I am a Peasant.

As long as I can remember, I was born to tend to the harsh and cold njordic lands. My two fathers guided my hand to work, taught me to calm animals, to feel the winds for the telltale signs of winter.

I am a Mage.

I was her sixth student and as I laid on the ground, ears ringing, the deed was done. With my stubborn discipline alone I could fortify the town from the waves of illness that plague us smaller folk. My hands guided to more work, as I could further help my community.

I am a Thrall.

I endure the pains of the Hollowsong, and when I can, I help the others with their pains. In secret I study the diseases that afflict them, giving myself hope that with the ability to bend diseases I can curse our captors and then no one else will need to suffer their games.

I am a Weapon.

I succeeded in advancing my wyrdness, but I failed in remaining plain and simple to these wicked people. My hands forced to work as I disease each community I touch. This part of my story I had hoped would be short lived, but was actually years on my soul.

I am a Mother, a Sister, and a Daughter.

Ura, Jorg, and Ormhildr walk with me as the lone 4 survivors. The escape came at a cost but the reward of freedom tasted heavenly. I braid Ura’s hair as my fathers did for me, my chosen daughter. I sit in silence and listen to Jorg as her lash outs from her anger and inner demons haunt her, my chosen sister. I share stories and ensure that Ormhildr, a man punished for my actions, is forever taken care of in his fragile and old state, my chosen guardian.

I am a Blood Eagle.

I have been accepted into a new clan. They do not ask for explanations of what has led me to them. I sit at convocation now and wonder how Benalus would save me, so far I have been saving myself.

I am in Runehiem.

A town that has so much life to it, so much struggle to it, so much possibility for community. They are weak in the celebration and traditions of folkwise. Brother Vernon and Lief struggle to maintain the darkness that continues to creep and challenge us njords. The Temptest and Ragnar are two people on the same coin, branded men who fight so hard and so differently as true njords. The place is so colorful and I finally can breath freely. My journey for the balance of all I have done begins. I will aid in building up a community and hope to feel the forgiveness heal my past.

I am one of the 3Ms

Dr. Hiemir and Tora are just like me. In fact they bring out the better parts of me. I forget who I was with them and I find my bond towards them growing. Our adventures to a world of the fae to save my daughter led to us living what felt like 100 years together. We cheered our brewed drinks together in a Cullers den and all sprouted wings and tears of darkness stained our faces. We hid together, we cried together, we cackled together, and as time moved forward they are what healed my heart. Against all odds we did as much as we could for this town. The Medic, the Mechanic, and the Mage.

I am a Mentor

Sygrun and Clemens are very established and accomplished mages and I find that when I’m around them I am lacking but they still ask for my perspective. Because of their assistance and support to build me up as a mage I was able to teach Sylvester. He is so similar to myself but he will be much stronger than I ever was.

I faced my Enemy.

Marzana found me. We both have changed so much. Yet we are still very much the same. She runs a game and I play it. The town feared what she was and what she wanted from me. Yet it was only a few who asked. The gothics and church feared the association of a Heretic and their soul. They didnt ask, so I didnt tell. Alu or me.

I suffered a Heretic to live.

A town in which I helped, turned when one of ours was taken. The town succeeded when Marzana could not. Yet when asked to still help, in my despair I could not say no, not to the community I have bonded with. I do not fault them as much as I wished to, they were scared and so was I. He was my best friend and he did so much for Runehiem. Tora and Dr. Hiemir together were who challenged me to be me, they became the warm hearth in my home.

In the end, I sit here writing all of this for little reason. Marzana looms in a way I like, Dr. Hiemir is alive and I get to see his smile, Runheim does not need to worry about suffering us ‘heretics’ to live, at least not for a little while. Finally I made my choice and its finally as much for me as it is for the community I loved.

I am Java.