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The sun had returned.

The land shrouded in a lazy haze as the sun struggled in the sky from what was a week long slumber. A yawning forest stretched wide to the south and Wardruna parted the treeline to the lake in chilled fog and settled at its edge for a drink.

Northfall fell into limbo once more.

A year ago, a great king had fallen. Now, the young Konungr in its place had gone missing.

Wardruna had prayed to the gods, had made a sacrifice in their honor. Since then, the strength of plague which poisoned their world had eased. Upon the bloodmoon, she had taken part in another ritual with Vitus.

She has asked the gods for their guidance. Had prayed to her great father, specifically, to help Northfall return to the light it once held in this realm. Wardruna knew the key to the norsemen's success would be to return to their Norse gods. Gods which were denounced by their new leader. She just had not predicted that would mean removing Arvid from the picture all together in order to make their success happen.

Wardruna wondered where her young brother might have gone. If this was all just coincidence and that he might return from a journey which simply took longer then intended. Had the gods truly answered her prayers in this way? By removing the "problem" which had been her blood?

Wardruna takes a deep breath, a cloud of warm air stirring before her face as she sighs and looks out over the still water in silence.