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A new Dawn 25.01.2011 01:46:10 --- 1 Year, 3 Months ago
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28th of Einmánuður, in the 76th cycle and 18 years.* My father is dead. Yesterday, we returned from a raid and initiation as is our customs. And as our customs, my fathers dead corpse was sent on a burning ship to Valhalla. Long may live his soul, and his legacy, and his blood.
I have inherited his realms, consisting of Skjuure, my hometown and 'capitol' of our realm, Thorndmar a half day journey to the south, only half as big as Skjuure, but a good fishertown, Kalva, to the east, same size as Throndmar, good metal-workers, Aldriður, to the southwest, almost as big as Skjuure and our best supply of men.
I have also inherited his title as Jarl thanks to the journey where I prooved as a warrior. By right and tradition, I have claimed his legacy before the elders and the Þing**. I have shattered the claim of my houses rival, Scorvæg, son of Ygveig, current Lord of the House of Scorvæg. As it is custom, I assume the place within our great union of realms under our King, Dietrich den Uxi and shall serve him as my father did before and my sons will after me.
By the sword of my father,
Aresius vån Kyron, Lord of the House of Kyron, Jarl of the Realm of Skyuure
Aresius strapped on the swordbelt and got out of the chair. His fathers chair. The one in which he devised many raids, plotted new tactics for them, thought, worked, and sometimes told stories to him and his sister. Stepping out from his families house in Skjuure, he was greeted by the guard. Standart retinue for a Jarl were two, but Aresius explicitly only wanted one, he had Eynar after all, still he had to ge used to it. As well as he had to get used to the fact that now, everyone greeted him as Jarl. Almost everyone. The three sons of Ygveig would continue to remain a danger to deal with. Their house had been rivalling for the Jarls seat since several generations and they would not stop now, or in any forseeable future. But telling the future was more the metier of the Shaman. An old man, living a bit secluded, still within the boudaries of the towns walls, but a bit separated from the rest of the houses. He was more than just a shamn, he was also the teacher of parts of what every young Varangian learns.
"Seven arts I learned, seven high arts." Thus goes the song, and after all, 2 of them were taught by the shaman. He was old when Aresius' father was still a child. For as long as people know, he has taught, guided, helped them. Time seemed to be non-existant for him.
As it seemed for the female kind. Eira, Aresius sister and just 3 years younger, was a wonderful young woman that truly interited her mothers grace. She was also following the Rite of Ascension, to become a warrioress. Some other girls quipped that she would give any husband a hard time, but Eira was like a sword. One side was sharp and dangerous. The other one was smooth and fine.
She returned from a small stroll to the market to get some food for their mother. Daria, called The Svelte for her beauty, was a great marksman in her youth, but when children are due, even a warrioress has to remain home. And after that, she found her skill lacking.
Aresius walked through the village that was now his to rule, saw the people that were now his to command, felt the burden that was now his to carry. Walking to the river-shore, with the small harbour for the only two Drakkars, the Blood and the Terror, two Drakkars of the Snekkja-class, his pet, a domesticated wolf named Eynar, barked at him, indicating something of interest. Eynar was found by Aresius and Eira a few winters ago in the woods surrounding Skjuure. They found him in a group of 4 cubs. 3 of them were dead, their only presence sheltering the sole survivour. What drove the mother of the cubs away, no one could tell, but Eira and Aresius knew, if they leave him there, he would die. So they took him back, and raised him. And as time passed, Eynar chose to follow Aresius.
Eynar stood on a small stone, having a higher look-out. He looked southwards, down the river. Aresius joined his white-furred friend: "What do you have, Eynar?"
Eynar looked at him, then again southwards. Aresius followed his look and saw the cause for Eynars curiosity. A group of men, travelling towards Skjuure. He shrugged: "We'll find out soon enough, won't we?"
*Runic calendar time: Georgian calendar time: 3rd of April, 1030
**The Þing is like a court, a council, and a gathering.
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