thousand year old vampire playthroughs

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Estrid Svalfidottir Masterpost

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Estrid's First Journal

A ratty leather journal that smells of the sea. Lost in exchange for the return of Ragnhild - for a time.

Memory C Gisli surveys my work, and then a smile breaks across his face. "She's a beauty - what will you name her?" (3)

I become a sea-predator, catching prey from Sigyn's Kiss. (8)

I establish myself as a seafarer, with the ship Draugr. (13)

Memory D Orm winks and gives me a large medallion on a gold chain. "Consider it a tip, for the steadiest hands on this shore." (4)

I amass wealth through lying and murder, casting my victims as foul men who deserve whatever misfortune befell them. (10)

I put two acquaintances against one another, causing distraction that I use to my advantage - I gain knowledge of nobility and clergymen. (12)

Memory A I am Estrid Svalfidottir, shipwright in the far North of what will come to be called Norway, and much of my family has sailed away. (1)

I am hunted like a dog, and I am driven from a ship with no dignity. (11)

I turn the hunter Aegeon into the creature he wishes to destroy, because I enjoy the irony of it. I leave him on his own ship, at sea. (14)

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10. (9)

I have prepared to re-enter civilization when the long winter comes. By targeting trading vessels, I help myself to their goods, loading my clothes with coins and trinkets before taking my victim overboard.

It is easy work to divide my spoils such that selling them does not arouse suspicion. Once I had been able to steal finery that disguised my throat wound, I could even move among traders as a wan - but living - broker.

Only once have I been caught - while selling a signet ring, a money man noted that he recognized it, that it belonged to some Norman nobleman who had thrown himself to sharks. It occurred to me to weep, and I fabricated a tragedy of him bedding me and then threatening me with death after I found out he was wed already, and it's so good to know that he can't turn up again asking what I did with his ring. This got the nosy man to shut up quite fast.

I amass wealth through lying and murder, casting my victims as foul men who deserve whatever misfortune befell them.

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9. (11)

I discovered the too-bright mirror of my long-winter hunting. In summer as the days grow long I am forced to live in darkness. I can fill my lungs with ice-cold water and sink, or I can seek a dwelling-place with no living soul inside. Most days, I find it easiest to sink.

I suspect I've slipped quite a ways into monstrosity. The longest days I've torn fish apart, lapping at their salty blood in the already-salty water. My clothes have fallen to shreds. But I find calm in the depths, too.

I slowly go mad deep underwater, where the sea forces me during long summer days.

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8. (9)

It took time to repair Sigyn's Kiss, but she was once-again seaworthy. So to the sea she was taken.

At night, I could move silently, slipping up alongside longer boats. Some of them were unfamiliar, with multiple sails and masts, and no oars to speak of. Usually foreigners are on these ships. I could be in and out of one of those ships in moments, diving overboard with a man and tearing his throat apart under the water. By the time his body could be recovered, the sharks would have done far worse, and I would be far out of sight.

I am a predator first and foremost. I must stay fed. I can't let that loss happen again. It has been at least a hundred years since I died. My Ragnhild is gone.

I become a sea-predator, catching prey from Sigyn's Kiss.

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7. (10)

I do not understand what happened. It vanished in an instant. We found a place where we can not be found, and I came to a stop.

It's a blur. I remember Ragnhilde plying me with food, begging me to rest, and then - she stopped. Why did she stop? I am so hungry now. Why can't I find her? I've listened for her voice for days, and there is nothing. I hiked into the village at night. The people are dressed strangely.

I know that I must move among them in silence. It is the time of year when the sun does not rise - the same as when we set sail - so it can not have been long.

I was mistaken. It has been some time. Sigyn's Kiss was intact, but barely. And I sated my hunger with blood. I was mad with lust for it. The wound at my throat bled anew. I have found that I can't recall where it came from.

I have woken some time later, with hunger for blood and unable to find Ragnhild.

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6. (4)

Karsi could not allow me the decency of a quiet death - I was found by Ragnhild, who tried to stop the bleeding and called for help. When I did not stop wailing even as my body ran out of blood, the cries of help turned to horror, and the good folk turned on me.

My Ragnhild was smart. She got us away from the quickly growing mob and onto Sigyn's Kiss. We sailed South.

Here I will be Drifa Brandottir. We do not know what is in store for us here. I do not know what is to become of me, with no blood, no heart, a wight made flesh. But Ragnhild - she does not mind my corpse-cold touch. It is more than I could have hoped for.

I have died, and been kissed by Ragnhild, and sailed south to become Drifa.

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5.

I see Karsi has returned from the South, and from the grave. He pays his fee and rips into my throat in the same instance.

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4.

Orm winks and gives me a large medallion on a gold chain. "Consider it a tip, for the steadiest hands on this shore."

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3.

Gisli surveys my work, and then a smile breaks across his face. "She's a beauty. What shall you name her?"

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2.

Ragnhild laughs as she fails to cleave the firewood, handing me the axe. "You're more suited to it, my bear."

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1.

I am Estrid Svalfidottir, shipwright in the far north of what will come to be called Norway, and much of my family has sailed away.

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skills [estrid svalfidottir]

Woodworking

Sailing X X

Arithmetic X

Silent boarding X

Tradecraft X

Translation X

Mind-Control X

Scenthound X

Cull the Herd

Celestial navigation X

Weather prediction

Crossdressing

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resources [estrid svalfidottir]

The Karve, Kiss of Sigyn Heavy shipwright's axe Finely-made necklace Hidden store of wealth Blackmail material for noble families The ship Draugr Ratty leather diary Knowledge of assassins Standing among English nobility Small landhold near Bjorgvin A set of old casting bones The ship Ragni Illuminated Diary

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characters [estrid svalfidottir]

Gisli Arnorsson - master shipwright, apprenticed to him (old age) Ragnhild - childhood best friend; first love (old age)(x2) Olm Jorundsson - best customer I - Karsi Hjorsson - trader returned home with newfound madness I* - Aegeon Guildford - sailor, hunter, I turned him out of spite Gaius Amantius - missionary political actor (old age) Caltram - Pictish immigrant, friend (framed, executed) Cesare D'Albert - leader of King John's demon hunters (old age) Rivkah - kidnapped child, daughter (old age) Loredana Orsini - pirate, confidante (old age) Corso de Albano - amateur historian (old age) Bartold Vogt - master navigator (old age) Ana Black - pirate captain, lover