6/28/2025, 2:36 PM
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Midsummer's day, main thread
「 Skill Point ― n/a 」
Midsummer's day, main thread
「 Skill Point ― n/a 」
The scene had been set, and the dawn light had faded into the baby blues that graced the sky that day. The southern island was awake with life, quests from all over welcomed to the island for a celebration of good health, fortune, and to ward off the evil spirits that seemed to possess this aging world.
A couple of rock slabs had been used to cater to the festivities, the boars hunted the day prior were laid out for a feast, and fish and various vegetables were available for those less inclined by the red, gamey meat. Of course, it wouldn't be a Viking festivity without the honey-glazed berries, fermented just right for anybody to enjoy, scattered in various piles across the slabs. Tyr was hiding the good stuff to keep it out of reach of the children; the psychedelics were only for adult consumption.
Cairns had been built, and scattered around the grassy hills, found even amongst the various groves that broke up the open landscape. He'd spent a couple of hours a day trying to source antlers and bones for the occasion, decorating each podium with them while vines, grasses, and flowers had been picked that morning to set the stage and complete the decor.
Behind him was one of those groves, a spot chosen for one purpose alone. The god stood upon the worn, dusty earth underneath the natural arch of a rowan tree, a tree believed to bring protection and life, that was equally as decked out in flowered vines and other aesthetically pleasing decorations. This would be the center of their festivities in the valley.
He stood tall, awaiting his guests while casting a watchful gaze across it all. Pride was blossoming in his chest as a gentle breeze blew dandelion fluff and other random petals across the territory. It was truly a sight to behold and enjoy, especially with all the springs just waiting to cool everyone off during the peak of the sun's rays. It was a time to remember, to seek forgiveness, experience love, and regenerate all that you thought you had lost.
He spied the first beginning to arrive and straightened, a charming smile falling naturally onto his maw in greeting.
to help visuals, I very much picture the south as the lower altitudes of Switzerland and Norway. Rolling hills with trees scattered around, springs here and there running through the valleys, with waterfalls scattered around in areas that meet cliffs. Clear views of the mountains in the back.
A couple of rock slabs had been used to cater to the festivities, the boars hunted the day prior were laid out for a feast, and fish and various vegetables were available for those less inclined by the red, gamey meat. Of course, it wouldn't be a Viking festivity without the honey-glazed berries, fermented just right for anybody to enjoy, scattered in various piles across the slabs. Tyr was hiding the good stuff to keep it out of reach of the children; the psychedelics were only for adult consumption.
Cairns had been built, and scattered around the grassy hills, found even amongst the various groves that broke up the open landscape. He'd spent a couple of hours a day trying to source antlers and bones for the occasion, decorating each podium with them while vines, grasses, and flowers had been picked that morning to set the stage and complete the decor.
Behind him was one of those groves, a spot chosen for one purpose alone. The god stood upon the worn, dusty earth underneath the natural arch of a rowan tree, a tree believed to bring protection and life, that was equally as decked out in flowered vines and other aesthetically pleasing decorations. This would be the center of their festivities in the valley.
He stood tall, awaiting his guests while casting a watchful gaze across it all. Pride was blossoming in his chest as a gentle breeze blew dandelion fluff and other random petals across the territory. It was truly a sight to behold and enjoy, especially with all the springs just waiting to cool everyone off during the peak of the sun's rays. It was a time to remember, to seek forgiveness, experience love, and regenerate all that you thought you had lost.
He spied the first beginning to arrive and straightened, a charming smile falling naturally onto his maw in greeting.
to help visuals, I very much picture the south as the lower altitudes of Switzerland and Norway. Rolling hills with trees scattered around, springs here and there running through the valleys, with waterfalls scattered around in areas that meet cliffs. Clear views of the mountains in the back.
