from the plate.Let these rings be a permanent sign that you are united, in the eyes of these people and in the eyes of god. Once he pushed the rings around her finger he watched her do the same, her hands where still rather cold and while she was done he took her other hand.

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Zephyra Helene Stækar Næs
 Posted: 20 Oct 16, 09:02
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Female
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She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be,
but a woman in full command of her power

And do you Zephyra Helene Naess daughter of Azazel take this man Ragnvald Mord Staekar son of Breagar as your husband. To have and to hold to serve him and obey him from this moment, until death aparts you. The words burned in her mind as he had already said he would. She couldn't back down and yet with everything she had in her she wanted to. She wanted to run out and dissapear. "I do." She replied instead keeping her fears and tears hidden away, though he would probably see right through it. Anyone would if they took a closer look at her.

She got up holding her breath a bit as she turned her face towards him. The ring he put on her finger seemed colder than she was and she was almost suprised that that was even possible. With a little effort she managed to get the ring over his broad finger and looked up at him once more. He took both her hands, they were warm. Almost comforting and for a second she could even imagine him warming her up.

That thought soon faded again as she felt her father's arm around her shoulder and the man leaning over her grinning. "Now that's my good girl, make him enjoy himself will you?" The hiss like words made her look even smaller as her father leaned over her and she pushed herself a bit towards Vald. The warmth from his hands seemed right now more protective and caring than her father's coldness would ever be. "Off course father." She spoke softly and respectfully trying to get him away as she looked up at Vald again. Knowing the words her father would want to hear.

"Sir it's an honor that I may be your wife." Carefully she began putting power behind her words for as much as she could. "I hope I may always satisfy your needs and keep you home in my heart." As she spoke on the word became a little smoother in her mouth letting her fingers stroke over his. "I am gratefull my father was generous enough to propose me to your father, I owe him everything." As soon as she spoke out the line he wanted to hear her father let her go laughing that he needed a drink and she moved backwards a bit creating more space between her and her now husband. Looking away from his face she stared around at the people feeling more alone than ever before.


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Ragnvald Stækar
 Posted: 21 Oct 16, 03:28
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"Fate whispers to the warrior, 'you cannot withstand the storm' and the warrior whispers back 'I am the storm'"

Jarl of Skorravir
Male
10 posts


I may be of flesh
"...and bone, but my legacy is made of stone"

With a little effort she also managed to get the ring around his finger. After Vald took her both hands he felt the cold slipping trough his fingers. So he decided to take of his ‘cape’ and drape it around her. So, that’s better I gues he replied a little grumpy his eyes focussed on hers. The he saw her father coming towards them. Now that's my good girl, make him enjoy himself will you he began after Zephyra replied on her father Vald turned his eyes to him and nodded a little.

After that he heard her speaking, about how honoured she was, and how grateful. but it all sounded like a large gameplay to him. Lies, miss communications he could not believe anything she said to him just now. But instead of confrontate her with her own words he simply smiled, pushed himself forward and stroke his hand around her face. Before she could even react he had placed his lips roughly on hers. Tonight, and for the rest of the nights to come, you’ll be mine he whispered in her ear.

Come now, my wife he started on a arrogant and harsh tone. Let’s make ourselves ready for the festivities that has to come. Vald nodded towards her father. The celebration could start any moment. It was that they had to attend them or else their would be a rather large discussion or maybe even a fight. But if he could leave -alone- right now he would have done it. Maybe he could fake something tell Baelon that he had to take care of a situation and ride off with his horse… as.a.married.man.

Thinking about the fact that he had just been wed to someone he does not even care a single bit about made his veins froze and his breath stopped for a moment. If his father would be gone then this is the first thing Vald would erase, the arranged marriages. Women are only here to serve, fuck and take care of the children. So there is no need to marry them. Thinking about the fact that this was his woman now and that he could fuck her every time he wanted to made him grin a little. Starting right now and every day on he thought by himself

Vald placed his hand around hers and took her with him outside of the tent. There where some quite large tents and the one in the middle there would the festivities begin. But instead of taking her towards that tent he went to his own, It was a medium sized one but had enough space for them both to live in. Roughly Vald pushed her inside of the tent and once the ‘door’ was closed he pushed her on the bed, Pushing himself on her. Now, show me what a lovely wife you just said you will be. Vald grinned and removed the coat from her shoulders, pushed the fabric from her dress upwards and let his hands go anywhere he wanted to. Until he was satisfied enough.

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Zephyra Helene Stækar Næs
 Posted: 21 Oct 16, 07:08
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Female
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She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be,
but a woman in full command of her power

The coat that was placed on her shoulders felt heavy but warm at the same time and she couldn't help but smile thankfull at the man for showing he cared. Perhaps a false sense of security but he seemed to care enough to not let her freeze to death and without realising it she moved a bit closer to him once more. Perhaps he wasn't as bad as she had thought he would be. Perhaps he was misunderstood and actually a genuine caring person. Perhaps they'd even grow to love eachother..

He moved himself towards her as well placing his large rough hand on her soft cheek and as she looked up at him he pushed his lips on hers. Nearly gasping for a second she tried to get this attack away from her but just as fast realised what that would do to her and leaned into him kissing him softly back and shivered from top to bottom hearing his raspy voice and his haunting words. ''I couldn't be more happy than being your wife my lord.'' She replied in a hush tone taking his hand as he grabbed hers and walked outside with him next to her. It somehow actually felt almost safe. Perhaps it was because her father was in no position anymore to harm her. Or it was the large coat that kept the cold wind away from her skin. It could not be thanks to het new husband. He was the least save person to be with.. especially alone.

Where she had hope in her eyes seeing the large tent and lot of people to keep het from his hands. Her hope faded just as quick as he took her away from the tent. ''My lord the feast.'' She began a hopeless struggle as he led her to another tent which she knew for sure did not belong to the celebrations.

He pushed her inside, almost making her slip already and took two paces back, creating a distance which he just as quickly got rid off by pushing her on the large bed and moving himself over her. Shock was writen all over her face as she had gotten completely white. ''Please.'' She managed to gasp for breath but forced herself to not shout for help as his hands pushed aside her skirt and started exploring the naked skin of her upper legs.

Feeling the roughness of his hands turn to the inside of her upper legs she clutched them together pushing herself up in a almost desperate attempt to remove him from her body. ''I understand.'' She was already panting with anxienty running through her system. ''But my lord, my husband. We have to wait for the ceremony.'' She placed her hand on his cheek as she looked at him grabbing his hand from under her dress and softly pulling it away a bit. ''If you take my virginhood right now my lord, the elders will question whether I really was one to begin with.'' Even if it was an excuse to get the hell away from him right now. Surely he also had to see the sense in that one. ''I want to serve you. I belong to you. My body and soul it's true but if we act alone now we may cause war between our nations. Innocents would die because we were impatient and I want you badly I do. But understand.'' She stroke over his cheek before pushing her lips softly on his. Please to god please just listen.

Adrenaline was rushing through her body. Heating up her entire system as she slowly pulled back from the kiss to look at him once more. He had to understand. And he had to let her go right the hell now so shr could breath again.

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Ragnvald Stækar
 Posted: 22 Oct 16, 15:03
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"Fate whispers to the warrior, 'you cannot withstand the storm' and the warrior whispers back 'I am the storm'"

Jarl of Skorravir
Male
10 posts


I may be of flesh
"...and bone, but my legacy is made of stone"

When she mentioned the feast he could not care about that at all. All the wanted was to touch her, kiss her, and fuck her until he was pleased. And pleased he would be. I don’t care about that ceremony he replied while kissing her neck.I only want you he growled between the kisses. But once she placed her hand on his cheek and grabbed his hand that was still touching her legs pushing it away Vald stopped kissing her and looked her into her eyes while hearing her talk softly ''If you take my virgin hood right now my lord, the elders will question whether I really was one to begin with.'' He had to admit that she was right about that. Taking her virginity right now would be a shame towards the rest of the elders. It would not only be a shame but it would start a war between their villages. Although Vald loved to fight and start battles he could not consider the risk of creating a war.

Vald pushed himself up and sat down between her legs. His eyes where still pierced into hers once she started talking again about how much she wanted to belong to him he grinned harshly. It would be nice to know that she really wanted this, but he did not believe it for a second. But on the other side, knowing that people would start a riot because of them having sex before the ritual began made him even more wanted to do this before the ceremony.

Although starting a riot on his wedding night would make the family a discrace so he sighted a little and pushed himself up and placed himself next to her. His eyes faced to the ground You are right he growled. Make yourself ready for the feast, and try to change your dress I don’t want you to get sick on our wedding night. And this is not a question but a demand. Vald’s eyes where still focussed on the ground and once he finished his words he stood up and left the tent.

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Zephyra Helene Stækar Næs
 Posted: 22 Oct 16, 15:21
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Female
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She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be,
but a woman in full command of her power

She was acutally pretty amazed at the fact that he stopped his assault on her body once she somewhat stood up for herself by trying to get his hand away from her. Perhaps he thought she was all just weak and good for nothing, which in all honesty she was. But he didn't need to know that. If he needed a strong wife who could stand up for herself in order to gain respect from him she would be so. If it would only ensure her safety she would be anything he wanted her to be. She would sit on her knees and kiss his shoes if that was required for the safety of her and the innocent souls of her village. In the end. She would give up everything she had. Would let this man ruin her body and soul and birth him as many children as he saw fit if it was to safe the people she loved and cared about. It might be foolisch, but Zephyra had never been anything if not selfless.

He got up and sat down between her legs which were still akwardly wide open with just the thin fabric covering her from him. He seemed to grin but his eyes didn't follow, he wasn't honest in the sick smile he put on and he probably didn't believe a word she spoke. That didn't matter nonetheless. All what mattered was keeping him off and away from her. "Thank you my lord." She whispered softly as he sat next to her and looked at his face as he continued to talk. "I will my lord." She nodded at him with as much respect as she could come up with and watched him leave the tent.

Falling back on the bed she catched her breath and closed her eyes. How had she been able to get him off of her. She must've sounded or stronger than she actually thought she was or he was more reasonable than she would've believed he could be. Either way she was lucky and next time she wouldn't for sure be that lucky again.

After calling in her maids she quickly changed dresses to something a bit more comfortable for her. It was a longer dress made up of brown and white with white stitching around her arms and corset. It showed off her figure just like her father wanted to but also covered her enough for the cold to come this night. As the maids redid her hair to fall down her face in a gorgeous sea of ringlets she placed his cape around her shoulders again and stepped outside.

Dusk was already setting and judging by the noise that came from the main tent the feast was already well on its way. Acompanied by one of the maids she made it through the field of tents and back into the main tent where her husband would, if she guessed corectly, already be halfway towards drowning himself in beer and meat. Just fabulous.

while ignoring words being shot at her left and right she made it to the table and took seat next to Ragnvald. "My lord. I hope I was not gone for too long?" She managed to smile at the man looking up trying to find his eyes.

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Ragnvald Stækar
 Posted: 22 Oct 16, 18:14
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"Fate whispers to the warrior, 'you cannot withstand the storm' and the warrior whispers back 'I am the storm'"

Jarl of Skorravir
Male
10 posts


I may be of flesh
"...and bone, but my legacy is made of stone"

Musics where playing loud in the large tent once Vald has left his tent. The weather was rather chilly so he made himself as fast as he could towards the tent and entered it. The fireplace in the middle was rather large, and there was a large hole in the roof of the tent where the smoke disappeared, a lot of people where already as drunk that they did not even recognised Vald. They where only here for a drink and the “celebration.” There also was one large table where he saw his father sitting on, with Baelon, his ‘father in law’ and some other “important” guests. Vald grinned shortly, they where all here for the big ceremony late this night. But firstly Vald had another surprise for his new bride. Something she would be pleased about, or maybe not he couldn’t care less. He was in for a fight ready to kill something, or someone.

Vald made his way towards the large table, greeted Baelon and the rest and placed himself next to his father celebrating his wedding with lots of drinks and meat. The chair on his right leaving empty for his wife. Which not long after that appeared. She looked "My lord. I hope I was not gone for too long?”as soon as she started talking again between the noises he looked down upon her and saw her smile Valds expression was very neutral towards her but his words where rather cold.You where Vald replied. He had never been a man of very many words. He rather used actions then speaking to people and talking about his feeling was something he would never do. Mainly because he was too headstrong, stubborn and just too cold to talk with anyone about his feelings. Feelings where just for weaker persons, woman, and elderly people. Not something for warriors.

You know, my wife, my property. He said while he grabbed her by her waist and pushed her towards him.I have a gift for you. This time his voice was rather cheerful with a little sinister undertone. You know a viking wedding without at least three deaths is considered a dull affair. Vald replied to her. Once he was done talking he let her go and stood up. Right now he towered above everyone in the tent. Smashing his fist on the wooden table and screamed Silence!!!!!! In no time the music stopped playing, and people stopped drinking, celebrating and watching Vald his way. His breath was rather heavy, his voice was grumpy and his eyes stood fierce.

I have a gift, for my wife. Vald turned his head towards Baelon and nodded, and before he could blink with his eyes he pulled out his large battle axe. The battle axe was rather long, heavy and the blade was so sharp that he did not even had to use to much force to make a cut. It was engraved with a celtic serpent knot named: Jormungand and the handle was made from the finest leather. The celtic knots are the same that Vald also has tattooed on his torso. The symbolism is quite fitting as well. The serpent lies hidden beneath the seas of the world, coiling around the entire world and biting it’s own tail. Referring towards the ancient nords and vikings.

Bring out the prisoners he yelled one more time. 5 guards guided a few prisoners inside that had been taken captivity for spying around, killing innocents or other crimes. They had been trained to die, trained to fight Vald. If he would have let them starve first then fightaing them would be no fun at all. Instead they where trained like his own man where trained, ready for a battle. But all prepared to die.

Baelon reached the axe to Vald and he pushed all the things that where on the table away with one smash of his arm. Vald jumped on the table and [URL= http://66.media.tumblr.com/820d8bde9faa3cd...2np8yo1_500.jpg] undid himself from his rather heavy coat.[/URL]

Once he stood on the ground with the man in front of him. Vald attacked with a big overhand punch, The man stepped out of range, but before he could raise his sword up to defend, Vald drove the axe in the shoulder of the man. Slamming him onto the ground. Smashing the second one’s skull in with one smash of his axe made him feel even more alive. Blood was splashing everywhere and before he knew his whole face was covered with it. The other two where rather large and strong. Vald made some feints towards the left man and attacked him with the axe, the other one attacked him from behind but Vald could escape his attack by pushing himself the other way. Making the two men collapse at each other. While they where kind of dizzy on the ground Vald used his axe to cut one of the mens legs of, he immediately started to scream from the pain that he’s been trough. Vald grinned and pulled the other one by its hair, dragged him over the ground and smashed his face into the fire pit while holding him the mens face got burned even more until he eventually died.

Vald loosened his grip on the man and walked towards the one who now missed a leg. he was still screaming and in terrible pain and once he saw Vald coming after him he tried to drag himself away from him. But of course he was way faster. Vald sat on his haunches next to the men and grinned, his face turned sinister and dark. And before the man could take any action Vald smashed his axe into the mans hand. so it was nailed to the ground. he turned his face towards his wife and stood up. pointing his hand in her way wanting her to come over come, my beautiful bride. Come closer, I want you to decide what to do with this mans life.. He enjoyed this, making people’s lives come to an end, killing, haunting. he felt more alive when he could take a mans life. All covered in blood he made a few steps towards her, his face still grinning.

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Zephyra Helene Stækar Næs
 Posted: 23 Oct 16, 06:21
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She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be,
but a woman in full command of her power

As she had taken seat next to him and stared up at her newfound husband he seemed to have no emotion at all. The cold words he spoke left a dent in her heart but refused to speak out a word of apology. How dared he speak so little to her. How dared he act that way. She was not only a woman, she was a Jarl's daughter, she had been taught many things and would only need time to show she could shine as bright as him. She was no object of his and certainly not in front of this many people. Perhaps that would've to be a thing she'd push into his head once she knew him a bit more and once she knew how to play in on his words an actions. For now she had to keep quiet and smile as if she enjoyed this all. The moment she could be alone with him while not sharing a bed she'd speak her mind. She promised herself she'd stand tall, no matter how hard it would be for her and how scared it would make her. She'd show him she wasn't planning on being treated like a doll in public.

His following words made her crunch her teath together as she layed an hand on his chest when he pulled her against him. His grip was strong and his words echoed through her head. She wanted not a single gift from him and certainly not one involving death. "Yes I know that my husband." She only replied softly before sitting back again and looking up at him as he stood up. He seemed to tower over everyone like a giant and once more she only felt small and weak compared to him. Yet somewhere in the back of her mind her own words of confidence sticked out. Do not let yourself be treated like a lesser being, do not let his shadow be cast over you. You're strong enough yourself. Had that not been the words her mother once spoke to her about her father? When had she ever followed that advice? But now it seemed all so clear as well, they had not only been for her father, but for this man as well. This beast she would have to tame in order to survive.

The loud scream which silenced the room startled her and blinking she stared up at him once more. She could smell the alcohol comming from him from where she sat. He was drunk already wasn't he. God she hoped he wouldn't try to strip her naked right here. That would just be uncomfortable for the both of them. Luckily he didn't seem to have that in mind as his right hand man suddenly pulled out a enormous battle axe. It was a gorgeous thing she had to admit. But she herself wasn't one to admire murder weapons. He wouldn't be so idiotic to give her an axe she wouldn't even be able to hold up now would he?

Luckily that also wasn't the case as she leaned back watching four prisoners being brought in. Laying her head in her tender hand she leaned on her arm which was placed on an armrest and prepared herself knowing the slaughter that was about to happen. She had to praise herself lucky as the man started slashing away at them, she had married a warrior, He knew even half drunk exactly what he was doing, any girl would fall on her knees and suck him willingly seeing how strong he was just for the chance of giving him a son. She however had to hold her food down as blood even hit her face. A maid quickly got it away but she could still feel the small splatter burn on her cheek. This man was a raging mad man and she had to take him to bed tonight..

However dizzy and sickly she felt she kept her eyes on him and got up as he pointed his hand at her. She hadn't expected any less. His eyes looked like those of a madman and the grin covering his face helped no less with that whole look. If he wouldn't spark a war he would probably slit her throat open as well. Stepping over one bloody body she moved towards him taking his arm and pushed herself on her toes to kiss his cheek. Blood.. It tasted almost salty like the sea with a hint of iron. Once more she had to hold her dinner down as she turned to the screaming man. "My dear husband." She began softly and clear. This would be the place to make her first stand, to show him she was not to be messed with, This would secure her face in public from being his breeding mare to his true wife. Speaking out now would go straight against what her father had ordered her to be. But she would not keep silent and be one of the many this man would fuck and bear children with. She would be his indeed. But he'd go down with the same ship and be hers. She'd captivate him with her body and mind and stand next to him in his orders. "Make him stop screaming, take his tongue first so I can think clearly." Letting her husband go she took a step back so he could do what she asked of him to do.

As the screaming turned to gagging she grabbed a glass of wine and took a sip. Still tasting the salt and iron on her lips. "What was his offence?" By this she turned to his right hand sitting across the table still her eyes a bit cold as she managed to stand taller than she had before. "Killing an innocent father and son M'am" The reply was clear and she nodded slow. "I am a lover of symmetry." She began smiling softly pointing at his other leg. "That has to go." She smiled almost innocently as the other leg was taken off as well and looked at the prisoner. He was bleeding heavily by now and soon he'd loose conciousness. Making him fall into a deep sleep before losing his life. She'd rather have him just go easy like this but that would only make her look weaker wouldnt it?" "That is quite the large axe you have my love." She took another sip smiling. "Break his chest with it for me?" As she took another step back she stared at it happening. Knowing the fragmented bones of his ribs would quite probably split his heart making an end to the man's life. In silence she prayed for the mans forgiveness in just a second before stepping to her husband again kissing him this time on his lips and took his arm again.

"My love, I have a gift for you as well." She smiled soft and led the man outside after nodding at a few man. "Your family has the best ships we all know these things. But a conqueror of the sea must also be swift and steady on the land." She let him go as she walked forward to a almost seeming giant brown horse with white markings in which cheetah like prints where showing. "This stallion has been hand raised by our stables, son of the strongest stallion, my fathers horse and the swifstest mare on our lands. He is the ultime warhorse trained by our best warrior. He is a stallion fit for a Viking of your stance." She smiled softly. "Some even rumor if he runs fast enough he'll sprout wings and take you where no man can go." As she gave him the reigns she kissed him softly again. "I'd love to see him fly under you my husband."

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Ragnvald Stækar
 Posted: 23 Oct 16, 14:27
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"Fate whispers to the warrior, 'you cannot withstand the storm' and the warrior whispers back 'I am the storm'"

Jarl of Skorravir
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I may be of flesh
"...and bone, but my legacy is made of stone"

Men where yelling towards Vald once he started the fight between him and the prisoners, women where moaning and trying to charm the men with their half naked bodies. But most of them where too drunk to function so they where very willingly and let themselves easily be tempted. Some of them left the room with a whore on their sides, some of them decided to stay and enjoy their time inside the tent with the girl. These things where rather normal, it wasn’t a shame to make out while every drunk in the room was watching.

Vald saw her stepping over the bodies and moving her elegant body towards him kissing his cheek, grabbing his hand. Instead of feeling the cold from her hands they where rather warm right now, His suggestion of changing a dress had probably helped her a lot and he couldn’t help it but made a small and forced smile towards her. If she listened to him already then make her obey even more would not be a problem. -Not at all.- With his bloody hands he grabbed her by her back and pushed her some more towards him.

Once she asked him to make him stop screaming the grin on his face disappeared and he created a distance between the both of them and made a little bow while he pulled the axe out of the mans hand which had been completely broken and crushed because of the force Vald used. As you please my lady was his sinister answer to her demand. Vald turned himself towards the man grabbed him by it’s clothes and make him sit on his knee. The man was desperately moaning and crying. Seems like this isn’t your lucky day Valds voice sounded cold and while he looked the man in his eyes he pushed his tongue out of its mouth removing it with the axe. Which was not a very hard task because of the sharpness of the blade. Blood was splashing trough it’s lips and all the man could do was cry and tried to stop the bleeding with the fabric of it’s cloths. It would not matter anymore, a crippled man was no use in this village, especially not a crippled criminal. They normally would be hanged or their heads would be chopped off. Or of their crimes where intolerable they would be tortured until they died a very slow and painful death.

While Vald was busy with the man he heard zephyra talking to Baelon about the man, whats his crimes where. In vales eyes every criminal should be treated this way untill it was clear that criminal intentions where not welcome here. But he father had declined it’s proposal. So, this was some kind of a ‘revenge’.

Vald stood up and left the man on the ground which was still sitting on the ground holding it’s mouth closed, desperately crying, asking himself with some mumbling why he had deserved this. He turned himself towards it’s lovely wife and threw the tongue on the table next to her. Any other wishes my wife? Vald knew this would not stop and he saw a side of zephyra he had not seen yet. He liked it very much though. That rough side of her made him want to touch her even more. But he had to wait untill tonight, until after this whole “play” was over and he could take her with him. Then, and only then she would be his and he would try to set his stubbornness aside and let her do what she wanted to do.

Vald heard her talking about the symmetry and pointed at the other leg, he nodded a little made a quick turn with the axe still in his right hand, and with one swing of the axe he removed the leg from where the man was still sitting on. He immediately felt on the grond on it’s back and Vald made some steps towards him pushing his foot on the mans chest. letting his arms rest on the handle of the axe. Vald could hear people murmuring in the distance of the room so he watched them closely with his blue eyes wide open. anyone would make a comment about this whole scene would definitely end up the same way as this man right now, which was still murmuring.

The room was rather quite right now and there hasn’t been any loud noises since the music has stopped. Vald heard zephyra talking again about break the mans chest with the axe so that’s what he did with it. He broke the chest with the back stump side of the axe and watched the man die.

Almost immediately he felt the touch of his wife around him and before he could react she kissed him. The crowds where cheering and the music started playing again once Vald raised his hand in the air.

Once she broke the kiss and started talking again about the gift she has for him his faced turned into a questioning one. What is it that you have for me?he replied with a rough voice. Then she started talking about the ships. She was right about the swiftness on land and it was actually very true. On the sea he was fast, he owned the fastets there where but he also missed something on the land. Something that could make him faster on land, almost as fast as the ships he sailed with.

Zephyra broke the connection between them again and made some distance between them to take a large brown stallion with her. The steed looked massive, like it was made for Vald. It had to be rather large, since Vald almost reached 1.95 and was heavy muscled. Vald made some steps towards the steed and touched it’s head dragging it’s hand from the upper part of it’s head towards it’s nose. You know how to make a man happy He turned himself towards her as she kissed him again he grabbed her tightly by her hips and kissed her back. Ignoring the blood that was still dripping from his face. After a few seconds Vald broke the kiss and created some distance between them.

Vald took the coat he was wearing earlier from the chair and placed it on it’s shoulders. Leading the horse out of the tent and jumped on the horse. I am going to call you Sleipnir, after the eight legged horse that Odin ride on towards hell. He whispered towards the horse which was standing impatiently outside the tent. With one push of his legs the large steeds started running, away from the crowd away from everything and everyone. For the first time this evening he felt so much freedom and joy. He felt like he could ride on him for hours, days maybe weeks. Vald let the steed stop on the edge of the cliffs where he was standing this morning, his eyes pierced on the horizon he patted the horse it’s neck.

After a few minutes of just standing there, sitting on the horse he decided to go back, to his wife. To the crowd, Everyone. Vald pushed the horse into a fast gallop and before he knew he saw the village again.

Once he settled Sleipnir in it’s stable Vald decided to go to his tent and splashes some water in his face until the blood dripped off. Vald went back to his wife, and settled himself down next to his wife again. Once she saw him Vald turned his eyes on her and pushed her towards him while kissing her forehead.I want to go, Do you come with me my wife?

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Zephyra Helene Stækar Næs
 Posted: 23 Oct 16, 15:12
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She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be,
but a woman in full command of her power

Her father had stared cold at her, seemed to judge her for her actions and her words. But her new husband seemed to certainly enjoy hearing her speak like that. Perhaps she really had gotten atleast a bit of his respect for her. It was a small step, but a step indeed. She would make him hers as she had to be his. They were on this together and they had to make the best out of it to survive together. And not only survive, they would have to rule together. In a world where only men seemed to believe they could think and be important she was there to change that way of thinking. Atleast in a small bit.

He seemed happy with his gift and she was sure he would get much enjoyment out of the beast. Softly she smiled as she kissed him laying her arms over his shoulders trying to ignore the blood as she stroke oer his cheek with a smile. "I'm starting to learn how to make my husband happy." She smiled warm at him beore letting him go again and stepped back. Her dress was splattered with blood but pulling his cape over it she hid it once more as she watched him get the horse out of the large tent. In silence she followed him till the tent opening and looked as he got un top of the stallion. She had to admit. They truly seemed made for eachother right now and she couldn't help but smirk.

Now not only had he shown at least the hint of caring towards her but he also seemed pleased with the stallion and hearing him name the colt assured her that he definetly had some kind of feeling. How ever deep it may be hidden.

He rode off into the night and she returned inside to the dinner, sitting down on her seat as she ate some more. Before long her father got to her and grabbed her by her throat leaning over her. "I told you to behave." Was hissed in her ears. She would normally shiver and beg him to let go of her, scared to death that he would hurt her but right now, maybe it had been the alcohol. Maybe she had a rush of adrenaline thanks to the killing but she didn't feel threatened at all. "Father, I behaved the way my husband will want me to behave. As you had requested of me." She stared straight up at him and didn't even flinch as he hit her. She had taken enough beatins every day. Flinching away in pain would only make him more angry and cause a scene. With anxiety already rushing so high as it was, him trying to harm her more might start a bigger problem which she did not want to have a part in.

Growling her father moved away from her and she could take a breath once more. Turning her head she stared at Baelon who was looking at her with what seemed was intrest in his eyes. "You're free to report that to my husband if you wish to." She just said turning her face away from him again and grabbed her wine closing her eyes as her cheek still felt like it was burning.

She had semi expected her dear loving husband to be gone all night or even forever now that she had given him probably the only real gift he would've wanted but he came back inside and sat down nest to her. The kiss on her forhead made her smile softly as she took his hand. "It is time isn't it?"

Fear immediatly started running through her system again, she still did not want this man to touch her and especially not fuck her, but she had nothing to wish. She would have to accept this was going to happen to make life less misarbale for her. So she stoot up taking his hand nd watched the elders get up as well. They all moved themselves towards his tent where the great ceremony was about to happen.

Closing her eyes she walked with them preparing herself for what was about to come. Trying to imagine how he would look without his clothes and only found ideas of some kind of monster ape like body under those clothes. He would be hairy all over and probably be gigantic. He'd tear her apart as he forced himself onto her and she had to just take it and endure. Atleast she hoped he had done this before and put it right. Many of her maids had scared her their husbands were sometimes too drunk to even realise where they sticked it in."

She tried to focuss on what she had to do during all this, mainly lay down and let him take control. Moan even though it hurted and sound like she enjoyed it. While they all gathered in the tent her maids came up to her and started undoing her dress. As it loosened up she felt her hope fade looking down at the ground and watching her dress drop down. Cold air touched her all over making her shiver softly walking past the older men feeling their eyes burn on her examening her body and judging any impurities in her skin. However she kept ignoring them sitting down on the big bed laying a blanket over her shoulders finally looking up at her husband. Her big almost orange eyes burning into his blue ones waiting for him in silence. Trying to keep her heart under control drom the fear raging in her body.

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Ragnvald Stækar
 Posted: 02 Nov 16, 16:25
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"Fate whispers to the warrior, 'you cannot withstand the storm' and the warrior whispers back 'I am the storm'"

Jarl of Skorravir
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“And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.”

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Zephyra and Vald had parted their ways, Vald was busy with his father and some other people inside the tent. While Baelon was watching zephyra carefully and she was arguing with her father again. Vald did not noticed it since he was too busy with his drinks and the people around him but Baelon eventually did. Once he heard zephyra talking to him that he had to report it to Vald he nodded a little and made his way towards Ragnvald. The moment Vald heard about the escalations between zephyra and her father again he stood up his eyes which where most of the time blue turned darker and his eyes stood mad. The people he was just talking too where wondering if everything was alright with him or not but right now that was not his only problem. Right now he had a problem with her father and he would take care of it right now.

Vald saw her father leaving the tent and he decided to follow the man. Zephyra crossed his eyes and she pointed at him that is was time for their ceremony but he nodded quietly I need to take care of something first. and he left the tent. Once outside he saw zephyra her father walking away probably towards his own tent or even his own ‘village’. Not too long after that Vald overtook him and grabbed the man his arm. I’d like to talk to you Azazel. His voice was cold almost haunting the man which had now stopped walking. His eyes stood astonished Well make it quick I don’ have time for this. Vald raised an eyebrow and wondered where he was heading too. He made a few steps towards the man and crossed his arms over each other. Let me make you one think clear, Jarl. Zephyra may be your daughter but you have nothing to say or demand from her from this moment on. She is my wife, my property and if you touch her with one finger every again I will make sure you will not only loose your fingers. Vald growled towards the man. He would have loved to give him some hits in his face, or stab him untill he would never stand up. But that would have definitely created a war between their villages and right now that was the last thing that Vald wanted. I hope I made myself clear. before the man could react he turned himself around and walked away towards the tent where Zephyra was waiting for him.

Vald saw her astonished face and she was probably wondering why he had left at all, so he stepped towards her and grabbed her by her waist pressing a kiss on her forehead while whispering words towards her I took care of some important things he told her briefly.

Once everyone was gathered in the tent Ragnvald undid himself from the heavy coat that he was wearing letting his upper body undressed. He walked towards his wife, he had imagined this night to be some kind of different but at least they where together now and the older men would probably leave once the “deed” was done. vld grinned and stood before his wife, while pushing her onto the bed so she could ly down. He pushed himself on her and started touching and kissing her everywhere he wanted making himself all aroused

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