Links
Chatbox
› hollow



 
HomeFAQSearchMemberlistUsergroupsRegisterLog in

Share|

› hollow

View previous topic View next topic Go down
AuthorMessage

avatar
Freyr Rigasson
Herra

PROFIELMessages : 84
Country : Belgium
RPG SHEET
Viking profile
Title :
Age : 16
Place of birth : Skagerrak

PostSubject: › hollow Fri Nov 17, 2017 8:45 pm



For the millionth time this afternoon, his training partner managed to hit him on an exposed part of his body. "Freyr!" He could hear his mentor shout, impatiently and annoyed. "Yes?" He asked, as polite as he possibly could. "If you can't focus, I don't want you on my training field", The older Viking said with a very stern tone in his voice. With a feeling of guilt, he nodded, not really having the energy to discuss the subject. He sheathed his sword and wrapped his shield around his shoulder. Quickly he shot an apologetic smile at his training partner and hurried off the field. He already felt bad, and now it was worse. He used his training to keep his mind occupied, so he wouldn’t think about his father too much.. But it hadn’t really helped and now he wasn’t even allowed to go on with his practise. It had been ten days since his father left with two of his warriors. To go on a hunt. They would only stay away for three days, but they still hadn’t returned. It was bothering his mother as well, and obviously that affected him.

Of course he was worried. Some people were still not quite happy with the way Rigas overthrew the previous earl. It was typical for him to think the worst, and he couldn’t get his mind of thinking someone had set up an ambush. His father was a fierce warrior, but if someone could surprise or outnumber him.. The boy quickly shook his head, in an attempt to get rid of the thoughts. He wandered through the village, where most people were preparing for winter. The crops were harvested, and now some stuff had to be processed, so it would be preservable throughout the winter. Freyr stopped for a minute and watched the bustle. When he was done with that, he was ready to go back to the great hall. Maybe he could ask his mother if he could go to the stables, as he didn’t want to disappear suddenly. That would only scare her more.

When he walked past some carts filled with hay, an older lady shuffled from between them and grabbed his arm. A bit disturbed he looked down, as she was a lot shorter than he was. "If you keep waiting, life will happen, and bad things will come to Skagerrak!" She said, looking at him with intense green eyes. Freyr frowned. ”What? What are you trying to say?” He asked, but the lady only cackled and scuffed off. ”Wait! What do you mean with your words!” He shouted, but when he ran around the carts, the lady had disappeared.

Confused and a bit scared, he hurried back to the great hall. He had some feeling in his gut that this was about his father. He had to talk to Gunnvor about this. When he entered the hall, it was more crowded than usual. The rumours about his father’s disappearance were spreading like wildfire. He found his mother in conversation with two shield maidens and a viking warrior. Luckily his mentor was nowhere to be seen, as he kind of expected him to come over and complain about his behaviour. He waited impatiently for Gunnvor to finish her conversation. ”Mother”, He then greeted her, with a little smile. ”Can we talk in private?” He then asked, kind of gesturing to the dining room with his head.

&Gunnvor

Back to top Go down
View user profile

avatar
Gunnvor Skaeringsdóttir
Countess

PROFIELMessages : 53
Country : Belgium
RPG SHEET
Viking profile
Title :
Age : 36 y/o
Place of birth : Skagen

PostSubject: Re: › hollow Sat Nov 18, 2017 3:17 pm

There's a little bit of devil in the way she looks

Her finger tapped the throne she was sitting on, nothing in her face radiated the concern she felt on the inside while she listened to one of the villagers. She was hardly listening, yet she caught words of what he was telling, how his neighbor destroyed his crops. Her distinct green eyes slowly shifted from the farmer to the empty seat aside her. Rigas was away for days now, much longer than he was planning on doing. How much faith she had in her husband, her stomach made her aware of other thoughts. ‘We will talk to your neighbor, see in which way we can set this right.’ She stated, slowly looking back to the farmer. He looked to Rigas his empty seat and Gunnvor tensed under that look, her flatten face looking at the farmer. He swallowed when he caught her looking and started nodding. People started to notice Rigas not being around and it worried her for what that could mean. ‘Thank you, Countess.’ He bowed, running off as fast as his feet could carry him. Gunnvor breathed out, looking to the shield maiden see had sitting around. Finally she just stood up and left the great hall.

The bed was an empty place, a room she was reminded of everything Rigas was, his smell, his clothes, everything. She lingered in the doorway, looking to the emptiness of that small room. People would start to talk, if it wasn’t now it would be tomorrow. Gunnvor didn’t showed anything but doubt was tearing her apart from the inside as days kept passing without him returning from his trip. He went with two of his men and nobody returned, not a horse, not a man, nobody. At in a way that threw a major shadow over Skagerrak, everybody asking the same, where was Rigas.

When she returned to the great hall everything was still the same, that tensing, that doubt. She called two of her shield maidens towards her when she saw Freyr walking in. She looked to him for a moment, before returning to her conversation. ‘Scout, one day, tops two, if you don’t find anything you come back.’ She instructed them. They both bow and left the great hall. Gunnvor looked at them leaving, looking aside to her son when he asked for her attention. She tried to relax a little, pulling up a loving smile while she stepped away from her place towards him. She laid her hand softly under his chin, greeting him with this tender gesture before walking him towards the dining room. ‘Out.’ She commanded the thralls who were setting a table, three plates, three seats. She turned around, looking at them leaving before she dropped her guard and looked towards Freyr. If she was this concerned, how would it be for him? ‘How are you doing?’ She asked carefully. He was the only thing that was still left to keep her saint, he was her son, her life, they needed each other more than anything else right now.

Back to top Go down
View user profile

avatar
Freyr Rigasson
Herra

PROFIELMessages : 84
Country : Belgium
RPG SHEET
Viking profile
Title :
Age : 16
Place of birth : Skagerrak

PostSubject: Re: › hollow Sat Nov 18, 2017 10:54 pm



While he was waiting for his mother to finish her business, he tried to recall the worrying encounter with the old lady again. It didn’t matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember her face. It was as if he had never seen her before, and wouldn’t be able to pick her out of a line if he had to. Which was weird, as his memory was quite powerful. It was something he was rather proud of. He loved to observe people, or events, and made it some kind of game to remember as much as possible. He was always impressed by his own brain, and liked to push it to its limit. But now, his memory was failing him. In such an important matter. Could it be that this woman put a spell on him? No, that was insane. Only the Gods could use magic, that was common knowledge. Maybe he was just too distracted by her words. The message was cryptic, and if it hadn’t been such a weird timing, he would’ve probably shaken it off right away. But now, the words echoed through his mind. Bad things will come to Skagerrak.

Of course they were waiting for Rigas to return though. He didn’t even want to think about the fact that he might not come back. He belonged in Skagerrak, on his throne. For now Gunnvor was taking care of business, but they both needed him. When she was done, she greeted him with a soft touch of her hand, and his smile broadened a bit. He followed her to the dining hall, where some thralls were already setting up the table for dinner. ‘Out.’ She commanded them, authoritarian as always. When she was in public, she maintained this perfectly crafted mask. When they were alone, she immediately softened her demeanour. She turned to him, her gaze concerned. ‘How are you doing?’ She asked. Freyr took a sharp breath. ”I don’t know, to be honest”, He admitted softly. He walked over to his chair and sat down, his arms crossed on the table in front of him.

”I got kicked out of training today”, He then said, looking up with his eyes full of shame and regret. It hadn’t been his smartest move. He might have insulted his mentor. ”I couldn’t focus, and suddenly everything I did was going wrong”, He continued. He decided not to mention the old lady right away. He inspected his mother’s face for a second. Now she was more relaxed, he could see she was tired. In front of the villagers, she managed to keep up her walls. She didn’t show any sign of weakness, like he had done today. Pretended like everything was fine and she wasn’t bothered. But he knew better. ”Did you get any sleep last night?” He asked, also a bit worried about her. He loved her dearly, and he didn’t want her to feel broken or alone. If there was anything he could do, he hoped she would tell him, because he would go to the end of the world if she needed him to.

Back to top Go down
View user profile

avatar
Gunnvor Skaeringsdóttir
Countess

PROFIELMessages : 53
Country : Belgium
RPG SHEET
Viking profile
Title :
Age : 36 y/o
Place of birth : Skagen

PostSubject: Re: › hollow Mon Nov 20, 2017 2:25 pm

There's a little bit of devil in the way she looks

She was trying on leaving everything as naturel as possible. But just as she felt lost some of the men and women did to. The thralls started doubting how many plates they needed to place, the warriors started to ask themselves if they needed to work further with the tasks Rigas gave them. They weren’t to blame, it was a feeling everybody close to Rigas needed to go through. But it was especially a feeling she and Freyr needed to go through. She tried on keeping an eye on Freyr without him noticing it. She didn’t wanted to unbalance him even further by being too much around. But as a mother she couldn’t help herself on protecting her only son. What if Rigas was captured? What if they would come for her or Freyr. So many scenarios and Gunnvor treated each one of them with her ice cold judgement. She wanted to be ready, for whatever would come but more than anything she wanted to see her husband walk into that door any moment. But every time she looked up he wasn’t there.

Freyr kept waiting for her to give orders before she turned towards him. Just as she was good at keeping her emotions in public, he was to. But not for each other. She could read his pain as much as he could read hers. She scared the thralls away that were in the dining room before she turned back to him with the one question she always hoped to get a positive answer on … but it wasn’t. She saw his doubt and she signed, looking down to the table ready for three. She didn’t know either.

Her eyes followed him to the table, how he sat down and leaned over the table, admitting he got kicked out of training. Gunnvor walked around the table, sitting on the edge just aside where he sat. But he looked so ashamed, regretting that he did. ‘A good warrior fights without mercy but gives in on the right times. You’re not a bad fighter because you care, because you are worried Freyr, if so I would be a bad shield maiden to.’ She answered on the look he just threw. She laid her hand on his elbow, looking him in the eyes, letting him study the look in hers. With his questions she looked away, forcing a smile on her lips. ‘Not really.’ She admitted, not in any way wanting to lie to him, certainly not now. ‘It’s empty, cold. I’m sitting way more on that damn throne overthinking options then sleeping.’ She muttered for her own, squeezing his arm again before pulling back. ‘The gods will give us something, if it isn’t today it will be some other day.’ She followed, believing in the gods. Maybe she needed to make a sacrifices for Rigas, praying on his safe return.

Back to top Go down
View user profile

avatar
Freyr Rigasson
Herra

PROFIELMessages : 84
Country : Belgium
RPG SHEET
Viking profile
Title :
Age : 16
Place of birth : Skagerrak

PostSubject: Re: › hollow Tue Nov 21, 2017 12:14 am



Until his training earlier, he had been quite able to keep it together. Keeping up his daily schedule, as his father would expect from him if he was around. Of course he did it for his mother as well, and for himself. If they acted normal, it might feel like he was still around. There was still the chance that he would come home any time soon now. With a story of how they got trapped by a bear in a cave, or something like that. The thinking track where he got hurt or killed, was to be avoided. He didn’t want to make himself down by thinking about it. It would probably leave him not capable of leaving his bed in the morning. And that would be bad. His mother counted on him, to continue his training and to help her out whenever he could. That’s why he felt so bad about being kicked out of training. It was hard to admit, but he didn’t want to lie to her either. Her judgement was also important to him.

So when she gave her opinion on the matter, he felt relieved. ”Of course you are not a bad shield maiden. You’re the fiercest warrior in Scandinavia”, He said, and although he chuckled, he really meant it. He knew how over protective she could be over him and Rigas. He hadn’t been on a battlefield himself, he could imagine how she was a raging storm if someone came too close to her husband. He would bet she didn’t leave his side for a second, protecting him, even though that was probably not even necessary. Being separated from him had to be very hard for her. So naturally, he was worried about her as well, even though she was his mother. ‘Not really.’ She replied to his question. ‘It’s empty, cold. I’m sitting way more on that damn throne overthinking options then sleeping.’ She softly said. With a little squeeze in his arm she pulled her hand back.

‘The gods will give us something, if it isn’t today it will be some other day.’ She continued. This was the perfect opportunity to tell her about the old woman. ”Well, actually, I think they might have done that today?” He started, contemplating about how he had to share the information. ”When I was walking back, I made a stop at the market. There was some old lady I have never seen before who grabbed me by my wrist and told me something very vague. And she didn’t want to explain and when I ran after her, she was suddenly gone”, He continued. It was still an experience he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around. Who even was this woman and where had she gone? Nobody could literally go up in thin air.

Back to top Go down
View user profile


Sponsored content

PROFIEL
RPG SHEET

PostSubject: Re: › hollow

Back to top Go down
› hollow
View previous topic View next topic Back to top
Page 1 of 1
Similar topics
-
» Hollow Classifications
» Hollow and Sinner Hierarchy
» Hollow Powers
» Sister Site - Bleach: Feeling Hollow
» Hollow Guide For Dummies

Permissions in this forum:You cannot reply to topics in this forum
Ragnarok :: Scandinavia :: Skagerrak :: Inside the village :: Manor :: Dining room-
Jump to: