☆ (02/05/24 : 13:28:21) : Beyond the Parchment :

:| Neytiri Sevarius |:
Companion of Aros Hrolfson

:| Stains of the Past, Present and Future |:

==the large, dark, one room temple containing wooden sculpture of the major gods on the grounds of the Ve==
says to ALL: In the northern reaches of Gor, where the icy winds howled through ancient forests and snow covered peaks, there stood a temple dedicated to the mysterious gods of the north. This sacred place was known for its intricate carvings, depicting the tales of legendary heroes and the mystic symbols believed to hold the power of the gods.

In the heart of this temple, Neytiri found solace and purpose. The wild mass of chestnut tresses cascaded down her shoulders, and her soft silver gaze held wisdom beyond her years as she set the hand woven basket on the floor and allowed her eyes to adjust to the change in lighting.

The air inside the temple was thick with the scent of incense, and the flickering flames of braziers cast dancing shadows on the stone walls. Her tools, worn from years of use, were an extension of her hands as she etched the ancient symbols into the pieces of wood she had gathered over the past few months.

As she worked tirelessly on the small pieces of wood, she felt a profound connection with the gods she honored. The symbols spoke to her in a language beyond words, guiding her hands with an ethereal grace. The runes she carved were not mere decorations but sacred messages, prayers, and invocations to the gods who watched over the northern lands. Each stroke of her chisel carried intention, and the echoes of her work reverberated through the temple like a hymn of the spirits.

During the day as she continued to carve her runes into the wood one of the rune priests would appear and stand silently watching her for an ehn or two then depart as silently as they had arrived. As the warm glow of the tor-tu-gor faded and the tri moons rose high in the sky she placed the last of the twenty-four runes into a shallow bowl and picked up the 10" dagger made of turian steel and made a small slice in the palm of her left hand. Silently splattering drops of blood onto the newly carved runes in an offering to the gods that they would give her the wisdom to read them accurately.

While her blood soaked into the wood she rummaged in the old weather beaten sachel at her side for a strip of rep cloth and wrapped it around her left hand. Then pulled the small leather pouch she had made carefully placing the runes inside one by one and saying their name out loud. She had no idea why she had done that but it seemed to be symbolic somehow that each rune be given a specific name.

She knew that soon Aros would come looking for her once he had scouted the area and found one of the hunting cabins that they could spend the night in. So she gathered her things up placing them back in the basket then left a single gold tarn on the alter as thanks before stepping out into the cold night air. She knew she would return many times in the near future to ask for blessings not only for herself but for those she cared about.

1. Sat Feb 10 08:48 * - Subject: * - 0 reaction(s)
   Visitor said:

   Very nice.

   Rianna~

2. Fri Feb 09 16:44 * - Subject: * - 0 reaction(s)
   Jonas the Red said:

   Enjoyable read.

3. Wed Feb 07 19:44 * - Subject: * - 0 reaction(s)
   helga{JtR} said:

   Wonderful! I've always loved your roleplay Mistress

4. Mon Feb 05 13:12 * - Subject: * - 0 reaction(s)
   honeycake said:

   as always perfection

5. Mon Feb 05 13:02 * - Subject: * - 0 reaction(s)
   zearia-Sveins- said:

   this is really cool Mistress