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| Rune - Not Her Own; Unknowing, Chaos, The Secret | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 30 2016, 04:38 PM (68 Views) | |
| FreeWitch | Jun 30 2016, 04:38 PM Post #1 |
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Rune Posted Image After she shaved her head. Varda - The Guardian, The Watcher, The Navigator I'll attempt a pic at some point. He is a piece of Aetherius. A manifestation of the will of the Aedra that manifests into the form of a wolf. Rika - Rune's horse I'll attempt a pic of her too if it's possible. Edited by FreeWitch, Jun 30 2016, 04:42 PM.
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| FreeWitch | Jun 30 2016, 04:44 PM Post #2 |
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I am the Guardian. She is the Secret. Her name is Rune. Her clan name matters no longer as she is the last of it. I was sent to her a few months ago. Just before her Da passed. I was told this one was special and I was to guard, guide and watch over her. I hate these types of things. I usually fail to see the special part. Most all of them are just power hungry crazy humans that end up dead. I have to admit this one is at least different in that aspect. That is to say she doesn't seem power hungry. Crazy is another matter entirely. And she's not dead ... yet. I allowed her to mourn. It was heart wrenching to watch, even for me. Devoted to Arkay as she is, she was still pulled into a sea of heartache. She was alone now. A lone cub in a world where war and strife dominate. Yet there's something about her. An inner light that shown even in her darkest moments. She draws things to her and she is full of the clever in a way I've never seen. Strange. For a Nord. And touched by Dibella she is. I don't see the draw then again I am not human. But males get simple around her. She doesn't even notice which amuses me. This strange attraction didn't even lessen when she shaved the fur off her head. Told you she was crazy. One day she was looking at maps on her long table, biting at her lower lip. She does that when she's concentrating. The biting thing. Suddenly she slams her hands on the table, looks at me and says "we are going to war" then proceeds to shave her head! I tried to stop her. To reason. She was not having it. We were going to Skyrim whether I wanted her to or not. She was shaving her fur whether I wanted her to or not. "The home of my kinsman. Maybe there I will find my place. Maybe there I can do something ... anything. To just make it stop." I couldn't argue. The guiding part of this job so far has been a miserable failure. Headstrong Nords. It took a few weeks as there was much to do. Then the day finally came. She packed up her horse, Rika, locked the door to her father's house and headed out. Thank Kyne the girls fur had finally started to grow back. About an inch by this time. Hours turned into days as we headed north from Cheydinhal and finally crossing into Skyrim. That's when things started going sideways .... A small camp was set up and a fire was burning brightly in the night. A few dead bodies lay scattered about but her eyes were bright and her cheeks flushed with the cool night air and excitement. "Did you see that!, Varda?" "I did. I also saw you nearly got your head removed." This alone caused my fur to turn completely white. It was on its way already thanks to her. She finished the job nicely. She waved a hand. "Nearly is not the same as actually, you know." Her smile broadened. "Besides, the best part was the dragon! Did you see that? I wonder where it came from?" She bit at her lip slightly as she sat down near the fire. "And Hadvar said I could join the Legion. And Ulfric Stormcloak was there!" She stared into the fire. "How fascinating.", she whispered. "You know. In a matter of a few days you've managed to get yourself captured and almost beheaded. A dragon destroys a whole village and most of the people in it as you are running for your life with your hands bound while I'm trying to navigate this whole thing along side you trying keep you safe. And just now you nearly get killed by bandits." I laid down near the fire and stared deeply into her. "I fail to see the fascinating part in any of this." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the bodies of the dead bandits strewn about. "I will take care of their bodies in the morn. We need to go back to Helgen and take care of things there. See if there are any survivors left behind. And we have to find Rika. Hadvar wanted us to split up but I know where he will be. We have a pretty decent map. For now, we rest." With that she got up and snuggled into one of the small tents that were now vacant. I heaved a sigh and lay my head down. Somehow she'd gotten herself into a mess and it was my job to get her out of it. I have no idea how this all happened. It just ... did. I am The Guardian and there are dangerous things ... |
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| FreeWitch | Jun 30 2016, 04:46 PM Post #3 |
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I am The Watcher. She is ... unknowing. She was true to her word. As she always has been since I've known her. She was up before the sun hauling the bodies of the bandits to a safe location for a burial pyre. Although not an actual priestess of Arkay, she gave them their rites as easily as any priestess I have seen. I wondered why she bothered. I will have to ask it of her at a better time. After she was finished, we headed back to the place we now know as Helgen. I watched as she carefully picked through what was left there. Fires were still burning and smoldering buildings left dark, thick smoke in the air. She coughed repeatedly and even retched a few times when she ran across ... someone. She diligently worked through the day collecting everyone that she could and then giving them their final blessings. Stoic. That's the only word I can think of. She felt she had a job to do and I watched her do it without a single complaint or tear. After, we headed back toward the camp she had used the night before. We followed the road down a brief way and there she was able to find a place to clean herself up. She was full of soot and her dirt streaked faced gave me some levity inside myself. She was quite the sight. I gave her as much privacy as I could and let her bathe in peace. But I still watched. For this was a foreign place that hadn't been too welcoming so far. Her scream made me jump and I raced to the edge of the water. There she was in all her glory. I was worried about her privacy? She was screaming and laughing, holding up a fish. "We shall eat well tonight, Varda!". I sighed heavily. I had no more fur capable of turning white. Once she had put herself together we walked the short distance back to the small camp. There, she cooked a delicious meal over the fire which we shared as we talked. "I am curious about something, young Rune." She glanced up at me through the fire. "Those bandits. They attacked you when you were merely asking for directions." I paused, not quite sure how to phrase the question. "Why? Why did you give them rites? You could have just left them to the wolves ... so to speak." She smiled briefly then licked the rest of her dinner off the tips of her fingers. "Well. They were important to somebody, right? Maybe not now. But sometime. Somewhere." She shrugged slightly and drew her knees up to her chest as she wrapped her arms lightly around them. "It just felt like the right thing to do. Amidst all this mess we've found ourselves in, a show of kindness seemed right." I thought about this for a moment then tilted my head and looked her directly in the eye. "So you do what you do based off of feelings? That's it? There's no thought or plan?" "Well, yes. Does that seem so shocking? I mean ... it's worked well so far." I gave a low growl as I shifted position. "You think?" She waved a hand. "Okay, okay so it's not a perfect way to do things, but it's the way I do things." She gave a brief yawn then stood up. "I'm going to bed now, Varda. I am tired and it has been a very long day. Tomorrow, we search for Rika." I watched long into the night as the fire burned down to coals. Her breathing had turned heavy and slow signaling to me she was in fact, sleeping. I curled up at her feet and thought about her words. I am The Watcher and there are lessons to be learned. |
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| FreeWitch | Jun 30 2016, 04:48 PM Post #4 |
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I am The Navigator. She is Lost. The next few days were a whirl of activity. Rune was desperate to find Rika but kept getting stalled at every turn. Everyone was edgy. Times of war are ripe with desperation and Skyrim is no different in that. Bandits and thievery reigned supreme on the unaware. Humans prized possessions, what little they had left, ripe for the picking in their weakened state. No matter where she went people were clamoring for help. I could see her own desperation deep in her eyes mirroring theirs. People flocked to her with problems and I watched her do her level best to help but it wasn't enough. We had only been in the area a few days and her eyes were weary and sad. She seems to readily take on the emotions of those that surrounded her. Before long I was feeling utter chaos within her. The Jarl was demanding her servitude when she delivered the news that Alvor asked her to about the dragon. Hadvar was no longer around and went running off to some place called Solitude. Someone wanted their sword back. Two men back in Riverwood needed a cudgel over the head for stupidity. There's a dead tree in Whiterun and the list went on. Then, there was this frail elderly woman who was being tormented right in the middle of Whiterun's market. I watched Rune carefully as the exchange started to take place. I could feel the fury building inside of her. Her bright blue eyes narrowed as her head tilted slightly and her jaw set. Trouble was about to .... I lunged at the tail end of the robe she was wearing but it was too late. "What in the name of Oblivion is going on here!", she screamed at the two men as she lurched forward when my teeth ripped through her robe. "How dare you speak to this woman like that! Is this representative of the Empire in Skyrim? You should be ashamed of yourselves! What in the world is wrong with you!" Both men looked rather stunned at being talked to like that. And of course, Rune had no idea who they were. Nor did she care. Seething with anger she went up to the elderly woman and reached gently for her arm. "Come with me. You can tell me what is going on. I certainly won't be calling you any names." The older man retorted as they walked off. "You obviously don't know who I am. I am the patron of the great Clan Battle-Born. You should know your place, fool!" Rune turned to look him dead in the eyes and spoke through clenched teeth. "I don't much care who you are! Besides a pathetic little man. Yes, I said LITTLE! I also know you have charred skeever hide for brains! That's all I need to know! Now leave this woman alone. You want to pick on someone? Pick on me from now on!" With that she turned and the older woman guided her to her home as I followed. So began the story of Thorald. It was now late and she had rented a room at The Bannered Mare. The smells were wonderful in this small establishment. While I was distracted sniffing around, a fist fight broke out. I turned to look and there she was ..... I am the Navigator. She is in chaos. |
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| FreeWitch | Jun 30 2016, 04:49 PM Post #5 |
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I am The Guardian, The Watcher, The Navigator She is, Unknowing, Chaos, The Secret What do these things mean exactly? I come from Aetherius itself. A manifestation of the will of the Aedra and magic. The form I have, the one of the wolf, is of my choosing. When I received their ... will ... their instructions, I had to figure out a way to reach her. To come to her in a way her mind would understand. I had to simplify. I became the three. Guardian, Watcher, Navigator, so I could attempt to follow the will, the instructions. I guard her, I watch her growth and attempt to understand her, I navigate her. Or try. Through this world. Her life is not her own. This she does not understand yet. She is unknowing of the fact that she is not her own. She is a Nord, of course. Born as any other. But she is more. She is chaos not because of who she is but what she is. Of what she can do. Her sensitivities to emotion and magic and other things that are to come. She is The Secret because when all is done, prayers will have been answered. There is always a price. How expensive that price is I cannot know. For her, it will be very high indeed. "Young Rune." I paused for a moment and tried to find her feelings. It was difficult. She was still not calm and full of emotion that made no sense. "That fight ... what was that all about? Can you explain?" I could hear her heave a large sigh. Almost like she was trying to calm herself and think in a rational manner. Trying to expel the emotion inside through breath. "I don't know that I can explain. Nords are ... different." "You're telling me." I muttered to myself. "Uthgerd needed to fight. She demanded it in a way. It's a measure of ... respect, I guess?" She looked at me almost questioningly. Like I would know this? Her left eye was swollen and bruised and she had a busted lip. Even at that it was still obvious the girl was a favored of Dibella. "Besides, I won!" She attempted to grin then winced and drew her fingers up to touch her lip. "Aeecchhh that hurts." She pulled out a bit of herb from one of her pouches and quickly put some on the cut. She winced again then continued on. "She is frustrated. No one seems to recognize her worth. She is not a bad person. Just did a bad thing. Not totally her fault either from what she told me. If her story is truth, The Companions did have a hand in this. I will check it out." She sighed wearily. "Along with all the rest of my to do list." "If I may." I stopped long enough to curl up next to the fire she had made. We camped not far outside the walls of Whiterun in a broken down old house. "I think before anything else, you need to find Rika. You've been trying to do this for at least two weeks and it may help if you actually go and do it. I know you worry for her and perhaps if that worry was off your mind, you'd have more clarity for the rest." She nodded briefly and her eyes became dark blue pools of water. "I know." she whispered. "I came here for the war. To help the Empire. Now I am not so sure that was the right thing or the right reason. There is so much pain here. And Rika. I feel like I've abandoned her. Out there all alone. She is a good horse. Smart. But in a place she does not know. I am worried she tried to go home. I keep trying to find her. Inside myself. But I cannot and I don't know why." Those deep pools of water began to spill out and run down her cheeks. It was heartbreaking to watch ... even for me. I lifted my head and moved myself into a crouching position as I leaned forward and began to clean the water from her face. She began to laugh. "Varda, STOP!" She held her hands up to ward me off. "Okay okay, I will take your advice. Tomorrow we leave to find Rika." As I settled myself back down into position, I had to wonder. Will we? She's said that how many times now? I am The Guardian, The Watcher, The Navigator - She is ... not her own. |
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| Serethil | Jun 30 2016, 05:53 PM Post #6 |
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Glad to have this here! I LOVE Rune and Varda.... |
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| Grits | Jun 30 2016, 06:21 PM Post #7 |
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Yay, I'm happy to see Varda and Rune's story here! :) |
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| Rick | Jul 2 2016, 04:33 PM Post #8 |
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Intruiging. A meta relationship. Will need to keep an eye on this :yes: |
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| Areial | Jul 2 2016, 04:46 PM Post #9 |
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Glad to see Rune here!! |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Jul 2 2016, 04:57 PM Post #10 |
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Yay!! She's here! |
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