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The sisters ran the heights of Northfall.

Wardruna and Journey of the north.

The tiger sisters, Raisa and Seraphina.

They tracked the sheep along the reaches through the midday and that evening carried the lamb down to the forest for slaughter.

The Queen of Northfall calls out to her people and as she waits, Journey paints her sister's face in blood. As she did so, she sings, she prays…


Landvættir,
látið ekki,
illa vætta,
eyða friði.

Vættir góðar,
verndið oss,
heillir staðir,
hǫldum trú. (Land spirits,
do not let
evil wights
destroy the peace.

Good spirits,
protect us,
let sacred places thrive,
may we keep the faith.)

As they come, there are no words except words of chant. To those silently willing Wardruna would paint in motion with her sister. Down the muzzle, over the ears, the cheeks, the brow, past the eyes, against their chest…

Each marked differently than the last. With each stroke of blood they would speak, one in common, one in old norse, so that they may too know and speak these words.


Landvættir. Landvættir.
Verjið oss.
Landvættir. Landvættir.
Haldið frið.

Landvættir. Landvættir.
Heyrið spor.
Landvættir. Landvættir.
Dæmið vér.
(Land spirits. Land spirits.
Protect us.
Land spirits. Land spirits.
Keep the peace.

Land spirits. Land spirits.
Hear our steps.
Land spirits. Land spirits.
Judge us.)

When the last body was marked in blood of the lamb, they would march. Their path leading them from their northern coastline and along the cliff fades which would bring them to the forest of Promise and the flame which sat at the edge of the earth.

As purple light began to show dimly in the distance, Wardruna and Journey would pick up their song again, encouraging a chorus chant of those among them.

Land ok steinn vaka.
Fjall ok fjörðr hlýða.
Blóð fell í mold.
Járn sefr í hönd.
Vér göngum þögul.
Augu jarðar sjá.

Landvættir. Landvættir.
Verjið oss.
Landvættir. Landvættir.
Haldið frið.

Eiðr er bundinn.
Eldar deyja.
Forfeðr standa nær.
Nöfn þeirra lifa í mold.
Sverð ryðgar.
Jörð man allt.

Landvættir. Landvættir.
Heyrið spor.
Landvættir. Landvættir.
Dæmið vér.

Þórr fer um ský.
Óðinn þegir.
Týr tekr blóð.
En landið bíður.
Engi miskunn.
Engi grið.

Ef vér svíkjum.
Jörð brennr.
Ef vér stöndum.
Jörð styrkir.
Hold fellr.
Steinn stendr.

Landvættir. Landvættir.
Vér erum hér.
Landvættir. Landvættir.
Vér farum ei.
(Land and stone are awake.
Mountains and fjords listen.
Blood falls into soil.
Iron sleeps in the hand.
We walk in silence.
The eyes of the earth see.

Land spirits. Land spirits.
Protect us.
Land spirits. Land spirits.
Keep the peace.

An oath is bound.
Fires fade.
Ancestors stand near.
Their names live in the soil.
The sword rusts.
The earth remembers all.

Land spirits. Land spirits.
Hear our steps.
Land spirits. Land spirits.
Judge us.

Thor moves through clouds.
Odin is silent.
Tyr takes blood.
But the land waits.
No mercy.
No truce.

If we betray.
The earth burns.
If we stand firm.
The earth strengthens.
Flesh falls.
Stone remains.

Land spirits. Land spirits.
We are here.
Land spirits. Land spirits.
We do not leave.)

Through the forest they would gather their branch and to the flame they would feed it. They circled the fire. Some may hold torch in their jaws. Others displaying a show-horse of high steps as they pound the earth. Others would sing and sing and they would do these things until throats and feet were sore and the warmth of the flame would seem deep in their bones to carry them back home come dawn.


Achlys Agrippina Alder Carnifex Oberon Raisa (& Pluto if he was here at the time) Serafina Sreda Vitus