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Character Profile: Eivor (Mer-AU) Basic Information • Alias/Title: The Wolf-Kissed, Wolf of the Depths • Species: Human / Isu-Adapted Mermaid Hybrid • Affiliation: The Raven Clan ◦ Grantebridge ◦ Oxenefordscire ◦ East Anglia ◦ Lunden • Status: Active; Secretly maintained. Being hunted • Age: 17+ ◦ Birth year: 847 Anatomical & Physiological Profile • Transformation: Triggered by immersion in water (partial transformation; tail, gills, and sensory adaptations). • Cetacean Physiology: Vertical fluke motion (unlike traditional sharks); features a cloaca-like slit for biological functions. • Transformation Process: A physically agonizing, bone-altering event requiring physical bracing (e.g., against a longship hull). • The right side of her neck’s gills has jagged, knotted flesh, the gills forced to tear open through the thick, rigid scar tissue. Combat & Supernatural Traits • Passive: Sonar Sight (Odin’s Sight) ◦ Mechanism: Detects vibrations, heartbeats, and movement via lateral line scales. ◦ Balancing Flaw (Sensory Overload): Loud underwater noises (anchors, hull impacts) trigger disorientation, ear/gill bleeding, and paralysis/migraines. ◦ Passive: Scent/Blood Suppression ◦ Mechanism: Chemically masks scent to avoid predation by sharks or orcas. ◦ Balancing Flaw (Metabolic Spike): High-speed movement or intense combat spikes her heart rate, disabling the mask and attracting local predators. ◦ Active: Cryokinesis (Flash-Freezing) ◦ Mechanism: Rapidly lowers water temperature to freeze structures (rudders, hulls, ice weapons). ◦ Balancing Flaw (Core Hypothermia): Overuse or excessive scale causes her to freeze internally, forcing immediate retreat to sun-warmed surface water. Key Relationships (The “Inner Circle”) • Hytham: Primary engineer/confidant; modifies gear (Hidden Blade) to function during transformation. • Raven Clan Crew: Full knowledge; acts as a tactical shield/protector during her vulnerable shifts. • Sigurd, Randvi, Valka, Soma, Sunniva, & Norvid: Confidants and strategic support.
Rip to Hytham but if a group of guys called ME a rat I wouldn’t just casually move past that no matter how handsome they were
June Prompts 🌼 Randivor Stewards of Fox Hollow Day 10 Skating Ao3 The rain was soft, it usually was. Eivor was out fixing fences in it, Beside her, one very moist Bork trotted happily nearby, nose to the ground. Patrick trailing behind carrying new rails like they were pickup sticks on his shoulder. He had a wide brimmed hat and a light rain jacket over broad shoulders. Thanks to his personal tailor who was down in the muck with him. “Hey Eivor, when we finish this one, I think we should call it a day.” She paused looking up to the sky. The magical expanse of low hanging clouds meeting the ground was not a new phenomena to her, but it was still stunning. She drank it in with the same appreciation she had the first time. A breath. A pause. “It always passes, and we are nearly done.” And at that exact moment, the world decided to prove her wrong— yet again. The pressure shifted, the wind picked up. Patrick put a hand on his hat as they all paused to lean into the stiff wind. She squinted, peering around with a frown. “I swear there is some sourcer who likes to make jokes at me around here somewhere. “Tis just the weather, Eivor.” She grunted. “This is County Wicklow in Ireland. Things are never what they appear to be Patrick. But we should get the sheep in. I don’t want them frightened.” Patrick gave her a smile as he sat his rails down and nodded. Securing her mallet into her belt, the two of them worked their way back towards the back paddock. “CU-UP my sheep!” Eivor had hands cupped to her mouth. Heads bobbed up. “Feck me…” She grumbled as only three out of the four appeared. Patrick snorted shaking his head. “We will find Kevin Eivor.” Of course it was Kevin… the ewe had a nose for trouble, and the heart of an adventurer. If there was trouble to be had, the sheep painted in rainbow colors, was sure to find it. “No, you take them to the barn. I will find Kevin.” “We will go together.” He reached out, catching her arm as the rain beat down harder. She pointed at the remaining sheep, each one of them named Patrick after her friend. “The sheep first Patrick.” And as the thunder rumbled overhead it was more than just sheep. He frowned, because she was right, on both accounts. “Aye…” He huffed, and pulled the gate. “Take Bork with you.” “Bork, come here.” Patrick commanded. She turned following the fence around to pick up what she could of Kevin’s trail. A trail made easier by an entire week of gentle rain. She followed deep toe prints out to the main fence. Then to the road beyond. “Little devil.” She growled and then stopped as the not so distant sound of hooves gave her pause. Eivor squinted into the rain, a dark shape emerging. A shape of a black horse, and glowing eyes… and one wet lamb. “Frank?!” The Púca had found Kevin. “Your sheep is an idiot, Eivor.” She laughed, reaching down to touch Kevin’s soft wet nose. “Aye. Kevin is special.” There was affection in her tone as she pet the sheep and looked at Frank. “Come inside?” The Púca in horse form snorted, tossing his wet black mane. Eivor raised an arm and squinted through the drenching. Frank stopped suddenly and stared. “Are you inviting me into your home?” “Well, the barn. But I can make tea.” The Púca face tightened, nose flexing, lips worrying. If ever a horse could stare at you with skepticism, Frank pulled it off. She could almost see him planting his hooves in the mud and leaning back on his haunches in abject protest to a lead that did not exist. “You leave apples.” Eivor tilted her head. “Yes?” “And now you would have tea with me?” Her face softened. “Sure. Besides, what kind of neighbor would I be to have you standing out in the rain?” Frank snorted. “A very normal one.” “Oh…” Eivor put her hands on Kevin as a crack of thunder boomed across the sky. The ewe tensing. “Come on, we need to get Kevin home.” “It’s just me and Patrick.” Eivor laughed. “And Patrick… and Patrick the smaller— and Patrick the bigger.” “I was not aware that Giants were able to multiply.” “Well, first Patrick the Ogre would agree that was another overly large fabled creature that could do that. But our sheep Patricks don’t mind.” She smiled turning towards home. “By the by, where did you find Kevin?” “In the lower meadow.” Eivor stopped, looked at Frank long, looked at Kevin and sighed. “The McPherson’s lower meadow?” “The exact one.” Frank blinked, and have an equine smile that was anything but innocent. “Oh Kevin.” The ewe chewed on Eivor’s shirt corner. Eivor brushed it away. “Home first, drying out and tea. Then we worry about the possibility of Kevin 2.0 or not. “Your sheep makes poor life decisions.” Eivor snorted. “That means it wasn’t the bright ram’s pen. Oh Kevin…” “I hope Kevin has twins.” Frank fairly danced beside her on the way back to the barn. Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /
June Prompts 🌼 Randivor Stewards of Fox Hollow Day 8 Postcard Ao3 Patrick sat on the kitchen floor for pie and tea one rainy afternoon, a beach blanket around his shoulders as he watched Eivor work diligently at the table. “Explain again please what you are doing?” He leaned over and scoot up closer on his hip, an arm on the table as he tried to get a better view of her work. “My sister has been waiting to see the house since I got here.” She sat up and looked at him as he loomed over her even on the floor. “Patrick.” She laughed a little and held up the post card, handing it to him because he was in her light. There was a half drawn giant on the Fox Hollow farm house with a stick figure of Eivor beside him, and a long legged bird beside her. He squinted at it then looked at Eivor. “So ye are drawing on the picture why?” “Because we both know that Fae aren’t very photogenic. He blinked and made a face. That was true, not because they weren’t beautiful, because the camera couldn’t figure out what it was seeing when it looked at them. “Ye made me as big as the house.” She laughed and huffed. “It’s a small post card, it is doing its best.” He gave her one of those small smiles. The kind that still said, I have been hurt being myself, but I’m trying. Without thinking she put a hand out on his arm letting it rest. “I wanted Eilif to see you, and drawing a tiny Patrick just wouldn’t do. You are too fabulous to diminish.” He seemed surprised by that, still holding the postcard to the light while he stared at her with large eyes, trying NOT to blush. She smiled but didn’t laugh. “Will it do?” His blue eyes shifted to the picture again as he nodded. “Aye.” He whispered, cleared his throat as he nodded again. “I especially like yer cargo trousers.” She chuckled “Thanks my friend.” “And I love that you are sending Sexy Legs to your sister. And every postal carrier between here and there.” He snickered. “Do you think she will mind?” He handed the post card back with a shake of his great head. “I think in her own way she would be pleased. Perhaps needing to preen again for being noticed. Aye?” Eivor snickered now thinking of her bird somewhere out in the rain looking sad and soggy and preening. “I should build her a nesting platform.” Patrick choked on his tea. “Is that a no?” Eivor looked up suddenly unsure. Patrick vigorously shook his head. “No, no… that is a yes. Yes, by the ancient waters we should build Sexy Legs a nesting platform.” “With a roof!” She gasped. “And a landing perch!” He watched her dart off towards the office. As she yelled. “I NEED PAPER!!!!” Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 /
Character Profile: Birna Hrokdottir I. Vital Essence True Name: Birna Status: Mortal Origin Era: (e.g., 9th Century Norway, 21st Century England, etc.) 9th Century England Gender: Female Apparent Age: (For the Long-Lived, how old was she when she achieved immortality?) N/A II. The Vow (The Unfinished Sacrifice) The Subject of Protection: (Which clan, person, or group did she sacrifice her peace for?) N/A The Act of Bravery: (Describe the specific event that triggered her longevity/immortality.) N/A The Burden: (What has been the hardest thing for her to witness across her lifespan?) N/A. She died before she could become immortal. III. Physical & Mortal Traits Scars of the Shadow: (Physical injuries from battle or disease that she still carries.) A long, deep line scar from her left brow down to her cheek Norse sleeve tattoos Blonde hair Green eyes Defensive scars on arms Combat/Skill Style: (Does it reflect ancient Viking brutality or modern tactical precision?) Viking brutality. Axe and shield. The “Heart” Weakness: (Since she can die by a stab to the heart or decapitation, how does protect these vulnerabilities?) N/A IV. Temporal Displacement Language & Dialect: she speaks Old Norse and Saxon The “Grip” on Time: (How well does she adapt to changing eras? Is she a “man out of time” or a master of evolution?) N/A VI. Notable Relations The Bloodline: (Descendants or ancestors still living in the world.) N/A Enemies: (Those who wish to take their head or pierce their heart.) Saxons Notes: She has a child Her lover used to be Galinn Birna got too close to Galinn’s secret, what he had done If this resonated with you, consider supporting my work on Ko-fi! Support A Shieldmaiden’s Guide to The 9th Epoch
Character Profile: Sigurd Styrbjornsson I. Vital Essence True Name: Sigurd Styrbjornsson Prince Jarl of Ravensthorpe Status: Long-Lived Origin Era: (e.g., 9th Century Norway, 21st Century England, etc.) 9th century Norway Gender: Male Apparent Age: (For the Long-Lived, how old was he when he achieved immortality?) 43 II. The Vow (The Unfinished Sacrifice) The Subject of Protection: (Which clan, person, or group did he sacrifice his peace for?) His sister, Eivor The Act of Bravery: (Describe the specific event that triggered his longevity/immortality.) After Basim betrayed him in Wincestre, he tried to get Eivor out after she was badly injured and was captured in the process The Burden: (What has been the hardest thing for him to witness across his lifespan?) Watching others grow old and the times passing away III. Physical & Mortal Traits Scars of the Shadow: (Physical injuries from battle or disease that he still carries.) Tyr symbol tattooed on his forehead Scattered dot tattoos off the side of his head Tattoo of a dragon on opposite of head Severed fighting arm (gets a mechanical arm in the 21st century) Red hair and beard Blue eyes Crows feet at the corner of his eyes Combat/Skill Style: (Does it reflect ancient Viking brutality or modern tactical precision?) Viking brutality. Axe and sword The “Heart” Weakness: (Since he can die by a stab to the heart or decapitation, how does he protect these vulnerabilities?) He doesn’t leave it exposed IV. Temporal Displacement Language & Dialect: (Does he speak Old Norse, Modern English?) He speaks Old Norse, Old English, and Modern English The “Grip” on Time: (How well does he adapt to changing eras? Is he a “man out of time” or a master of evolution?) Sigurd, driven by his desire for legacy and the need to stay relevant, treats history as a long-term siege. He doesn’t just survive; he optimizes. He learns to use the structures of power (finance, politics, media) the same way he once used the shield-wall. VI. Notable Relations The Bloodline: (Descendants or ancestors still living in the world.) N/A Enemies: (Those who wish to take their head or pierce their heart.) Cowards and people who uses cheap shots to end something quickly
Character Bond: Eivor & Hytham Marriage Year: 868 AD. The Defining Oath: During their wedding ceremony, Eivor took the life of her ex-husband, Erik, to ensure Hytham’s safety. Shared Status: Both became immortal following the fateful events at the Battle of Kjotve’s Fortress. The Bloodline Skaði (Eldest): Born of Eivor’s previous union; raised and cherished by Hytham as his own. Sameer & Tariq: Twin boys, born following Skaði. Khadijah: Fourth child (daughter). Katla: Fifth child (daughter). Brynhilde: Sixth child (daughter). Skjoldr: Seventh child (son). Melrakki: The youngest (daughter).
June Prompts 🌼 Randivor Stewards of Fox Hollow Day4 Radio - Read on A03 Eivor sat outside with Bork, and the gentle giant who had been watching her clean ancient hedgerows all day. He had followed her from what she was calling paddock one to paddock four without ever drifting near enough for polite conversation, or so far that she couldn’t see him any more. She took the sandwich she had made, and after using a knife to cut it in half, she left half of it on the stone wall with the cap of her thermos with extra tea for the sturdy shadow. Then she nodded. “If you want that, it’s yours. I’ve not much, but I am happy to share it. Eivor spent her time fiddling with the radio scanning the channels before she settled on something soft and gentle that reminded her of travel films that showed you beautiful places in the world with gentle music. After a lifetime of travel, it was of her opinion that HERE was the most beautiful of all places. She was happy to settle deep, and work hard, and enjoy the beauty here in this strange place with its magical folk. She kept her eyes down, and herself busy not watching the unsure giant slowly make his way to her offering. Just listening to the soft music, and petting Bork as she ate her sandwich and drank her tea. The thick tall man stepped over her wall like it was a decorative shrub and settled down quietly to chew on the bite of sandwich, and sip of tea. The three of them pretending this was normal… because it was. Eivor smiled softly and nodded to herself. “Well,” She said after about an hour of quiet rest. “These hedges aren’t going to finish themselves.” The giant watched her rise, and she thought he might drift away again but he stood up and pointed at the row she was working on. “If you don’t straighten them they will grow crooked.” Eivor looked at him a long moment, his voice like the moving of a glacier, deep, resonate, patient. She looked at the hedgerow and then gestured. “Maybe you can show me how to do that? I’ve not the strength to correct them, only cut away and start anew.” He rubbed his chin, blunt fingers scratching at his beard as his brow furrowed. The idea of cutting a hedgerow away felt bad. “Aye. there is a trick I might could show.” He looked from the row to her then away quickly, like he expected her to become terrified now that he spoke to her. She gestured as she pulled her work gloves on. “Shall we get to work?” The giant blinked. “Now?” “Have you other engagements today?” Eivor laughed. A warm huff of amusement. The giant looked away. Quickly. As though the thought had struck him somewhere tender. Bork sighed and rolled onto his side. Completely unconcerned. The gentle giant studied the hedge. Then finally stepped forward. “Well.” He used a thumbnail to slice into the young stem and then bent it with gentle guidance into the next anchor she had made but couldn’t get it to cooperate with her. “You don’t force it.” Eivor immediately nodded, careful not to show the surprise she felt at his ability to cut through a tree with a thumbnail… She was all scratched and torn from what she had accomplished already, and here he was nicking and bending with an expert hand and carefully applied strength. “It wants to bend. You just help it decide where.” He demonstrated. The thick stem flexing beneath fingers that looked capable of lifting engines. Slow. Patient. Gentle. Eivor watched closely. “There.” The stem settled into place. And suddenly the hedge looked different. Not cut. Not controlled. Guided. Eivor stared. “Huh.” The giant shifted uncertainly. “What?” She looked down the line. Then back at him. “That’s beautiful.” The poor giant froze. Completely froze. “Again?” He blinked. “What?” “Can you do it again?” Like a child asking a magician to repeat a trick. And for the first time all day. For perhaps the first time in years. The giant she named Patrick smiled. A small thing. A careful thing. But real. “Aye.” And then the afternoon disappears. Not into conversation. Into work. Patrick teaching. Eivor learning. Bork sleeping. The radio humming softly beneath birdsong. And somewhere in the distance, if one looked carefully enough, a grey heron stands in the ancient oak watching. Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 /
June Prompts 🌼 Randivor Stewards of Fox Hollow Day 2 Garden Hose Eivor stood in IKEA trying to remember what it was she had forgotten. Which was frustrating, because she had come specifically for that thing. She had remembered the shelving unit. The storage bins. The replacement hinges. The six plants she absolutely had not intended to buy. Yet somehow the original purpose of the trip had escaped her entirely. Nearby, a woman in the garden section clicked her tongue thoughtfully while staring at an alarming selection of garden hoses. The expression was familiar. It was the expression of someone losing a fight with modern hardware. Eivor watched for a moment. Then another. Then the woman gestured toward the wall of hoses. “Do you know which one of these a body might need for a small garden home?” Eivor immediately looked behind herself for an employee. The woman pointed. “Yes, you.” Eivor straightened slightly. “Me?” “You have the look.” Eivor glanced down at herself. Steel-toed boots. Cargo pants. Tape measure clipped to her belt. A cart containing lumber, plants, and what appeared to be enough hardware to survive a minor apocalypse. Fair enough. “Yeah, okay, you got me.” She said, a little embarrassed. She cleared her throat and abandoned her cart long enough to join the woman in front of the hose display. “How big is the garden?” The woman brightened immediately. “Small. Very small. Tomatoes, mostly. Some herbs. My daughter keeps insisting I need zucchini.” “You don’t.” “Thank you.” “Nobody needs zucchini.” The woman laughed. Eivor nodded toward the hoses. “How much yard?” “Maybe forty feet from the spigot to the far fence.” “Do you want to leave it out or put it away when you’re done?” “Put it away.” “Reel?” “I was hoping for one.” Eivor studied the selection. “Okay. Don’t buy the cheapest one.” “That’s usually good advice.” “Not usually. Always.” The woman laughed again. Eivor picked up a hose and checked the fittings. “This one. Fifty feet. Gives you room to curse your tomatoes from a comfortable distance.” “Excellent.” “And this reel.” “That one looks expensive.” “It is.” “Hm.” “You’ll only buy it once.” The woman considered that. “You sound like my father.” “My condolences.” “He was wonderful.” “Then my congratulations.” The woman laughed so hard she had to grab the cart handle. “You’re very good at this.” Eivor frowned. “At gardening?” “At helping strangers.” That caught her off guard. She scratched the back of her neck. “I just know a lot about hoses.” “Nobody knows that much about hoses.” “I rebuilt an irrigation system once.” “For work?” “For fun.” The woman stared at her. “Good heavens.” “Yeah.” “You’re one of those lesbians.” Eivor nearly dropped the hose. The older woman chuckled and patted her shoulder. “I think you are exactly what Wicklow needed as the keeper of Fox Hollow.” Eivor blinked. “Y-yeah?” “Aye.” The woman reached up and patted her arm again. “Most folk inherit land and ask what it can give them.” She gestured vaguely toward the garden section. “You seem to spend all your time asking what it needs.” Eivor felt heat infuse into her cheeks. “Well…” She scratched the back of her neck. “It’s old.” The woman laughed. “So am I.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I know.” Her smile softened. “The stream’s running cleaner.” Eivor froze. “The orchard is beautiful.” “You know about that?” The woman snorted. “Child, everybody knows about that.” Which was fair. Eivor had accidentally planted enough fruit trees to feed a small rebellion. “I—” Eivor sat the hose in the older woman’s cart as she processed. “– don’t know what to say.” The woman chuckled. “That’s the beauty of it. You don’t have to. What are your plans for dinner?” Eivor’s brows raised as her cheeks burned just a little more. She had come to town to buy the thing… the thing that she could not remember for the life of her, and found instead a mother figure wrestling with hose options in IKEA who wanted to invite her to dinner. Eivor looked up and around the area as if she expected something, anything that said this wasn’t happening in real life. When her eyes returned the older woman was still waiting expectantly. “Um…” * * * Edeet had Eivor installing the hose and reel while they watered flowers and tomatoes as soup thickened on the stove. The garden was exactly what she’d promised. Small. Loved. Tomatoes climbing stakes. Herbs overflowing their beds. Marigolds tucked between vegetables. A stubborn zucchini plant Edeet swore she hadn’t planted. Eivor suspected a daughter had been involved. “There.” Eivor said, giving the reel one final tug. The hose rolled neatly into place. Edeet’s delighted expression made it worth every minute. “Oh that’s lovely.” Eivor smiled despite herself. “It should last a long while.” Edeet watered her tomatoes while Eivor rinsed dirt from her hands beneath the spigot. Evening sunlight painted everything gold. Somewhere nearby a blackbird sang. “I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your help today, Eivor.” Eivor glanced up from where she was washing dirt from her hands. “It wasn’t much.” Edeet snorted. “That’s because you’re one of those people.” “Those people?” “The ones who think none of it counts.” Eivor laughed softly. “It’s a hose.” “Today it’s a hose.” Edeet watered a row of tomatoes. “Last month it was a wall.” Water splashed around the roots. “Before that it was the stream.” Another plant. “Before that it was the orchard.” Eivor shifted awkwardly. “I just like projects.” Edeet smiled. “Aye.” The old woman looked around her little garden. “Funny thing about projects.” “What’s that?” “People tend to gather around them.” Eivor frowned. “I don’t follow.” “Of course you don’t.” Edeet laughed. “You’re too busy doing them.” She set down her watering can. “Ten years ago people talked about what was leaving Wicklow.” Her smile softened. “Now we spend an awful lot of time talking about what’s growing.” Eivor felt her ears go warm. “That’s not me.” “No?” “No.” Edeet gestured toward the hills. “The orchard’s yours.” Eivor opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “Technically.” “Technically.” Edeet agreed gravely. “And the stream?” “Technically.” “And the walls?” “Technically.” Edeet’s smile widened. “You see the pattern.” Eivor groaned. “This feels like a trap.” “It is.” “Right.” “My generation is very good at them.” Eivor went home with a bowl of soup that would keep her fed for at least three more days, and feelings she wasn’t sure what to do with. It seemed that Laragh had an information highway she had not known until today. One her commanding officer would have been impressed with. Part 1 / Part 3
June Prompts 🌼 Randivor Stewards of Fox Hollow I feel like writing something fun and sweet and went looking for prompts to help me along the way. I made up a Randivor story that felt fun and mostly light. Eivor is a retired soldier who inherited family land from her mothers side in Ireland. Its called The Fox Hollow Farm on paper, most people simply call it The Mac Place. Randvi is a Fae :3c lets go see what fun we can have shall we? ___ Day 1 Fairytale Ao 3 The people of Laragh had expected the usual fate of inherited land. An American relative would arrive. There would be photographs. There would be discussions about “potential.” Someone would mention development. Someone else would mention holiday rentals. Then, piece by piece, another bit of old Wicklow would disappear beneath gravel drives and planning applications. Instead, what arrived was Eivor. Six feet of Nordic determination armed with work gloves, a battered pickup, and enough stubbornness to concern the local population. Within weeks she had become one of the most discussed people in Laragh despite rarely leaving Fox Hollow Farm. She drifted effortlessly from the pub to the post office, from church steps to the feed store, without ever setting foot in any of them. News of her traveled on its own. The wall she’d rebuilt. The stream she’d cleared. The orchard she’d planted. The sheep she’d somehow acquired. The giant dog. Especially the giant dog. By midsummer there were villagers who could accurately describe the progress of repairs they had never actually seen. “What project is she working on now?” “Fencing.” “She did fencing last week.” “She is improving it.” “How does she improve on a stone fence?” “She researched an old technique” Quiet stretched between them as they contemplated the extent that Eivor seemed determined to go to return things the proper way. No shortcuts for the craftswoman they were just beginning to understand. They grunted looking thoughtful. “Why raise it?” “She wants to keep cows.” “How do you know?” “I brought her coffee.” A pause that felt like regret settled for a moment between them as they took a breath, and then two, muttering “I wish I thought of that.” “Bring her coffee tomorrow. I’m bringing pie. I promised. She’s too skinny.” They nodded. “She is.” … Three days later. “What project is she on now?” “The stream.” “What’s wrong with the stream?” “Nothing.” “Then why’s she working on it?” “She says it’s beautiful and wants to keep it that way.” A long silence. The sort of silence reserved for discovering someone has done something unexpectedly decent. Finally: “…that’s a good answer.” “Aye.” * * * Eivor crouched by the stream feeling pleased with herself as she cooked their lunch. Two trout she had caught. One for herself and one for her giant beast of a hound. “You like that, don’t you?” she asked, earning a pleased huff. The hound’s attention shifted suddenly across the stream toward the deep pool. His ears rose. “Are they back again?” The dog tensed but didn’t bark. He simply watched. Eivor followed his gaze. Across the water stood the heron. Again. The great grey bird stood among the reeds as though it had always belonged there. Which, to be fair, it probably did. The strange part was that it seemed to belong there every single time Eivor visited the pond. She’d begun to suspect it was the same bird. The villagers claimed all herons looked alike. Eivor suspected the villagers were liars. “If you are going to stand around, you could at least introduce yourself.” Eivor said one evening after the bird walked like something mythical creature from behind the tree, as if Eivor hadn’t checked behind the tree earlier just for that… Then the bird did something different. It tripped… not gracefully, not just a little, it splat with an awkward angle that shocked Eivor. Hell it shocked Bork. He sat up, nostrils flared. Eivor reached out to steady him as the bird struggled a moment, before it picked itself up and shook itself out looking a little more worse for wear. Eivor breathed a breath, she didn’t laugh, but she did ask. “Are you okay?” The bird turned its back on her and went into preening its feathers. Trying to make itself beautiful again. Only then did Eivor give a soft chuckle. “Your secrets safe with me.” She said to the bird. Bork boofed as if he agreed. The next day’s evening ended by the deep water pond, under the old oak. Eivor caught fish, then she caught two… and then she caught three. Tonight promised rain, Eivor took her bounty with Bork and left one fish as a gift for the elegant ethereal bird. Her voice bright and lilting as she sang her way back to the house. The next day Eivor went to the deep water pond, looking to see if the fish were gone, and she was pleased. She nodded and went on about her day, happy to be making new friends. Both human and otherwise. Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 /
Character Profile: Hytham Al-Khalifa I. Vital Essence True Name: Hytham Al-Khalifa Prince Young Hytham/Eagle The Little Caliph Exile Prince of the Sands Christ-slave Knight of the Templar Status: (Mortal / Long-Lived) Origin Era: Syrland, Raqqa Gender: Male Apparent Age: (For the Long-Lived, how old was he when he achieved immortality?) 19 II. The Vow (The Unfinished Sacrifice) The Subject of Protection: (Which clan, person, or group did they sacrifice his peace for?) Raven Clan The Act of Bravery: (Describe the specific event that triggered his longevity/immortality.) Fighting Kjotve The Burden: (What has been the hardest thing for him to witness across his lifespan?) Watching non-immortals and half-mortals grow old III. Physical & Mortal Traits Scars of the Shadow: (Physical injuries from battle or disease that he still carries.) Deep line scar on right bicep Small bumps on ribcage Healed stab wound in thigh Left ring finger stump Slightly crooked nose Gash on right palm Deep line scar across left eyebrow to mid-cheek His left eye is partially blind, milky film crossing into his blue iris Slight bags under his eyes Hands are calloused from wielding his scimitar and dagger. Knuckles scarred and gnarled Light olive skin A network of thin, white lines crisscrossed his forearms from countless blocked blades A long jagged scar ran down his back from an Arabian leopard that nearly took his life A rope burn scar on his wrists and ankles A faint, jagged scar on his hairline Black, close-cropped hair Black, full stubble beard Blue eyes Combat/Skill Style: (Does it reflect ancient Viking brutality or modern tactical precision?) Scimitar and dagger. Light, agile, and quick on his feet. Sharp at dodging The “Heart” Weakness: (Since he can die by a stab to the heart or decapitation, how does he protect these vulnerabilities?) He makes sure they don’t know where to strike IV. Temporal Displacement Language & Dialect: (Does he speak Old Norse, Modern English?) He speaks Arabic, Old Norse, Old English, and American The “Grip” on Time: (How well does he adapt to changing eras? Is he a “man out of time” or a master of evolution?) He adapts well to the changing of times VI. Notable Relations The Bloodline: (Descendants or ancestors still living in the world.) His children and adopted father Basim Enemies: (Those who wish to take their head or pierce their heart.) Members of the Gadianton Robbers • Notes: He joined the Keepers of the Covenant at 13 years old He met Prince Amir in 867-868 He met Sigurd in 866 He met Eivor in 868 He married Eivor in 868 Hytham was once a prince to the Samarra His father disowned him and his family His mother was killed when he was 11 and his sister was 12 He was taken in by Basim and Nehal
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