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Title: Reginlief Asir
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Reginleif - meaning - "Heritage of the gods."
A crack of lightening hits the earth and
illuminates a small glen.
A figure falls through as though it were cast out.
She stands and shakes off the snow. Wearing a
Valkyrie winged helmet, she carries a large
shield as ornately designed with images of war
and death as it is protective.
She searches the snow about her for something,
something she desperately will need if she is to
survive this out world. Magically, the lightening
sparks and holds its connection to terra firma.
A finely crafted steel sword is seen driving
toward its mark.
With her lightening fast reflexes, Reginlief
shields her face from her own blade! The sword
catches and hangs perpendicular to the very image
upon her shield depicting her previous life --
that of a Valkyrie.
A nymph and follower of Odin,
who had been chosen to set victory upon those
who Odin wills and to scour the battle field of
the dead, escorting those who have proven their
right to eternal life into Odin's great meeting
hall.
She fell in love with a human knight from afar
and in direct disobedience to Odin allowed the
man victory over his opponent - saving his life
in battle. An intercession the human was not
privileged to know of.
As punishment, she has been exiled to the
outer world belonging to the very same human
knight whose life she saved in the day of battle.
Now a human female she suffers the effects of the
elements, raw almost uncontrollable urges and all
the trials that befall the human race. She
retains her nymph beauty and ageless appearance
but what else?
Soon she will learn all her limitations as she
struggles to find the human knight whom she
loves. A burning question remains in the
forefront of her mind. What, if found, he does
not returned her love?
Excerpts from Reginleif's life journey:
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In all her years she had never once completely
disobeyed Odin as she did that fateful day.
Unlike the other Valkyries who were
the daughters of kings and granted their
immortality by Odin, she had been born into the
position.
She herself was one of Odin’s daughters. A demi-
goddess. She had petitioned Odin to spare the
lives of men in the past for one reason or
another, but never for the selfish reason of her
own lust.
This dark knight who had struck her fancy had
fascinated her from afar. She had been assigned
to follow him in his exploits for just a short
time and yet his battle style and system of
chivalry, his code of honour had her enthralled.
~ her eyes glaze over she is caught up in the
memory ~
He had battled against a serpentine man, one with
an advantage of poison it spouted from it’s
unholy mouth. It would have been the perfect time
to call the great Dark Knight to the hall of
Valhalla and yet she could not bring herself to
it.
~ tears fill her eyes and cling to her thick
lashes ~
How could she have done it? Just thrown away her
training, her devotion, not only to her overlord
but her father in the same act of betrayal?
At least her father had cast her out into the
same realm as the Dark Knight’s. Odin, in his own
way did not totally forsake her. It was the final
act of love she would ever receive as his
daughter. To be cast out into the realm of the
man who inadvertently caused her downfall, so
that perhaps she could find him. And, in this
mortal form fulfill the desires of her heart.
~ she lays her head into her palms and weeps
bitterly ~
Only once before did she cry this way. When the
very same Dark Knight had bested her in mock
battle and the reality of what being a mortal
woman meant came crashing down around her.
To feel pain, the cold of winter, the brokeness
of loosing your dreams. It was becoming more than
she could bare.
~ her sobs rack her body ~
"Such a fool." Her words are bitter. " I was such
a fool!"
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Hearing the chirping of birds she awakens to the
fall of soft sunlight splashed across the room.
Stretching catlike in the warm cocoon of her
covers she bumps against the added warmth of a
contrasting hard and soft object. Seth of the
Dragonriders. ~ smiling ~ she recalls the night
of turmoil they shared. Three Demon Children
tried to attack her outside of Gwaelins.
He came to her aid but the devils retreated into
the shadows and disappeared. The rest of the
night was an emotional roller coaster for the
both of them. Seth for having turned callus to
life and Reginlief for wanting to embrace it and
not knowing the first thing about controlling the
overflow of emotions Seth caused her to feel.
They had ended up here in her rented room
together but only to sleep for the hour had grown
very late. He had held her for most of the night.
Not used to the touch of another she relished in
the feeling of his warm embrace. But the dawn was
upon them and it was time for her morning chores
in the taverns ajoining stables.
Standing up from the covers, tucking them around
his sleeping form as she extracted herself to
keep him in the cocoon of warmth, she tip toed
across the cold floor to stoke the fire. As
morning chill dissipated from the room she
removed the shirt she borrowed and stood naked in
all her glory.
Kneeling near the foot of the bed she reached her
hand in to dig around for her chain mail loin
cloth and copper bikini bodice. Retrieving them
she dressed and finding her short stockings, red
leather calf high boots, short crimson cloak,
rapier and its sheath she finished her ensemble.
Running her fingers through her hair to de-tangle
it she found her coin and placed it in her
bodice. Her room key she twisted with a string to
a thither holding her loin cloth in place. She
departed from the room down the hall and took the
stairs two at a time.
Approaching the barkeep she said in a sing-song
voice. "Hot apple cider und a bowl of stir about."
Waiting for the order she looked about the room.
Receiving her order, she walks to a table near
the hearth and sits to eat her breakfast. Humming
to herself as she daydreams. Her skin has a
healthy glow to it. Energy radiates from within
and shines in her eyes as she looks about the
room at the patrons.
Seth had left her life as politely as he entered
it. With him she learned that men did find her
approachable, He also awakened desires in her for
something to love. Perhaps their paths
would cross again, at least she was left with the
memory of his kisses. In fact her very first.
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In the exiled Valkyrie's own words....
"De golden age of mein life was spent at
Silvermoon. Finally I came to de realization dat
I could nicht longer hold on to de past. Instead
of considering meinself a prisoner in dis mortal
coil, I decided to make de best of mein
existence. Dhose be glorious times to remember.
Mein best friend Vicarra Asira taught mei much
about life und to be leery of other races fur
until dat time I had nicht much caution of mein
own.
BOROMIIR PHENOM
Boromiir(Dwarf master craftsman) was a follower
(worshiper)of mein halfbrother Thor und was quite
shocked dat I had once been a Valkerie, but I set
his doubt to rest when I approached him with mein
golden winged Valkerie helmit und traded it to de
wee mon in exchange fur a Mithril breast plate.
Having respect for de position of what I once was
de little mite took a great cut back in de pay I
offered. He only took what gold he thought de
true value of his workmanship was worth und
molded de rest to coin for me, making me a rich
woman.
Tillaris Darkwell ~blushes~ well he taught me a
bit about emotional und physical love. In doing
so he also gave me de most precious gift of all,
mein little liebling, Grendel. With her father
being a demi-god of the Drow I should have
expected mein daughter to be a little fae. By de
god’s she’s a might hard to handle, especially
when she decides to touch a new creature she’s
found. Once she gets her chubby little hands upon
an unsuspecting beastie she could become de very
image of what she’s touched just by wishing it
so. OH, but I’ve skipped ahead of meinself. "
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"Hard times had come to Silvermoon. Tillaris had
to leave fur a war raging in de underground world
of de Drow. Strife was every where, even in
Silvermoon. There was an uprising of raiding
trolls leaving de stables I managed in disarray.
Getting a written consent from Gwaelin’s owner I
traveled deeper into de elfin territories to
purchase de lumber I’d be needing to make mein
repairs. However, with spies und counter spies
deeply imbedded in de ranks of de elfin along
with a deep seated hatred of humans I was
captured und placed in a holding pit."
"It was during mein captivity dhat I learned of
mein pregnancy. Once mein girth got to such a
size as it could nicht be hidden, de elfin
decided I was nicht de threat they expected me to
be und released me. Trying to make mein way
through de elfin forest where even de trees
protect de land und shift their roots, I lost
mein way in de middle of winter. I got lost in de
mountains und when finally I found a beaten trail
I thought I had made it back. I was as lost as a
wee lamb away from it’s mudder. Dis was nicht de
Silvermoon I had left. Too many humans about und
buildin’s of stone. Dis was a settlement of
humans. De realm of Unabrilla."
"Vicarra had become a wondering warrior fur hire.
She had settled in dis place und by fate we met
up again. ‘Twas herself dhat helped mei give
birth to mein liebling(darling)one Grendel. But
dis Unabrilla was a strange place with dark arts
und many a mage dhat would cast a dark spell upon
ye as soon as look at ye fur their pleasure in
seeing your pain. With Grendel born und Vicarra’s
twins bursting to be free we decided to leave dis
land de god’s of light had forgotten. We bought
passage on a ship to a far land called Cyfarwydd.
De seaport town was too harsh fur our liking und
we settled into de farming und crafters town of
Loamdin. I meinself set up shoppe here. De locals
can nicht speak mein tongue und have shortened de
name of mein livery to Warhorse. Stop by if ye
have a moment or perhaps I’ll see ye at de local
tavern, de Raven."
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"De treasure of mein heart has been stolen! I
left mein liebling one with friends so she could
play a while as I finished an order fur de mon’s
plow mules. When I came to deliver de tack und
retrieve mein daughter de farming couple were
completely taken by surprise. They swore dat I
had just left with mein liebling(darling)one und
had promised to return with de tack they had
expected from me. At first I did nicht believe it
und roughed up de mon thinking he was talking
falsehood. But alas after I near destroyed their
home in mein fit of rage und terror I knew they
were nicht deceiving me.
They swore it was mein very self who had come fur
mein daughter. Mein only guess is mein once lover
Tillaris is behind de abduction. If not he, then
his mudder, the Goddess Tahkisis. Mein daughter’s
talents would come in handy to de Drow who are a
barbarous race of dark elves dhat are renowned
fur their training as assassins. Why even
Tillaris’s father was a Drow alchemist of de
house Melyl. They be lovers of their poisons und
dark arts.
I have searched as far as I dared by land und sea
fur anyone fitting meinself or a Drow traveling
with a small red of eye child but all in vain.
Therefore I seek de Drow. Any Drow dhat might
lead me to de underworld und de Drow city of
Menzoberranzan fur no longer being immortal or of
the gods I can nicht enter de Abyss where
Tillaris’ mudder de Goddess Tahkisis resides."
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When one moves about as I have done your things
can get lost in de shuffle. I found dis journal
once again hidden within a secret pannel of what
seemed an empty chest. It is a chest with a
magical spell of containment und protection cast
upon it. I had forgotten many of de gifts mein
lover Tillaris Darwell gave, fur when our
daughter was lost to mei und mein search turned
futile I lost meinself to insanity. It was nicht
a pleasurable two years dhat mein soul delt
poorly with de turmoil of what was then mein life.
There was another pursuing a search I knew nicht
of until I was faced with a ghost from mein past.
Four years, FOUR YEARS!, und now he returned to
stand before mein eyes. I am ashamed to say dhat
I punched him good und solid. Knocking de drowish
nightmare across de floor of the Raven. Upon
seeing his blood drawn, which takes much to do to
a demi-god, I realized his presence was true.
He consoled mein heart in de loss of our little
liebling one, Grendel. He also gave mei hope to
hold on to. He could not enter de abyss fur
Thakisis would see to his death shall he dare,
und yet, there were those loyal to him who were
double agents between de gods of light und
darkness.
He knew our daughter, although nicht safe, was
alive und thriving within de abyss. Dis at least
uplifted mein heart fur surly, Odin, mein own
father would see she nicht be killed. After
pulling mei from de lost plains of mein tortured
soul, mein lover had left yet again fur his wars
und glory among de drow, I moved from one seaport
town to another. Trading was good und mein
business as well as mein wealth grew.
It has been more years than I would care to
mention. Und yet there ist a happiness within
mein heart again. I had wearhouses in Dragondale
City but sold mein shoppe in Cyfarwydd. Dhat
place had become overrun with humans bound of de
terrafirma.(farmers) They were fastly loosing
their beliefs in magic und lore. Dhen de burnings
began. Executions of all fae kind. De stinch of
burnt flesh took over de smell of fresh plowed
earth und springtime flowers. Mein heart ached to
see their superstitions destroy all they did
nicht understand. I traveled more in those days.
Finally I came to Ravensdale. The name reminded
me of de tavern were Tillaris returned to me but
a brief few days. Call me a sentimental fool to
choose a new home based upon a name und de
memories it creates, but then is that not
what "home" means to you?
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For once the gods have blessed mei. Mein liebling
one, Grendel is returned to me. As I wrote early
on, dhat one ist hard to handle. Thakisis in her
anger at nicht turning mein daughter into an
obediant reaper-beast cast her into de underdark,
the world of de Drow.
There she was nicht seen as half Drow but half
human. She hast told mei little of de experience
but I can imagine de cruelties she suffered
there. I do gather dhat she was a slave und
traded several times over fur profit among de
highest ranking houses(families) of de Drow.
Her gifts were put to horrific tortures of others
you can be certain. A mudder's mind reels at all
dhat might have occured. I dare nicht dwell upon
it for fear of slipping into dhat void were mein
soul was trapped und lost fur two years.
Still there ist more hope within mein heart as my
womb bursts forth with fruit. Tillaris returned
und dwelt with mei here for at least a good
turning of de moon. He helped our little liebling
come to terms with all dhat befell her und to see
dhat she relised no one could possible love her
more dhan meinself.
It is with this love und acceptance of her ways
dhat she hast slowly turned de tide of darkness
within her. But the news of the new life within
me brings back her childhood memories und
righteous fears of Thakisis. She swears her death
before dis new life will ever be touch by de
queen of wraiths und chaos. It ist mein hope dhat
dark day will never come. Tillaris hast left once
more fur de sake of protecting our offspring.
If only there were a way to kill a goddess or at
least blind her to de presense of her lineage.
Reginlief Asir
~Heritage of the Gods~
