• Closed • Wounded Faith

Scars stitched by belief.

It is said that when the Immortal Treid was slain, his heart was buried in the shadows of the ice, cursed by the Immortal Audrae. His people built a city atop the frozen wasteland in hopes of one day finding it and resurrecting their fallen leader.

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Norgrim Dyrdahl

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Pellan's response short, Norgrim only watched the Elder as their discussion came to a close. His departure graceful and silent, all the while Norgrim simply relaxed, although for but a moment. As he had no chance to even close his eyes in contemplation before the visage of another entered his eyeline. The previously relieved look that donned the craftsman's face tightened again into it's nigh grim countenance while his name rang out from another's lips.


"Norgrim Dyrdahl?"

The rasped tone echoing forth much in the way his own typically did, features which seemed carved from ice countered his rock-hewn appearance nearly perfectly. An odd symmetry in the two men despite the at least apparent age difference, Norgrim's stance straightening as a result of this sudden scraping upon his eardrums. Another man, equally blunt as it were approached, robes likened to water stirred an instinctive fear within Norgrim, one which was easily suppressed for the moment. Only for the young man to lock upon this man's eyes while he continued the impromptu questioning.


"I saw what you did back there in the Hall. You know something and that is important to me. Tell me what happened with that Ellune girl - how did you know she intended to kill Pellan? But be truthful in your answer, for we, the Black Ice, do not forgive those that give lies."

Still defensive upon the abrupt approach of this man, Norgrim's brow only furrowed in confusion at the remainder of his words. His form tensing slightly, yet all the same in the man's own piercing gaze was seen genuine confusion at the question. Such further evidenced in his reply, for though despite a voice as grating as this male, there was a true innocence about the unfolding events entirely.

"Kill.. Pellan? I can't say I have any idea of what you speak about. I only wished to ask the Elder of how I was to serve our Father due to my own confusion on such a thing. I... really can't say much more than that sir."

Words trailed off, unsure of how to address the man as it were. In fact this entire thing seemed to burst from the aether as it were, for while he noticed a woman that seemed to be in a hurry, such didn't come to mind as for Norgrim those things indicated someone who was merely rushed. In fact having forgotten her entirely as she was another face for the male, nothing more or less as his eyes continued to examine the other's countenance.
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Kill.. Pellan? I can't say I have any idea of what you speak about. I only wished to ask the Elder of how I was to serve our Father due to my own confusion on such a thing. I... really can't say much more than that sir.

The operative of the Black Ice had interrogated many Ellune and he watched for the tell-tale signs that helped distinguish between truth and lie. In the case of Norgrim, the bearded fellow's confusion seemed genuine and yet it seemed to be undermined by his most harsh voice. Was it all a coincidence? The agent thought as he narrowed his eyes.

'I believe you.' He said finally. 'Your interference, in this case, seemed based on a foundation of instinct that you seem to not realize you have. It is a valuable asset that you should be mindful of.' He sighed and lowered the scabbard of his sword, relaxing somewhat. 'In any case, although the woman in question and her two accomplices are now deceased, it is likely someone saw your intervention, whether it was intended or not.'

The man opened his hand and from the palm protruded an icy blade of blue that rose upward. Once it reached a foot in length, the man spoke again. 'You are new to this city, I understand. You will need to protect yourself beyond just a simple hatchet.' As he spoke, the snow began to enshroud his form until he disappeared. 'Keep this conversation to yourself and you won't have to see me again.' Suddenly the snow all around dissipated to reveal the city square and those walking around, while the blade dropped from mid-air and speared a mound of snow. It glimmered invitingly.
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Norgrim Dyrdahl

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The eyes that scanned Norgrim's figured seemed as those of a man who worked alongside death's grasp before. Yet all the same to Norgrim there was an unnatural chill in every word spoken, not necessarily a sensation upon the lines of fear, however one that anyone could liken to that of prey. A sense of complete caution, despite the perceived threat diminishing. This male with each utterance merely cemented such a feeling within Norgrim, as such the young male only remained silent. It was all his body permitted him, as for while instinct is just that, it's powerful indeed and one which can aim to preserve the life of another as well as the life of oneself. The young craftsman therefore simply listening upon this man's continued speech, paying attention to the tone and facial expressions used, all the while simply keeping that tension about his nearly rock-hewn visage.


"I believe you. Your interference, in this case, seemed based on a foundation of instinct that you seem to not realize you have. It is a valuable asset that you should be mindful of. In any case, although the woman in question and her two accomplices are now deceased, it is likely someone saw your intervention, whether it was intended or not."

The apparent warning perked Norgrim's ears and once again cemented his already apt attention upon this apparent warrior, yet one the likes of which has hasn't seen before and likely will not again. The man's head turning in a silent examination, all the while remaining still before the warrior's actions seemed to be that of one arming himself. Norgrim attempted to move yet that sense of caution was in fact unfortunately fear. Such gripping his form and preventing any overt motion, his mind beginning to race while the male continued on his words.


"You are new to this city, I understand. You will need to protect yourself beyond just a simple hatchet. Keep this conversation to yourself and you won't have to see me again."

The ambient snow kicked up mid sentence, at this point Norgrim's body momentarily flooded with adrenaline as he prepared for the worst. Yet once the shroud settled, there was only the blade formed before him. His heart racing beneath his chest, the young man turned his gaze about momentarily. The whole situation surreal to him as it were, only for his eyes to land upon the blade once more, outwardly there was no change to the male, however once the realization of the male being gone hit, a visible release of tension poured from Norgrim's form. Simply stepping forth to the blade itself, remembering the words spoken to him only moments ago while reaching out to grasp the blade's hilt.

"Need to protect myself..."

Those words a scant whisper quickly drowned out by the clamor of business about Norgrim's form. Only to remove what to him appeared as a short sword, the ice which comprised it shone as crystal and seemed surreal for a weapon to be made from the ice alone. He was familiar with Ellune weapon craft to a degree and knew that at the very least some form of skeleton was needed to reinforce the ice, never before has he witnessed someone forge a weapon at will using Nilas alone. All the same, the chill of this weapon snapped Norgrim back to reality, knowing that he had to continue with his work and begin preparing for the following day as such responsibilities snapped back into his head. Glancing downwards, the blade was simply tucked into his belt for the time, as no proper scabbard was in his possession, only for the male to push the events aside for now.

Such things were best left to silent pondering instead of standing amidst a crowd of others as if you were a drunkard after all.
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Norgrim Dyrdahl qalar-Treid


Skills:
  • 3 + Observation
  • 2 + Socialization
  • 1 + Etiquette
  • 1 + Story Telling
Basic Knowledge:
  • Location: Hall of Statues
  • Location: Treidhart’s City Square
  • Treidhart: Assassins Lurk About
  • Worship: Giving Service to Treid
  • Instincts: Preserves Life
  • Snow: Feels good to an Ellune
  • Nilas: Sword Forged of Pure Ice
Specialised Knowledge:
  • Black Ice Operative: Chilling and Dangerous
  • Elder Morso: Religious, Wise and Full of Advice.
Rewards:
  • Ice Short Sword: Created by an operative of Black Ice, this razor sharp sword can be used multiple times before fragmenting and ultimately shattering - if struck against hard surfaces. Equivalent cost unused: 56 gn.
Notes:
I liked how you played your character within his limits despite all the bait I was throwing in your PCs path that an inexperienced RPer would have jumped at. Your writing was enjoyable to read and there was a lavish amount of description that made me really understand Norgrim as a character. I look forward to seeing more from you!

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