Word Count: 42,008
Summary of Events:
Chapter 13:
Thårijn went to work in the forges and helped Äthelröd to finish forging his sword with some smith work that amazed Äthelröd. Æliyäu and Äbihæl went to visit Helännä and talked about Helännä's children and grandchildren, then Æliyäu told Helännä that Thårijn was the Låstbøn. Shortly after that Thårijn arrived and Æliyäu told Thårijn the news.
Chapter 14:
Thårijn couldn't bring himself to believe that he was the Låstbøn, and he argued about it with Æliyäu until Æliyäu and Äbihæl left for home. Then Thårijn discussed it with his mother, still doubting the fact that it was himself. Æliyäu stayed up a little later than usual wondering why Thårijn wasn't convinced and even seemed unwilling, but at last decided it wasn't really worth worrying about.
Excerpt of the Day:
""Göd has spoken with me," Æliyäu said.
"Of course He has," Thårijn said, with a touch of ire in his voice.
"And He has made it known to me — confirmed by the passages of Gråvenwød I had you read — that you, Thårijn, son of Helännä, descendant of Øbjen of the house of Kæs, are the Låstbøn, the Eikenenshåldjgråvenwød, who shall lead our people to freedom, out of the land of the Förstenräl, through all the trials, travails, and dangers of the journey, through many lands until it is that we reach at longest last the lands that had been those of our people in times beyond memory and establish once again Kænjiøs, and become a free people again."
Thårijn gazed at Æliyäu with a face devoid of emotion — so devoid not even his eyes revealed the thoughts of his mind — for a long time. Æliyäu couldn't help but wonder what in the world Thårijn was thinking, what his reaction was going to be. Part of him feared with the longer the time drew on that Thårijn had no reaction that it was going to be a violent one. . . .
. . . "Sure," Thårijn said.
Disbelief and absolute surprise exploded across Æliyäu's face, causing his jaw to go slack for a moment before he caught it back up, closing his mouth again. "How can you not believe it?"
"I am only the last born son of my mother," Thårijn replied. "My father has many more sons born after me. And I should hope you are not neglecting the line — which was in one of the stanzas you had me read I might add — third of the twenty second stanza, which says, 'Last born son of king's blood'."
"Which you are," Æliyäu said, having recovered himself.
"Are you without knowledge?" Thårijn asked. "Surely you know that my father is married to seven women aside from my mother, and that every single one of their last born children is younger than I?"
"But none of them are of king's blood as it means," Æliyäu replied.
"Their father is of the house of Kæs!" Thårijn exclaimed. "You yourself even said so! Øbjen of the house of Kæs!"
"Yes, he is," Æliyäu said. "However, your mother is Helännä, Äbrääm's daughter, descendant of Bejøn of the house of Kæs."
"So?" Thårijn asked. What was Æliyäu even getting at?
"Both of your parents are descended from the house of Kæs," Æliyäu replied. "None of your siblings in half-blod have a mother descended from the house of Kæs. You are the last born of the tradition of kings in marriage. And that is what the third line in the twenty second stanza of Gråvenwød means."
Being as Thårijn knew full well what the tradition of kings was in regards to marriage he could not call anything into question. Æliyäu was right. According to that line he was the last born, and it wasn't too hard to find out that he was the last born of his mother."
Äbrääm: abe-rah-am
Bejøn: beh-urn
Thursday, January 08, 2015
Wednesday, January 07, 2015
Exile's End: Day 6
Word Count: 36,017
Summary of Events:
Chapter 11:
Æliyäu, his parents, and his sister celebrated his niece Äbihæl's birthday before going to Helännä's house and catching Thårijn and getting him to read four stanzas of Gråvenwød. He and Thårijn then got into quite a bit of discussion about the journey homeward.
Chapter 12:
Thårijn engaged in an early morning visit with Helännä before heading to work. Æliyäu read through Gråvenwød and found solid evidence on the identity of the Låstbøn and how it could only be him, then he told Äbihæl about it and she wanted to know if Pætter knew the Låstbøn, and so they went for a ride and visited him.
Excerpt of the Day:
"With a sigh Thårijn rose from his seat and turned to leave. Æliyäu caught his sleeve before he could get far.
"Wait," Æliyäu said. "I would like you to do something for me."
Thårijn gave Æliyäu an unimpressed, and yet curious expression. Æliyäu pulled Gråvenwød out from under his arm and carefully unrolled it to the twenty second and twenty third stanzas.
"These two stanzas," Æliyäu said, handing the scroll to Thårijn.
Thårijn surveyed the words for a moment that seemed like it was nigh an eternity to Æliyäu, anticipation eating away at him as he waited for Thårijn to ready the words.
"But when the time has been filled, As I have it afore willed, The last born son of king's blood Will rise up, high up above, His brothers he preempts. Last born of his mother fair, Last born of the mountain air, Strong in sinew and flesh, he, the freer of his people be, He and he alone," it was as if Æliyäu was in his dream again. It was the same voice.
Æliyäu took the scroll back and rolled it to the fifty third and fifty fourth stanzas and handed it back to Thårijn. "These two as well."
Another pause ate at Æliyäu as Thårijn surveyed the words, although Æliyäu felt it was somewhat briefer than the previous one.
"Göd of mercy, Göd of might, Yea, I am, and in spite Of all the wrong that you have done, I give you hope as light of the sun, As fire deep inside. Keep it deep within your heart, That which I didst impart, One day saved, you will be, From this pain and agony, Free to roam wide," again. It was the same voice again, completely identical, it conjured up imagery of his dream as he heard the words.
Æliyäu took the scroll back from Thårijn, who had been handing it to him, and rolled it closed again. He wasn't entirely sure what to do now.
"Is that all you would have of me?" Thårijn asked, a note of irritation tainting his voice now that he was not reading Gråvenwød.
"Yes," Æliyäu replied, Thårijn moved to leave. "That is all I would have of you, but I do not inter to force departure upon you. Can your mother not have two visitors at once?"
Thårijn stopped near the door. Æliyäu couldn't hardly make out his form in the shadows, but he knew it did not move. Finally Thårijn moved again and headed out of the door, shutting the door softly.
Æliyäu was disappointed, but he took up the chair Thårijn had vacated and looked at Helännä. She smiled sympathetically at him."
Äbihæl: ab-ih-hail
Summary of Events:
Chapter 11:
Æliyäu, his parents, and his sister celebrated his niece Äbihæl's birthday before going to Helännä's house and catching Thårijn and getting him to read four stanzas of Gråvenwød. He and Thårijn then got into quite a bit of discussion about the journey homeward.
Chapter 12:
Thårijn engaged in an early morning visit with Helännä before heading to work. Æliyäu read through Gråvenwød and found solid evidence on the identity of the Låstbøn and how it could only be him, then he told Äbihæl about it and she wanted to know if Pætter knew the Låstbøn, and so they went for a ride and visited him.
Excerpt of the Day:
"With a sigh Thårijn rose from his seat and turned to leave. Æliyäu caught his sleeve before he could get far.
"Wait," Æliyäu said. "I would like you to do something for me."
Thårijn gave Æliyäu an unimpressed, and yet curious expression. Æliyäu pulled Gråvenwød out from under his arm and carefully unrolled it to the twenty second and twenty third stanzas.
"These two stanzas," Æliyäu said, handing the scroll to Thårijn.
Thårijn surveyed the words for a moment that seemed like it was nigh an eternity to Æliyäu, anticipation eating away at him as he waited for Thårijn to ready the words.
"But when the time has been filled, As I have it afore willed, The last born son of king's blood Will rise up, high up above, His brothers he preempts. Last born of his mother fair, Last born of the mountain air, Strong in sinew and flesh, he, the freer of his people be, He and he alone," it was as if Æliyäu was in his dream again. It was the same voice.
Æliyäu took the scroll back and rolled it to the fifty third and fifty fourth stanzas and handed it back to Thårijn. "These two as well."
Another pause ate at Æliyäu as Thårijn surveyed the words, although Æliyäu felt it was somewhat briefer than the previous one.
"Göd of mercy, Göd of might, Yea, I am, and in spite Of all the wrong that you have done, I give you hope as light of the sun, As fire deep inside. Keep it deep within your heart, That which I didst impart, One day saved, you will be, From this pain and agony, Free to roam wide," again. It was the same voice again, completely identical, it conjured up imagery of his dream as he heard the words.
Æliyäu took the scroll back from Thårijn, who had been handing it to him, and rolled it closed again. He wasn't entirely sure what to do now.
"Is that all you would have of me?" Thårijn asked, a note of irritation tainting his voice now that he was not reading Gråvenwød.
"Yes," Æliyäu replied, Thårijn moved to leave. "That is all I would have of you, but I do not inter to force departure upon you. Can your mother not have two visitors at once?"
Thårijn stopped near the door. Æliyäu couldn't hardly make out his form in the shadows, but he knew it did not move. Finally Thårijn moved again and headed out of the door, shutting the door softly.
Æliyäu was disappointed, but he took up the chair Thårijn had vacated and looked at Helännä. She smiled sympathetically at him."
Äbihæl: ab-ih-hail
Tuesday, January 06, 2015
Exile's End: Day 5
Word Count: 30,015
Summary of Events:
Chapter 9:
Thårijn and his brother Bæjern had a rather pleasant discussion and Bæjern admitted that he actually felt that Thårijn was his brother, they even compared their faces in a mirror and Thårijn noticed the resemblance for himself. Æliyäu dreamed of a different voice and was told by the voice that had called him that the different voice was the voice of the one who was to be the Låstbøn.
Chapter 10:
Thårijn finished the construction of his sword in the forges and helped Äthelröd to begin constructing his, and also looked forward to making more weapons for himself. Æliyäu went to visit Helännä in the evening and encountered Thårijn, and talked with Helännä about him and the upcoming journey of their people home. Thårijn then put Bæjern to bed after Æliyäu left, as Bæjern had fallen asleep in the main room, and Thårijn wondered about something he'd seen earlier in Æliyäu's face.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Softly Æliyäu opened the door and stepped inside. A lamp was glowing beside Helännä, and a figure was already sitting at her side, broad, masculine shoulders silhouetted by the lamp between him and Helännä.
Helännä moved her head and made eye contact with Æliyäu. A smile crossed her face and the man moved slightly.
"Æliyäu, come," Helännä said.
Feeling slightly hesitant, Æliyäu strode forward and moved around the foot of Helännä's bed. The man looked up at Æliyäu and recognition hit him so hard he nearly collapsed. The young man with the ice-blue eyes who had headed off nigh instantly to get metal for his sword and left his young, bemused assistant to be told the good news by Æliyäu.
A young man, noble of face, one who indeed looked to be a son of Øbjen, save for the paleness of his eyes and the darkness of his hair. He also bore a strong resemblance to Helänä. Was this Thårijn?
"Is something the matter Æliyäu?" Helännä asked.
"No," Æliyäu replied. "I, I just feel as if I'm interrupting."
"No," the young man replied, sounding as if he felt out of place. "I was just leaving."
"Good night Thårijn," Helänä said.
"Good night mother," Thårijn replied. He then rose quickly and strode out of the room swiftly, almost as if he were stealing out into the night. There was something about his voice too. Æliyäu hadn't heard enough of it to be sure, but he wanted to investigate it.
"Sit down Æliyäu, you seem odd tonight," Helännä said.
Æliyäu startled slightly and then took up the seat that Thårijn had recently vacated.
"Does something bother you this night?" Helännä asked.
"No," Æliyäu replied. "I, well, I did not realize that was your son Thårijn."
"Yes, he looks quite dissimilar to Øbjen," Helännä said.
"Dissimilar?" Æliyäu asked, surprised. "I felt he looked quite like Øbjen."
Helännä looked at Æliyäu with an incredulous expression. "How so?" she asked.
"I, I can't say for sure," Æliyäu replied. "But, he looked a nobler version of Øbjen, almost what I would perceive Øbjen looking if it was he were a kinder man, and a king. I would almost say that he is what Øbjen could have been, in a way."
"Yes, Øbjen could have been kinder," Helännä said. "But he was not, and still ceases to be, unfortunately.""
Summary of Events:
Chapter 9:
Thårijn and his brother Bæjern had a rather pleasant discussion and Bæjern admitted that he actually felt that Thårijn was his brother, they even compared their faces in a mirror and Thårijn noticed the resemblance for himself. Æliyäu dreamed of a different voice and was told by the voice that had called him that the different voice was the voice of the one who was to be the Låstbøn.
Chapter 10:
Thårijn finished the construction of his sword in the forges and helped Äthelröd to begin constructing his, and also looked forward to making more weapons for himself. Æliyäu went to visit Helännä in the evening and encountered Thårijn, and talked with Helännä about him and the upcoming journey of their people home. Thårijn then put Bæjern to bed after Æliyäu left, as Bæjern had fallen asleep in the main room, and Thårijn wondered about something he'd seen earlier in Æliyäu's face.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Softly Æliyäu opened the door and stepped inside. A lamp was glowing beside Helännä, and a figure was already sitting at her side, broad, masculine shoulders silhouetted by the lamp between him and Helännä.
Helännä moved her head and made eye contact with Æliyäu. A smile crossed her face and the man moved slightly.
"Æliyäu, come," Helännä said.
Feeling slightly hesitant, Æliyäu strode forward and moved around the foot of Helännä's bed. The man looked up at Æliyäu and recognition hit him so hard he nearly collapsed. The young man with the ice-blue eyes who had headed off nigh instantly to get metal for his sword and left his young, bemused assistant to be told the good news by Æliyäu.
A young man, noble of face, one who indeed looked to be a son of Øbjen, save for the paleness of his eyes and the darkness of his hair. He also bore a strong resemblance to Helänä. Was this Thårijn?
"Is something the matter Æliyäu?" Helännä asked.
"No," Æliyäu replied. "I, I just feel as if I'm interrupting."
"No," the young man replied, sounding as if he felt out of place. "I was just leaving."
"Good night Thårijn," Helänä said.
"Good night mother," Thårijn replied. He then rose quickly and strode out of the room swiftly, almost as if he were stealing out into the night. There was something about his voice too. Æliyäu hadn't heard enough of it to be sure, but he wanted to investigate it.
"Sit down Æliyäu, you seem odd tonight," Helännä said.
Æliyäu startled slightly and then took up the seat that Thårijn had recently vacated.
"Does something bother you this night?" Helännä asked.
"No," Æliyäu replied. "I, well, I did not realize that was your son Thårijn."
"Yes, he looks quite dissimilar to Øbjen," Helännä said.
"Dissimilar?" Æliyäu asked, surprised. "I felt he looked quite like Øbjen."
Helännä looked at Æliyäu with an incredulous expression. "How so?" she asked.
"I, I can't say for sure," Æliyäu replied. "But, he looked a nobler version of Øbjen, almost what I would perceive Øbjen looking if it was he were a kinder man, and a king. I would almost say that he is what Øbjen could have been, in a way."
"Yes, Øbjen could have been kinder," Helännä said. "But he was not, and still ceases to be, unfortunately.""
Monday, January 05, 2015
Exile's End: Day 4
Word Count: 24,079
Summary of Events:
Chapter 7:
Æliyäu entered into the mountain Nätthulegråttä, in which the men do their forging work, and started to tell the men to make ready, prompting much excitement and heightened productivity, right under the noses of the Förstenräl. Thårijn quickly set about making his dream sword that was nigh three times the length of the swords he'd been making for the Förstenräl. In his telling of the time being full, though, Æliyäu did get one disappointing surprise.
Chapter 8:
Thårijn continued at forging his sword with the help of his partner Äthelröd, and they contemplated what name Thårijn's sword should have. Æliyäu then went and visited Helännä and told her the time was in full. Helännä was happy, but certain that she wouldn't be taking part in the journey, due to her illness and the higher likelihood now that she would die than live. They also talked of Æliyäu's disappointing surprise.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Approaching another man, Æliyäu watched as sparks flew with each blow of the hammer shaping the metal. The man worked with a diligence, and even a care, that Æliyäu had not seen in any other man working on swords for the Förstenräl.
"Have you heard?" Æliyäu asked.
"I have heard nothing of significance in this day," the man replied.
"Now the time has come in full, Now at last I will pull The fetters off your hands and feet, Restore to you your home and seed, Now the debt is paid," Æliyäu said.
"Why speak you in rhymes and poetry?" the man asked. "Such flowery language is foolishness."
Æliyäu startled and looked at the man, puzzled. He had no recognition of the words of Gråvenwød? Every other man that Æliyäu had met with had known, and had taken hope and joy from the words which he'd spoken, why not this man?
"Know you not the poem of Gråvenwød?" Æliyäu asked.
"I care not for poetry," the man replied. "And that poem in particular is foolishness, silliness. We have always been here. We are no different from the Förstenräl, we are just peasants, they are soldiers. We have always done this work, we are not a people of our own, and we should not rebel and strike out from here, there is no ill with this life."
Æliyäu had never been more stunned in his life. Not even Göd's calling him had so floored him in all his life. This man actually believed that they had always been here? Were there others like him? How could they not believe? How could they not know?
"But we are," Æliyäu finally said. "We, we are different. Do you not think that it is odd of them to treat us with such violence and harshness?"
"That is how all peasants are treated," the man replied.
"If we were of their people we would not be under the guard of their military," Æliyäu said.
"That is how all peasants are treated," the man replied.
"Surely there would be a diversity among the people in Møkbæsted, with both rich and poor if we were their people, we would not be kept separate," Æliyäu said.
"That is how all peasants are," the man said. "You are delusional, fooled by the talk of old men, and all the reading that you do, for you are not one of us smiths, you are a learned man, and your learning has polluted you, it has ruined you to the point that you do not believe that reality is true. You aren't even certain of your arguments. That, I say, shows how much good learning does you."
"But, no," Æliyäu protested. "We are different! This is not normal! We are a different people!"
"You are crazy, and so is everyone else that thinks going with you is a good idea," the man said. "I hope you all die.""
Nätthulegråttä: gnat-hool-grow-tah
Äthelröd: ahth-ell-rude
Summary of Events:
Chapter 7:
Æliyäu entered into the mountain Nätthulegråttä, in which the men do their forging work, and started to tell the men to make ready, prompting much excitement and heightened productivity, right under the noses of the Förstenräl. Thårijn quickly set about making his dream sword that was nigh three times the length of the swords he'd been making for the Förstenräl. In his telling of the time being full, though, Æliyäu did get one disappointing surprise.
Chapter 8:
Thårijn continued at forging his sword with the help of his partner Äthelröd, and they contemplated what name Thårijn's sword should have. Æliyäu then went and visited Helännä and told her the time was in full. Helännä was happy, but certain that she wouldn't be taking part in the journey, due to her illness and the higher likelihood now that she would die than live. They also talked of Æliyäu's disappointing surprise.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Approaching another man, Æliyäu watched as sparks flew with each blow of the hammer shaping the metal. The man worked with a diligence, and even a care, that Æliyäu had not seen in any other man working on swords for the Förstenräl.
"Have you heard?" Æliyäu asked.
"I have heard nothing of significance in this day," the man replied.
"Now the time has come in full, Now at last I will pull The fetters off your hands and feet, Restore to you your home and seed, Now the debt is paid," Æliyäu said.
"Why speak you in rhymes and poetry?" the man asked. "Such flowery language is foolishness."
Æliyäu startled and looked at the man, puzzled. He had no recognition of the words of Gråvenwød? Every other man that Æliyäu had met with had known, and had taken hope and joy from the words which he'd spoken, why not this man?
"Know you not the poem of Gråvenwød?" Æliyäu asked.
"I care not for poetry," the man replied. "And that poem in particular is foolishness, silliness. We have always been here. We are no different from the Förstenräl, we are just peasants, they are soldiers. We have always done this work, we are not a people of our own, and we should not rebel and strike out from here, there is no ill with this life."
Æliyäu had never been more stunned in his life. Not even Göd's calling him had so floored him in all his life. This man actually believed that they had always been here? Were there others like him? How could they not believe? How could they not know?
"But we are," Æliyäu finally said. "We, we are different. Do you not think that it is odd of them to treat us with such violence and harshness?"
"That is how all peasants are treated," the man replied.
"If we were of their people we would not be under the guard of their military," Æliyäu said.
"That is how all peasants are treated," the man replied.
"Surely there would be a diversity among the people in Møkbæsted, with both rich and poor if we were their people, we would not be kept separate," Æliyäu said.
"That is how all peasants are," the man said. "You are delusional, fooled by the talk of old men, and all the reading that you do, for you are not one of us smiths, you are a learned man, and your learning has polluted you, it has ruined you to the point that you do not believe that reality is true. You aren't even certain of your arguments. That, I say, shows how much good learning does you."
"But, no," Æliyäu protested. "We are different! This is not normal! We are a different people!"
"You are crazy, and so is everyone else that thinks going with you is a good idea," the man said. "I hope you all die.""
Nätthulegråttä: gnat-hool-grow-tah
Äthelröd: ahth-ell-rude
Saturday, January 03, 2015
Exile's End: Day 3
Word Count: 18,008
Summary of Events:
Chapter 5:
Æliyäu went and visited Helännä and talked with her. He learned that of all Øbjen's marriages only hers to him was in the kingly tradition of the Iøsenräl, and also that the time might be very close to full. Thårijn was attacked by Øbenn and his full brothers, but succeeded in getting away with only minor wounds and was tended to by his half-sister Vånnä.
Chapter 6:
Æliyäu was going through more histories and found a clue, narrowing his field of five who could be Låstbøn down to one, and that was that they were born in the last year that the Iøsenräl had lived in Old Møkbæsted, which was higher up on the mountains, but Æliyäu still wasn't sure. Thårijn worked in the forges in spite of his minor wounds and began to dream about the sword he would make for himself, whenever it was that he would get such an opportunity. Æliyäu then had a dream in which the Iøsenräl were making many weapons of great variety and he heard the voice that had called to him command the people to make ready. Æliyäu then became certain that the time was in full and he told his sister, her husband, their children, and his parents — even though it was the dead of night.
Excerpt of the Day:
""I have suffered great agonies and guilts at what I have done," Thårijn replied. "I regret having done what I did. I do not know what I could've possibly done differently, but every day I wish that I would have not done as I did."
"And so the remorse pours forth from your slanderous lips," Øbglän spat. "Now that we have you caught. Now that we are ready to give you what you deserve for your deeds you spout forth remorse, as if it would make us more merciful. Your words have come too late, it is now time for you to suffer for your wretchedness."
"How could I have said anything sooner?" Thårijn protested. "I've not been able to speak with my brother in half blood since–"
"Cease with that slanderous speech!" Øbenn's voice cried out. "We be not brother to any fool as you in any measure of blood!"
Thårijn licked the snow off his lips and swallowed what had landed and melted within his mouth.
"Now come," Øbglän said. He got up off of Thårijn and wrapped a hand firmly around Thårijn's left arm, jerking him to his feet. Quickly Ødäm came and took up Thårijn's other arm in just as fierce of a grip.
Götrude's sons started down the side street down which they had surely been lying in wait, dragging Thårijn along with their brisk stride. Following a back route they came to the fence around his father's houses, far from the entryway, and entered into a derelict structure.
Ølef stood by the fire built up inside, his face devoid of emotion, yet almost looking as if he were somewhat of an unwilling participant in this. Øvin's eyes were alight with anticipation. Leaping forward he undid Thårijn's cloak-clasp, the cloak slid down Thårijn's back and landed on the floor.
Øbenn went to a shadowed place and brought out a four-tailed whip with an evil smile on his face. Øbglän released Thårijn's arm and Ødäm pulled Thårijn's shirt off his left side. Øbglän went to grab Thårijn's arm again, but Thårijn wound up with it and hit Øbglän in the eye.
Thårijn then jerked his other arm out of Ødäm's loosened grip, leaving himself shirtless, but free. Whipping around, he grabbed the door handle and darted off into the bitter cold night, making for the wall.
A few moments later shouts called after him, Thårijn heard the whip cracking in the air as they pursued him. Finding the tree, Thårijn scrambled up, its bare branches nipped at him as he scrambled through the tree and grabbed the brick.
The voices of Götride's sons called after him clearer now, suddenly a wretched pain tore across his back. Øbenn had gotten a strike in with the whip. Thårijn climbed faster, the whip catching at the back of his leg, but not wrapping, before he threw himself over the wall and landed heavily on the snow-covered roof of the home of Ærnä's children. The snow kept him from getting a grip and he slid off the roof onto the ground."
Vånnä: voh-nah
Øbglän: urb-glahn
Ødäm: ur-dam
Ølef: ur-leff
Øvin: ur-vinh
Ærnä: air-nah
Summary of Events:
Chapter 5:
Æliyäu went and visited Helännä and talked with her. He learned that of all Øbjen's marriages only hers to him was in the kingly tradition of the Iøsenräl, and also that the time might be very close to full. Thårijn was attacked by Øbenn and his full brothers, but succeeded in getting away with only minor wounds and was tended to by his half-sister Vånnä.
Chapter 6:
Æliyäu was going through more histories and found a clue, narrowing his field of five who could be Låstbøn down to one, and that was that they were born in the last year that the Iøsenräl had lived in Old Møkbæsted, which was higher up on the mountains, but Æliyäu still wasn't sure. Thårijn worked in the forges in spite of his minor wounds and began to dream about the sword he would make for himself, whenever it was that he would get such an opportunity. Æliyäu then had a dream in which the Iøsenräl were making many weapons of great variety and he heard the voice that had called to him command the people to make ready. Æliyäu then became certain that the time was in full and he told his sister, her husband, their children, and his parents — even though it was the dead of night.
Excerpt of the Day:
""I have suffered great agonies and guilts at what I have done," Thårijn replied. "I regret having done what I did. I do not know what I could've possibly done differently, but every day I wish that I would have not done as I did."
"And so the remorse pours forth from your slanderous lips," Øbglän spat. "Now that we have you caught. Now that we are ready to give you what you deserve for your deeds you spout forth remorse, as if it would make us more merciful. Your words have come too late, it is now time for you to suffer for your wretchedness."
"How could I have said anything sooner?" Thårijn protested. "I've not been able to speak with my brother in half blood since–"
"Cease with that slanderous speech!" Øbenn's voice cried out. "We be not brother to any fool as you in any measure of blood!"
Thårijn licked the snow off his lips and swallowed what had landed and melted within his mouth.
"Now come," Øbglän said. He got up off of Thårijn and wrapped a hand firmly around Thårijn's left arm, jerking him to his feet. Quickly Ødäm came and took up Thårijn's other arm in just as fierce of a grip.
Götrude's sons started down the side street down which they had surely been lying in wait, dragging Thårijn along with their brisk stride. Following a back route they came to the fence around his father's houses, far from the entryway, and entered into a derelict structure.
Ølef stood by the fire built up inside, his face devoid of emotion, yet almost looking as if he were somewhat of an unwilling participant in this. Øvin's eyes were alight with anticipation. Leaping forward he undid Thårijn's cloak-clasp, the cloak slid down Thårijn's back and landed on the floor.
Øbenn went to a shadowed place and brought out a four-tailed whip with an evil smile on his face. Øbglän released Thårijn's arm and Ødäm pulled Thårijn's shirt off his left side. Øbglän went to grab Thårijn's arm again, but Thårijn wound up with it and hit Øbglän in the eye.
Thårijn then jerked his other arm out of Ødäm's loosened grip, leaving himself shirtless, but free. Whipping around, he grabbed the door handle and darted off into the bitter cold night, making for the wall.
A few moments later shouts called after him, Thårijn heard the whip cracking in the air as they pursued him. Finding the tree, Thårijn scrambled up, its bare branches nipped at him as he scrambled through the tree and grabbed the brick.
The voices of Götride's sons called after him clearer now, suddenly a wretched pain tore across his back. Øbenn had gotten a strike in with the whip. Thårijn climbed faster, the whip catching at the back of his leg, but not wrapping, before he threw himself over the wall and landed heavily on the snow-covered roof of the home of Ærnä's children. The snow kept him from getting a grip and he slid off the roof onto the ground."
Vånnä: voh-nah
Øbglän: urb-glahn
Ødäm: ur-dam
Ølef: ur-leff
Øvin: ur-vinh
Ærnä: air-nah
Friday, January 02, 2015
Exile's End: Day 2
Word Count: 12,006
Summary of Events:
Chapter 3:
Thårijn was working in the forges with a friend of his and they discussed whether or not their people were really hopeless as Thårijn was certain they were, and Thårijn began to wonder if these people who looked so depressed around him were actually as hopeless as he thought they were. Æliyäu went through Gråvenwød and found a couple of multiplication questions in regards to years; one's answer was 500 — which matched the amount of years from the Ædinthenråd's destruction to their being carted away to Kænjförst — and the other being 1600 — which matched the amount of time they had been in Kænjförst — but because he found 1600 mentioned another time — without specifying what the measure of time was that it was referring to — so Æliyäu was confused.
Chapter 4:
Thårijn returned to his mother's house later than usual due to a snowstorm and was greeted by Bæjern his older, unmarried brother, and his father who got upset at him for his causing Øbenn to be flogged earlier. Æliyäu read through the lineage of those who would've been kings of the Iøsenräl had there been a throne to sit on and a kingdom to rule over, and he started thinking about the kingly marriage tradition of the Iøsenräl law and wondering if all of Øbjen's wives were in accordance with the tradition, something he didn't know.
Excerpt of the Day:
""My son Øbenn, of my most beloved Götrude, was flogged a fortnight past," Øbjen began, his eyes turning light as they gazed at his half-full plate when he spoke of his second wife, but darkening as he continued. "I have spoken with him and found that it was your forked serpentine tongue which has caused such injury to befall him." He raised his head to gaze at Thårijn intently.
Thårijn said nothing, waiting for his father to continue.
"My son Øbenn tells me that you were at wrong, having over-struck the metal so as to cause it to be strengthened and give it a greater quality than all of the work which we waste upon our most evilly vile captors," Øbjen continued.
"Now I object," Thårijn said.
"You will let me finish," Øbjen said.
"I will state my objection before such comes to pass,"Thårijn snapped.
"What be your objection?" Øbjen growled.
"My strikes would not have been over-striking had Øbenn, my brother in half blood, been mindful and assured that my strikes did not land in such a way was to over-strike the weapon," Thårijn replied. "He moved not the sword upon the anvil beneath my hammer, and therefore the over-striking was done."
"My son Øbenn says that you would not cease to strike the metal," Øbjen said.
"That did not prevent him from moving the blade so that I would cease to be striking it and would have instead been striking only the anvil," Thårijn replied. "There was action and initiative that could have been taken by my brother in half blood, action which he did not take."
"Additionally it is said by my son Øbenn that you were calling him a fool and threatened to pulverize him with your hammer," Øbjen said. "However it was said that a soldier of our enemy came to end the quarrel which would've ended in favour to Øbenn had you spoken the truth and taken your proper punishment."
"If I would have spoken the truth then all would have suffered!" Thårijn shouted, shooting to his feet and slamming his palms down upon the table, flanking his untouched food. "If I would have said that I had over-struck the metal, causing it to be layered, and increasing its strength then they would have known our deliberation! Our enemies would have know that we are giving them weapons of lesser quality in hopes of causing them calamity at war and providing their downfall and our release would then have demanded of us that we layer the metal for added strength — or have faced far more severe punishments than that torture chamber would ever bring about! Should I have spoken the truth there could well have been slaughter! Slaughter likely of expendable individuals like yourself, old men who have no more use in the forges and smithies!""
Bæjern: bay-urn
Götrude: gut-rude
Summary of Events:
Chapter 3:
Thårijn was working in the forges with a friend of his and they discussed whether or not their people were really hopeless as Thårijn was certain they were, and Thårijn began to wonder if these people who looked so depressed around him were actually as hopeless as he thought they were. Æliyäu went through Gråvenwød and found a couple of multiplication questions in regards to years; one's answer was 500 — which matched the amount of years from the Ædinthenråd's destruction to their being carted away to Kænjförst — and the other being 1600 — which matched the amount of time they had been in Kænjförst — but because he found 1600 mentioned another time — without specifying what the measure of time was that it was referring to — so Æliyäu was confused.
Chapter 4:
Thårijn returned to his mother's house later than usual due to a snowstorm and was greeted by Bæjern his older, unmarried brother, and his father who got upset at him for his causing Øbenn to be flogged earlier. Æliyäu read through the lineage of those who would've been kings of the Iøsenräl had there been a throne to sit on and a kingdom to rule over, and he started thinking about the kingly marriage tradition of the Iøsenräl law and wondering if all of Øbjen's wives were in accordance with the tradition, something he didn't know.
Excerpt of the Day:
""My son Øbenn, of my most beloved Götrude, was flogged a fortnight past," Øbjen began, his eyes turning light as they gazed at his half-full plate when he spoke of his second wife, but darkening as he continued. "I have spoken with him and found that it was your forked serpentine tongue which has caused such injury to befall him." He raised his head to gaze at Thårijn intently.
Thårijn said nothing, waiting for his father to continue.
"My son Øbenn tells me that you were at wrong, having over-struck the metal so as to cause it to be strengthened and give it a greater quality than all of the work which we waste upon our most evilly vile captors," Øbjen continued.
"Now I object," Thårijn said.
"You will let me finish," Øbjen said.
"I will state my objection before such comes to pass,"Thårijn snapped.
"What be your objection?" Øbjen growled.
"My strikes would not have been over-striking had Øbenn, my brother in half blood, been mindful and assured that my strikes did not land in such a way was to over-strike the weapon," Thårijn replied. "He moved not the sword upon the anvil beneath my hammer, and therefore the over-striking was done."
"My son Øbenn says that you would not cease to strike the metal," Øbjen said.
"That did not prevent him from moving the blade so that I would cease to be striking it and would have instead been striking only the anvil," Thårijn replied. "There was action and initiative that could have been taken by my brother in half blood, action which he did not take."
"Additionally it is said by my son Øbenn that you were calling him a fool and threatened to pulverize him with your hammer," Øbjen said. "However it was said that a soldier of our enemy came to end the quarrel which would've ended in favour to Øbenn had you spoken the truth and taken your proper punishment."
"If I would have spoken the truth then all would have suffered!" Thårijn shouted, shooting to his feet and slamming his palms down upon the table, flanking his untouched food. "If I would have said that I had over-struck the metal, causing it to be layered, and increasing its strength then they would have known our deliberation! Our enemies would have know that we are giving them weapons of lesser quality in hopes of causing them calamity at war and providing their downfall and our release would then have demanded of us that we layer the metal for added strength — or have faced far more severe punishments than that torture chamber would ever bring about! Should I have spoken the truth there could well have been slaughter! Slaughter likely of expendable individuals like yourself, old men who have no more use in the forges and smithies!""
Bæjern: bay-urn
Götrude: gut-rude
Thursday, January 01, 2015
Exile's End: Day 1
Word Count: 6,008
Summary of Events:
Chapter 1:
Æliyäu was wakened in the middle of the night by a strange voice calling his name, but belonged to no one, and ended up going back to bed. Thårijn headed to work in the forges of Møkbæsted, upset by the hopelessness of his people and ended up over flattening the sword he was working on, requiring it to be layered — which strengthens the metal — which was something they weren't in the habit of doing — to deliberately give their captors lesser-quality weapons than they could make — and got in an argument with his half-brother Øbenn and was confronted by Förstenräl soldiers, eventually sending Øbenn to be flogged even though he hadn't really done anything wrong. Æliyäu then dreamt that the voice came to him again and told him he had a task to do, which he pledged to do, and to not fail — lest his descendants be cursed because of it — he then awoke curious as to what his task would be.
Chapter 2:
Æliyäu then dreamt that he saw the ruins of Sönniväbæsted and began to wonder if the time had come for the Iøsenräl's exile to end and they would finally return to their homeland. Thårijn went to visit his mother and bemoaned how he felt his life was much more unfair than anyone else's. Helännä tried to console Thårijn, but he would take no consolation and also continued to feel guilt in regards to what had happened to Øbenn. Æliyäu, having acquired the original copy of Gråvenwød — copied from the floor of Ædinthenråd — began to read it, seeking information as to whether the time actually was in full.
Excerpt of the Day:
"To the south, closest to the river's course as it turned southeastwards, was the largest pile of rubble, rubble that was distinct because of its differing colour — being not the dark colour of the other rubble which had likely been hewn out of the mountain stone he himself stood on — white.
The white rubble formed an immense circle, Æliyäu knew the diameter was a substantial distance, it was almost greater in diameter than the width of the palace rubble. Unlike all of the other ruins, the walls were not randomly collapsed. They seemed — as impossible as it was — to be neatly collapsed, all of the rubble collected either to the centre of the circle, or to the outside, gathered close against the base of walls that encircled the floor, which had surely once been taller.
As the sun rose, Æliyäu could make out that there was odd markings on the floor of the white building and suddenly it occurred to him: he knew this place. He had never seen this place before, but its description had been handed down from generation to generation.
Five hundred and fifty two feet in radius — one thousand one hundred and four feet in diameter — the now-sundered walls had once been two hundred and forty four feet in height. The most immense and imposing structure that Æliyäu could've ever imagined to be made by man. Only mountains were of such immensity or greater. The white ruins were the remains of Ædinthenråd, the great temple built by Kæ Ædinthen VIII, the structure which had caused the ages of woe Æliyäu and his fellow people were currently suffering under.
Ædinthenråd had been built at the height of the peace and prosperity of his people — the most skilled metalworkers in the known world — it had been built to showcase the glory of the iron kingdom, Kænjiøs, and had become a place where Kæ Ædinthen VIII had been worshipped — for what Æliyäu, and most everyone else for that matter, knew not — until that night, that darkest night, the night that was the beginning of the dark, night-like times which Kænjiøs has entered into, and been sundered, dark times in which the Iøsenräl — now a nation without a kingdom, or a king — still dwelt.
That night the earth had shaken with the tremors of what was now called Nättenbägen, the earthquake which had ushered in the night that had yet to leave. When the citizens of this place, these ruins — then known as Sönniväbæsted — had awoken the next morning, they discovered the white ruins Æliyäu was now beholding, and they'd seen in clarity what now looked to have faded with the passing of an age: the words of Gråvenwød, the announcement of their punishment, engraved in Ædinthenråd's floor by the hand of Göd Himself."
Øbenn: ur-ben
Kæ: kay
Summary of Events:
Chapter 1:
Æliyäu was wakened in the middle of the night by a strange voice calling his name, but belonged to no one, and ended up going back to bed. Thårijn headed to work in the forges of Møkbæsted, upset by the hopelessness of his people and ended up over flattening the sword he was working on, requiring it to be layered — which strengthens the metal — which was something they weren't in the habit of doing — to deliberately give their captors lesser-quality weapons than they could make — and got in an argument with his half-brother Øbenn and was confronted by Förstenräl soldiers, eventually sending Øbenn to be flogged even though he hadn't really done anything wrong. Æliyäu then dreamt that the voice came to him again and told him he had a task to do, which he pledged to do, and to not fail — lest his descendants be cursed because of it — he then awoke curious as to what his task would be.
Chapter 2:
Æliyäu then dreamt that he saw the ruins of Sönniväbæsted and began to wonder if the time had come for the Iøsenräl's exile to end and they would finally return to their homeland. Thårijn went to visit his mother and bemoaned how he felt his life was much more unfair than anyone else's. Helännä tried to console Thårijn, but he would take no consolation and also continued to feel guilt in regards to what had happened to Øbenn. Æliyäu, having acquired the original copy of Gråvenwød — copied from the floor of Ædinthenråd — began to read it, seeking information as to whether the time actually was in full.
Excerpt of the Day:
"To the south, closest to the river's course as it turned southeastwards, was the largest pile of rubble, rubble that was distinct because of its differing colour — being not the dark colour of the other rubble which had likely been hewn out of the mountain stone he himself stood on — white.
The white rubble formed an immense circle, Æliyäu knew the diameter was a substantial distance, it was almost greater in diameter than the width of the palace rubble. Unlike all of the other ruins, the walls were not randomly collapsed. They seemed — as impossible as it was — to be neatly collapsed, all of the rubble collected either to the centre of the circle, or to the outside, gathered close against the base of walls that encircled the floor, which had surely once been taller.
As the sun rose, Æliyäu could make out that there was odd markings on the floor of the white building and suddenly it occurred to him: he knew this place. He had never seen this place before, but its description had been handed down from generation to generation.
Five hundred and fifty two feet in radius — one thousand one hundred and four feet in diameter — the now-sundered walls had once been two hundred and forty four feet in height. The most immense and imposing structure that Æliyäu could've ever imagined to be made by man. Only mountains were of such immensity or greater. The white ruins were the remains of Ædinthenråd, the great temple built by Kæ Ædinthen VIII, the structure which had caused the ages of woe Æliyäu and his fellow people were currently suffering under.
Ædinthenråd had been built at the height of the peace and prosperity of his people — the most skilled metalworkers in the known world — it had been built to showcase the glory of the iron kingdom, Kænjiøs, and had become a place where Kæ Ædinthen VIII had been worshipped — for what Æliyäu, and most everyone else for that matter, knew not — until that night, that darkest night, the night that was the beginning of the dark, night-like times which Kænjiøs has entered into, and been sundered, dark times in which the Iøsenräl — now a nation without a kingdom, or a king — still dwelt.
That night the earth had shaken with the tremors of what was now called Nättenbägen, the earthquake which had ushered in the night that had yet to leave. When the citizens of this place, these ruins — then known as Sönniväbæsted — had awoken the next morning, they discovered the white ruins Æliyäu was now beholding, and they'd seen in clarity what now looked to have faded with the passing of an age: the words of Gråvenwød, the announcement of their punishment, engraved in Ædinthenråd's floor by the hand of Göd Himself."
Øbenn: ur-ben
Kæ: kay
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