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Yep en route - gonna try and speed it up in a post with @Leotamer so we can get this party started!!!

@Leotamer - Quill
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Svieand smiled as he actually found himself contented for the first time in recent memory. He was heading to the library with a purpose and meaning. He had worked well with Drakairos to quench some of the flame. He was still master of his domain. Now he was on a journey with an unusual mortal – the closest to ‘adventure’ he supposed he’d ever gotten. And even when he returned home, he’d have his promised new pet waiting for him. How exciting it all was. The gleaming snow seemed to glisten and shine brighter in response.

Svieand was once again considering transport… Was it possible for him to successfully transform another into his aurora and back again? Or could he summon his nearest ice dragon offspring for assistance? If only he was the God of Travel – he’d know these things!

It was then that his travel companion spoke up with an explanation about his exotic coloured eyes. So he was touched by the divine. The god of winter felt vindicated of any guilt from his previous suspicions. Yet instead of relief at being correct he was instantly put on edge. Who could have sent this being? What was his true purpose out here in the far, far north if not to involve him?

Yes he appeared normal but there was something about this man’s actions, the avoidance of eye contact, the exaggerated speech pattern, that was disjointed, a replica of a man. What this one of Anu’s devils or demons, Dirka’s meddlesome mages or even Iarus’ tricksters? He threw out his senses to try and detect another god laughing at his foolishness, hidden by the snow. But the only unnatural indicators being from his two companions – the unknown man and a white-furred gargoyle.

Sveiand’s mind turned once more toward travel, now removing his ethereal transformation from the table, when the stranger handed him a detailed carving of a creature he had seen running wild on the plains of the south. So that’s what it was called, a horse. He turned the exquisite craftsmanship over in his hands cautious of this being a trick or trap, especially given the man’s furtive nature. Svieand smiled to himself with a shrug. Nothing could harm him that badly, this close to his realm surely…? What had he got to lose?!

He tossed the statuette forward onto the ice in a large arc. But by the time it reached the frozen surface it was no longer a trinket but an enlarged horse of magnificent statue. It’s pure white coat was thick and warm reaching down over the hooves, the mane and tail glittering with strands of grey, blonde and blue. The piercing blue eyes of the enormous steed appraised the god as the mount bowed its head, pawing at the ice with oversized hooves on which there were spiked edges for extra grip. Without a moment’s thought and with nearly unbridled, childish joy, the normally reserved and stoic God of Ice, leapt forward onto the back of the magnificent shire (magically assisted for grace of course), his thighs sinking into the plush down of the blanket on the mount’s back, and leaning forward to stroke the beast’s neck.

He turned to the stranger with a hand to help him mount. “What an excellent gift,” he mused. “Who gave you such an item?” He must find out more before they arrived at the library. He did not want to leave any unknowns as a guest in those halls of knowledge. He had seen first-hand the lengths and ‘operation’ that Iva would go to, to obtain a creature’s truth. And the golden eyes and face he currently looked into was too handsome for such a fate. “And I do believe I didn’t catch your name…”


As he listened to the man before him, Sveiand took the scroll tentatively – Knowledge was a fickle thing. He skimmed through the scrawled message, skipping the inane chatter that Iva knew he found droll. Yet the main content of the note was intriguing. A divine assembly was sure to be interesting, if not a complete disaster. He tried to envisage the multitude of powerful being gathered in one place, each with contrasting domains, raw primal power and conflicting personalities. There were those in open antagonism, some with unbridled powers and, it was rumoured, new gods of the civilising world that may show their faces. He did not want to be part of the petty squabbles but worried by recent events, he did not want to fade into history either. Even if he stood in a chilled corner of the library and watched it would still be more interesting than his past few decades of existence. And anyway, recent events needed to be discussed.

The embodiment of winter turned to the figure shivering before him, lips pursing slightly as he thought about how best to reply. The man was cold and fearful of the beast that Svei had just guardedly received. Yet… there was something about him. Those golden eyes. The lack of tribal markings to identify himself as one of the North. His bizarre story. No human of the Northern Crown would come hunting this far north, nothing lived here. Nor would they think that they could regain their bearings after wandering too far into the blizzard of Niflheim but prey to the only resident for sanctuary.

Sveiand’s guard rose at the uncertainty of the identity of the man before him. But his curiosity was peaked. His mind flashed back to the mortals he had left sleeping in his palace, and could not stop the thought that this unusual figure would give him a better companionship that he had found in his long life thus far. The decision crystallised in his mind.

“You do not need to ask Azhriel for mercy,” he smiled with benevolence, lifting the man’s head up by a chilling touch to his chin. “I will grant you both safe passage.” The cold immediately lessened around the man? Mortal? Demigod? Construct? And at a glance, the bat-like messenger shivered. A thick pale pelt erupted from its crown, cascading down its body. That would make it more comfortable, and remind his sibling of his power. The blizzard parted in a clear corridor toward the shoreline in the near distance, yet continued to howl in tumult on all other sides. If the man did not know before that he was a god, it was obvious now. He turned to both figures “Come, lest you lose your way again.” As Sveiand strode quickly away across the ice, the blizzard started to close in again behind him. Both Iva’s messenger and the curious stranger would need to stay close to avoid being swallowed by his meteorological defences again.

He thought he sense a turbulent surge in power from the direction of the stranger as he started the journey but put it down to the portal of Naswaru he sensed opening with his first creation for Niflheim. He couldn’t wait for this gathering to end and him be able to meet his first pet! When they reached the shoreline, he would give the traveller a choice. He smiled at the crisp snow crunching beneath his boots. This was going to be an interesting journey especially if he offered an alternative way of travelling…
Sorry for the post a day later than promised. A combination of real life and the thirst to write a post of decent length rather than a story pushing plot point warranted another 18 hours.

Tomorrow I hope to try and update Svei’s relationship sheet with the new additions and his CS with the ice dragons and northern beasts.

For now I’m off to a Halloween party with a giant geometric unicorn mask 😁


An exhausted sigh escaped his lips as he lay collapsed once more into his plush furs. Despite the post-coital glow emanating from his naked form he lay wide awake, a crease furrowing his unblemished brow. Neither of the companions sharing his large bed awoke as he stirred with troubled thoughts. The day’s events had really been a shock to his usual solitude and his divine senses made it clear that he was no longer truly alone in the world. He felt a connection to his first child. Ystra, the Bight, the Rime. Born of fire but reborn of ice, she was filled with his essence and touched by Rós. He could sense her now, having travelled with the many-headed god to help create his flight of ice dragons. They were the opposite of Ystra: converted by the weather god’s power and blessed by Winter through her intervention. Her alarm echoed in his mind and he summoned her with calming thoughts. The matriarch of her own three children: Bight, Hoare, and Rime, three of the dragons more her than Rós. She led their migration north to ultimately patrol the Northern Crown and Niflheim. Added to the decreased temperature around the floating palace, so that no creature could even fly near, the new species of dragon added to the strata of threats to guard his realm. He was more remote, isolated and therefore safe than ever.

Yet he still could not settle. He had seen the gathering of deities drawn from afar to that terrifying crater and horrific monument. But he knew to leave that for the Lord of Light to have an issue with and the twisted mages to decipher. Although maybe he should visit his sister of darkness, as it was within her vicinity and she was a fearful one. They shared the cold and he was possibly the only creature that made civil contact with her. He had always made an effort out of sibling love but even he had started to tire of her endless self-pitying. He was the embodiment of a domain that wasn’t wanted by humanity either. But they were both necessary for worldly balance. She just needed to embrace her true place in the world. If that needed to be through fear and respect rather than love then so be it. That was how he had become worshipped. The northern tribes didn’t submit offerings to him through a love of hardship, frostbite and snow blindness. They did so to ensure that he was appeased enough to reduce the amount of those things. But recently the spread of fire had reduced their worship. The offerings were less and sacrificial youths less handsome. He’d already destroyed a village for such selfish blasphemy. When he had been stalking a bear, they had asked him to rid them of he’d overheard the elders laugh around their new large byre boasting about how they were keeping their most handsome and athletic men for combat and sending Sveiand the men of tribes they fought and stole from. The hunt became a rally cry as the winter god erupted into his true form. The guttural roar emanating from his now ursine throat bringing ice wolves, great eagles, snow owls, rampaging musk oxen and the great white bears themselves to the vicinity – most of them granted unnatural attributes through an agreement with Naswaru. The tribe had cowered as Oao’s darkness deepened but the usual blessing of the god of cold did not dance across the sky. At midnight they struck. Amongst the throng of ferocious beasts, the gigantic white bear mad sure that he was the last thing these tribespeople saw. He blessed them with seeing his true form and cursed them to never see anything again as the many beasts of the tundra ripped, gouged and crushed their flesh and bones. Winter was not forgiving.

He pushed the memory from his mind and rose from his bed. He decided on a walk to clear his head and realised what a human concept that was. His laughter echoed down the many chambers, tinkling like icicles in a bitter breeze. The men in his bed slumbered on under his enchantment. His clothed formed around him as he strode down a grand corridor, the white furs growing a fractal frost, before he was nothing but a stream of consciousness in a banner of iridescent shimmer streaming to the nearest shore. It was there he reformed in a flurry of snow to follow a set of solitary boot tracks, the soles well-trod. The snow quickly lessened and the wind ceased to howl in order for the god to make out a figure clad in heavy furs. He had not received word of a new sacrifice and any human without his blessing and therefore intervention would surely not last long. Yet for some reason, story-telling elders and travelling bards in the future would argue over lust, loneliness or curiosity being the cause, but even Sveiand didn’t know why he continued to approach the character that seemed to be muttering to itself in the increasingly sub-zero temperatures. He was stalled by his unsummoned attraction to the brunette figure as he caught sight of his unnatural golden eyes. Another sacrifice he thought and turned to disappear once more into the landscape, weather beginning to worsen at his very though. But the appearance of a monstrous grey beast through the snowfall gave him enough reason to make himself known. He guessed from the slender limbs and horned skull that the winged skeletal creature was formed through knowledge. He made a mental note that even the pragmatic and twisted mind of Iva was touched by vanity, otherwise why make creations in your own image, but did not want to see a handsome figure lose crimson blood on his pure landscape when this gargoyle struck.

“Why do you come here where you have not been invited?” his voice carried to them, as the very wind itself. He still maintained his human form and strode confidently through the snow toward them both. He nodded toward the beast to ensure that the other man knew of its silent presence before addressing it, ““What do They want this time? It took a long time to recover after last time and am not inclined to do so again.” He chose his words carefully as to not reveal his divinity immediately. In truth he had slept for decades after helping to construct the library with Iva’s incredible plans and had marvelled at their joint project. Yet he still felt he hadn’t been repaid in kind for his efforts. He felt the great bear within him tense as he awaited a reply from these trespassers. Winter was not forgiving.

I’m gonna post tomorrow so will wander round somewhere for Quill or an Iva message to find him.
So Svei is just moping back in his ice palace.
So if anyone wants to collab let me know.
If not...

WINTER IS COMING.
Likewise now our sexy party of ice dragon race creating is over my warm hearted, icy facaded dude is at a loose end.
If anyone had/has any plans, let me know. If not I’ll have him potter about up North - bizarrely exactly what I’m doing over the next few days.
Count me in!
Gay god of winter makes race of ice dragons with his three-headed weather dragon god brother. A very modern family.
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