- Messages
- 29
- Character Biography
- Link
"They march, because it is in their blood. They march, because death is all they know."
The snow crisped under his feet as Bhan walked towards the far-away fire.
Here in no man's land, where the shadows ran deep and Gods danced in the moonlight, there was nothing to fear for the Nordwiir. They were due to launch their raids in a few days. This Bhan knew. They'd set fire to the villages to the South, raid and pillage, before bringing back offerings to their dwellings to the North. It would please the Gods.
At least Bhan hoped it would.
He hadn't been invited to this raid party. Strictly speaking, however, he had not... not been invited either. This proved enough for him. He had spend months up North, helping his ailing father as best as he could, but it was time. The Gods whispered this, over and over again. Ivory skin, frost eyes, pale lips in his dreams that promised glory down South. If only he'd bring their names to these lands. Until they were on the tongues of every Southerner. That was all that was required of him.
Is that all? Bhan would think sardonically, perhaps I can devote an Empire to you too while I am at it?
They loved that.
These Gods were not looking for the meek prostrating before them. Shivering and huddled in furs. No, they wanted the bold. The ones whose blood ran hot and who bend for no one. They offered power, but only to those who were strong enough to take it.
"Who goes there?" The thin-reedy voice shook Bhan out of his thoughts. He blinked owlishly, before realizing he had almost crossed the distance between his former self and the camp. The fire was already closer. He could make out the shapes of the sentries. Young men and women. Eager to bleed in service of the old ones and cover themselves in glory.
"Bhan." Bhan responded after a moment's pause. "Valkisson." Added helpfully as an afterthought. In a culture where your ancestors were most important, his was an anomaly. Always his first name first. Life was for the bold and ever since Bhan had been given his second life? He aimed to be twice as bold.
"I come to lend my arms to the struggle, brothers and sisters." He murmured once that silence stretched, smiling as he stepped closer. The blue hues of his runes shone through his thin skins. "Will you have me? I can be a friend."
Skad
The snow crisped under his feet as Bhan walked towards the far-away fire.
Here in no man's land, where the shadows ran deep and Gods danced in the moonlight, there was nothing to fear for the Nordwiir. They were due to launch their raids in a few days. This Bhan knew. They'd set fire to the villages to the South, raid and pillage, before bringing back offerings to their dwellings to the North. It would please the Gods.
At least Bhan hoped it would.
He hadn't been invited to this raid party. Strictly speaking, however, he had not... not been invited either. This proved enough for him. He had spend months up North, helping his ailing father as best as he could, but it was time. The Gods whispered this, over and over again. Ivory skin, frost eyes, pale lips in his dreams that promised glory down South. If only he'd bring their names to these lands. Until they were on the tongues of every Southerner. That was all that was required of him.
Is that all? Bhan would think sardonically, perhaps I can devote an Empire to you too while I am at it?
They loved that.
These Gods were not looking for the meek prostrating before them. Shivering and huddled in furs. No, they wanted the bold. The ones whose blood ran hot and who bend for no one. They offered power, but only to those who were strong enough to take it.
"Who goes there?" The thin-reedy voice shook Bhan out of his thoughts. He blinked owlishly, before realizing he had almost crossed the distance between his former self and the camp. The fire was already closer. He could make out the shapes of the sentries. Young men and women. Eager to bleed in service of the old ones and cover themselves in glory.
"Bhan." Bhan responded after a moment's pause. "Valkisson." Added helpfully as an afterthought. In a culture where your ancestors were most important, his was an anomaly. Always his first name first. Life was for the bold and ever since Bhan had been given his second life? He aimed to be twice as bold.
"I come to lend my arms to the struggle, brothers and sisters." He murmured once that silence stretched, smiling as he stepped closer. The blue hues of his runes shone through his thin skins. "Will you have me? I can be a friend."
Skad