Post by Cornar the Black on Mar 16, 2021 15:38:50 GMT -6
"Does the presence of the seer truly spark fear in your souls?"
A cough and some gagging noises except the man dangling in the Jotun-Sized grasp. Cornar rolls his eyes and drops him, he hits the ground with a thud.
"Y-yes Jarl, her magic isn't of this world."
"What do you mean 'of this world?' What magic IS of this world, camera tricks and illusion like you'd see on the streets of this forsaken place? No, those are tricks you'd see in a mead hall or something you show to a crying babe to calm him down."
The viking slowly stands up, he is barely tall enough to look eye to eye with Cornar's nipples.
"Yes jarl, but her magic feels different. Feels dark."
"Because it is, it isn't of Aesir, it comes from Niflheim. The World of Fog, Ice, Cold and Magic."
The young viking hastily nods and his eyes dart left, he then marches right. A woman comes up to Cornar, head adorned with a deer skull and wrappings around her body. She slyly runs the back of her fingers across Cornar's mighty chest, eyes behind the animal bone ice blue and dazzling.
"Seer," Cornar snarls. He quickly snatches her wrist, she gasps and smiles.
"Now now Jarl, I was just admiring," she purrs through her nose, using Cornar's grasp to lead him into a building. The Seer puts Cornar in a chair and walks over to a mixing bowl, adding in a flower and some other ingredients.
"Now, Jarl.." she trails off.
"No games, witch," responds the Thunder-Armed, slamming his fist on the arm of the chair. "I didn't bring you over here to be seduced."
"Why am I here then, jarl?" the Seer asks, placing her hands on the headdress and removing it to reveal a drop dead gorgeous face.
"Every village needs a seer. Someone to make sure the Gods are appeased and other magics aren't present. Nothing more," Cornar insists, standing up from the chair. "I am bound to fight in the grand tournament in the fragile pyramid, I cannot defend this place from sorcery."
The Seer slowly begins removing the wraps from her arms, untangling them and revealing Norse tattoos on both arms, full sleeves. She looks at Cornar with those icy blue eyes and smiles. "That's it, Jarl?"
"I'm no fool, if I put a babe in your belly you'd use its power to fuel your sinister master," Cornar grunts placing his palm on the Seer's stomach. She grasps his wrist again, attempting to slide it downward but Cornar easily refuses.
"I serve no master, Jarl. My magic comes from beyond, yes, but it wasn't a gift. Nor was it learned. I was endued with the dark magic from the womb, my mother made a deal with the Fog Prince in Niflheim but my father was a mere mortal."
Cornar stops and peers into the Seer's eyes. "I can see the whale road in your eyes, Seer. A mesmerizing sight, but I am not here for your fruit, you are not here to receive my cock and I have a fight to get to."
The Seer sighs, exasperated and upset. Cornar places his fingers under the Seer's chin, though, and looks again into her eyes. "When this is done, I will give you the mighty hammer. If you are telling the truth, it'll be the one I was born with. If I find you're looking for nefarious power, it'll be Winterbreaker."
Cornar reaches beside the chair and retrieves Winterbreaker, swinging it gently into The Seer's pelvis.
"Do not disappoint me, Seer."
Cornar goes to walk away but a blue mist in the form of a tube goes in front of him, blocking his way to the door. He turns to see the mist coming from The Seer's fingertips. She smiles again, the wraps forming around her body all on their own.
"I won't."
Cornar the Black nods, walking forward with a shoulder check through the blue mist sending it dissipating.
