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There are ghosts here. I want that to be known above all else - there are ghosts. Everyone thinks it, in that uncertain way where myths feel real when you step close enough to them. But I want you to know.
As I write this now, I may very well have joined them. I don’t know if I’ve yet taken my last breath, or if I’m still clung to the mortal plane, or if I’m somewhere in between the two. The steel in my gut has long since become cold, and blood on its hilt thick and dark.
Son of Iron, spare me your mercy. I wish to take this slow death. I wish to write.
I smell the sea. I think it’s more than the delirium of blood loss - I think it’s a memory these ghosts carry ( I see them, washed out, wandering, lost. ). Most of them- most of us have made lives for ourselves on the ocean. I smell the iron of whale’s blood, I hear its dying song, I taste the salt from tears. I carve stories into its ribs, so that we both might be remembered. I’m home. I’m listening to an elder tell me of Knut and the Wolf Witch, hoping she’d one day tell children of me, too.
I’m in the field.
No, no I’m home.
I;’m home, and I’m getting my third chapter tattooed onto my ribcage. My skin is a novel, so the very earth itself will remember me if no man will. Fresh snow melts against my aching body, and it soothes me.
I’m…. I’m in the field.
I;’m home, and I’m listening to an elder tell me of it. That field. That this a bloodweary place, soaked to its core with decay. She tells me it's been the place of many battles, seen too many men die, and too many weapons lose the hands of their masters. That these ghosts are all those masters, damned to wander until they find their blade and are taken into the arms of Hyrr.
I want you to know there are ghosts, here. I am here. I want that to be known above all else - I am here.
-- a journal sits in a war torn meadow, stiff with permafrost, forgotten
intro
The Stalhúð are wow im tired now ok basically they’re a seaside clan that hunts giant ocean beasts ( but mostly just like whales ), are super respectful of the earth, and believe that you only stay in the afterlife so long as ur story is, in some form, remembered. They are horrible record keepers ( in terms of literature ) but in place of written history tales are immortalized in carvings ( on pillars, great hall walls, ships, etc ), memorabilia ( swords, family heirlooms ), stories, and in song ( war chants, lullabies, etc ), and body art. multiple familial lines exists within the clan and you're free to make ur own! the clan as a whole, however, hold most of ivras in contempt, as it is their belief that the current pantheon of the kingdom is responsible for the slaughter of their own gods. because of this, they tend only to deal with well established fences for old ivras. they have a ton to trade! a large portion of the population are some form of harvester of the ocean, and because of this we encourage players to make their own vessels and crews within the clan! there will eventually be mini events with oceanic titans to hunt and all that jazz!!! idk !!! im excited!!!!! this is a collab between me and Ecliptic-Kase everything is a wip but feel free to ask questions on discord as we get set up!
