Torvi Ylvakrí



“ᚺᚨᚱᛏ ᛖᚱ í ᚺᛖᛁᛗᛁ ∙ ᛋᚨᛗᛏ ᛖᛏᛏᛁ í ᛋᚨᛚ ᛗᛁᚾᚾᛁ ᚦᚹᛇ ᛖᚷ ᚨᚠ ᛗᛖᚱ ᛗᛁᚾᚾᚨ ᛟᚷ ᚱᛖᛁᛞᛁ ᚱíᛏᚱᚨ ᛗᚨᚾᚾᚨ”

Torvi was born in a small village in rural Norway. As a child, she began to show signs of being attuned to the supernatural, whereupon she was taken in by a coven of witches and taught to hone her talents. After a decade of training, and several more years of operating as a mystic for a local village, the jarl exiled her, deciding that he couldn't risk her paganism influencing his people.

She opted to move to England, to ply her trade in a quiet village and perhaps even find some of the old Norse settlers. Though she didn’t encounter any other pagans, she exhibited enough kindness, wisdom and pathos to be tolerated – if not accepted – by the peasantry. She became friends with one particular local, another so-called witch a day's travel away naminged Arianne, and the two enjoyed a correspondence and occasional meeting to discuss spirituality, healing and the world around them.

This new peaceful life of hers was disrupted by Christendom once more when Robert Giscard's men came storming into the area, looking to make a example of Arianne, who interacted more frequently with the locals than Torvi and whose naming had therefore come to his attention. Torvi received a premonition of Arianne’s impending capture, but was too far away at the time to provide enough warning for her to evade capture.

After hearing later that Arianne had somehow escaped after her imprisonment awaiting trial at Normanston, Torvi reckoned that Giscard's men would begin to seek out other witches for trial to save face. She feared that it wouldn't take long for them to discover her – secluded though she may be, a Nordic pagan of her description is hardly inconspicuous. Therefore, she fled and sought out the counsel of the witch known as Granny. Needing a hidden location inhabited by less judgemental people who were no friends of Giscard’s, she advised Torvi seek a covenant of magi she knew, residing within Sherwood Forest…

Description
Born: 1165 (aged 28) Height: 5'4" Weight: 112lbs Build: Skinny Nationality: Norwegian

Warping: 02

Torvi, despite her somewhat feral appearance, is a very calm and compassionate woman, as displayed by her willingness to help even those who mistrust or hate her due to their prejudices. She goes about her activities with care and patience, often quietly humming or singing to herself in the process. She often lingers towards the back of a given group, observing discussions and events with great perspicacity.

Notable Features: Vivid blue eyes, very pronounced canines, sharp fingernails and rough-soled feet (Padfoot blood).

Lost Words: After choosing to bargain with The Liars, a trio of trickster faeries, Torvi agreed to give them five words chosen by them, and five words chosen by her. The faeries' choice: much, runes, bad, unknown, kin Torvi's choice: "Five Words".

Downtime: As a quiet, contemplative person who also knows that others sometimes find her unnerving, Torvi chooses to live in a small tent on the edge of the covenant grounds rather than the covenant barracks. Every sunrise and moonrise, she dons her ritual garb and performs short rituals to the gods, and will occasionally venture out of earshot from Sagehollow to sing and play music.

She often works with Doctor Tursten Maynard as an apothecary and occasional assistant, though her efforts in the latter capacity are not always appreciated due to their differing education. She sometimes roams far in search of her herbs and healing stones, sometimes even remaining out in the wilderness overnight.

Religion: Torvi is obviously a keen practicioner of norse paganism, and generally believes that many of the other gods she has heard of (such as the greek) are different interpretations of her own. She is therefore open to other religions, though she avoids attending Church for fear of hostility. Although she respects the Æsir, she is a particular proponent of the more peaceful Vanir, especially the siblings Freyja and Freyr. Whilst many Norse cultures treasure courage and honour in war, Torvi personally believes that there is just as much to be found in peace. She has always sought to promote this ideal, in the hopes that people will be less inclined to make war for the sake of glory.

As well as her daily rituals, she performs more involved affairs at the solstices and during eclipses. All are welcome to attend providing they bear no ill will, though only Cirice, Chimi, Erik and Arianne have been regular attendees. During these, Torvi lights a bonfire, prays to the gods, and waves her bones in patterns none at Sagehollow recognise. After that, she sings songs, plays music and dances, encouraging others to do the same, enjoying the simple pleasures of life that is granted to them, irrespective of their individual beliefs regarding who is to thank. Contrary to what many may expect, there is no animal sacrifice, as Torvi only condones killing them for food and such other survival purposes.

Greatest Fear: Due to her isolated upbringing, her highly perceptive nature and general discomfort around loud noises, Torvi can get anxious and overwhelmed in large crowds. However, her greatest fear now lies with being forced to commit murder against a good person again - or worse, a close friend - as she did with Sigurd.

Fun Fact: Torvi's second name is an epithet given to her by those she lived alongside in Norway, which loosely translates to "watchful she-wolf".

Pet Peeve: Being disregarded based on her appearance, religion or her simplistic grasp of English.

Most Embarrassing Secret: When taking a lover in Norway, she scratched his back so badly that she left scars, and had to abandon their fun to tend to the cuts. From then on, she's always worn a pair of mittens.

When Drunk: Perhaps to the surprise - and indeed, slight discomfort - of some, Torvi is an affectionate drunk, though she tends to lapse into her mother tongue. She is prone to singing, and is a surprisingly energetic (albeit strange) dancer.



Characteristics
Strength (Climbing) -2 Stamina (Cold Weather) +1 Dexterity (Keeping Balance) +1 Quickness (Running through Woodland) +0 Perception (Body Language) +3 Intelligence (Nordic Lore) +2 Presence (Being Friendly) +1 Communication (Conveying Philosophy) +1

Virtues

 * Clear Thinker
 * Dowsing
 * Folk WitchFree
 * Herbalism
 * Intuition
 * Premonitions
 * Strong Faerie Blood (Padfoot)M
 * Second SightFree
 * Mild AgeingFree
 * Well-Trained Folk Witch
 * Well-Travelled

Flaws

 * Compassionate
 * Dark Secret: Ceridwen was DiedneM
 * Fear: Loud Noises
 * Foreign Upbringing
 * Lesser Faerie Malediction: Lost Words
 * Night TerrorsM (1193)
 * PaganM
 * Primitive Equipment
 * Primitive TraditionM
 * Visions

Personality Traits

 * Brave +1
 * Compassionate +3
 * Patient +2
 * Serene +2

Key Abilities

 * Folk Ken
 * Herbalism
 * Dowsing
 * Premonitions
 * Second Sight

Languages
Artes Liberales 2: Latin, Futhark
 * Old Norse 5
 * English 2
 * Old English 1
 * Welsh 1

Abilities

 * Animal Handling (Canines) 2
 * Area Lore: Germany (Politics) 1
 * Area Lore: Norway (Personalities) 1
 * Area Lore: Sagehollow (Covenfolk) 02
 * Area Lore: Sherwood (Geography) 2
 * Artes Liberales (Rituals) 2
 * Athletics (Woodland) 2
 * Awareness (Incongruity) 3
 * Brawl (Scratching and Biting) 1
 * Charm (Conveying Benevolence) 15
 * Chirurgy (First Aid) 3
 * Concentration (Performing Rituals) 2
 * Dowsing (When Wearing Ritual Garb) 4
 * Etiquette (Peasants) 1
 * Faerie Lore (Faerie Forests) 25
 * Folk Ken (Hidden Motives) 4
 * Guile (Conveying Innocence) 1
 * Herbalism (Physician) 4
 * Hunt (Tracking) 1
 * Intrigue (Understanding Relationships) 23
 * Language: English (Medical Vocabulary) 27
 * Language: Latin (Hermetic Usage) 23
 * Language: Old English (Rituals) 1
 * Language: Old Norse (Storytelling) 5
 * Language: Welsh (Basic Phrases) 1
 * Magic Lore (Paganism) 29
 * Music (Singing) 315
 * Organisation Lore: Seithkonur (Norway) 23
 * Premonitions (Supernatural Dangers) 4
 * Profession: Apothecary (Herbs) 24
 * Second Sight (Regiones) 4
 * Stealth (Hiding) 1
 * Survival (Woodland) 3
 * Swim (Diving) 1

Combat
Soak: 1 (Stamina 1) Encumbrance: 0 Magic Defences: +1 to the Ease Factor of Mentem effects

Typical Gear
Tunic and breeches or functional dress, dagger, dowsing rods, mortar and pestle, ritual headdress and garb, ligatures, herbs, various bone runes, fetishes and tchotchkes

Opinions of Others
Magick Peoples Fuglsvarri – She thinks too well of herself, and I think she is not liking of me. She talks of nature and peoples together peace fully, but she does not make doings to match. She is more wanting of power than she is caring of people. Cirice – As a child, but there are much years within. She is of good thinkings, and I am thank-full that she is a very friend of me. Essel – Friend-like, but she has iron in her. Seems a good friend and bad foe. Evelyn – Treated well as she is nice-faced, so she does not see the true nature of the world.

Companions Reginkunnr – She is much good, but she looks to the sky too much to see the land beneath. Banamaðr – He seeks to do bloody doings for “peace”, for a God too distant to care. That divine light blinds him. I must be watching him much.

Grogs Matsveinn – He has talked little to me. I think he does not know what thinkings to have of me. He makes good foods. Bölvasmiðr – She is alike Loki, tricky and impish. But she has no evil in her; it is just her nature. Chimi Vogflá – She is much like me in both talkings and blood, though she is less burdened. She is very brave and kind and I have love of her. Dauðr-Berserkr – It is good to have talkings in my best tongue, though I am not understanding his haste to journey to Valhǫll or Fólkvangr. Mikill – He was wary of me, but seeking to hide his thinkings talks of him better than most English I have met. Ellstrvígr – To be at such years and possess that ability says many. He is uneasy with me, but kind enough not to say. Fálátr – I have little to think of him. He knows the trees and he has little talkings, that is all. Hárauði – She is nice-faced and makes wonder-full musics. She has kindly teached me some, and I shall like to make more musics with her. Millie Fregnvíssa – She has much honest askings, and is liking to have talkings with me. I do not understand the unlikings to her of many; making askings of things is better than being quietfull and not of knowing. Skjaldmӕr – She did not talking much, but her doings are as good as many others. She would do well in Noreg. Kaupsveinmaðr – He does much sellings and buyings for one so young. He will have much wealths if he still does for much winters more. Miðlr – I am thankful for him calming harsh talkings against me before they becomed harsh doings. Þjófsaugr – A people that talks lies always, tricks none but himself. None will fully think him true whatever talkings he gives. Ræið-Wiðurr – She is many anger-full, what I think is from pain more inside. She has maked many evils, but I think she is needing a friend – though it would be hard for her letting them be.

Covenfolk Arianne Ham-Hleypa – Little have welcomed me but her – she helped my English in letters and visitings. I was happy listening she lives. Ybogi – Courage and folly can be the same. Though to make dead the beast at the long lake shows skill. The Læknir – He is alike with Grand-Mother; a skilled healer, who has hard words to cover a soft heart.

Departed Characters Foringi – Has many flaws; all growing from the animal inside him, too close to the fore. I did not liking his lookings when I went to swimming. Spjǫrsári – She makes some small healings, and has some workings with me and the Læknir. She is not letting others close, but she is kind. Haeddi Groðsǫgn - She maked jokes at me some times, but she talked for me at the kvidr and had a good soul. I hope she is in hel. Daufi - I was not knowing of him very, but he had much braveness and looked more for shielding me and Haeddi than the warring. The vikingr will think his a dying for the songs.

Others Astrid Hlunnr – She was showing much goodness to me, and I am happy to listen of the Island of Mann where they still follow the old ways. I wish to make a journey to visit one day, and make greetings to her blood. Grand-Mother – Powerful witch to respect. She hides it, but within her is much goodness. Judges not for thinkings, but doings. þjóðann John – He was much liking to me than I feared. A warm host and he had good talkings, even though ours was slow. Alþiófr Robin – He may not yet know, but his troubles are not from without, but within. Rylon – Watcher of the forest. Powerful and hatesome, but he listened to my talkings of not making dead. I respect him.

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Experience
Summer 1188: Language: English 5xp, Charm 2xp (Correspondence) Spring 1191: Area Lore: Sherwood 2xp (Exposure) Summer 1191: Area Lore: Sherwood 2xp (Exposure) Autumn 1191: Magic Lore 5xp, Music 3xp (Adventure - The Basilisk of Longlake) Winter 1191: Music 12xp (Teaching - Lohse) Spring 1192: Charm 5xp, Language: Welsh 5xp (Adventure - Legendary Kingdoms) Summer 1192: Area Lore: Sherwood 2xp (Exposure) Autumn 1192: Area Lore: Sherwood 4xp, Faerie Lore 5xp (Adventure - The Irminsul) Winter 1192: Profession: Apothecary 2xp (Exposure) Spring 1193: Profession: Apothecary 2xp (Exposure) Summer 1193: Intrigue 3xp, Magic Lore 4xp, Organisation Lore: Seithkonur 3xp (Adventure - The Isle of Man) Autumn 1193: Area Lore: Sagehollow 2xp (Exposure) Winter 1193: Latin 13xp (Teaching – Richard), 5xp (Adventure - Liberating Erin (Cass' Death))

Spring 1184 – Summer 1188: Life in Norway
After doing my training and being a full member of my coven, I was sended out to a village a walking day from it. It was a happy and peaseful peaceful life, where I was kindly welcomed. The peoples came to me not just for alements ailments and seeings, but also gi guidance.

Though they were some times wary of closeness with me, there was no fearings. I had no need to prove my self; I was respekted respected and my thinkings were listened. Though I had little frend friends outside of fellow Vǫlva who were often afar, I did have some. Though such times were little, I much enjoyed the times where we would sing, dance and play musics without ritual purpose. All things must end, however, and for me that ending happened soonly.

The Jarl, who I had little talkings with, came to my abode. I thinked it a mark of my trust within the village that he visited with no wari warriors. He talked me that he had no wishing of me within his land, lest I affect the Christians there. He seemed sorry, and I believe he was maked to give such a decision for fear of other leaders in Norway.

With that I was maked exile. I could see that Christian zeel zeal would make me into a nomadic as it spread north and the old ways are shunned. I choosed to insted instead journey to where Christianity had calmed and Pagans perhaps may be seen as less of a imi imminent threat. I hoped to find some of the Norse settlers of yore.

“Have you ever noticed you feeling kindly to peoples, just from you knowing them? 'That is because we all are kin. We must remembering this.”'

Summer 1188 – Spring 1191: Settling in England
I journeyed through Þýskaland Germany and then came to Snotingaham Nottingham. Though I finded no such settlers still following the old ways, I did find another Vǫlva, which the Enska English call a Witch. Her naming was Arianne, and she showed much kindness to me. We have beginning giving ritings writings in English, and she has much patience for my flawed writings, which has helped my learnings grat greatly. This is why my writings are in English. Arianne talked me that it helps, and I saw her wiseness.

We talked of healing, magick, and the hapenings happenings around us. At times we would also tell of our cultures and practices. Some times, she would come to me in her journeying. She did so much more than I, as she was not clearly other than the peoples. It was good, even if my talking was slow.

As I sat meditating during the falling of the leafs, I saw her being taked and chained by warriors. I was days of walking apart, and could not arrive to her before it happened. As there was no other doing I could make, I looked for help. Before I could find any, I listened telling of her freeing. I knew the warriors that captured her – warriors of Guy – would seek other Vǫlva witchs witches. It would be soon for them to listen of me, and so I hid. I knew Arianne talked of another witch hoos hose whose naming was Grandmother, whose thinkings I searched.

It was not difficult to find her, and after explaining, she agreed I should hid. As the snows would soon be falling, she kindly allowed me to stay with her until the thoring thawing. Her doing is much kinder than her talking, and I am grea grateful. It is better that way than the other.

After the growing of the plants, she talked me to find a majickal magickal place in the Forest of Sherwood. The peoples there were foes of Guy and his fellows, and less likely to shun my Paganism than others. They would maybe allow me to live there for my galdr magick.

I roamed for moons until I listened tellings of strange hapen happenings at the village of the long lake, where a basilisk was talked to have lived. I thinked that such strangeness may be where the magickal peoples would be, and so I journeyed there.

'“The world is a harsher place than I knowed before. Though the Christians in Norway were not kind, they were not very harsh; they still knowed the old ways. The Christians in England have forgetted, and in their forgettings have becomed fear full, which has becomed hating.”'

Autumn 1191: Meeting the Peoples of Sagehollow
Misfortunately, the villagers would not talk with me, and I unwisely remaned remained, unwanting to leave without finding more knowings. In my second sun, the peoples tried to drive me away. It was during such harshness that a group of other folk arrived and a man within them convinced the peoples to leave me. With that done, a kindaldinn stepped forward and talked with me, thow though we both had our sheel shields raised so little was said.

The group talked that they were surc searching the strange happenings, and wished to journey to a island upon the long lake, where a new serpent people thinked may now live. Men had gone thair there some time ago and not returned. Thinking that such strange folk as to be led by a child could be the magickal peoples, I offur offered to join them as thank you for there their help with the harsh peoples.

I also talked of my friend Arianne, and my wish to find the magickal peoples of the forest of Sherwood as talked to me by Grandmother, though they did not seem liking to talk of that. I did not pursue them, thinking I would maybe need to show myself to be trust worthy.

They finded a boat to taked us to the iland island, owned by a commander of the red beard. The child then warmed my hopes when she performed a qwi quiet incantation to rouse the wind for us. I choosed not to talk of that, as I knew magicks are not liked by many and the commander of the red beard was with us.

Upon the island, the tall warrior wisely looked for the shining rocks to shine his shield to war the serpent. Keen to show my useful doings, I donned my ritual garb and beginned a seeking. I gave him several, which he taked. He was unee uneased with me, and then choosed to stay a way from me. I did not worry much, as I have becomed used to such doings. So ir early in his knowing of me, it was better than many have been.

As the peoples readied to face the serpent, I remained upon the boat and looked. It left the caiv cave within the island, and the warriors raised their shields. It was maked blinded and struck them aside. The child beginned a incantation again, raising statchu statues of past victims and throwing them with great magicks at it. It feeled such blows keenly, and then the bow man sended a arrow into its eye, and with such a attack it was maked dead. In its death it thrashed, deel dealing a great blow to the warriors, injuring all but the woman harshly.

Once it stilled, I moved to help. The healing of the bow man was a simple doing – his major wounds were his fingers which had brake breaked in his landing, and I crafted a support for them to remain yunified unified until they healed true. The warrior (I thinked their leader) had a fractured rib, but in trying to push it into a better place for mending, I fully breaked it.

I cursed at my error, and unlistening his shouting, I maked sure the rib had not rended any organs and binded his body. I fear I did not make myself well in their eyes.

We then went to the cave, and finded a water. The skjaldmӕr leaved her armourings and wepons weapons and dived in. The child turned into a water cat and followed! I have never looked such a thing. After some times, I choosed to follow them, and leaved all my things. The warrior whose rib I breaked looked much at my body when I did. Did he not knowed that keeping clothings in cold waters would risk the cold death? I did not do it for his looking.

The water had a passing that leaded to another cave. In there was the skjaldmӕr and the child-water-cat with a small fire, and a round them were many egg casings, from the serpent. They could not looked in the darkness, so I looked into the passing beyond and leaded to a crossings. I had a feelings about the passing to the right, and in there were statch statues. The child returned to a child.

Some had carved Futhark runes, and I was glad to help the child by turning them to English. Others, the child said, were ancestors of hers. There were many tellings in the walls, of the story of V and the child’s ancestor. Some of it I knowed, or could make supposings. There was also a door who asked a trickery-question, which we ansered answered rightly.

There was the breaked parts of a great sword and a coldron cauldron, and the skjaldmӕr taked them in the water passage to the others. As she did, we arrived at two tooms tombs, with many more tellings on the walls. Much of it was English lore and I knew only some, but I helped with the Norse things.

As we looked at the tellings, we talked of things. I asked if she was of the magick peoples of Sherwood, and she talked that she was, and would bring me there to looked at and talked to the others there.

After learninged learning all we could from the tellings, we journeyed to another passing. This leaded to another cave, where many unbreaked egg casings were. There were two peoples who must have been stoned by the serpent while sexing. The skjaldmӕr looked to fire them, but I said the serpents were to protect the tomb. The child agreed, and she instead breaked the roof to stop the cave passing coming to the tombs.

The other passing led to another water, which we supposed leaded to outside. The child and the skjaldmӕr swimminged there, and I journeyed the passing I came from. The rib-breaked warrior talked of drying me, but I did so myself before I put on my clothings. I may be a way from my land, but I am no fool and I did not liked his thinkings. Some Vǫlva I knowed of in Norway would sunder a man's finger for jesting of placing a hand on her.

We returned to the commander of the red beard and then to the village of the long lake. The talk man who had talked the villagers from harming me talked to them that the island was still harmful, and they promised to be away from it.

We then journeyed to her coven of Sherwood, naminged Sagehollow. On the journeys, we talked some. Her naming was Syrise Sirise Cirice, and I talked her my naming. She gave me warnings of the man Tankred Tancred, who had warred with much Pagans.

The other peoples at Sagehollow looked much at me, and I choosed to be a far from Tancred. Thow Though their there was much strangeness there also - the metalled cats most. After a small time, a hyggiandi arrived and some of the coven peoples had a Þing thing. They then talked me to goin join, and I did.

They talked of my thinkings of the gods, and talked that there was a powerful witch magickal woman who wood be harshly thinking of me if I did not make some doings to show my goodness. The woman who arrived, whose naming was Essel, talked me to make writings of runes and my past living to give to the woman. I talked that I would. Another woman hoo who I thinked of as Meyla had the naming of Evelyn, and talked me to make more writings of runes for her to learning, and I enjoyed my then talking with the viking Erik in my first talking - it had been much time sinse since my last talking with it.

The tall woman with the shining ring maked lookings at me worried, but I saw a kindness in her. I did not thinked of maybe harshness from her as I did Tancred, though I thinked she will not to be liking more closeness from me.

The peoples then well welcomed me to joining Sagehollow fully, and they gived me a seating at future things, for my knowings of the gods and the rituals and my seeing of peoples and things. I think it will be time before I thinked it a true housing, but it is much good to be sayf safe feeling. My tenting is close to the nature and there are much trees. I am liking.

“These peoples are strange, but have showed me much understanding than most and have welcomed me. I hope my seating at their things to take part in big talkings will let me be showing my helpingness.”

Winter 1191: Helping the White Stag


During the snow falling, the Fuglsvarri held a thing to talk that the high peoples wood would be having a hunting of the white stag, the Konungr King of the Forest.

There was much talks about what doings to make to stop them, and the one naminged Chimi talked that she could have talkings with the black dog – Rylon, a pagan spirit and a being of much power, who protects the forest.

We went to have a seeking, led by the skjaldmӕr, and arrived to a openness in the trees. I maked singing of his naming, and once I looked a round, he was there being embrase embraced by Chimi.

We had some talkings, and he talked that he would only be helping if we journeyed to Írland and find him a mate. The Fuglsvarri agreed, but Chimi and I talked to Rylon of not making any dead.

The Fuglsvarri maked Chimi smell of a dear deer and when the garmr dogs of hunting smelled her, she runninged to where we had maked our hidings in the snows. The dogs stopped their chasing, and when the high peoples arrived, the dogs attacked them and maked much harm, with Rylon joining.

I saw one high people falled from his horse as the other peoples runned away, and when I seen that he had hed head bleedings, I came to be helping. He keeped tuching touching his head so I keeped pullinged his arm away, and tended to him until I knowed that his wooned wound was not too harm full.

He talked words in a other tung tong tongue, but the Fuglsvarri some how came to be a people and becomed clothinged and maked talkings. She did not talk me about what they talked, but then we beginned to journey some where. As we did, he came to have talkings with me in English. He is a þjóðann, what is called Prince heer here – I did not eks expect him to be so warm and friendful. More than the Fuglsvarri has been. I was saddened by Chimi not journeying with us from there – she was the most kind full.

We arrived to a great housing, where the other high people had runned to. They were fright full of John, and he maked many talkings to them – some were more fright full, some feeled more peace full. We met a elder high people with keen eyes, whose naming was Lord William Marshal. He too was more friend-like than most. The other high peoples maked lookings at me of harshness, but they talked nothing as we were maked gests guests of John.

We had strange foods and there was much more talkings in other tongues, and then we had our journeyings back to Sage Hollow. For the rest of the snows, I maked some talkings with the hárauði, a nice-faced woman who makes much good musics. She teached me some, and I look much to make more musics with her later.

'“I was much glad to be helping the wildness of the Forest of Sherwood from harming. I hope it shall be in peese peace for much winters more.”'

Spring 1192: Journeying with Cirice to Camelot and Gwaelod
Cirice asked me to be with her journeying to the sow south of the land. It was many walking, but her magicks maked our sleeping good. Under the moon we talked many tales – Erik the Berserkr maked good tales of Óðinn and Fenrisúlfur at Ragnarök.

We arrived at the place Ledecestre, were where there was many bying buying of foods and wools and other. I maked a visiting to the Urtkona – that is knowed as apothecary here – and thow though she had none that I did not, we had good talkings.

Then we journeyed to the place Bath, where there was another laug; a hot spring. I had not knowed that there wur were so many in this land. We maked bathings, which was very good, and none looked at me as the Foringi did.

After our bathings, we journeyed to a kastali casle castle upon a iland island. With in was a galdstaðr – a magick plase place – and I taked the peoples to it. Beyond was another castle, the same yet not. There was many sins signs of warring, but no dead peoples. There was a kirkja church, but both Christian and not. Inside there was a book who Cirice readed, talking of a searching for the land Avalon, and of a being naminged a Ascian who was seeking the pot of Cirice’s grand mother. Ascians was what maked dead her friend Rian, and so there was importanse importance within the book to her.

Beyond the castle there was a tree, with a dead people below. I seen that he had been living sinse since the sun’s rising, and he had been maked dead by a long and thin wepon weapon. He had maked many writings in his blood that we had no knowings of, and I writed them to bring to others for asking.

The dead man had also maked writings on a parchment, of how the peoples who had maked him dead could not reech reach him in the magick place as they were followers of a dark god. I think he had hidded hidden the place of the King in a vatna (a place below water), neer near the land of Wales. He talked to follow faeries, as they know were to be journeying if their lies can be seen threw through.

We choosed to make walkings in couplings, and I walked with Erik. He dos does not bare bear himself well, but he is a warm enough people when not talking of war and deadness. It was good to make talkings in Norse, even if I wood would not have maked them in Norway.

I had my feelings of a housing, and I seen it was a mapping place. There was another mapping of the vatna in Wales, telling of a city which I thinked meaned “high city” beside the lake of Avalon. As there were many peoples who had been maked dead in the castle, Erik and me thinked of if they had been unaware taked, and if the angerful peoples had arrived in the castle with quietness. I weared my ritual clothings and beginned a seeking for a tunnel, but there was none neer near us.

We journeyed to the inside castle, were where there was many dead peoples layed on stones and two thrown thrones. Mikill had wore the armur armouring of one of the carls nights knights – I thinked it is wrongful to be taking from the onoured honoured dead?

I told Cirice about the mapping I had finded, which she was thankful to me of. She told me about the writings she had finded – like mine heer here – from Ser Morfran. The knights had warred with others, and berried buried King Arthur and taked his wepons weapons away and put a man whose naming was Emrys on a tower until Arthur’s sord sword could be used to relese release him. I do not know why they coud could not release him after they taked the sword away.

Costly items were taked to the High City in Wales until Arthur arrives back, along with a cauldron like Cirice’s ansestor ancestor. Morfran then journeyed to a plais place naminged the Cristal Crystal City and said he leaved sines signs for the worshippers of the Celtic gods to find him if they have a need.

We then journeyed up stares stairs, where there was a fyn fine round table; the Round Table of King Arthur and his knights. I do not know why, but the Mikill had us take seating in chairs of our choosing. I choosed to sit in the seat Cirice said was the wizard Merlin’s. After the others thinked that we had seated for long enough, we journeyed again. There was a smith’s steðji, which is naminged a anvil in English, but its making was not knowed to me. Cirice thinked it may be something naminged steel, but I do not know this eether either.

We journeyed up a circle-stair, where we arrived at the roofing. On it was a gy giant pea piece of kwor kwart  qarts  quarts quartz. I think I have many to learn of English writings. Some are very strange to me. I had to be asking of Arianne for the proper writing of that.

In the qartz quartz was a man. The others talked that he was old, but to me he looked very younger. They do not see as I some times see. Cirice talked that the man must be the wizard Merlin, but we could not make him fri free and so we leaved him. We went to an other another circle-stair, where we came to the bed chamber of King Arthur.

There was a fraim frame a round a snowful land, but the others coud could not see it. I moved my finger in to it, and feeled a magickal strangeness. I talked Cirice of this, and she thinked it was naminged a transmishon transmishion transmission mira  miror mirror. I had not listened of this before.

Cirice talked that it would give to us any place that we talked to it of, and we could journey into it and be arriving there. Though the magickal strangeness would be very more, and it was harmful.

Cirice talked to the mirror for Sagehollow, and we seen Essel see us. They talked of what we had seen in Camelot, and Cirice had me make countings to think if time was maked other by the galdstaðr. The time was the same, but we were other suns apart. Essel then bringed the Reginkunnr to make talkings of King Arthur. She talked Falko to leave the items of the knight. She is good-thinking.

When Cirice stoped stopped the looking at Sagehollow, we seen a child grátur all tearful in a cave fastly. Cirice talked for us to see the child truely, but the mirror gived only another fast seeing. It was only good to seeing a stone ring in the cave, that Cirice talked had writings of Rego and Terram.

We then journeyed to the cave we seen by the water. Cirice maked stairs down, but we had to runned fast down to it. When we arrived to a door inside, I feeled big maybe troubles within, and did not want to go, but Cirice talked that she must. There was a big cave after, with a stone and two passings to other caves.

One had too two pots. One had writings of “the treasure is in this pot” and the other had writings of “the níu heimar is ӕvi”. I do not know the talkings in English. The best I can think is that all the worlds are always. There was a coin in that pot, who the Mikill taked. I do not know why he must be always taking.

The other cave had a bole bowl filled with a water, with writings of “I am the mirror that is the lyar liar”. When I looked into the water, I looked harsh and hate full. I looked at the underneeth underneath, that had more writings of “there is only one choy choice”.

The door behind us closed and the roofing begined to dropped. Cirice tried some magicks, but it did not stop and the Mikill threw the bowl to the grow ground and the roofing lifted and the door opened.

When we journeyed back to the big cave, there was the sword naminged Excalibur in the stone. The Mikill pulled it from the stone and a man in armouring arrived in magick, and they warred. The Mikill was very hurted, but winned. When he did, the roofing begined to fall on us. Cirice maked a stone housing to protect us, and the Mikill and Erik runned to the altar and put Excalibur in the stone and the old coin in the pot. The roofing stopped to fall.

I looked to his wounds, making bindings to hold the blood in him. Before I could look to help his pains, the man in the qart quartz arrived by magick to us but not, and talked that we had passed his tests and that we will be gived gifts. There were sords swords and shee shields and clothings and a book. The look of the clothings would move, and I think would be of big y use. Then we went to the mirror a gain again, and the Mikill journeyed in it to Sagehollow with many of the gifts.

We journeyed to a village and the Kaupsveinmaðr talked a cost for our sailing. The farmaðr – that the English named say sailors – were on the sea, so we waited in the drinking-house. The Kaupsveinmaðr talked there that I maked talkings of others, and so I talked as if mine was others. She thinked I was strange.

Then the sailors arrived and had drinks and maked talkings. There were many women who weared fake bee beards. I do not know why. One woman listened to my talkings with Cirice and talked with me in Norse. I was very ser surprised at it, and she talked that her naming was Astrid and she too was from Norway. She and some of the others had been on a ship broked on a rock when they were helped by the peoples of the ship we were journeying on. They choosed to stay with them.

She talked of the Isle of Mann, which still had many followers of the old ways. Her brother, Erik Giants-Blood, lived there, and is a Trollson. I very wish to journey there and have talkings with them one day.

On the sun rising, we went on the ship, which had the naming of Naglfar. It was not just Astrid who followed the old ways. I maked talkings with Mary, the ship’s second chief, who talked that they often journey to the iland island of Lundy to give foods to the templars there. She also talked of the ship chief, who was a cat. I was not ek expecting of that, but I had gotten used to the two cats of metals in Sagehollow who maked talkings and thinkings of humans, sometimes even more.

Cirice maked the sal sails full of winds to help the ship to the next su shore, where we wished each other good journeys in the future. We journeyed to the village Cardington, where the Kaupsveinmaðr maked talkings with a boating man to bringed us onto the water. It feeled strange there, and when I talked of it to Cirice, she casted a spell on me to see into the water clee clearly. There were old housing below, and many stoned trees.

The Kaupsveinmaðr maked more talkings with the boating peoples, but I did not understand them. We were taked back to the ground and taked to a emptiness in the trees. I saw it was a galdrstaðr magick place of Yggdrasil, and the boating man did a small ritual. We leaved the place with the boating man and taked our cart back there. I listened three faeries there making harsh talkings, and the Kaupsveinmaðr journeyed to them and maked talkings.

I knowed what they talked well, and he asked to be taked to the place below the water. They agreed if he gived them his eye culu color colours, and then for ten talkings and writings for us to be taked also. I did not want him to pay for my taking, so I talked to give them my own. Cirice cleverly maked herself into a fox to pass without such givings, and Erik was talked to stay with the cart. The ones they taked from me were of very use, but I can not write them any more. So I choosed to be cleverful in my talkings and not give so big.

The faeries opened the rock into Gway Gwaelod (the place below the water) and we folo followed. We were in many trees, and it was nit night. I could see we were below the water, and there were fishes above. The Kaupsveinmaðr’s eyes had become all wi wight white, so he looked as a blinded one. I had a feeling of one fas facing, and when we journeyed there we finded a big town of stone.

The town’s naming was Lleyta, and Cirice talked to the man on the wall in Welsh, as only she talked it. Though she was fear full of being her under the water, if the faeries then wanted her ten talkings and writings, so I had to make pretend that I was making the talking. I do not know what they talked of, but they let us into the town. We went to a drinking-house, and Cirice teached some Welsh talkings to me. I maked some of the talkings to the drinking-house owner, who gived us a room for sleeping.

After the sun’s rising, we journeyed to the castle and the warriors stopped the Kaupsveinmaðr. When they did, Cirice leaded me and the Matsveinn in. There was a stone emptiness, where a smith maked weapons out of cristels crystals. I had not seen a thing like that before. Cirice had to go to the inside castle, so she teached me more Welsh talkings. I maked them to the warriors there, but they did not seem to work. I beginned to leave to ask Cirice what they talked, but she journeyed inside. I maked more Welsh talkings and pointed at her, and they allowed me passed. They thinked me strange and the Matsveinn laughed at me.

There was a big stone room with many people at eet eating tables and a young man on a throne, whose naming was Baxtoriam. I maked the talkings Cirice teached me, but he saw that I was being teached by Cirice and maked talkings with her for many time. Cirice later talked me that his mother’s place was not knowed. Morfran leaved many time before, and he had maked a deal with a people of woods and shadows for Gwaelod to be saved from the water.

The place Cirice wanted to journey to – Prifddnas – was a seeding, which was singed to grow into it. It is now a seeding again, and all the thing of Gwaelod are needed to make the singings to grow it again, but many wrongness would happen too. The peoples of the thing are apart, and one had become hateful and are warring the others. They can use deadness as a wep weapon, and Baxtoriam thinked that they have fre friends above the water. They cannot journey their there.

Cirice talked that she seeked Morfran to find her ans ancestor’s coldron cauldron, and Baxtoriam talked that if she helped bring the thing together then she could find him. She talked me that she needed to make readings of a Temple of Light after we journeyed to Sagehollow. Baxtoriam also gived her crist crystal works.

We maked another ritual for the fae, and Cirice asked for the secret of journeying Yggdrasil, but had no thinkings of what to give back. I talked a secret, and she talked one to them quietful. Then they gived me the nowi knowings of how to do it when Cirice is with me to help. They then taked us out of the under water, and there was no Erik or cart.

We followed the trackings until we finded the cart. There had been warring, but there were no dead peoples. I saw a red hat in the trees, and more trackings of Erik and another people journeying away. For Four more peoples followed, and we journeyed after them until we arrived at a walled hill with trees a round. I feeled many wrongness within and talked the others, so we journeyed slow. There was many spider’s webbing in the trees, and we leaved fast.

Cirice becomed a berd bird, and flyed to the hill. As we waited, many spiders flyed out on to us, and the Matsveinn and the Kaupsveinmaðr runned away. Cirice talked after that she maked magicks to send a wind into the trees to make the spiders look there. Giant spiders then chased her and Erik and the man he was with when they runned through the trees.

Erik throwed the hurt man at me so he coud could war them. Cirice and the Matsveinn and Hamlet the pig helped him. Cirice was hurted by one. When the warring stopped, I runned over and taked the poison out of her. It stopped her being worse, but she needed to be taked to The Læknir at Sagehollow. I looked at the man Erik had meeted, and hee healed him some by closing his flesh. Cirice talked that he was a Redcap – a bringer of writings – that Erik had meeted, and then they had been attacked by þjófr taking-peoples. They runned to the walled hill and could not leave passed past the spiders.

Erik and the Matsveinn taked the cart to the village Cardington and the Kaupsveinmaðr finded the múli mules and bringed them back. Then we journeyed back to Sagehollow, and talked the others of our doings and thinkings. I liked having time with Cirice, but I was happy to be there again. It was a long journey.

Summer 1192: Doings with the Lӕknir and Spjǫrsári
I visited the Lӕknir again to be helping with his healings. He does not seem to be trusting of me, and sended me to be finding herbs and other healing items. I was contented to be sended. There was no peoples with very need of healings, and it was a doing that had to be maked. Spjǫrsári was more important to be at Sagehollow if warring was to happened, and she is the only other people to have knowings of healing plants.

It was good to be walking the land in the summer. The eir air was warming and the grass feeled nice for my foots. I finded places where gu good plants maybe growing, and maked seekings for them. I finded Valerian, Valmúi and Kamillu, the lasts what the English naming is Poppy and Cam Chamomyle Chamomile.

Autumn 1192: Talkings with Evelyn, and journeying to the Lareap
Evelyn had askings for me about the bjarga, what the English naming is barrows. She was seeking to journey to one and take a axe. I talked her that the draugr who stay inside are journeying from Hel to protect their items, and she should not be harming of them. She talked that she wood would not, and would instead make talkings with it.

She had maked a glove of magicks to defend and taked many peoples with her. I was not understanding of this – if she was thinking there would be so many harm, she should be leaving the axe. If she was thinking there is less harm, why be taking so many from the coven?

She journeyed back with many of the peoples having been maked dead, and others hurted. I maked some healings with the Lӕknir and Spjǫrsári, but Fuglsvarri then needed me to be helping to her journeying to the tree of stone who Rylon talked of. She also taked Chimi, the Skjaldmӕr, Ybogi, the Banamaðr and his sword-carryer sword-carrier.

We journeyed past the village of the long lake and another of the burnd burned witch. The Banamaðr talked of his visiting their there many winters past. I thinked he may have been apart of the burning. I must be care full of him, he is evil.

When it came my time for looking with Chimi and the Skjaldmӕr, I saw ravens in ser cer circles above. I had a evil feelings of harming and maybe deadness in some suns. I talked Chimi, Skjaldmӕr and Ybogi this, and Ybogi talked that he looked saw movings in the bushes. Chimi runned there, so I followed. I did not want her to be hurted.

She finded some foot-markings of a dead people, like draugr. I had no feelings of bjarga barrows, so it must be evil. Chimi journeyed with the markings to a emti emptiness in the trees, were where many foot-markings were. One markings were big. I talked Chimi of the evil and we journeyed to the camping-place. I was too busy with my thinkings of draugr and magicks and seeings to be looking many at the trees, but Skjaldmӕr looked also.

After the sun rised, we talked of wat what we saw on our lookings, but only Chimi knowed what I talked of with my seeings. She taked Fuglsvarri to the foot-markings to have lookings. I maked a seeing for a barrow to lur learn if the draugr were evil, but I did not find any. The gods leed leaded me to a fast-water, and Chimi swimmed in it and gived me a fish. I was thanking of her, and gived it to Ybogi for cooking so I could be eating it. I was happy to be gived a gift by her. She is a good and kind fre friend.

I talked of the dangers, but the Fuglsvarri talked us to keep our journeying. We arrived at a tree full hill, and on top was a bautarsteinn, what is naminged in English as a standing stow stone. On the stone was old writings in the elder futhark, who talked of Ragnarök, the ending times for the beginning of the new times. I talked the Fuglsvarri and the others, but they just seemed not knowing.

Chimi feeled that there was some magicks on the stone, but it had gone. I looked more and saw that there was a holding-magick on there, as Gleipnir. She also talked that her feelings were less, and I talked that it was a trolldomur, a eygaldr. I talked them that it was a plas place of no magicks, but it was old and now let some. They again looked a little not knowing of my talkings, but they did knowed that it was difficult, but not all wrongful.

We journeyed threw through the trees to more stones. Some were broked with in that moon, and they all had writings on them of Ragnarök. I thinked that the dead walking peoples were not draugr, but Valgaldrar. Talked to make doings by Leikin Hel-Queen. I talked Bryne of this and that I thinked we should leaf leav leave, who talked the Fuglsvarri. She choosed to continew continue.

Chimi finded a holed stone. I seen that it was magicked, and talked her of it. She was happy. I do not know what the magick was.

Fuglsvarri flyed to the tree of stone, and talked us that it was a lareap, that Banamaðr talked was naminged a irminsul. It had a tower of wood next to it. I knowed that the valgaldrar and Múspelli was trying to maked Ragnarök.

The Banamaðr talked of leaveing leaving the Múspelli to make it, And the Fuglsvarri was thinking of it! I was a lot ser surprised and maked sad at it. I talked how it will make the old gods dead, and the fayr faeries, and many many many peoples. All for power. The Fuglsvarri and the Banamaðr talked of making good doings with power. I talked of how big evils are always maked for good doings. Good peoples with power can quiet fully be maked evil.

The Banamaðr closed his eys eyes for a tym time and then talked of “Tifaneyus”, a spirit. He talked that it thinked Ragnarök may be good or evil or not. Then he talked the Fuglsvarri that the other magick peoples and the Múspelli would be anger full at her if she stoped stopped Ragnarök, and that it has not happened past and will not if she leaved the Múspelli to make the ritual.

This was wrongful talkings – big doings must never be maked for the thinkings of others. They should be maked for the good of the doing alone. And Ragnarök has not happened from peoples not letting rituals be maked where ever they finded them. If peoples all thinked that one ritual will not make Ragnarök, there will be many and it will happen. Chimi talked at my side, and I was of thanks for her.

Happyly Happily, the Fuglsvarri saw my thinkings and talked the Banamaðr and the Ybogi and the Skjaldmӕr to take the lareap to Sage hollow for protek protecting. We journeyed to it, and there was many wep weapons and coins and costful items. They were not dead givings, but from takings. The Skjaldmӕr taked many, and the Fuglsvarri taked a cooked-earth item of a woman.

After the sun’s setting, I saw movings in the trees, and we runned to the tower of wood and climed climbed it, but Chimi was hidings alone. The Valgaldrar arrived to us, with a Víkingr lee leading them. There was a Múspell also, but she was apart.

The Víkingr talked for a warrior to war with him. The Banamaðr climbed to him and they warred, and the Banamaðr maked him dead, and then the other Valgaldrar warred him. Others hitted the wooden tower with axes, and Ybogi and Skjaldmӕr throwed arrows at them and Fuglsvarri used her magicks. I had no wep weapons, so I taked what the Skjaldmӕr taked before and droped dropped them onto the Valgaldrar.

The Múspell journeyed a round the Lareap doing a ritual, but we could not stop her. Brave Chimi runned at her and huged hugged her, and then a Valkyrja arrived! She flyed at the Múspell and the Múspell turned to a dreki, what the English naming is dragon. She maked the Valkyrja dead and eet eated her. I had no knowing that Valkyrjur could be.

Chimi was some how still holding the dreki dragon, and so she flyed into the trees. I was a lot worrying that Chimi was hurted or dead from this. Once the Banamaðr and the others maked the last Valgaldr dead, Chimi journeyed from the trees, less hurted. Happy for her living, I gived her a big hug, and then gived her a string to make a charm of the belt she taked off the Múspell. She talked that it was a skal scale until she taked it off her.

We sleeped the rest of the nit night, and then I helped Ybogi make a wood carry to bring the lareap with us to Sagehollow.

"I was maked sad to see the Fuglsvarri and the Banamaðr talking of the good of Ragnarök for their power. Power from so many dead is not good, and power is not to be gotten and keeped, but to be gived by outside and be gived back to others."

Winter 1192: Big Talkings at the Thing
I was arriving to the thing with the magick peoples of Sagehollow for talkings of hapen happenings. I did not knowed many of their talkings, as they did not make many in English.

I knowed that the Foringi had leaved us with his peoples to make a journeying far a way. A lot his peoples had been maked dead, and I think he did not want to be neer its play place. A new vini leed leader of warriors was needed, and the name was gived to the Reginkunnr. Though I am care full with the very Christians, I see no harshness yet in her, and I am very more glad of her than I wood would be with the Banamaðr.

I had no knowings of what was talked after, and there was many. Þjófsaugr and Cirice and Essel asked me for my knowings of the Múspelli and the Lareap, and I talked of Ragnarök and the servants of Loki. I think they talked of making the Lareap in the grownd ground, but I talked that if the Múspelli maked lookings for it, it would not be with only seeing. There was a lot talking of Ragnarök and Múspelli, but I do not knowed what.

Essel asked of me to make a journeying to the ey Island of Mann to find more knowings. She did not talk me of what the magick peoples’ talkings were of, so I thinked I may have had many knowings that I did not gived, that they may have thinked good. But they have their own knowings, and so it may be that they knowed mine all ready? It may be that is why they maked no more askings.

"The talking at the thing was maked in a tongue I have no knowing of, so I had little to talk, even of the Múspelli and Ragnarök. I thinked if they were asking of me in English, I could have been more helping."

Spring 1193: Arianne and Heiðr
In the flowering, Haeddi Groðsǫgn rited writed me a telling of the thing. She talked of Arianne having quiet talkings with Giscard, because he taked her sister and promised harming if she did not. I was not knowing of this, and I was fearing for them both. But the peoples of Sagehollow were understanding of Arianne, and did not wish harming to her.

Alsekr was betrayd betrayed by Essel, who thinked it the only path without any being maked dead. I am not very knowing of the happenings, but I am understanding of his and her feelings both.

I did not knowed some of the other terms Haeddi writed, and I thinked her writings were so by her choosing. But I ree readed my naming and Gullveig, and that gived me very worry. I asked for another thing and for me to be arriving to it.

The peoples had not asked of Arianne’s sister’s naming, but it was Eryn. They had no plannings for making her freed, but agri agreed that she must be. They talked that Cirice and Þjófsaugr will be journeying to a Alþiófr and have talkings with him for help. I will be very asking of her being maked free soonly, but I am very trusting of Cirice. I am happy that she will be making the talkings.

I asked of Gullveig’s naming in the last thing, and they talked that a follower of her had been asking Arianne of me for four snow’s fallings passed past. I do not knowed of how she came to be knowing of my naming or why she is asking, but it has maked me fearing. Gullveig, Heiðr, is very big evil, and followed by many Múspelli. They talked that this follower talked of her being chief to Arianne’s magicks, as hers is parent to it. I do not think it so. Arianne’s is not that of the Vanir.

They also talked of the follower looking for Ascians to make a allying. If she makes it, then that is of big worry – Ascians, peoples of Heiðr and Múspelli being of one mind will be harm-full to many.

'“Harshness is often from fear, and fear is often from not knowing. Only when knowing makes fear is when the fear is often true.”'

Summer 1193: Journeying to Mann
I talked my frend friend Chimi about the see sea and ships, and was asking if she was wanting to journey with me to the iland island of Mann to have talkings about Múspelli. She was with me when we was were seeing the Múspell at the lareap, and I was wanting to be journeying with a friend also. Þjófsaugr talked that he wood would be with us also, and Daufi and Haeddi Groðsǫgn.

The Þjófsaugr talked that we shoo should be journeying to the tou town of Chester to make sailings, and we maked camping on the road. Haeddi was used to living in housing and I knowed the Daufi wanted a drinking-house to be sleeping in, but Chimi and Þjófsaugr and me wanted to be camping. It is good.

When we arrivinged at Chester, Þjófsaugr gived me his clok cloak for wering wearing in side. I do not knowed why, as I have my own. I gived mine to Chimi, who he talked to be walking on her feets. He talked us to find a drinking-house to be wating waiting for him wile while he had other doings, and I finded a quiet place.

The man gived us drinks and taked more moneys than he shoud should, but I did not make any argus argues. He was wair wary of us, but talked any way. I talked that we were wishing to make sailing to the island of Mann, and he talked that a ship he knowed might be journeying us. A time later a ǫlfuss people who was drinked to foolishness, but I saw it was the Þjófsaugr making false ak acting. I am not knowing of why.

We journeyed to the water and the ship, and I saw it was The Naglfar. I maked good gri greetings with the peoples. They taked us to the Captain Sabre, and Chimi chased him all a round and gived him tikling ticklings. I think he was shamed by this and I asked Chimi not to do more. My friend Astrid had been maked forrað. I do not know the term in English.

I talked her and the Captain Sabre and Mary of the Múspell and lareap and wanting to be journeying to the Mann. They were journeying there for a Þing thing, and kindly taked us with out moneys. The king had deaded and there was two peoples who were wanting being king. They maked sal sailing, and as we journeyed I talked with Astrid of the peoples there, and there were many who were alike the gods – Osric Þórr, Thormund Óðinn, Brea Loki and Sigurd Freyr.

We arived arrived at the Mann and I was talked to see Thormund, who was a old Vitki. I putted on my ritual clothings and taked the others with me. It was odd to see peoples being high-treating to me after four and one winters in England. It was odd also to see the peoples gived wary lookings at Þjófsaugr and Haeddi and Daufi. It may be that it will give them more understanding of me with English peoples. I talked them of Osric and Sigurd and Brea and Freyr.

At the k castle-front, a trollson of the naming of Ymir maked askings of me and the others. I talked him true, and he maked me swear by the gods that I meaned no harming. The others were not happy to be swearing upon our gods, and I talked Ymir to allow it to be sweared by theirs. Chimi has no gods, and Ymir talked that any of her harmings would be mine. Chimi is a kind people, and I knowed she will not be making any harming.

Then I had talkings with a trollsdóttir with the naming of Freyja, and after we were arriving at the gra great hall. There were many peoples ee eating foods and drinking mead, and a big tabel table with Thormund and Osric and Sigurd see seating. Brea was behind them. All seemed much as the gods.

I talked them of why I journeyed to them, and Thormund talked of how he had thinked no lareaps left. Brea was asking of wea were where we had taked it, but I did not think it good to talk closer to him, both as he is a like Loki and there was many who could be hearing and the magick peoples may not be liking of it.

Brea maked askings of the magick peoples, and I thinked may be trying to make of me a foe. I talked of how I am not trusting of the magick peoples all, but I am of the peoples I have been with. They are not fully good, but some are true fre friends to me, and others also have heer heared my talkings to stop the múspell ritual. He had no more askings of them, may be thinking he would make no foe of me from such.

He talked of some thing that trub troubled me very – he was talking to the other peoples of Mann to be sumon summoning the gods to make warring with Christians and their god. If the gods were wanting to make warring, they would with out needing summoning. The war would bring very harm and death. The Christians are warring others, and such great power as the gods would bring them back to warring us and may be make the end of the old ways forever. Such great power will bring a lot change, that will be not able to be thinked of or then changed. May be it will make Ragnarök.

He keeped making more and more talkings, and I knowed he was not talking to me in true, but the other peoples eating foods a round us. He was very like Loki. So I talked in stead of the múspell and my wanting to stop her. That was why I maked the journey, and he would not be able to be talking against that, and it was showing the peoples that I was not huglausi fear full.

Thormund talked of a múspell who was journeying a round England, whose naming was said to be of Angrboða. She maked all her magicks with rituals, and talked that we shoo should not be arriving to her, but make her arriving to us. He talked that we could do this by risking the lareap. I was not happy of thinking of her may be having it, but dangers must be faced in warring múspelli.

Osric maked askings of the múspell at the lareap, and I talked of her ritual and Chimi’s hugging to stop it. He was a lot happy of it, and gived Chimi the naming of Vogflá and called for more drinking to her. I talked her this, and I thinked her happy at the happyness a round, if not knowing the why.

Brea had more long talkings with Haeddi, but I was not knowing of many of it, as their talking was fast and often with words I did not knowed. I did not need to know the words to know Brea’s wants, and he was wanting to treat Haeddi as a foolsome child. I did not know her answerings, but he was happy of them and leaved.

When he leaved, the drinks and foods becomed what to talk of, and Haeddi leaved with a warrior and Daufi with Freyja. Thormund maked qiet quiet talkings to me of a very old vitki, that he and Sigurd wood would be wanting to have talkings with me after the new sun. Neither maked talkings before, and I am hoping thers theirs will be more of peace and understanding than Brea. I am fearing Brea will be talking to Osric to wanting war with Christians.

''I have no wanting to make ritings writings of sumarr summer. May be I will make them after time.''

Autumn 1193
After the traumatic events of the Isle of Man, Torvi found herself far from being in the right state to contribute much to the covenant in her usual manner, such as healing others, and nor was she in the mood for making songs or even writing her diary. Even her rituals she conducted with grim resolve, rather than her usual warmth and contentment. Needing a distraction from her tumultuous thought cycle and absent of Cirice's company, a few weeks after Haeddi and Percival's funeral she finally began interacting once more with the covenfolk as a whole.

Though she did not approach some of the more distant or conservative covenfolk (or those who share no common language), many of the others were willing to talk to her; be it about themselves, herself, their day-to-day, or simply talking her through their duties to the covenant as they went about them.

Essel told her about local events. Tessora spoke of faith and its place in the world. Robin Hood and Bryne discussed with her the local flora, and how it differed from what was found in Norway. Alfred and Mary let her sit in on their cooking sessions for the covenfolk. Chimi Simply sat or walked with her in the forest. Falko talked to her of the artistry that lay within working stone, as he made Haeddi and Percival's busts. Old Giles talked her through the process of collecting the golden eggs from the geese, and how they differed from that of the normal geese. Lohse performed music whilst Torvi sat and listened. Millie Rambled on about anything and everything that caught her attention. No. 7 was patient enough to tell her all the covenant gossip, such as the identities of those who had been seen being ushered into Essel's chambers late at night, and rumours as to who the surly and unapproachable Vick Sloane was. Silk regaled her with anecdotes of his more entertaining and light-hearted misadventures.

Winter 1193: Having Learnings of Latin and a Seeing of Harshness
Essel talked of me being maked bók book-keeper to the peoples of Sagehollow. She talked that I was of good thinkings, and she thinked I would feel keeping the books to be peace-full. She did not talked of it, but I thinked she also was wanting of me to be a way from any worrys worries, as with making healings. I am thank-full of her. It is not easy to be loosing losing a frend friend and she still has thinkings for me.

I have no knowings of the tung tong tongue of the magick peoples, and very books were writed in that. Miðlr teeched teached me some of it over the snowing. He makes good teachings, and I was learning many. He will be keeping of the books until I can be understanding of the writings more fully.

My friend Arianne talked me that making writings of my Summer would be helping my feelings, and I can see the wiseness of that. It is alike pushing an arrow threw through to have proper healings. I will try and it may be in time that my feelings will be better.

After the snows falled more, I was awaked from a sleeping of very wrong hapen happenings. It was not the sleep-seeings of the fire and the blood and the knífr knife at the Mann. It was of big stone housings and sadness and harshness after. I have no knowings of if it was my sleeping mind making new worrys worries from fearing or a true seeing. I am hopeing it is a false sleep-seeing only. There has been very harshness newly, and very to me. I have no wanting at all for more.