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It was just another day for Audhild at Thorpe. It was getting close to winter and she could feel it in the air. It was starting to get cold and bitter and soon there would be drifts of snow falling down. Audhild was a farmer and a warrior. However, it was increasingly hard to grow crops in Scandinavia as most of the time it was too cold to do so and not to mention the soil was of poor quality.


She had nothing much to do as food had already been put in storage for the winter and the grain stores and been filled too. Audhild walked over to the training ground where there were a few posts stuck in the ground so you could practice striking. Of course, it was much better to practice with someone else. With her axe, she began to take swings at the post, wanting to improve her skill for the raids next year.
 
Hulda had been lucky enough to catch a trader caravan on its last trip out before the snow would make roads impassible. She didn't know exactly where it was going, but anything was a far sight better than where she had just been. It was a wretched pit of a village and its people full of contempt with not a generous bone in the lot of them. She had lost her temper at least once and told them that the gods would turn away from them and leave their fate to the spiteful winds. That had left everyone in a sour mood, Hulda especially, and she took the first chance she could get to leave it behind - as she always did when circumstances became unfavorable.


She wandered from the market into town - Thorpe, she recalled the driver saying. It seemed quiet and still, though she knew the atmosphere would not last long. Word would surely spread of a seer's arrival, and were the people of this town wiser than the last, doors would be open to her by nightfall.
 
This early morning in Thorpe was filled with the clang of hammer against sizzling metal. Einarr was behind on his last order, working through the night to try an make up for the lost time he has wasted drinking the day before. Poor Astrid had gotten little sleep, her soft blue eyes hanging low as she watched Einarr swing the hammer yet again at the nearly complete sword. Word spreads fast in Thorpe and Einarr had heard news of a caravan making entry into town. Whispers of a seer riding on the caravan had also seemed to be true. Einarr was always very loyal to the gods and to those that have a deep connection with them, as he himself does. He was hoping to meet this seer, possibly offer them safe sleep and food, though he was unsure if they were worth his time.


At long last the sword had finally been completed, Astrid could finally get some shuteye, and would most likely sleep a large portion of the day. But Einarr would not be spending time wasting away in sleep, he had friends to laugh with and ale to drink. Perhaps he would meet a new friend, for his loyalty and kindest is wide spread. Though he had wished for a sparing partner, it has seemed like ages since he had swung the hilt of a sword or heard the clang of his shield.
 
Auley watched the river, there wouldn't be any fish but he had nothing else to do so he may as well look out for any. Maybe he'd go and practice with his bow, probably more productive than watching an empty river for fish. He picked up his bow and a few arrows and started making his way over to the training grounds.
 
Kaia had them all wrapped around her finger. Kaia had just done a prayer for a sickly farmer, praying to the gods, she had knelt down by the man, and brushed his sweaty hair with her fingers as she prayed. They soon left afterwards, the wife of the sick farmer, was grateful, and paid a nicely amount of charity.


Kaia stood in the temple, the main temple in the town, Thorpe. She had many of the men wrapped around her finger, and many were her Eyes. The ones that collected information. She held the information, and only the smart ones in Thorpe knew that. She was quite respected in this town, many believed her to be the beautiful priestess. Idiots.


The doors of the temple swung open, closing shut quickly from the cold air. A man, one of her eyes strode up to her. And whispered into her her ear "A caravan has just entered town, some say a seer is in it." Kaia smirked, twirling a strand of her hair. Mmm, thank you." Kaia replied with an amused smirk, and purred tone. The man nodded and ran away, back out into Thorpe. The doors the only noise that echoed through the temple.
 
It wasn't long before everyone was talking and whispering about a seer that had been seen entering the village. At this, Audhild stopped training and wiped the sweat off her brow. She walked over to the temple to give thanks to the Gods for this.


Audhild opened the door to the temple and greeted Kaia before walking over to the statue of Odin. She put her hands onto it, closing her eyes. Then she spoke in her head to him. "Thank you for this Odin. Let this be a sign and a positive outlook for Thorpe."


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Hulda made her way through town, keeping the wind at her back as a chill breeze swept through. When the air settled, she looked up to see the temple loom in front of her. She tapped the end of her staff on the threshold of the door before placing a hand on the wooden frame to feel its texture. She looked around the interior at the shrines and statues, but also noticed two figures therein. She regarded them each with a silent nod as she stepped further in, treading softly in the overwhelming presence such temples seemed to hold.


@Calcifer


@DarknessSpirit
 
At the sound of the door opening, she finished praying and turned her head to see whom it was. At first glance, the woman looked like a seer and she smiled. Audhild walked closer to her. "Welcome to Thorpe. I hope your journey was well." She said, then looking over to the priestess and back at the seer. "It has been a while since we have a seen a person of such talents held by you."


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Auley walked through the street towards the training ground, everyone was talking about some seer who had come to the village. He didn't care, he had long ago accepted that the gods wanted nothing but misfortune for him, luck was never on his side and when it was it was short lived. Clearly the gods didn't like him. He continued towards the training ground.
 
Snorri waved the reins of his carriage, enticing the horses to move slightly faster. He had been on the road for days already, and wished for some warm food and a better bed. He was growing soft, he knew it, years earlier, salted meat, dry vegetables and sleeping in the ground were part of his almost daily life. But that had been more than a few years ago, and now he was old... Was it a sin to ask for some comfort by the end of one's life? He had fought, loved, and multiplied. He didn't have much more time in Midgaard, and ancestors would call him to join the feast soon enough. At least so he hoped.


He wrapped himself in the fur of wolves and thick wool to keep those old bones warm, looking like a bundle of grey, white, and the red of his beard and hair sticking out of it all. He saw the village rise in front of his eyes, which brought a smile to his old and familiar face. The once savage and furious expression on his face had softened with age, and he now looked more like someone's favourite uncle than a fierce combatant.


He pulled on the reins, as the carriage slowly came to a stop, and he came down, to unload the goods he carried to sell.
 
Björn sat on his throne with an ale-horn filled with ale in his hand. Merriment and the scent of mead filled the hall, it was the Fall solstice and it was traditional to do a celebration on any solstice. As always, Björn listened and paid attention to everyone's conversations and actions. Most men were talking about how many women they bedded and how much mead they could drink in one sitting. The women were talking about their husbands and life on a farm. Björn still needed a wife, he was still young quite young for an Earl but should have been married by now.
 
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