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Summer Year One | The sun is high and it is long, and with it as are the days. Summer has claimed the entirety of the Slidr River Valley and in doing so has cast higher, comportable temperatures throughout the Southern and Central territories. The Western still boasts snow capped mountains, but mud slides are frequent and they are heavy. The North remains green, just warm enough to cultivate and brood the new life there, but the further you tred the lower the temperatures fall, their mountains still ice cladden and snow tipped. The East, the poor souls, is sweltering. At night the temperatures drop to the Valley's daily warmth. Little can be done to add comfort, and each day the Oasis becomes drier and drier...

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Ragnor

Kingsman
Half-Giant
Gelding
24hh
2 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
20 crystals
17 posts

ragnor snow
"you know nothing"

They had made it! Oh, glorious sunlight and daytime! Ragnor's hooves hadn't stopped their long, ground consuming trot since they had slipped from the corridors of the Bifrost and crossed the natural bridges of twisted root. His straw mane undulated with the movement despite it's short stature, and his colossal daggers struck the snow laden ground with unbridled strength. Each flint struck the ground and trudged through the path, leading the golden haired man behind him. Whether Ragnor had really known it or not, he had helped this stranger - no, Virgil, he had said his name was Virgil - out of that insane labyrinth of tunnels. He hadn't quite liked how tight everything was down there. That second plunder had reminded him of his first, and how much he had managed to get tangled. It wasn't fun, no. Not at all.

But Ragnor liked Bjarg. Besides serving as the funnel for the newly entered equine to truly discover the Slidr River Valley, the trees weren't over-sized nor did they seem out to get you. The forest was thick enough to classify as such but thin enough so that he didn't feel congested in the trees alongside his companion. Once he tossed a glance over his shoulder, bright emerald eyes peering at the man who had managed to keep up with his long gait. "Maybe he's getting tired..." The brute considered, and he slowly reined himself in from that quite surprising extended trot he'd used to barrel through the snow. Sides heaving and nostrils flaring so that columns of steam rose from them, the half-giant shook himself once to rid whatever debris still clung to him from the Bifrost. "This is Bjarg. It'll take us to the Valley!" He called back to the gilded man Virgil, knowing the other stag appreciated knowledge. Ragnor took a long draw of the chilled winter air, letting it sit in his lungs and cool them from their run, but releasing it due to the frigid temperature. His straw tail swished, the lavender ends tickling at his hocks.

His visage turned away then, almost forgetting Virgil and their spat in the Bifrost all together as he cast his eyes to the northern lands where the Ambrosius holds stood high on their mount above the valley. Ragnor wondered briefly if he'd come to find Fredrekke back from her disappearance when he got back, but then again... he hadn't found her yet himself. A small frown tugged on his lips, and he had the inkling deep in his stomach that it wasn't necessarily good she hadn't shown back up. A sigh escaped him and he turned back to Virgil. He stared at the man again; a thin, if not long stallion, well groomed and built it seemed more for speed than brawn. Almost the exact opposite body type of Ragnor. The giant's visage rotated, tilting it so that his forelock spilled from his face and his large, expressive eyes blinked at him. "We gotta keep going if we want to reach the Valley. Still a ways off, I'm afraid." The beast muttered, eyes slitting as they shot down the winding, lush forest. "The further from that tree, the better, if ya ask me."

Virgil | WC: 536

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Virgil

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
15.3hh
7 Spring ✿
played by Gemini
55 crystals
6 posts

VIRGIL

The journey through the tree's labyrinth had been a long, and arduous one. Slow going, but the relief to find the end had been enough to make the usually melancholy gent feel elated for days. He had been quite surprised to find the roots twisting into bridges; admittedly he was surprised that they could hold the bulk of his guide through the confusion and awe that was the tree, and the sights that he was only now being graced with. The other's trotting had surprised him furthermore, largely because he hadn't quite expected such speed from the giant. Of course, perhaps with legs so long, even a relatively normal pace seemed large when one of the other's was nearly two of his own. The blue-black gent kept up though, lifting his tassel high, not wanting its dragging edges to hinder him in his quick, but easily handled pace.

There were some perks in being light, and nimble upon one's hooves, after all.

Although, he did keep golden orbs towards the ground every few paces, cautious of his placement, not wishing to break a bone on an unnoticed rock, root, or hole. Such was a task when the ground was concealed in a veil of white, becoming compacted by their strides with the softest of crunches, hardly audible above the thunder of his companion's massive feet.

As they went, his breath slowly began to puff through his nostrils in thick, heavy bursts, spraying mist from them in thick clouds, that dissipated soon after sliding past his cheeks, lost to the air upon one side, brushed away by a thick white, gold dipped mane upon the other. The locks of his mane brushed against his forelegs, tickling them, threatening to become cluttered with snow as it flicked up from the movements that carried him forth.

Their pace slowed, and Virgil pulled himself in, panting slightly, but admittedly quite invigorated by the bite of the air upon his heated hide. This showed in the lift of his head, the spry tilt to his nose, the perk within his ears, and the faintest hint of youthful joy glittering within golden orbs, age weary body revitalized for the time being. He took a few steps to the side, a little prance to them, hardly noticeable before his ears stirred slightly at Ragnor's words. "This is the Bjarg. It'll take us to the Valley!" Virgil took a few more steps forward, pulling even with the other. He looked up at him, and gave a swish of his tail, still cocked high, now not only from not wanting to trip upon it, but from an energetic feel that touched his nerves with a sparkle.

"Is there anything you know about this Bjarg? Or is it just a.. In between for the Valley and the Bifrost?"

He asked curiously. He could see the land about him; trees, a forest thick but not too thick. The snow was heavier in some spots than others, and in the thinnest places, he could still see the twist of roots, although they seemed to be part of the very ground themselves, laid like the earth. It was curious, but considering the tree he had clambered from, he wasn't going to quite question the stranger things. A rather curious thought touched him.

"Ragnor? Is... Is it possible to get back through the Bifrost?"

The tree had changed so much in their journey, that he wasn't sure that the tree was actually likely to let others pass through again. It seemed reluctant to steer them anywhere but to the Bjarg, but then again, who was he, a humble man in search of even the most profound knowledge, to question? Previously he hadn't quite been accustomed to the thought of magic, thinking it only an old mare's tale, but now... Now he wasn't quite so sure that it did not exist in the world. Perhaps this Valley was a place where it had prospered. Although, for the sake of not seeming to have lost his mind to the tree, he refrained from asking such a question of Ragnor. It was possible that Virgil would never inquire the question to anyone unless he saw an individual that held such power for his own eyes.

Being known as someone obsessed with knowledge, a philosopher was fine, he loved the title, embraced it wholeheartedly. But he did not quite favor the idea of being seen as silly because of a question that hadn't had relevance for who could guess how long. He looked upon his companion curiously when he looked away, a saddened look touching his massive features. Virgil wondered what such was about, but something told him that perhaps it was not his place to ask of such presumably personal things. Perhaps if he came to know the massive stallion better, he would come back to such a question, and learn what story Ragnor had to tell; learn what made him who he was today. Such stories often had been a point of interest for Virgil. What better to learn such intricacies as other's lives when other sorts of knowledge became to grow scarce in their novelty. He guessed though, that this new place would not be without its fair share of new knowledge, history, anything to be of interest and for his mind to devour.

He wondered what others resided within the place. Perhaps time would tell.

Virgil was drawn out of his meandering thoughts when his companion spoke. "We gotta keep going if we want to reach the Valley. Still a ways off, I'm afraid." Virgil found himself nodding. So be it, all the more to see an to inquire about. Hopefully, his guide would be able to answer most of them, or at least take a shot at them. Virgil knew he would find himself full of them as things went on, and would soon be unable to help himself in his need to know. He felt young again, his passion renewed. He hoped, praying to whatever might reside deep within the universe's web, that this place would not prove to be the depressing place that the world on the other side had been. Perhaps greed had not touched this place, and it remained pure in some fashion? He somewhat doubted such, as wherever there were intelligent beings, there was some form agreed, and where there was greed, war and strife generally followed suit hand in hand like chaotic lovers.

"I'm no stranger to travel. I quite enjoy it. All the better with company to talk to."

He offered a friendly smile to the other stallion before he looked off into the forest. Time for a new quest, he decided. Even if the journeys here very well may be the last he would have if the tree would not allow him to exit to the other side once again, as he had the suspicion it would not. "The further from that tree, the better, if ya ask me." He could understand as much. He was curious though.

"How did the tree lead you to it? What hold does it have to this place?"


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The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies.
 

Ragnor

Kingsman
Half-Giant
Gelding
24hh
2 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
20 crystals
17 posts

ragnor snow
"you know nothing"

Despite Ragnor's misfortune with his mental capacity, the young (but not small, for sure) half-giant knew his way around the Slidr River Valley. It helped being able to cover ground with a great breadth, though he himself may not necessarily be the quickest. He'd traveled most of the Valley, at least in the Central Territories and a great portion of the North. While Fredrekke had always told him that Vromme were their allies, he wasn't encouraged to visit. Plus, the western mountains belonged to their enemies. So close of neighbors, Ragnor always thought, that he wasn't surprised that Dehaan had been able to thwart the old rules of Ambrosius all together. But it was all ancient history. His cream zeniths flicked towards the gilt haired man that drew up besides him.

Virgil was quite the opposite of what Ragnor would have assumed. He seemed to be buzzing with energy, perhaps excited to be rid of the congested and tight tunnels of the tree. The piebald sure was. With a simple smile on his face, he heard Virgil's question and pursed his plump velvets in thought. "Nothing special. Just a quiet place, usually. Been long time since someone came over the Bifrost, that's for sure." He muttered, glancing around once again at the trees with sweeping turns of his nape. Were they different than before? Was something actually special about them? He wasn't quite sure. "Just a good place to rest after the Bifrost, I suppose." He murmured, squinting into the dappled sunlight that gleamed on the snowy branches before fading away as more clouds inched across the atmos without hurry.

Curious though, was Virgil's next question. The half-giant stared back at the stallion, brow pinched and sage gaze tossed away as Ragnor dove into the deepest recesses of his mind for any other knowledge on the mighty tree. Unfortunately, while he may be able to navigate and tell you where you were, he came to the sudden realization that he wasn't quite that well educated in the specifics of the more... enigmatic magics, like the Bifrost. A small frown tugged at his lips, and the half-giant's visage lowered so that it hung even below the much shorter man's own carriage. "Can't say I know... never met someone who tried, or who has." Again he cast his vision to the path before him. Thankfully the embarrassment that steadily crept it's way into the half-giant's heart was dashed by Virgil's nod of agreement, and encouraging comment about company.

Another fresh and pure smile alighted the massive beast's muzzle, and his tree trunk legs churned through the snow once more to forge a path. He didn't feel like going faster anymore, and settled for a determined walk. The snow was high enough that despite being pummeled by his stride his tail still brushed now and again upon the disturbed piles, and the sparkling white powder dusted most of his extremities so that it almost seemed it were a part of him all along. Those plum appendages forged them their path, and not very long into the next portion of their journey did Virgil inquire again. Ragnor at first chuckled, a deep sound that hung in his chest, before spilling, "You have lots of questions like me!" Although the ideal that his questions based on ignorance and the blue-shined man's inquires where crafted in the pursuit of knowledge did not occur to him. "I don't know." He answered cheerfully, "To be honest, I was jus' wanderin' when I came across it and felt like maybe I should go inside." Did the tree convince him? It was such a complex idea that a tree - even the Bifrost - could do such a thing. But, the Valley was filled with myths and arcana. Ragnor... "Wouldn't be surprised if it did. Place is filled with magic, if ya ask me."

WC: 647 | Tagged: Virgil

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Virgil

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
15.3hh
7 Spring ✿
played by Gemini
55 crystals
6 posts

VIRGIL

The gent glanced over at his traveling companion as he spoke. He pondered these words for a moment before giving a slight dip of his visage. What the other had said was fair enough. He would find something interesting despite there apparently being nothing special about the place they traveled through. He wondered just how true such could be when it seemed so intertwined with the massive tree that seemed anything but 'nothing special.'


Although, the blue-black gent was not one to question the words of someone whose knowledge was vastly greater than his own upon the subject of the Bjarg. He would like to find further information upon it though - perhaps libraries existed in this strange place. His eyes glanced towards the other at the finishing of his comment. Again, he could not argue with something that seemed to be truth, this one far more evident than the last. Although, the gent was certain that their existed dangers here just as anywhere else.


Velvet nostrils detected nothing of the sort though, so for the time at least, there was nothing of great concern to fret about. If some beast came out growling, then there would be need, but for now, the only things seemed to be snow and wood, neither of which were particularly threatening, and perhaps would not have been to even the timidest of individuals.


The other's expression upon his next question brought forth a look of curiosity upon the gent's face, his visage tilting slightly to the side as he gazed upon the features of the other as he seemed to have thrown himself into the deepest pool of thought at the question of the gold-dipped man. He seemed to be most willing to answer the questions, which Virgil was nothing but gracious towards such a fact. He always enjoyed knowing as much as he could, and as long as someone was there to ask a question to, just so long as they kept providing answers they would get quite the amount of conversation from the thin stallion. He felt slightly as if he had offended the other with his question when his skull dipped towards the ground as he spoke, like a child unable to fish an answer out of the air.

"Worry not, perhaps it is the case that no one knows. It was a queer question, I admit. If someone had left, who would know?"


He felt a small trill of delight at the other's smile - his innocent energy was rather contagious, even to the most usual melancholic of individuals. To say so in other words, it was enough to bring a smile to even the most brooding of gloom-and-doom inclined individuals. As they set out once again, Virgil kept his pace a sort of a prance, his energy new and perplexing to himself - it had been many years since such adventures had given him an excited burst that blew away the dust that had gathered overall, and clasped his heart with a strange, but very deep set sort of sadness.


A smile touched the blue-black gent's lips at his companion's chuckle.

"I've always been one for questions. I'm certain it must have driven my mother a little... Well, crazy, with how many 'why's and 'how's I asked of her. I feel as if I recall her rolling her eyes many times. She sent me to books when she could no longer answer all of my questions."


He felt a fondness seep through him at the memory. He had driven her a little insane, to say the least, but she had always striven to answer all that she could. She herself had been quite the intelligent individual, as had many within his bloodline. Always asking questions, always seeking more to consume with the matter betwixt their audits, ever attentive at the breadth of new knowledge. He pondered Ragnor's words curiously.

"I must say before I went in on the other side, I felt as if I should enter as well. Maybe the tree possesses some kind of magic that draws others to it? Although, I do suppose that rests on whether or not you believe in magic. Do you Ragnor? Believe in magic, that is?"


His question was rendered void - so the golden tipped man though - upon the larger gent's next statement. Virgil's ears perked up upon his skull, and he looked over.

"Is it truly? I must say, I've never seen such things in the places I've traveled to. I'd heard tales of such in books, but I'd never taken the idea to have much standing anymore. It did not exist in the lands I've come from. There were mentions of it once having existed, sure, but it seemed to be something that had died out long ago. Does it exist beyond the Bifrost here?"


He felt a little silly asking such questions like a child enthralled with a faery tale, but he could not simply hold it back anymore. Surely his companion must know something? Faced with the possibility, he began to consider the idea of magic truly existing. Surely such could be possible in a universe in which a tree like the Bifrost existed? If he hadn't seen the tree for himself, he may not have ever thought different, but he found himself slowly changing his stance upon it. Had it existed once in his homeland as well? If it had, then it had certainly been wiped clean from all the books that the concept could have resided within. Perhaps though, that had been the intent, to wipe it from all mortal memory except in the tales of old mares who most thought were simply becoming senile.


But with the tree's existence... Virgil could have been convinced of anything.



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The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies.
 

Ragnor

Kingsman
Half-Giant
Gelding
24hh
2 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
20 crystals
17 posts

ragnor snow
"you know nothing"

There was something refreshing and invigorating about having found Virgil. The loneliness he'd acquired traversing the Ambrosius holds without a companion had all but faded now. As Virgil's quickened, almost dance-like, steps were sharp and two to his one, Ragnor found their two separate cadences quite enthralling, if not musical. Maybe the gilt tipped stallion heard it too, and that's why his hooves stepped with such weightlessness and glee. But Ragnor could argue the heavy 'thrumps' of his hooves were all too eager as well. Virgil's excitement, like Ragnor's smile, was intoxicating, and there was a bounce to the half-giant's gate that he usually only explored in play.

Blueberry harks lifted and listened to Virgil's reassurances having noticed the slight disconcert that had risen in the son of Sleipnir. A purse in his lips had them curling comically between slight embarassment and content. His cream ears flit atop his dial as he considered the idea of leaving. It wasn't something that had ever crossed Ragnor's mind. He liked it in the Slidr River Valley - and it was his home, afterall. Why would anyone ever leave their home? Chartruese eyes falling upon his new friend again, his lids blinked his way through the realization that Virgil had left his homeland and come here - be it purposely or not. But before he could inquire what had pursued the man so far from what he'd known, a touch of a smile and a casual conversation distracted the beast.

On the subjects of mothers, Ragnor had little to offer. While he listened with keen interest to Virigl's quick story, he found himself fascinated by the idea of a dam sending her son off to books - and the very idea of them! "I've never seen a book..." He commented with absence, vision trailing briefly to the sunlight path before them. While the Valley didn't have roads, there were small dirt trails that had been worn in over time, then regrown over, that locals could spy through the underbrush. Beneath the snow it was harder to detect unless you knew what to look for: natural troughs in the snow, and squirrels at time used them to easier access to the underbrush and other trees. Ragnor set his steps to a path that seemed to emulate these things, knowing at least the direction was correct. "I don't know if we have books here..." Ragnor's statement fell quietly, more to himself than to Virgil, his visionaries squinting and rising to the cloud laden sky to draw on what few memories he could thumb through.

Coming full circle, their conversation returned to the Bifrost. Ragnor knew it was an enigma even to the equine who had called this Valley for home for generations. No one every really questioned it. The tree did as it pleased and grew mightier with each day - so the story's told. He found it interesting, however, that Virgil experienced a quite similar pull. "Queen Fred didn't tell me too many stories about the Bifrost, but it was always brought up in other kid's stories. Sometimes I'd listen in... but mostly just said it was a 'mighty force a nature'." A nostalgic image came to the forefront of his mind of him laying low behind some trees and underbrush, technically on one of his duties for kingsmen training, but he found himself listening into an old mare's tale about the First Great Winter, Fimbulvetr, and the Bloodless. It had been the only way for him to learn about those kinds of things, despite Queen Fredrekke's care for the boy.

Drawn from his thoughts by Virgil's enthusiasm about magic, Ragnor cast the gentleman a smile though it was a curious one. A world without magic? How boring. While arcana never blossomed at his own beck and call, he'd seen and heard stories of others. A vigorous shake of his head confirmed Virgil's cautious leap about the brevity of the Valley's magical properties. "Oh yes! Many others have magic. Queen Fred's a Spiritborne, so she's real strong. Once, she drowned an entire House for their crimes to the Valley! That was years ago now, but the story is still neat. Although I haven't been 'round a user in some time." the half-giant paused, his visage snapping to attention and facing the other man, his brow darkened with furrows. "Musta been a hard place to live without arcana - that's what it's called here by the old folk.

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