un: ragnvaldr | video

[devowr]

[A pretty man with red hair and a thick grey fur shawl around his shoulders appears, seeming hesitant for a moment. He understands that this is how it works, having seen it before. Still. It’s new to him. ]

Good evening. [For those who speak English or its interdimensional equivalents will hear a thick Scandinavian accent. His voice is clear and confident, and he offers a warm smile to the camera.]

Though the snow and creature-rearing has kept us busy and indoors these past weeks, there is no reason we cannot get to know one another. Afterall, must we wait until spring to match-make? So much idle time, so much plentiful food… I think we should all become better acquainted.

My name is Ragnvaldr, the qualities that make me a good husband include hunting, fishing, wood-chopping, and leather making. Also, I am literate.

Comments

[devowr]

Is that so? So our jailers are limited in their control as well.

[What does all of this mean?]

What are we truly meant to be doing here? I thought it was just about proving our worth.

[messenger]

We don't know. It's possible that all of this has been orchestrated. [ including those incidental dangers they've faced, like the spirits, and the krampus, and im'mari. ] We have no way to confirm anything they've told us — Including whether our worlds are actually in any danger.

[devowr]

It is believable enough to me. I don’t know about your world, but ours was on a precipice. War, disease, the rise and fall of new gods in the shadow of the old ones. I cannot imagine it holding together forever.

[He swirls all of that around in his mind like a cooking stew.]

What of where you come from? Do you believe it yourself?

[messenger]

My world was on the brink of apocalypse, but a single world's death is nothing to the universe.

[devowr]

[You can’t just be saying this to a medieval man. It was bad enough that he was here, grappling with it all. ]

It sounds as if it may have some correlation, don’t you think?

[messenger]

No.

[ sorry, ragnvaldr. ]

I know the exact manner and means of my apocalypse, and it had nothing to do with any of this.

[ he sighs and rubs his hand over his eyes, weary. god may want them to duke it out amongst themselves, but what point would there be to an apocalypse they can't even see, sudden and unavoidable? there's no possible way that his father wouldn't have known about all this.

it's even less likely he'd leave it to some other god. ]

[devowr]

…That’s interesting information for someone to have. Why do you have it?

[This other guy just seemed put out about it, rather than worried. How strange.]

[messenger]

It's nothing good.

[ he admits, looking somehow both wry and shame faced. he's a terrible angel, and maybe he always was.

still, he's learned he shouldn't blab all his sectets right out in the open like this. ]

But you should speak with Aurora. I may not trust her, but she does seem to answer what questions she can. And if you do have a child, perhaps she can help you keep it safe.