Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Apr 7, 2024 19:54:02 GMT -5
On the south eastern shore, the sands are smooth. The world is peaceful here.
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Jarl Njal
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 67
Skills and Abilities: Njal has some skills as an eddic runelord. He is a jack of all trades who excels at teaching others. Like most Eygor Mjok he is skilled at navigating waters. He is quite strong and virile, though he is starting to show his age. He has an excellent singing voice and can project his voice quite loudly, which some people find obnoxious.
Biography: Jarl Njal is a bit of an oddity. He was elected to Jarl not because he was the best at anything, but rather because of his good looks (which have faded) and charisma (debatable). He had originally served as an entertainer and an instructor in singing and oration, and it was his popularity as such that won him the title of the leader of his people.
Regardless, he is not a *bad* leader. He has acquired a decent amount of wisdom and life experience by virtue of his position.
People will call him a cheerleader behind his back, since he has a bad habit of obnoxiously encouraging others to make himself feel useful.
Allegiances: Eygor Mjok, Usqueans
Registered: Apr 24, 2024 15:20:58 GMT -5
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Post by Jarl Njal on Apr 24, 2024 16:31:02 GMT -5
Njal took too many trips to this beach.
As a Jarl, every movement one makes carries weight. You could hardly take a trip behind a bush without it sending a shiver down someone's spine. So whenever the old Jarl requested time alone to meditate, naturally some of the younger folk's gazes would follow in wonder. Just what deep wisdom and esoteric thoughts would the sunset imbue upon the old man's bones?
"Blech. No place to sit down here, and my feet are hurting." Njal looked around for a boulder, a washed-up log, a dead whale, anything he could sit down on. But this beach was too perfect.
He squinted his eyes. Oh wait, there was a rock over there. But it looked so craggy, and wet, and it was way over there, and not where he was. Damn it. Oh well, it couldn't be helped. He sighed and started walking towards it.
If the world was the body of a deceased giant, and there were other giants among the stars, could it be that the sky was just a great graveyard? What was the sun, really? Was it a campfire for giants? Or a massive funeral pyre?
Bizarre though they were, such thoughts brought Njal comfort as he approached the end of his life. The universality of death, of new life, of warmth among a sea of ice, these things brought order to the cosmos, in his mind at least. But Njal kept these musings to himself, since he had no doubt the others would associate his ruminations of death with the fact that he was becoming a doddering old man.
As he sat down the rock, he concluded it was more comfortable than it looked.
He wanted to sing, but he didn't want to attract unwanted attention. He hated himself for thinking that. A true wise old man wouldn't give a dead starfish what anyone else thought of him. But if anything his age had made him less confident and more insecure. What twisted logic was that anyways? How foolish. No, no he would do the opposite. He would speak up more, not less. He would clap and laugh and shout. He'd waggle his finger and tell people to listen to their elders. Yes, that was what he'd do.
"I'm not in Valhala yet, damn it."
He sighed again. Age inevitably brought certain kinds of wisdom with it no matter how immature one's heart was, like knowledge of the longing of old friends gone by.
"Eh, screw it."
He began to sing. He sang loudly, loud enough for the whole length of the beach to hear him. He sang of sunsets and funeral pyres, and how youth was wasted on the young. He sang of beautiful maidens with crass senses of humor, and of baby sea lions catching their first fish. He was a doddering old fool, and he didn't care.
As time went by, he felt a few runes form in his mind. He made sure to write them down before it was too dark to see. He thanked the landvaettir for their blessings. Funny thing was, he hadn't even been looking for a chant. It just came to him, piece by piece. He estimated it was about halfway done. He knew deep down inside he wasn't as talented as the other runelords, like Hoegr Rakki. But he did feel like he'd accomplished something. Landvaettir didn't give out their secrets out of pity for old men, after all.
As he sat back up, his back creaked. He stretched and groaned. Stupid rock.
You know what? I'd take a pity chant. I deserve a little compassion from the spirits, damn it. He chuckled as he made his way back to the village, like the obnoxious old man he was proud to be.
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High Priestess Neris
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 27
Appearance: She is silver haired and blue eyed. She wears veils and white fabrics made from the materials woven by the Usque weavers. She stands 5'5"ish and is average in weight.
Equipment: Ceremonial Dagger
Wand
Coronet
Skills and Abilities: Healing (Mostly herbally)
Leading Worship to the Goddess Tyrryr
Cooking
Potion making
Orating
Biography: She was born in the same iteration of the Usque as Tana, and she showed up in the third wave of people.
She was named as High priestess after serving Tana with dedication during her time on Trinity Island.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue-Tied
Registered: Aug 15, 2023 22:45:00 GMT -5
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Post by High Priestess Neris on Apr 30, 2024 19:56:20 GMT -5
Just as the older man started to leave, he might catch the sound of humming. The priestess, spending her time exploring and mapping out the island by memory so she could help others find things and places, was taking her time picking over the roots in the thicket of a nearby forest. The humming sounded cheerful and breezy as she made her way to the peaceful beach. Her feet were silent as she moved over the brackish and into the open. She did not notice him right away as she shifted toward the sea.
"Hmmm hmmm hmm," came the humming noises once she made it to the edge of the water. She kicked off her sandals, dropped a basket full of plants, and waded into the sea, not bothering to lift her skirt. The scarf that loosely covered her curls fell off of the shining mass as she tilted her head back to take in the warmth of the sun, and she seemed to open her arms wide before lifting them up over her head.
She yawned and kind of just fell back with a soft chuckle. It seemed that her kind loved the water.
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Jarl Njal
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 67
Skills and Abilities: Njal has some skills as an eddic runelord. He is a jack of all trades who excels at teaching others. Like most Eygor Mjok he is skilled at navigating waters. He is quite strong and virile, though he is starting to show his age. He has an excellent singing voice and can project his voice quite loudly, which some people find obnoxious.
Biography: Jarl Njal is a bit of an oddity. He was elected to Jarl not because he was the best at anything, but rather because of his good looks (which have faded) and charisma (debatable). He had originally served as an entertainer and an instructor in singing and oration, and it was his popularity as such that won him the title of the leader of his people.
Regardless, he is not a *bad* leader. He has acquired a decent amount of wisdom and life experience by virtue of his position.
People will call him a cheerleader behind his back, since he has a bad habit of obnoxiously encouraging others to make himself feel useful.
Allegiances: Eygor Mjok, Usqueans
Registered: Apr 24, 2024 15:20:58 GMT -5
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Post by Jarl Njal on May 4, 2024 19:13:08 GMT -5
Her silence meant that, from his perspective, the woman had just materialized as he got off his rock. Now, by what providence had another singing creature of high stature appeared by his side?
"And a beautiful one at that." He said under his breath. But he shook his head. No no no. He was no longer a spring hen. And besides, he'd lived a long life and had his fun. Better to leave the Usqueans to the younger men of his tribe. No, this meeting was clearly intended by the spirits to be something else.
One thing that fascinated Njal about the Usqueans was their love of song. It wasn't as boisterous or rooted in oration and history as that of the Eygor Mjok, but rather it was something subtle. Nearly every Usquean woman he had the pleasure of befriending had a habit of humming like this. The Usqueans had readily joined their forest procession not long ago as well, which lead to the creation of that sacred forest of theirs. However, he had not seen them initiate such an encounter. Their fondness of music was, like many things of women, a soft, gentle mystery.
But perhaps the spirits intended for Njal to learn something of it.
So, rather than spring his presence upon her, or even leave her alone, he decided to approach just a bit to make sure he was within earshot, and then stop. Then, pretending he hadn't actually seen her yet, he began singing again.
The words were not of the common tongue, but rather an ancient one unique to the Eygor Mjok. It started low, and climbed up, and went back down again, like waves. It was an inquisitive chant. And of course, it was loud and forceful. The old man had quite a set of lungs on him still. Not that Neris would understand it, but Njal was asking the ocean what plagued it, why was it wrathful some days and calm the next. He was asking the ocean if had scars which would not heal, which made it lash out at the land and sky spirits.
He knew of course that Neris would hear him, and when he had her attention, he would only give her a friendly smirk, and say nothing, only pausing enough to invite her to contribute to the sounds of the beach, if she wanted to of course.
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High Priestess Neris
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 27
Appearance: She is silver haired and blue eyed. She wears veils and white fabrics made from the materials woven by the Usque weavers. She stands 5'5"ish and is average in weight.
Equipment: Ceremonial Dagger
Wand
Coronet
Skills and Abilities: Healing (Mostly herbally)
Leading Worship to the Goddess Tyrryr
Cooking
Potion making
Orating
Biography: She was born in the same iteration of the Usque as Tana, and she showed up in the third wave of people.
She was named as High priestess after serving Tana with dedication during her time on Trinity Island.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue-Tied
Registered: Aug 15, 2023 22:45:00 GMT -5
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Post by High Priestess Neris on May 5, 2024 12:24:10 GMT -5
She did hear him, turning her head. Upon catching sight of the cheerful man, she tilted her head and gave a nod with a friendly smile. The priestess was distracted by him and did not see the shadow of a sea creature beneath the briny waves. She went down of a sudden when the fish slithered on behind her knees, a startled squeak sounding off. The fish was more frightened of her and bolted off as she struggled to catch her footing. She broke the surface after longer than comfortable, she gasped for breath as she came back into the air, rubbed the saline from her eyes, and gave a peel of song like laughter.
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Jarl Njal
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 67
Skills and Abilities: Njal has some skills as an eddic runelord. He is a jack of all trades who excels at teaching others. Like most Eygor Mjok he is skilled at navigating waters. He is quite strong and virile, though he is starting to show his age. He has an excellent singing voice and can project his voice quite loudly, which some people find obnoxious.
Biography: Jarl Njal is a bit of an oddity. He was elected to Jarl not because he was the best at anything, but rather because of his good looks (which have faded) and charisma (debatable). He had originally served as an entertainer and an instructor in singing and oration, and it was his popularity as such that won him the title of the leader of his people.
Regardless, he is not a *bad* leader. He has acquired a decent amount of wisdom and life experience by virtue of his position.
People will call him a cheerleader behind his back, since he has a bad habit of obnoxiously encouraging others to make himself feel useful.
Allegiances: Eygor Mjok, Usqueans
Registered: Apr 24, 2024 15:20:58 GMT -5
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Post by Jarl Njal on May 5, 2024 21:23:47 GMT -5
Jarl Njal was about to comment on what a beautiful smile she had (stop it) when the woman was abruptly dragged into the depths.
He groaned and rushed over to the woman. "Oh blast I'm... too old to be rescuing maidens from sea monsters." He arrived just in time to see her breach the water safely, and he was able to get a glimpse of the culprit too. A fish, perhaps an eel of some kind, was not exactly a foe worthy of song.
He chuckled and, if allowed, would gently take the priestess' hands to steady her footing and pull her out of the water a few steps. "Are you alright oh wise and mighty Usquean?"
Then he'd pick up the nearest rock and toss it at the fish. "Get back ye foul demon of the depths. With all my valor I shall defeat ye." He picked up another rock and tossed it.
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