#the bearers

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I realized I never posted these crichers.

They are, until I change their name again: Y̐ꜣtrinoɍ, Gōƣ♮ḥaꜥ, Ꜣetaɬaɍie and Fieɬoŋg.

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The Selection

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Hey yay I made stickers of my OCs, for Telegram and WhatsApp!

There is an older version which was much more rough and had only 11 faces, but I decided to clean them and add more!

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excuse me how many ocs did I say i had?

also you know, color-coding your characters is fine

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For centuries Kassandra had wandered, never staying in the same place for more than a week. It had started when several of her friends questioned her unchanged appearance while they sported greying hair, the final straw came when her wife, Daphnae died in her arms. The questions lessened with the passing of time but the misthios kept moving, careful to forge no lasting ties.

Yet here in Ravensthorpe, she felt no urge to move on. Eivor had put her in the longhouse & her people had welcomed her as readily as their Jarl. She was bombarded with questions of where she came from , how she had landed on England’s shores & how she came by her staff. The first 2 she answered easily but remained vague on the latter. The most probing questions came from Valka, the clan’s healer & seer, Kassandra found her curiosity about her staff to be unnerving. Particularly when she remarked on the similarities of her & Eivor’s weapons.

The following day saw her hunting in the hills above the village with Eivor & her wife, Petra. The misthios got the surprise of her life when a large white wolf appeared from nowhere & walked beside them.

‘Mouse!’ cried Eivor, delighted. ‘You want to hunt with us, boy?’

Kassandra watched in amazement as the wolf & Petra worked together to track their prey through the woods.

‘They make a good team.’ she remarked.

‘Petra can track an animal from a blade of bent grass.’ said Eivor proudly. ‘But with Mouse she could find a polar bear in 10ft of snow.’

The game was plentiful in the forest, squirrels & rabbits darted amongst the green canopy but Eivor informed her they were after larger game as winter was coming. The pair followed Petra & Mouse until the came across a small herd of deer which comprised of several stags, does & a few fawns.

‘Perfect.’ whispered Eivor, crouching down. ‘Aim for the stags.’

Kassandra nodded & drew back her bow, Eivor & Petra following her.

The silence in the forest was almost deafening, punctuated only by the birdsong above them.

A sharp whistle sounded & Mouse shot forward at speed, leaping at the nearest stag & his jaws clamped around it’s throat. 3 arrows followed the wolf, each hitting it’s mark.

‘A good shot, Kassandra.’ nodded Eivor. With little effort, she lifted the stag & slung it over her shoulders. Petra & Kassandra lifted their quarry & followed Eivor back to the village

‘Wallace will be pleased with this catch.’ said Petra.

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It was subtle at first, a slight pull now & again or the staff would glow faintly for a few seconds, a sure sign that someone was in possession of a Piece of Eden. Kassandra followed the pull west across Europe, avoiding the minor skirmishes that sprang up between various nobles. Such wars seemed meaningless & stupid to her now, it was the common people that suffered & died for their lords machinations. The misthios had lived through more wars than she could count & found herself saddened by wars effects every time.

At length she found herself on the shores of England, a green & somewhat wet land that was much colder than her home land of Greece. The Staff led her to a small village by the river, framed by forests & hills. The inhabitants seemed different to those she had encountered so far, they were fair haired for the most part & the women worked alongside the men. In the saxon towns she had passed through, the women seemed quieter & more subservient, a sharp contrast to this village.

The buildings also drastically differed from the ones she had seen. They were entirely made out of wood & decorated with dragons, wolves & other such animals. A long building seemed to dominate the village, in front of which was a large old oak tree. Kassandra staked out the village for several days, watching the comings & goings of it’s citizens. A few times she saw an imposing blonde walk through the settlement, she often stopped to talk with the people or spar with the warriors. From her bearing & how she fought, Kassandra surmised that she was their leader. The misthios resolved to meet this woman & determine whether she worthy to carry a weapon of Eden.

Kassandra’s wish was granted sooner than she would have liked. The sun had long set & the misthios was preparing a small fire deep within the trees when Eivor came upon her.

‘It is cold tonight, stranger. Would it not be better to warm yourself in the village?’

‘And what kind of welcome could I expect?’ asked Kassandra warily, noting the hammer at the warrior’s waist & the spear in her hand. Both hummed with power & had an ethereal glow about them.

‘If you hold no ill intent, a warm one.’ replied Eivor sincerely. She eyed the staff that was propped against a tree, the metal seemed quite similar to her own weapons & she felt a sense of power about the weapon.

Kassandra caught her gaze & brought the staff closer, it’s natural golden glow grew brighter & the Norse chieftain’s eyes widened. ‘You bear powerful weapons, ones that could wreck the world.’

‘I wield them to defend my people & ensure their survival.’

‘Good. I’d hate to fight you.’

Eivor nodded & grinned cockily. ‘I’d hate for you to lose.’

Kassandra let loose a loud laugh that sounded through the trees.