#nomad.starter

[cfdepths]

open starter - @nomadhqzstarters

Freyja had trussed up a makeshift target with old clothes and rags in the fields. At times like this she found that repetitive movements eased her nerves and allowed her to think more clearly. So far, Idunna had kept her presence in Edinburgh a secret from the other members of the Swedish court, but the runaway princess could only wonder how long it would be before she ran into another familiar face - perhaps one who wasn't as discreet as her sister. As she nocked another arrow and let it fly toward the target. It landed in the something akin the shoulder. Not her worst shot, but far from her best. It was then that she felt the prickly feeling of eyes on her. She nocked another arrow, just in case, and turned to the presence. "What? Have you never seen someone train before?"

[gxst]

WHO : adam & open ( @nomadhqzstarters ) WHERE : the marketplace WHEN : end of summer festival

adam  welcomed  the  atmosphere  of  the  bustling  marketplace  as  a  change  of  scenery  from  the  insides  of  the  castle,  having  been  sent  to  run  an  errand  and  dragging  it  out  for  as  long  as  he  assumed  he  could  get  away  with.  a  basket  of  fruits  and  cheese  in  one  hand,  he  found  himself  wandering  across  cobblestones  and  absentmindedly  taking  in  the  sights.  what  happened  next  should  come  as  no  surprise  -  this  was  adam,  after  all,  and  it  would  be  uncharacteristic  of  him  not  to  stumble  upon  some  misfortune  in  his  attempt  at  completing  a  task.  thus,  as  luck  or  the  lack  thereof  would  have  it,  his  shoe  caught  on  a  stone  on  the  ground,  sending  the  young  servant  tumbling  forwards  and  right  onto  the  unsuspecting  person  before  him  -  fruit  spilling  out  of  the  basket  and  all. 

[ohghxst]

status: open location: tavern

this supposed era of tranquility, if one could even label it as such, was slowly but surely driving him to his demise. he had fought tooth and nail for so long, only to be expected to play nice with these people now? the mere thought of it was laughable. the majority of them, if not all, would rather see him six feet under for the sins he had committed. he found their hatred for him humorous.

“ if you’ve come to damn me to some infernal abyss, you’ll have to wait your turn, ” he quipped, his eyes fixed on his plate of food. “ or at the very least, come up with a fresh insult, as i’ve hear them all before. ” @nomadhqzstarters

[ofdxngers]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟRIYA TOOK THE cake out of the oven, inhaling the sweet smell of the caramel apple she'd experimented with today. She kicked the oven door closed and placed the cake down on the counter. Pulling a chair up, she slid the cake to the side to cool a bit before flipping it out. Instead, she started working on a few decorations that she needed to harden. Riya hadn't expected anyone to enter the kitchen. Usually around this time, everyone was outside or wandering around other areas. Lifting her head, she turned to smile. "Can I help you? Did you need a snack or something more substantial? This won't be ready for another hour," she explained, pointing to the caramel apple cake.

@nomadhqzstarters

[cfkingdoms]

@nomadhqzstarters

the news of impending snow seemed to throw some people into worse distress than the constant rain. he could hardly blame them. but distress led to hysterics, which meant he had his hands full with a lot of nothing. "if you are also here convinced you have been cursed, i'm afraid i cannot help you beyond recommending a hot bath." carus turned, having heard approaching footsteps. "if it is a problem less magical, though, i would be more than happy to assist." unless, of course, they were willing to pay a bit extra for a bit of magic, for discretion. it had been some time now since he'd communed with a god. he should probably read up on some of the other pantheons, expand his services a bit.

[liesthehead]

@nomadhqzstarters | Caoimhe (ft. Niamh) and open

Perhaps it was wrong of her to laugh- but she cannot help it. Watching her daughter run through the freshly fallen snow had been enough to make her smile- but when the little redhead stooped to pick up a handful of the snow to form it into a ball, Caoimhe made no move to stop her. She should have expected the girl to throw it- but the laughter still escaped her when it was thrown at the other. "Niamh! I'm sorry, she's just a little excited." The queen looked to her daughter. "Please apologize, we do not throw things at people."

[fevilleter]

chloé friseal & open ( @nomadhqzstarters ) !

the summer festival was usually chloé's favorite time of year . when she was growing up , her mother used to braid flowers into her & her siblings' hair . then , they would dance until all the petals fell out -- going home with giggles and fighting over who would get to hold mama's hand the longest . gone are those days , and even though the joy is still surrounding throughout the event , it feels ... different . she's so deep in her thoughts that she does not hear her companion speak . shit . " sorry , " she says sheepishly , " what was that ? "

[gxst]

WHO : magnus & anyone WHERE : the viking camps, magnus' tent WHEN : october 6th baybee

it  was  not  an  ideal  way  of  spending  his  birthday,  that  much  was  for  certain.  laying  in  bed,  staring  up  at  the  ceiling  of  his  tent  -  so  uncertain  of  what  comes  next  and  still  with  the  damn  runny  nose  that  he’d  acquired  what  felt  like  ages  ago  but  more  likely  was,  what,  some  days?  either  way,  magnus  was  miserable.  it  had  become  almost  a  constant  state  for  the  young  viking.  even  now,  on  his  birthday.  curled  up  with  a  blanket,  listening  to  the  rain  fall  outside  the  tent.  mind  jumping  between  trying  to  process  all  that  had  happened,  and  trying  to  shut  it  all  out  in  favour  of  not  stressing  himself  out while his immune system ran amok.  

[gxst]

open starter // kelem (@nomadhqzstarters)

a little distraught, kelem found herself pacing the courtyard - knowing herself to be in trouble. a secret well kept was on the verge of being spilled, as her beloved cat had made a swift escape and was now hiding somewhere, yet to be found. furthermore, she didn't dare to ask for help. instead, she walked around, whistling for kiki to come to her before it was too late and someone else found her. she was too occupied peeking inside one of the bushes that would've made a great hiding spot for her feline friend to notice that she had been approached. it was only upon turning around that she noticed, and jumped as he did. "oh! i'm sorry, you scared me. can i help you?"

[gxst]

WHO : magnus & open ( @nomadhqzstarters ) WHERE : the viking camps WHEN : late at night

it should come as a surprise to no one that magnus was going through it. if you knew him, or perhaps even only knew of him, you would know he recently only barely escaped a physical altercation with his life still intact upon a still too recent visit to the local tavern - oskar and him had since somewhat settled their grievances with one another, but then again, oskar was unpredictable and he didn’t trust him not to start another fight should he find an excuse to. another big twist was, of course, his father finding him at last. something that he still hadn’t come to terms with, nor did he know how to process it. and as he always did when not knowing how to process, he chose not to, instead. 

this was why the young viking had found himself at a table in the viking camps with a cup of ale in his hand for the majority of the night. watching the steady flow of people coming and going, stumbling over their feet - much like he would also do, were he to stand up and attempt walking - those who belonged in the camp, and those who had only dared to enter now that there had been an open invitation to do so. thankfully, he knew better. he remained sitting - sipping his drink and occasionally letting his fingers brush over a recently acquired scar just in case it would have magically disappeared since last he checked; and perhaps waiting for something entertaining to find its way to him.

[gxst]

WHO : milo & anyone ( @nomadhqzstarters ) WHERE : the courtyard under a lil roof idk <3

he  was  not  himself,  that  much  was  certain.  being  under  surveillance  by  more  than  one  or  two  pairs  of  eyes  had  milo  overthinking  every  move  he  made,  even  while  in  the  company  of  his  love  he  still  found  himself  on  edge.  as  if  some  force  bigger  than  him  was  trying  to  pull  him  closer  towards  confession  by  each  day  that  passed,  and  no  matter  how  he  clawed  and  dug  his  heels  into  the  ground  he couldn't  stop  it.  he  had  no  intention  of  ever  revealing  what  he  had  done,  of  course,  but  he  could  also  recognise  how  he  was  coming  closer and closer  to  what  he  only  could  describe  as  madness.

this  day  was…  not  an  outstanding  one.  marius  had  promised  him  his  time,  yet,  here  he  walked  notably  alone  as  his  king  had…  well,  stood  him  up.  backed  down  on  his  promise.  or,  postponed,  rather.  but  rejection  stung  nonetheless,  amplified  - as  if  to  mock  him  personally -  by  the  sight  of  couples  well  able  to  find  time  to  spend  together.  not  to  mention  the  child.  god  knows  where  she  had  come  from,  but  what  had  been  more  hurtful  than  the  kick  to  his  shin  had  been  the  comparison  of  him  to  ilja  of  all  people - what his relation to the little gremlin was, was unbeknownst to milo.  he  knew  not  what  he  had  done  to  deserve  it,  but  he  also  knew  better  than  to  question  the  array  of  lunatics  crowding  scotland.  

if  misery  were  a  person,  it  would  be  him.  he’d  come  to  accept  it,  had  no  expectations  for  the  day  to  turn  into  anything  but.  thus,  he  found  himself  sinking  down  onto  a  seat  in  the  courtyard,  watching  the  rain  fall  from  the  sky  and  doing  his  best  to  ignore  the  urge  to  find  a  more  physical  release  for  his  anger.

[cfdepths]

open starter @nomadhqzstarters

Anneke looked at her new home with uncertainty. She missed the sun but the expansive green was reminiscent of Frisia. It was hillier here by a lot and since she had been in the Kingdom of Scotland it appeared to always look like it was about to rain. Still, she remained hopeful that this new beginning would yield better results than the last.

At least this time her siblings and friends would all get to stay with her. Looking around her at the unfamiliar surroundings, she began to regret not asking one of them to accompany her. She glanced around praying for anyone she would recognize but found none. Finding the closest person, she approached them. “Pardon me, could you please point me to the quickest way back to the castle?”

[ohghxst]

location: courtyard status: open

over  the  last  few  years,  becoming  invisible  had  all  but  become  a  skill  of  hers.  for  if  her  family  couldn’t  see  her,  she  was  safe  from  their  comments,  and  snide  remarks.  although  it  could  be  lonesome  at  times,  she  cherished  the  freedom  being  invisible  bestowed  upon  her.  moreover,  she  relished  in  the  court  gossip  she  overheard  when  people  forgot  about  her  presence  -  some  of  these  people  were  just  plain  awful.

aysun  wandered  mindlessly  through  the  corridors  of  the  scottish  castle,  eventually  ending  up  in  the  courtyard.  she  stopped  in  front  of  one  of  the  statues,  captivated  by  its  timeless  beauty,  weathered  by  the  harsh  scottish  elements.  her  hand  reached  out,  hesitatingly  hovering  over  the  face  of  the  sculpted  figure.  suddenly,  movement  caught  her  attention,  causing  her  to  swiftly  retract  her  hand  and  fix  her  gaze  upon  the  stranger.  “  forgive  me,  i  had  not  realized  anyone  else  was  here.  ”

[cfkingdoms]

"I'm watching, Wi-- I am, go ahead." She levels them with a look not unlike the one currently gracing their own face, a put upon sort of thing. Still, when the young girl is certain they are watching, she notches the arrow again, her hands slightly shaky as she looses the arrow. It doesn't hit the target, nowhere near, but they clap anyway. She seems pleased, and sets herself up to keep trying. "Don't think this means I'll let you practice by yourself all the time. Special occasion." This reminder gets them an eye roll, and she turns back to the target once more. They sigh, picking their cup back up from where they're leaning to keep an eye on her. Hearing someone approach, they turn just enough to acknowledge the other. "She's open to share so long as you don't patronize her." They said, nodding to where Winnie's currently busying herself. "She's plenty convinced she knows what she's doing. I'm just glad she hasn't taken notice of any of the blades yet."

[ohghxst]

status: open

location: tavern

there  was  so  much  going  on  in  scotland,  that  he  didn’t  know  what  to  latch  onto  to.  what  to  twist  in  some  made  up  story  that  surely  would  spark  some  chaos.  the  people  of  scotland  had  certainly  provided  him  with  much  amusement  since  coming  here,  yet  he  yearned  for  someone  more.  should  he  set  fire  to  their  already  meager  provisions  and  blame  it  on  one  of  the  royal  families?  nay,  he  would  undoubtedly  feel  the  repercussions  as  well.  perhaps  he  could  steal  the  prized  fowl  that  the  swedish  servant  had  as  a  pet  among  one  of  the  viking  clans?  that  could  definitely  be  fun  to  watch,  as  their  reputation  was  already  tanking.

“  where,  oh  where,  is  mayumi  in  this  moment  of  dire  need?  ”  he  murmured  to  himself,  gently  banging  his  head  against  a  wooden  beam  outside  the  tavern.  @nomadhqzstarters

[cfdepths]

open horror circus event starter @nomadhqzstarters location: castle dungeons tw: dissociation

It frustrated her to no end that she was an angry crier. The adrenaline had since worn off from trying to free herself from the guards that had dragged her down here and now she was left here in her anger and her rage. She wasn't alone, but when the outrage surfaced and brought tears she kept as quiet as she could lest the others - or worse, the guards - hear her. Freyja sniffled and scrubbed at her eyes in an attempt to hide the evidence.

She felt her mind drifting away from her body that sat on the cold floor in the dungeon and did nothing to stop it. She could remember this happening when she was young, after her parents death, but as the years passed it occurred less and less. She had no energy to try and fight it off this time. Muffled noises floated along the stone walls somewhere far, far away from her mind. She ignored it until a figure came into focus in front of her.