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 an 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 27) Height: 5'4" Weight: 112lbs Build: Skinny

Warping: 1

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).

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.

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".

Characteristics
Strength -2 Stamina +1 Dexterity +1 Quickness +0 Perception +3 Intelligence +2 Presence +1 Communication +1

Virtues

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

Flaws

 * Compassionate
 * Fear: Loud Noises
 * Foreign Upbringing
 * PaganM
 * Primitive Equipment
 * Primitive TraditionM
 * VisionsFree

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

Abilities

 * Language: Old Norse (Storytelling) 5
 * Dowsing (In Woodland) 4
 * Folk Ken (Hidden Motives) 4
 * Herbalism (Physician) 4
 * Premonitions (Supernatural Dangers) 4
 * Second Sight (Regiones) 4
 * Awareness (Incongruity) 3
 * Chirurgy (First Aid) 3
 * Music (Singing) 315
 * Survival (Woodland) 3
 * Animal Handling (Canines) 2
 * Athletics (Woodland) 2
 * Artes Liberales (Rituals) 2
 * Concentration (Performing Rituals) 2
 * Faerie Lore (Faerie Forests) 2
 * Intrigue (Rumours) 2
 * Language: English (Medical Vocabulary) 2
 * Magic Lore (Paganism) 25
 * Organisation Lore: Seithkonur (Norway) 2
 * Profession: Apothecary (Herbs) 2
 * Area Lore: Germany (Politics) 1
 * Area Lore: Norway (Personalities) 1
 * Area Lore: Sherwood (Geography) 14
 * Brawl (Scratching and Biting) 1
 * Charm (Conveying Benevolence) 1
 * Etiquette (Peasants) 1
 * Hunt (Tracking) 1
 * Guile (Conveying Innocence) 1
 * Language: Old English (Rituals) 1
 * Stealth (Hiding) 1
 * Swim (Diving) 1

Typical Gear
Leathers, dagger, dowsing rods, mortar and pestle, ritual headdress and garb, ligatures, herbs, various bone runes, fetishes and tchotchkes

Opinions of Others
Mages Fuglsvarri – I see quiet plannings within. 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. Cirice – As a child, but there are much years within. The only other right-believer I have meetinged, and I enjoyed our talkings in the underneath. 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. 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. Grogs Ybogi – Courage and folly can be the same. Though to make dead the beast at the long lake shows skill. Chimi – She is much like me in both talkings and blood, though she is less burdened. She has good feelings, and I enjoy her being near. 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. 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. Skjaldmӕr – She did not talking much, but her doings are as good as many others. She would do well in Noreg. Miðlr – I am thankful for him calming harsh talkings against me before they became harsh doings. Others Arianne – Little have welcomed me but her – she helped my English in letters and visitings. I was happy listening she lives. Doctor Tursten Maynard – He is kin with Granny; a skilled healer, who has hard words to cover a soft heart. Grandmother – 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 afeared. A warm host and he had good talkings, even though ours was slow. 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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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 made to give such a decision for fear of other leaders in Norway.

With that I was made 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 an 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 found 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 wisdom.

We talked of healing, magic, 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 majical magical 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 magic.

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 magical peoples would be, and so I journeyed there.

'” Miðgarðr 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 became fear full, which has become hating.”'

Autumn 1191: Encountering People 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 an 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 magical 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 magical 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 found a boat to bear 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 began 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 became 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 made blinded and struck them aside. The child began an 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 an arrow into its eye, and with such an attack it was made 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 made sure the rib had not rended any organs and bound his body. I fear I did not make myself well in their eyes.

We then went to the cave, and found 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 that 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 magic 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 magical 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 godly ring made 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: Protecting 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 an openness in the trees. I made 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 made Chimi smell of a dear deer and when the garmr dogs of hunting smelled her, she runninged to where we had made our hidings in the snows. The dogs stopped their chasing, and when the high peoples arrived, the dogs attacked them and made much harm, with Rylon joining.

I saw one high people person 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 person and became clothinged and made 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 made many talkings to them – some were more fright full, some feeled more peace full. We met an elder high person with keen eyes, whose naming was Lord William Marshal. He too was more friend-like than most. The other high peoples made lookings at me of harshness, but they talked nothing as we were made 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 made 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: Accompanying Cirice to Camelot
Cirice asked me to be with her journeying to the sow south of the land. It was much walking, but her magicks made our sleeping much good. Under the moon we talked many tales – Erik the Berserkr made good tales of Óðinn and Fenrisúlfur at Ragnarök.

We arrived at the place ‘’’Ledecestre’’’, were where there was much bying buying of foods and wools and other. I made 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 much in this land. We made bathings, which was much good, and none looked at me as the Foringi did.

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

Beyond the castle there was a tree, with a dead people person below. I seen that he had been living sinse since the sun’s rising, and he had been made dead by a long and thin wepon weapon. He had made 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 made writings on a parchment, of how the peoples who had made him dead could not reech reach him in the magic 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 person when not talking of war and deadness. It was good to make talkings in Norse, even if I wood would not have made 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 made 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 wored my ritual clothings and began a seeking for a tunnel, but there was none neer near us.

We journeyed to the inside castle, were where there was much 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 bad to be taking from the onoured honoured dead?

I told Cirice about the mapping I had found, which she was thankful to me of. She told me about the writings she had found – 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.

Much costly items were taken 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 an 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 hoo huge pea piece of kwor kwart  qarts  quarts quartz. I think I have much to learn of English writings. Some wur words are much 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 much 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 around a snowful land, but the others coud could not see it. I moved my finger in to it, and felt a magical 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 magical strangeness would be much more, and it was bad.

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 made 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 gave 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 felt much 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 words in English. The best I can think is that all the worlds are always. There was a coin in that pot, which 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 magics, 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 magic, and they warred. The Mikill was much hurt, 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 magic to us but not, and talked that we had passed his tests and that we will be gived gifts.

Experience
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)