Unti Family/Nerta/A6S3

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Knight Pauses David Wierbiki, the player of Bergelmir Crownguard, has paused him for an indefinite period. Due to pausing, he loses the following: His unit, "Roaring Rangers", is set up as a local militia unit in Agyr. He is removed as Judge. He vacates his estate in Fronepu
Appointed as Judge You have been appointed as Judge of your realm. Please read the Government Description carefully to familiarise yourself with your new responsibilities.
Report from Aibhlidhn Dubhaine Message sent to Message to everyone in Ar Agyr I've long wanted an excuse to elevate Lady Nerta to rank befitting her contribution to the realm and as my good friend Lord Bergelmir is taking time away from public life this seems the ideal opportunity. Aibhlidhn Dubhaine (Queen of Ar Agyr)
Letter from Soren Navaar Message sent to Personal message to Nerta Congratulations. I'm sure you love the title. The included pictures are a simple one of a celebration, and one of Soren smirking and rolling his eyes. Soren Navaar (Count of Seven Rivers)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr The quartet returning to the Shieldborn Manse look far worse for wear after so many hours trudging through the Blackjaw's Conquest. The Count of Seven Rivers was bandaged with the crude remains of some clothing, while his cloak was draped across Nerta who was mostly dressed in mud. Yet there were more surprises in store because waiting in camp is a messenger with a very fancy scroll. Being his region, Soren moved to take the missive, but the messenger sniffs and pulls it away before offering it to Nerta. Her grubby hands crunching the paper, she scowls and passes it to Soren. Reading through it quickly, his laughter bubbles up regardless of the pain, doubly so when Nerta forgoes her usual scowl for surprise. Collecting himself only after she gives him a hard shove, he clears his throat and passes the letter back. "It seems you got a promotion, Judge of Ar Agyr..." His grin is matched only by her look of horror. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr Fronepu. Tavern near the courthouse. One week later. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" "You're being ridiculous." "I'm not going in there." "You don't have to do anything. I'll handle it all." "Which leaves me jailed in a room while you dictate to scribes. Your first prisoner." "Oh yes. How dreadful it is to be isolated and trapped from all you held dear..." "Shut up, Old Man." The animated argument between the cloaked woman and the spectral reflection had been going on for most of the morning. Or realistically, every day since the Queen issued her proclamation making Nerta Judge. The Senex and the Weaver rarely saw eye to eye, but this new office sharpened the divide. Duty against independence. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Soren Navaar Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr The tavern sounded lively, but Soren's scribes had assured him this was where Nerta would be found, as she had been. The tavern was still mostly empty in the morning hours, but a low fire was still burning to chase out a late autumn chill. It didn't take long to find Nerta. He could hear her before he found her in the corner, arguing with the window, and once he swore her drink before he realized the reflection was trying to get her to work. The Judge had been missing since appointed, and it did not take long for the Count to figure out why. "If it isn't my favorite Nerta," he interrupted as he approached, a large bundle of fur in one hand. He didn't ask to join her, but instead pressed the bundle into her lap and pulled up the chair beside her. "I had the wolf collected and skinned," he explained. "There's more pelt if you want it, but you at least deserved a new cloak, after all the weather is getting colder," he explained, knowing winter would be on them soon enough. A glance at the window and he saw the familiar reflection of Nerta's tormentor. He hadn't thought about it before, but he was probably aware of the aftermath of the fight with the wolf. Not that it made a huge difference, but he couldn't help wondering if he would have approved or not. Waving over a drink and a refill for the priestess, Soren put one elbow on the table and rested his face in his hand as he looked at her. "Trouble with the new job? I guess it doesn't help that the world needs saving," he thought aloud. Slipping one hand under the table he put a hand on hers. "The offer to help still stands, even now, to get things going." Soren Navaar (Count of Seven Rivers)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr Buried under a mountain of fur by the generous Soren, Nerta slowly unburies herself, giving the shade in the window time to address the bard.  "Hello lad. I see your arm's healed up nicely. I imagine the temple in Seven Rivers was happy to provide their lord with an Elixir." The ghostly figure made a show of sitting in the empty chair, or at least floating in a rough approximation. Stroking the salted beard with one hand, those violet eyes flicker and he continues. "Hopefully you can talk some sense into her. After all, these are barbarians. We'll be able to hammer out a legal code in a couple hours."  "I... bloody, wolf..." finally free, Nerta huffs aside a stray hair and stabs a finger at the empty seat, "I don't care how easy it is! Judge is not..."  Nerta pauses the irritated rant at the feel of Soren taking a hand. Turning toward him she sniffs and gestures at the hide. "Thanks. I... don't have a lot of practice with tanning, but I'm sure I can figure something out." Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Soren Navaar Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr Soren grins at Nerta, "I'd expect little else from a weaver rather than a tanner," he laughed. "There's enough for a cloak and some to sleep in if you need extra furs. You can always take it somewhere and send me the bill," he tells her before turning his attention to the sort of empty seat. "I assume she's still living in the temples and donating her money toward the church," he tells the Old Man. "And while it may not be any of my business," he adds, directing it toward Nerta now. "I do have some interest in keeping you alive," he tells her. "Like it or not, I'd like to try to give you the option of a place you can return to from time to time." Taking a sip from his drink, he couldn't help chuckling at the drunken festivities she'd met him at before. "Gotta admit this is better than a tent during a takeover, right?" he asks innocently enough, hoping Nerta would open up. Soren Navaar (Count of Seven Rivers)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr Nerta shrugs with a harrumph. "Nothing wrong with a tent, if the company is fine, and you're far more lively than my usual company." The spectre rolls his eyes at the jest and interjects. "Soren, she usually camps under the stars and gives all her coin to the plebeians. Even your charms can't take the wilds out of the Foederati." Nerta eyes the ghost. "He didn't complain last time..." The shade mutters. "Doubt he was able." "...But, speaking of the wilds. The Vernal Equinox is fast approaching and the temple even agreed to the Festival of Lights." The woman glances out the window at the snowy street. "I've not attended in a long while, it'll be nice. And... we could match. Purple like the Eternal Flame? Crimson like your blade?..." Pausing she leans forward. "Actually what is that blade?" Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Soren Navaar Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr Soren catches Nerta's hand in his, not that it does anything to stop her other fingers from jabbing him. "Keep that up, and we'll have to leave Aldo to pay the bill," he says, flashing an impish grin. After a sharing a contemplating look with the weaver he glanced in Aldo's direction. "I'm fine. Weirdly so, but fine. It has to do with the blade's history. What I could learn any-" He rolled his eyes and released Nerta's hand to jab her back, but she caught his hand this time and got him once again. "Cheater," he teased, squeezing his arm around her and ending the game for the moment. "My grandfather's grandfather was... obsessed with killing daimons," he began. "He dragged this sword through two invasions bent on a path to freeing humanity. He challenged Overlord to a fight even. Luckily he was ignored or I might not be here today. Supposedly after he retired from the nobility, he reappeared as an adventurer from time to time and knew very little peace. He eventually couldn't fight any longer and passed the sword to my grandfather. This is the most accurate account that I have. My grandfather once told me that although the blade looks like this now, it was a white steel blade for a time. He took it through the sixth invasion where it slowly ate at his mind. He said it was like a constant weight that would crush him. My grandmother Ameria supported him through the invasion. If it weren't for her, he probably wouldn't have survived to the battle in Reeds where the portal stones were used to drive the daimons out of the city. He said after that, the sword was different, like a normal weapon, just sharper, deadlier than usual." Soren paused to glance down at the sword. "It looks like this now, but I've never felt anything like what was described by him. I just like to keep it on hand because I don't want to deal with the consequences if someone found it lying around." He didn't want to speculate on whether the blade was actually purified in the portal years ago. The answer from these two was bound to be highly unlikely. "There's probably some greater purpose to it all that an ignorant sheep such as myself is not privy to, but it's useful in a fight to say the least." Soren Navaar (Count of Seven Rivers)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr Soren's retort earned one of those rare smiles from the usually sour woman, though her response is lost in the swirl of music and laughter in the tavern. He did get her to stop needling him, at least for a few minutes. The spectral chaperon hardly seems worried by their antics, but then he'd been encouraging Soren for some time. The mention of daimons is greeted with far less enthusiasm. It reminds the Old Man of how far things had fallen, and how much there is to do. Stroking his beard, he considers the beams of sunlight that dance across the table. "Daimons are broken creatures, and attract broken men. But they are generally poor in craft. Thus though that blade was wielded by a daimon, I doubt it was made by one. The pronouncement earns a puzzled look and a scowl from Nerta, leaving the ghost to sigh. "Come now, Dragons are beings of power and nature, thus their weapons are as nature gave them. Forging is a tool of humanity, something the broken shards must rely on, though it galls them. Either this sword was forged by a shattered servant, the echoes that linger in their stolen bodies, or something far older corrupted by the rage that consumes the daimons. I'm not sure which is more dangerous." Nerta's sigh is long suffering. "Why is nothing ever simple? It's not just a daimon blade, it could be something worse?" Waving a hand at the ghost, the woman jabs Soren hard in the belly. "I don't care, and we're not doing this now. We have a festival to plan and you're going to help me write up a Crystal Cursed letter to the queen about hosting a tournament." Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Soren Navaar Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr "We're planning the festival now?" Soren asks with a grin, trying not to dwell on whatever the weapon he had might actually be. "Alright, but then we have to do something about Judge Nerta's disappearance from her duties." Casting a glance over at Aldo, Soren let out a long sigh. "I guess that's going to be me too." At least in his own research he'd made a light study of old Melhed's legal code. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard. That was wishful thinking at best. As he looks at her, he can see the pained reluctance at the thought of doing legal work. "We can't leave Ar Agyr in limbo forever," he says attempting another jab at her. If she was going to start this again... "I'm sure we can figure something out together." Pulling away from her, Soren finally stands and offers her a hand up. "The sooner we do this, the sooner Aldo will leave you alone about it, you know." Soren Navaar (Count of Seven Rivers)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr Nerta groans and slumps against the man as he reminds her of work. "Judge... by the Gods." The nightmarish image of being buried under scrolls and letters is so distracting, Soren manages to needle the woman twice before she even tries to mount a defense. For his part, the old ghost merely smiles and clears his throat. "Though I admire your enthusiasm Soren, these are barbarians. They'd not be able to handle the the legal code of the Republic. If the irritated lass would listen for five minutes: I figure we'd begin with the old Imperial code from when I was young." The woman's scowl is broken by a furrowed brow. "You were young once? That... seems more unbelievable than anything else." The ghost runs a hand through his salt and pepper beard and glances between the pair. "Let's say, young and old at the same time. Come on then, to the court and I'll tell you what to write." Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Katalynfae Dragul
Request from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Welcome Katalynfae, Here for the monster killing or had sent else caught your eye? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Personal Message to Nerta Unti My Lady Senex, The veiled Lady of Obia has grown cold and only wished my coin. As a young girl on Dwilight, my grandmother told me of gods older than the lands. So, I chose to see if Granny was telling true tales, not just stories to entertain her small grand daughter. I had spoken to your priest in Kell and was intrigued by the opportunity to follow different paths within this faith. We did not have the opportunity to speak long, because evidently, I earned the hatred of the Reven's perverted religion by tearing down their temple. And now they attack us. I look forward to learning more of The Old Gods to know where I would like to serve, Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods I am afraid that you have things exactly backwards. Given your background I'm not surprised. You do not serve the faith, it serves you. I imagine Balin spoke of the Gods, at least in passing. Did anything about that peak your curiosity? Then again you said you felt a calling to try something different, what does that look like to you? We have answers, but do you have the questions for our answers? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Personal Message to Nerta Unti Thank you all for the warm welcome. There are two that seem to be striving to get my attention. The Ice Queen and the Mist Walker. They call to the two different sides of me. At the suggestion of Priestess Nerti, as soon as this infernal war with Reven is done, I will undertake a quest to determine which I will follow most closely. For now can we leave the temple opem to any of the Old Gods who wish to occupy it for a time? Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Fate vs Fortune is a challenging line to walk. Hopefully the Gods are patient as you handle mundane matters. I'd not be surprised if they start to intrude one way or another. I leave piles of bricks to Balin, that's his specialty. I think only the temple in Vore was dedicated in full, or was it Pomatim? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Balin De Chaol Ghleann Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods I believe the temple in Bessimir was dedicated to the Wolf Lord, or at least near to it. I think he approved of that, as the last time Nerta and I were there, dispatching the undead, wolves showed up to carve a path for us to that undead big piles of bones that was leading that particular horde. Rather timely they came too. I still have scars from claws of the undead. Balin De Chaol Ghleann (Duke of Vatrona, Guardian of the Old Gods)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods You had good shield work, Balin, but the champion's black blade was hideous. Between that and being thrown in the jail of Vore I didn't fully heal for at least a month. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Priest Balin, There is 250 in gold in the treasury here. It will be my pleasure to see the temple grow. Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods You say that now, Katalynfae, but piles of rocks are very expensive... Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Lady Nerta, An infiltrator from Reven who tried to assassinate my Emperor has provided the funds for the temple. I plan to put his gold to good use. Does that make me mre like the Trickster? Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Strong taking what they want could be the Wolf Lord. Or the Ice Queen could have decided it was his fate to pay. And matters of infiltration usually involve the Masked One. To be the Trickster you'd probably have set up some ploy, farce or game where the would be assassin would give up the coin willingly. But really I've seen nearly any twist on things. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Balin De Chaol Ghleann Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods That should be enough gold. I'll direct the masons to start building an addition to the church. Should more assassins wish to donate their coin to the church, I'd be happy to purchase more piles of stone with it. Balin De Chaol Ghleann (Duke of Vatrona, Guardian of the Old Gods)
Roleplay from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods KatalynFae had worked for hours alongside her men and local peasants clearing away the debris from the Reven temple she had ordered to be torn down upon her appointment as the Lady of Kell. She smiled to herself, all tiredness and sore muscles forgotten for the moment, as she remembered the stories of her late husband Jon Paul. He claimed his father, Kell, had been the first Lord of these lands and had named it for himself. Now she truly was the ”Lady of Kell”. Jon Paul would be pleased. She was brought out of her musings with an excited cry from a group of women in the far corner of the ruins. She looked and one of them was waving what looked like a scroll in the air. The Lady of Kell sent her trusted aide Phelan to retrieve the scroll with a shiny silver coin to the woman who had found the scroll. The woman bowed to KatalynFae, with a huge smile on her face, speaking blessings on her new Lady. KatalynFae instructed Phelan to place the scroll on her desk in the manor and continued working with them all to clear the rubble and search for more treasures. In what seemed like moments, another cry arose from the corner of the ruins. This time KatalynFae went herself to discover the source of the excitement. Climbing over the jagged floor with loose stones and fallen wooden beams. The Lady finally reached the corner. Standing there were two beings who were definitely not like any peasants the Lady had ever seen. The female was pale and shimmering like ice crystals in the sun. The male was dark and shrouded with a sly smile and twinkling eyes. KatalynFae immediately dropped to her knees, her head bowed. “Welcome you of the Old Gods! I am honored by your presence.” The woman flashed a dazzling smile and tossed a handful of ice crystals in front of KatalynFae. “What do you see?” the Ice Queen asked. “I see the runes of the lands of my birth” KatalynFae replied. “Can you read what they say?” asked the pale goddess. “The runes say “The Old Gods of Beluaterra are the true masters of the land, holding absolute dominion over every rock, tree, and beast. There is still hope, the Followers of the Old Gods know that Humanity can earn the love of the Old Gods.” The shrouded man took KatalynFae’s hand and raised her to her feet. “So, you have learned what confounds most of those who live in this land. All religions have been founded to please their understanding of the Old Gods.” He continued “But this day you must choose, which of the Old Gods will be your Patron?” “I am only ever a warrior out of necessity. I would much prefer to spend my time buried in the books and scrolls of the library. I am considered old by some but am not ready yet to meet the Dark Mistress. If I choose one of you, can I never seek council of the others?” KatalynFae responded. “The Old Gods know that humanity can evolve, and their needs, goals, and desires change. You must choose now the one who best meets these in the present. The future will worry about itself.” Those eyes twinkled again. The Lady was silent in thought for a moment. “I must choose the Ice Queen, though I am sincerely tempted to choose you, Mist Walker” she finally said. Both of the Gods smiled and then faded into vapor. Phelan was at her side, “My Lady, are you alright? The peasants say that you fainted, do you need aid?” “No, all Is well.” The Lady rose with a smile and went directly to the place in the corner where all of the scrolls lay hidden. She merely smiled as Phelan bent to retrieve the scrolls for her. Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods What must I do to dedicate the temple in Kell to the Ice Queen? I am currently using my free time to translate the ancient scrolls found in the ruins of the old temple. I shall send my results to the elders for confirmation and then they can be shared as the priests and elders wish. In Her frozen embrace, Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods I'm not sure I can tell you Katalynfae. The Ice Queen is a mysterious one. The Seer of Time might send a blizzard your way, or maybe you could consecrate the ground with the blood of a fae champion. No doubt Fate will show you the path in short order.  Maybe ask the wider community, see if any have have an idea? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Cali
Letter from Cali Gryndor Message sent to Message to everyone all priests of the Old Gods I am sending this to all of you... (Personal message to Cali Gryndor) Lady Cali Gryndor, Are you a member of any religious organizations or are you a pagan? In service to the Holy Mother, Sir Justin Foote Knight of Keffa (Personal message to Justin Foote) I am a pagan Lady Cali Gryndor Dame of Djembe Personal message to Cali Gryndor) Lady Cryndor, I see. Well, as you likely know, the region of Djembe is a part of the Holy Lands and the Duchy of the Sacred Obia'Syela. This places the area and its people within the domain of the One True Faith: the Heralds of Obeah. I would love to see you become a member of our Holy Order. What level of interest do you have in the Holy Order? If necessary, I can inform you more about the One True Faith. You need but ask. In service of the Holy Mother, Sir Justin Foote Knight of Keffa I am sending this to all of you in our order because I feel you should know about this so called other order feels the need to try to push me into their order or at least try persuade me to join their order. I have not yet answer this Sir Justin's second letter to me. I am not really sure how to respond to Sir Justin's second letter as he is calming my family's home region belongs to their order when my family and I have always followed and worship the ways of the old gods for many generations in Djembe our home region. Cali Gryndor (Dame of Djembe)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Personal message to Cali Gryndor To earn the submission of the Heralds, Irondale promised them sanctuary within their old borders. Protection for their fading faith. This Herald is concerned that you will shatter that tenuous protection. Or perhaps they hope you might revitalize their flame. Our ways are as old as the land itself. The religions that came from across the sea perch upon the rocks of Beluaterra only to be washed away with the tide. There are times when people have sworn fealty to these orders, but it is a momentary dream to the natural order of things. If this order interests you, by all means, explore their lore or even join it. I would still welcome you in our halls. But if you are satisfied with exploring our mysteries and ways, you can ignore the Heralds. As we have for the dozens of other foreign faiths that have come and gone over the years. It is your path to walk, but I will guide you as I am able. What interests you? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Cali Gryndor Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin I see. Well I have chosen my path of the old gods and shall continue to follow them as they have been good to me. As far as these Heralds goes I see no reason of sharing the lands and live in peace letting one follow and believe in what they will freely so long as it does no harm to others and doesn't fringe on others. Cali Gryndor (Dame of Djembe)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Personal message to Cali Gryndor Noble sentiment, though you may change your mind once the Gods start to toy with you. I joke. Anyway, perhaps you should learn more of the Heralds before you make such a final decision about living in harmony. I know little of them myself, but I believe the Inquisition defeated the Templars in their great schism. They might be less welcoming than you. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)