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The Ages of Jafnríki

This is the basic outline of the historical timeline of Jafnríki. Sariel & her friends are currently in the 2nd Era of the 6th Age.

There are 2,000 years for each Age & an Era is 1,000 years (2 Eras in an Age). There are 6 Ages.

Note: O.W represents Old World & N.W represents New World

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Historical Timeline

1st Age - The Beginning (6000-4000 O.W)

Skepia Era - The Gods Creating Jafnríki

Regin Era - Building Civilisations

2nd Age - Guardians (4000-2000 O.W)

Tilkall Era - Guardians created & claimed their/their God's territory

Hræzla Era - Guardians monopolised/dictated their territories, spread fear of them & the Gods

3rd Age - The Lost Age (2000-0 O.W)

No one knows what happened during the 3rd Age, no record of it exists. Anything before the 3rd Age is believed to be a Myth/Legend (except from the Gods)

4th Age - The Establishment of The Realms (0-2000 N.W)

Sýna Era - Civil wars within each realm occur

Kol Era - Devastation after the civil wars and the rebuilding of the Realms

5th Age - The Imprisonment of Andlát (2000-4000 N.W)

Tæla Era - Begin to see dark creatures appearing in Jafnríki & growing in numbers

Stridha Era - First war between Andlát & the Realms, including her imprisonment at the end on Stridha - Called The Great War

6th Age - Current Age (4000-6000 N.W)

Nādhir Era - Time of peace after Andlát's imprisonment

Fyrtelia Era - Current Era - Began with the belief that Andlát had been freed, causing The 100-Year-War

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Jafnríki Calendar System

Here is the calendar system for my fantasy world Jafnríki! I thought it would be best to have a separate post to help as it will be mentioned in my stories and poems. Let me know if you have any questions!

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Concept of Time

10 days in a Week

40 days in a Month

15 months in a Year

3 seasons in a Year

600 days in a Year

Seasons

Gróa - Equivalent to Spring

Fǫlnað - Equivalent to Autumn

Myrkr - Equivalent to Winter

Days of The Week

Named after types of weather/elements

Snær - Snow

Vindr - Wind

Haglkorn - Hail-Stone

Þrymja - Thunder

Hregg - Storm

Él - Shower/Rain

Glugga-þykkn - Clouds

Sandr - Sand

Land-skjálpti - Earthquake

Logr - Water

Months of The Year

Ljóss - Light

Máttr - Might

Gamall - Old

Gull - Gold

Ævi - Time

Náttúra - Nature

Dagr - Dawn

Önd - Life

Tól - Tools

Tungl - Moon

Fara - Travel

Stiarna - Stars

Elskað - Love

Ginning - Tricking

Andlát - Death (Called the 15th Month by the people of Jafnríki)

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A Brother's Regret

A snippet from the early life of (Ascal) Alinar Silverstar, slipping between flashbacks (in italics) of a major event when he was 8 in Máttrríki to the present 20 years later in Gamallríki.

Alinar, Elijah & Sariel are all using their child names (Ascal, Nigel & Kallista respectively)

Word Count: 2,587

!Warning! Mentions of death and hinted trauma

Note: Elves take the last name of the parent of the same gender, except when orphaned and raised by another family member. When they marry, they hyphenate them & their partner's name.

I have also created my own calendar system which is mentioned in A Brother's Regret and will be in my masterlist.

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Two children hovered over a beaker held above an open flame in a dark workshop. It had machines scattered everywhere, tools covering most work surfaces. Cloths draped over the lattice windows, pipes, and ducts were bolted onto the walls and ceiling, creaking every time something passed through them.

Both of them had porcelain skin, ocean-blue eyes, and blood-red locks. Their ears pointed elegantly at the corners. The younger child had a lean build compared to the girl, who was around a foot taller, developing curves from the early stages of adolescence.

The boy’s arm cuffs matched the goggles perched upon his head, gold decorating the navy blue. He held a belt around his waist, storing a pouch and various vials containing different substances and powders. The girl’s neck was accompanied by a restored pocket watch, the old, rusted chain replaced with a golden one.

The older child gazed at the younger, concerned. Bubbles emerged from the mixture now and again. The boy’s eyes glistened as he peered at the brew in progress, swapping between mixing the substance and preparing the next ingredient.

‘Aurae!’ The boy – now a young man screamed, shooting up from his bed, beads of sweat rolling from his forehead, hair slightly damp.

The child had grown into a fine young elf. His height rivalled most, and his physical build was well-developed, broader, and stronger. His blood-red locks grew softer and more fluffy, curls slightly more defined with time; he kept his hair at a similar length and style, although its maintenance was more infrequent. His button-up pyjamas clung to his skin.

Upon hearing his screams, another flung the door to the bedroom open and rushed to his side. His ears differed slightly from the young elf’s; their corners were softer, not quite an elf’s, but not human either. He bared ash-brown hair and sky-blue eyes.

‘What happened, Ascal? Another nightmare?’ He asked, his voice panicked but soft.

‘It’s fine, Nigel. Same as always. As fresh as the day it happened.’ Ascal’s breathing slowed, glancing at Nigel. ‘I’ll be downstairs soon. Go and eat; save some for me.’

The corner of Nigel’s lips moved slightly as he made his way to the door. ‘You better hurry up, though; Ailwyn and Kallista will be here soon. Wouldn’t want to miss them.’ Ascal immediately ripped the bedsheet off of his legs, spinning his body to stand. ‘Thought that might get you moving!’ Nigel’s cheeky grin flashed brighter than ever, closing the door behind himself.

Once Ascal stepped downstairs, he was welcomed by a young, elderly woman. Her grey hair still had hints of her once-ash head, and her eyes held a warm golden hue. ‘Oh! Ascal, you’re finally awake. Your food’s on the table.’

He kissed her on the cheek, ‘Thanks, Amelia. What time are Kalli and Ailwyn coming over?’ Amelia whipped her head around to Nigel and threw an old rag at him.

‘Stop giving the boy false hope! It’s the third time this week. He won’t believe you when they actually come round… We’ll probably see them tonight, Ascal; it’s Nigel’s first night performing in the Treacle Well, so no doubt they’ll be there.’

‘It’s fine, Amelia. He’ll do anything to take the piss out of me.’ Ascal was now also facing Nigel, ‘Why in the Four Realms didn’t you tell me about it when you woke me? That would have gotten me out of bed!’

‘But would it have been as effective?’ Both men snickered as Ascal sat down to eat his porridge.

‘Now hurry up and eat! You two squabbling’s going to make Ascal late for market.’ Amelia began placing jars into small crates, Nigel helping.

‘He’s lucky he’s a Máttríkian. His concoctions would be labelled as witches’ brews otherwise.’

‘Who’s to say they don’t? I make special orders for the Royal Guard; probably the only reason I’m not burning at the stake.’ Ascal picked up the filled crates. ‘I’ll see you both later, okay?’ He glanced at the top crate and noticed a couple of bottles missing, pausing in his tracks. “Did I not bring through the flash bombs?”

‘Don’t think so? Wasn’t there when we were packing up. Must be in your shed.’ Nigel noted.

‘I’ll have a look, thanks.’

As Ascal entered his little workshop, his eyes clasped onto the bottles on his workbench. As he went to grab them, one slipped from his grasp.

‘Are you sure you’ve got everything right?’ The girl wondered.

‘Don’t worry, Aurae! When have I ever screwed up one of my famous concoctions?’

‘Do you really want me to answer that?’

‘Look, I’m the master of elixirs! Just a few drops of mercury…’

‘I don’t think it’s a good idea, Ascal. Adding it to this heat is-‘

‘Rae, I love you, but it’s fine! I don’t argue with you when you build your machines. Trust me!’

‘Then don’t blame me when Father wrings your neck for blowing up his workshop. Again!’

‘That was one time!’ Both children giggled in remembrance.

Ascal saved the fallen bottle with his boot, chest heaving. He sat down against his workbench, taking a moment before leaving for market.

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In the evening, Ascal made his way towards the Treacle Well Inn. In a quaint corner of the town, the small tavern built of wood and stone lay by the neighbouring farmers' fields as the sun set behind it. The lanterns had a warm flicker, inviting everyone who passed and leading them into the lively tavern. Tables filled the room: round, square, long, small, large, all occupied with people. The bar ran across the length of the tavern; a middle-aged couple, a young man, and a few barmaids bustling behind it, serving those sitting and standing on the other side. On the opposite wall, a large fireplace was built in the centre, clear of tables except for a stool in front.

As Ascal stepped inside, he immediately heard shouts from the middle of the tavern, finding their frantic waves once turning to the commotion. Amelia and Nigel sat with their friends, Ailwyn and his niece, Kallista, in their farming overalls. Ailwyn had long, dark-brown hair falling to his waist with sections in thin braids; his blue eyes sparkled like jewels, complimenting his cool-toned complexion.

Kallista held similar features to her uncle, although her hair held soft curls, shading a cherry hue that glowed in the light. Her eyes were bright like blue sapphires, lighting up every room, complimented by the subtle pink brushed against her cheeks. Her complexion was flawless. Even working in the fields and with the animals never left a mark, the sun never tainting her pale ivory skin. To Ascal, even in her farming overalls, she outshined everyone in the room.

Ascal waved back, making his way over. He sat between Nigel and Kallista, hugging the latter. Kallista began to interrogate Ascal, ‘You took your time! Slow day?’

‘It wasn’t too bad; I still sold everything.’ He smiled at her.

‘Did you make anything new? Did you make anything from Máttríki? What about that new elixir you mentioned the other day? Is there any progress?’ Her excitement grew with every question; fascination and intrigue sparkled in her eyes.

‘Slow down, Kallista! You’ll confuse the poor boy with all of your questions.’

‘It’s all right, Ailwyn. I made a new salve for treating wounds; I made a couple of flash bombs for special orders, common in Máttríki; and I nearly shocked myself, so I’ve got a good few kinks to work out.’ The two of them continued to talk while they waited for Nigel to perform.

‘Would you ever let me see you make one of your famous concoctions, Ascal?’ Kallista questioned. Ascal paused in his chair, eyes glossing over.

Drip, drip, drip. BOOM!

The girl grabbed her brother, shielding him from the failed mixture. Smoke and flames surrounded them as they both collapsed onto the floor.

‘Shit. Aurae! We need to go. Aurae! Can you hear me? Aurae!’ Her body fell limp, weighing heavily on the younger boy. Eyelids sealed from the chaos surrounding them both.

‘Aurae! Ascal! Where in the Four Realms are you two?’ A deep voice roared into the workshop.

‘Fath-‘ He violently coughed, ‘Father! Over,’ he coughed again, ‘here!’ His helpless cries falling fainter…

‘Ascal? Ascal? You okay?’ Ascal slowly turns in Kallista’s direction, his skin paler than before.

‘I’m fine, don’t worry. I don’t think it would be a good idea, Kalli. You know how I am with people being in there.’

‘It’s fine, I don’t want to pry.’ Kallista swiftly changed topics. ‘Do you think people will throw their drinks at him?’ Kallista whispers.

‘I bloody hope not! He’s been practising for hours on end; if this goes bad, I’ll never hear peace again.’ They both chuckle at Ascal’s remark, turning to the fireplace to watch Nigel’s performance.

Hours passed of drinking, talking, joking, singing. All worries distant from the mind. Ailwyn stood up and made his way to Ascal’s chair. ‘Come and get another drink with me?’ He nodded and followed the older elf. ‘I know you have been waiting for this. I would have given it to you earlier, but I didn’t want to upset Kallista.’ Ailwyn passed him a letter reading:

            Dear Ascal Silverstar,

            On Hregg 35th Máttr 5116 N.W at 10.47 p.m., you were suspected and convicted of multiple crimes in the workshop of Elandorr Silverstar-Darkmoon, Steamstall, Máttríki. The Máttríki authorities have since revised this case on behalf of Tári Darkmoon-Silverstar, and we have cleared you of all convicted crimes.

            Yours Sincerely,

            The Máttríki Government

‘He can’t stay here, Tári. He wouldn’t survive the trial in this state.’ The father held the mother’s shoulder, softly pulling her back.

She turned her attention to her husband, ‘It was an accident! How can they let an eight-year-old fight a grown warrior over something like this?’

‘I know. I know. But the trial is still the same, accident or not.’

‘He’ll be persecuted there. Anyone like us-‘

‘That’s exactly why he’s safer there than anywhere else in Jafnríki.’

Ascal suppressed his wails and cries, ‘Don’t let me go, Father! I want to stay! I’ll fight and win. I’ll come home!’ His pleading became desperate as fear and loneliness clouded him.

‘We would if we had any other choice. You nearly died; you will die in that arena if you don’t run. We’ve booked you passage to Gamalríki. No one will look for you; you’ll be safe, Ascal…’

‘That’s all we want, darling. We’ll fight for you, and one day, we’ll see you again.’ Ascal’s Mother kissed his forehead as a woman entered the room with two large satchels.

‘Hello, Ascal. I’m Amelia Elkas, and I’ll be looking after you in Gamalríki.’

‘No! I don’t wanna go! Don’t let me go, Mother, Father! Please! No! NO!’

Ascal sat quietly for a moment. ‘I can go home?’

‘Yes, Ascal, you can. I will take you through the tunnels in three days. Then you can return home to your parents.’

‘Thank you, Ailwyn! You don’t realise how much this means to me. What should I tell Kalli? She’ll be devastated.’

‘Tell her tomorrow. There’s no point in upsetting her now. They’ll all see you off.’ Ascal hugged Ailwyn, nearly restricting his breathing – a new hope of life.

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On the day of Ascal’s departure, Kallista was in tears. ‘Why do you have to go? Aren’t you happy here? What’re you gonna do?’ He cupped her face and swiped her tears with the pad of his thumb

‘Don’t worry, Kalli, you will see me again. You’ll probably find me in Máttríki one day! My father’s workshop’s in Steamstall, the Capital.’

‘I better! Then you can show me all of your inventions.’ She smiled and hugged him.

He then turned to Amelia, who did the same ‘I’ll miss you, Ascal. It’s been wonderful looking after you these last 20 years.’

‘I’ve appreciated every moment!’

Next was Nigel. ‘You better behave when you get back there! None of the shenanigans you caused here!’

Drip, Drip, Drip.

‘Don’t worry, I know. A disaster waiting to happen.’

Ailwyn placed a hand on his shoulder. ‘It’s time to leave, Ascal.’ He nodded, waving goodbye.

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‘Is this the place?’ Ailwyn and Ascal stood outside an old workshop. His father’s workshop.

‘Yeah, this is Father’s place. Mother should be in there waiting for me.’

‘We will part ways here then. Are you sure about this, Ascal? I heard you still have nightmares of that night. You were young! No one would blame you for not coming back.’

‘It was a long time ago. This is where I need to be, where I’m meant to be. I promised them I would come back.’  Ascal took out an old pocket watch, looking down and cradled it in his hands, ‘I can’t break that promise.’

‘I understand. Thank you, Ascal, for everything. I hope you are happy and thrive here. Become a great inventor!’

‘Thank you, Ailwyn. I appreciate it; let me know how everyone is getting on.’

‘Of course.’ Ailwyn hugged him goodbye, waiting for Ascal to enter the workshop before leaving for Gamalríki. As Ascal entered the workshop, there was no change – Every brick, pipe, and machine was in its rightful place. Most of the items were relatively new due to the fire, but every memory made lay fresh in its history.

‘Mother! Father! I’m back! I’ve finally come home- Robin? What are you doing here? Where’s Mother and Father?’ Robin was one of his father’s apprentices. He had a short, stocky build with oily black hair, his chin holding a bit of stubble. His brown eyes matched his work overalls.

‘Sorry, Ascal. I thought you knew.’

‘Knew what?’ Ascal dropped his satchel, closing some of the distance between them.

‘Your dad was recruited to the front for one of his machines a couple of years after you left. He died about a year before the end of the war.’

‘And Mother?’ He now sat on the nearest chair.

‘She wanted you home. She tried for many years with no luck; the only way-‘ he sighed, contemplating. ‘The only way to bring you home was to take your place. I was told to look after the place until you arrived. I’m sorry, kid.’

‘He’s moving,’ He heard as he awoke from slumber. ‘Ascal, can you hear me? Do you remember what happened?’ Ascal fluttered his eyes, greeted by his parents sitting on either side of his bed. A desk scattered with books, papers, and tools mingled with each other, illuminated by a small lamp on the corner of the table. Cupboards filled with vials and bottles filled with a mixture of serums and powder-filled capsules. Bunson burners and experimental items filled the counters below in the process of fashioning a new drug.

‘I- I was making a new elixir with Aur- wait… Where’s Aurae?’ Ascal shot up from his bed, panicked, eyes darting around at everything in sight. No sign of his sister. ‘Where is she? Mother’

‘Calm down, darling, you’re injured.’ His mother’s hands cupped his face. ‘Please, just breathe. Focus on getting better.’

‘What happened to Aurae? Please, Mother, tell me! I need to see her.’ Tears trailed down the mother’s hands, pooling in the crevice between their touching skins. ‘Is Aurae safe?’

‘I’m sorry darling…’

‘No! Please, no! Mother? She’s just in the other room! She’s fine!’ His mother could only shake her head as the boy’s cries and screams encapsulated the room, filtering out into the hallway.

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The Four Realms - Poem

A poetic introduction to the Realms of Jafnríki

Word Count: 281

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Old Gold Light and Might.

The Gods of Legend!

The Gods of Fate!

The Gods of our world,

The Creators of our lives!

Realms built!

Civilisations born!

Realms in memory,

in memory of our Gods.

Humans of Old!

Dwarves of Gold!

Elves of Light!

And Everyone of Might!

Realms belonging together,

beholding their own charms.

The Realm of Old!

Left to crumble,

stuck in the past,

bitter about history,

wishing for a change.

The people keep to themselves,

mainly the humans;

the others are a merry old bunch!

Elves, gnomes, halflings, dwarves, mixes of them all!

All join together to sing, drink and cheer

in the good ol' Treacle Well Inn!

The Realm of Gold!

Thrives in our world,

mined from the deep,

keeping the world afloat.

Ruled by the dwarves,

the Kings of caves!

Marvel over their wealth,

with an ale in both hands!

The Realm of Light!

Ruled by starlight,

everyone marvels at its delights

and their gift of foresight.

Elves flow with grace and elegance,

servants of the evening elements.

They bathe in the moonlight,

they worship the starlight,

they marvel at the future,

they bless all imminent rumours.

The Realm of Might!

What a beautiful sight.

Inventors of the West,

builders of the world,

bringing forward new dreams.

Everyone is welcome!

Every race and creature,

come on in! We need new minds!

The people of Might innovate for the future;

they live in their own world,

full of possibilities.

Only one could disturb their peace,

and cause destruction in its waking path,

the Goddess of Death!

What a terrible fate,

a fate that broke free

and cause decades of war,

leaving the Realms to rebuild from dust.

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The Gods of Jafnríki - The Beginning

An introduction to the beginning of the 15 Gods of Jafnríki

Word Count: 581

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Long before the world began, mighty beings appeared in the darkness, one after the other. Each of these beings possessed unique abilities: abilities that could bring wonder to the void.

The first being that appeared to exist was Ljóss, who possessed the ability of light; she became a symbol of purity and goodness, and many sought her ideals.

The second was called Máttr, full of might, strength and power; soldiers would call upon him and his power against their foes.

The third, Gamall, stands by tradition, preserving the history of the world; he is seen as stubborn and outdated compared to his siblings.

The fourth being was Gull, famous for his riches and fortune; many offerings were made to him in the hope of great fortune in their lives.

Ævi was the fifth to appear; possessing time itself held great power, receiving many offerings from others. She marked the beginning of the ticking clock; movement could be seen through the darkness.

Náttúra, the sixth, held control over nature, bringing life to the world. She was a gentle soul, yet she held natural strength and power; her power would remain as long as there were flowers, plants, and trees. Her appearance marked the beginning of a world, bright and full of colours… Untouched.

The seventh, Dagr, birthed the dawn, the rise of the sun. He marked the beginning of the world, a warming light dissipating the darkness. His demeanour was warm, comforting, and many offerings made to him were for happiness or for a new beginning.

Önd was the eighth, life itself. Dominion over any living creature, the birth of the living. A delicate being, holding great value in the little things, many give offerings to them for long life, fertility, or peace.

The ninth was Tól, a genius and inventor of many things. Logical, scientific, precise. Mediator of his siblings. Offerings made to him are hope for knowledge, wisdom, ideas, and prayers for working inventions.

Tungle, the tenth, began the glow of the moon. The world moving, day and night, born into the abyss. Many follow him to reflect and grow, to make a kinder world.

The eleventh, Fara creates freedom. The freedom to live, to adventure, to travel. Merchants, soldiers, adventurers, and the common folk always welcome her blessings of safe passage.

Stiarna was the twelfth; her eyes held the stars that accompanied Tungle in the abyss. Stars tell stories, prophesies; many use her guidance to see events that have not yet happened.

The thirteenth was Elskað, the embodiment of love, the beginning of feelings. His appearance built friendships, romances, families. Many of his offerings are made for love and the happiness of their loved ones.

Ginning, the fourteenth, a master of trickery and mayhem. His abilities brought the good and the bad: lots of innocent fun or masterminds of charlatans.

The final sibling to appear was Andlát. The tragedy of death. Many fear her through no fault of her own, her abilities the balance between good and evil. The only offerings to her are to leave them be, not to appear and take them away from the world.

The world began to form with each appearance of the entities, each a crucial role in its function. To show their equal roles, the beings that would one day be known as the 15 Gods: The Gods of Light, Might, Old, Gold, Time, Nature, Dawn, Life, Tool, Moon, Travel, Stars, Love, Tricking, and Death. They named their world Jafnríki: Equal Realm.

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Welcome to The World of Jafnríki - Masterlist

Hi guys! I'm Jess, 20, from the UK in my 3rd year at Uni studying English Language with Creative Writing.

I'm a fantasy writer of my world Jafrníki, currently DMing a campaign set in The 100-Year-War & I'm planning to write a novel series surrounding an Elven girl called Sariel and her friends, Fargrim (Dwarf), Karl (Gnome), Elijah (Half-Elven), Cade (Human), and Alinar (Consilli Elf).

I'll be posting short stories about my main characters, minor characters and events of Jafnríki, as well as some poems from my world (but these will be infrequent because of coursework but might improve after January as most work will be creative writing)

Below The Map of Jafnríki is my Masterlist! I hope you enjoy The Chronicles of Jafnríki!

Note: Names of the World, Realms, Gods, Seasons, Days of the Week, & Eras are Old Norse words, hence some characters in the words don't exist in the English alphabet.

Jafnríki Calendar System

The Ages of Jafnríki

The Gods of Jafnríki

The Beginning (added 23/11/24)

Sariel & Friends (The brackets are an Elves' child name)

(Kallista) Sariel Nighthowl (Elven Farmer)

Coming Soon

(Nigel) Elijah Elkas (Half-Elven Bard)

Coming Soon

Fargrim Battlehammer (Dwarven Blacksmith)

Coming Soon

Karl Clubfoot (Gnome Monk)

Coming Soon

Cade Tealeaf (Human Tavern Owner)

Coming Soon

(Ascal) Alinar Silverstar (Consilli Elven Artificer)

A Brother's Regret (added 23/11/24)

Poems

The Four Realms (added 23/11/24)

Note: Consilli Elf is an original elven subtype found in Máttrríki (known for their intelligence)

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