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Deep ochre wraps this dragon in uneasy darkness, ruddy tones coloring the highlighted edges of his form. He’s not so much large as broad and muscular, and not the lean, wiry kind. His whole body screams with the bulk of undeniable strength and moves with the lightfooted ease of one completely in tune with both himself and his surroundings. A skullcap of smooth, burnished copper surrounds upswept, vaguely pointed headknobs of pure white, which contrasts with the almost fuzzy swath of auburn that runs from his chin, down his neck, to his chest. Inconsistent, irregular designs of sienna and sepia trace a criss-cross of faux-scars across his back, chest, and legs, giving him a rakishly experienced look. His wingsails billow, slightly overlarge for his frame, in hues of silvery grey that blend perfectly with the pale tones of his neck and back ridges. His glinting white teeth are wickedly sharp in his maw, combining with the glittering obsidian of his claws to make him look truly, deeply dangerous. Around each of his four ankles and along his powerful wingspars are traced repeating lines of delicate, angular sigils in brilliant crimson red, similar to those on his egg, yet somehow different, simpler, but in the right light they seem to almost glow, a brilliant beacon in the night.


Egg Name and Description

Pillage Then Burn Egg

Deep mahogany tones envelope all but the top quarter or so of this shell. Deep cherries and walnuts cut through it in swirling woodgrain designs running swirling, imperceptible shadows over the egg. On one side of the egg is cut a rough shape of diamonds, a larger one atop a smaller just barely standing out from the tone wood behind. They two flow seamlessly one into the other into a single indescribable shape with a single red oval on each side that seems to pulse and glow like evil red eyes in the night. Opposite that, the wood rises up in a thin arc that curls back upon itself in a gentle spiral. If ever an egg had a clear front and back, it’s this one. Along each side runs a line of lighter, pine-toned discs, each with a smaller silver circle in the exact center and a ring of silver along the edge. Each pair (one on each side) bears an identical symbol of stark straight lines, meaningless, though, to the Pernese eye. From the center, a single thin line of mahogany rises up to the very tip-top of the egg. Before it billows a sheet of pure white, accented only occasionally by shadows. Behind it is nothing but the clear blue of the sky.


Hatching Message

Wobble: Wiggle wiggle, wobble woggle goes Pillage Then Burn Egg, twisting and twirling across the sand.
Crack: Pillage Then Burn Egg's motions get more frantic, twirling turns to frantic shaking until one gigantic crack splits suddenly along the prow of it's snarling visage.
Hatch: The fitful jerking of Pillage Then Burn Egg becomes steadier and more rhythmic, the crack slowly inching wider and spreading until the shell finally gives, one broad paw striking out through the crack, closely followed by the rest of its occupant.


Searching Messages

King of Kings Brown Hatchling rights himself slowly, flicking his tail in a sharp circle to send the last vestiges of egg goop flying off with that simple, sharp, precise motion. His head receives a similar sharp shake to dislodge a few remaining bits of his crumbled shell and then, only then, does he deign to spare a glance for the candidates. He lets out one sharp, derisive snort, then turns his attention to the shards of his egg, flipping them almost forlornly with one claw.

King of Kings Brown Hatchling finishes his careful examination of his former home and rises carefully to his feet once more. He gives one full-body shake, rustling out his wingsails noisily before he finally traipses slowly up to the candidates. Starting at one end of the rough semi-circle, he carefully examines each candidate with a baleful look and a wuffle of their scent before moving on. Too skinny. Too fat. Too weak. Merely unworthy. Truly, this brown is a hard one to please.

King of Kings Brown Hatchling keeps up his careful examination of the potentials, passing up each with little more than a disdainful snort. When he finally nears the end of the line, it’s with slow steps. Perhaps no one is worthy. When he finally comes to a lad after his own heart. His blond hair is carefully sniffled, his muscular form examined, then, as if finally acquiescing to the inevitable, his pale blue eyes are met by the hatchling’s hungry ones. This one is his.


Impression Message

In that instant when eyes lock, the sea washes over you once more, supplanting the heat and furor of the sands with its overwhelming calm and that deep briny smell. «A’LIN» The voice is deep and booming, as broad and expansive as the sea itself. Suddenly, the ship is there, strong wood beneath your feet and strong sword-arms by your side, but one stands out: a red-haired spear-Dane. A chieftain amongst chieftains. And the voice comes again, « A’lin! Stand with me and we will face the world. I will be the sword in your hand. The shield-wall between you and your enemies. And together we will conquer the world. We will conquer everything.» The vision starts to fade until you’re back on the sands again, the voice coming one last time «Oh, me? I’m Njordeth. Fly with me, A’lin, over land and sea.»


Personality

Riding down the road I wonder what is truth and what is lie?
Washed my hands of blood but they were never clean and dry
An old man asked the reason why
I laughed and looked him dead in the eye and said
Odin told me there's no mercy for the slain
Die fighting- fight and ye shall rise again
In the end it's all the same
In the end there is no mercy for the slain
So you ask me if I believe that this end shall come to pass
I tell you faith is strong but flesh it is not built to last
Seek your answers as I've sought mine
We'll all die if we are old or in our prime
Odin told me there's no mercy for the slain
Die fighting- fight and ye shall rise again
In the end it's all the same
In the end there is no mercy for the slain
And I could hide under a rock and hope death passes by
I would not live an instant longer
I can meet life with blade bared and battle cry
I know my life will just get stronger
Odin told me there's no mercy for the slain
Die fighting- fight and ye shall rise again
In the end it's all the same
In the end there is no mercy for the slain
- Hauk, No Mercy for the Slain

Njordeth is a strong dragon in both mind and body. He’ll never give up and never stop striving to be more than he is. There may be a hint of fatalism about him in all things, but it’s just that he doesn’t believe in being /too/ hard on himself should he fail to catch in flight, or stumble on his first take off. It’s simply the way things are meant to be.

Keep the Ravens on your right
Never let them out of sight
All these thoughts and memories
Lift you up on Raven wings
- Hauk, No Mercy for the Slain, Keep the Ravens on Your Right

From the day he shells, Njordeth will be close to his clutchmates. They’re his kin and there’s no way he’ll let them come to any serious harm. This may make him a bit of a busy body by dragon standards,

« Hey, A’lin, I know he likes exploring and all, but, well, isn’t it after curfew? Don’t want him getting in trouble, do we? »

And this truly extends both ways. He /expects/ his siblings to care as much or even moreso for him. They’re family and they should always be together. If one of his siblings should ever choose to transfer from Fort to another Weyr, he’ll be crestfallen, and should A’lin ever transfer away from them and his home, he’ll be doubly so.

That being said, though blood /is/ thicker than water, he won’t be running all over Pern trying to help every dragon he might share a drop of blood with (that would be a disaster in the making), just those he knows are his kin. Those with whom he grows up and learns to fight beside.

When he grows older, he’ll adopt his wingmates as a sort of accessory kin. Not as important, perhaps, as those he was clutched with and hatched beside, but family nonetheless.

Gods of war I call you
My sword is by my side
I seek a life of honor
Free from all false pride
I will crack the whip
With a bold mighty hail
Cover me with death
If I should ever fail
Glory, majesty, unity
Hail! Hail! Hail!
- Manowar, Gods of War, Glory, Majesty, Unity

Njordeth will take defeat hard. He’s a strong and steadfast warrior. Whatever duties he takes on, he’ll pursue with near single-minded abandon. When he succeeds, he’ll be the one to make sure the whole Weyr knows, especially when he’s young. No one will be left wondering when he takes his first wingbeats or the first time he catches a green or gold midsky. On the flip side, no one will miss when he mucks something up, too, whether it be upending an oil barrel or accidentally sending the herd stampeding into the Weyr bowl. He’s not accident prone by any means, but when he does know he screwed up, he’ll never be able to deny it.

A true friend has no price
There is none to pay
I remember you stood by me
I'm with you all the way
- Manowar, Gods of War, Blood Brothers

Njordeth is a stoic sort of dragon. He doesn’t speak to anyone but A’lin except in the most dire of circumstances and even when it comes to snorts and rumbles he’s quieter than most. An outside observer might think the stoic, independent brown and his rider aren’t close, but truly it’s the exact opposite. No one, NO ONE, is more important to Njordeth than his rider. A’lin is his brother, his confidant, and his closest friend. A’lin might even have trouble keeping Njordeth from hurting or over-exerting himself trying to please his rider.

I'll sing rage for a dying world
For a plan unfurled
And our souls bought and sold
I'll sing revenge on the point of a knife
And I'll witness the end of all life
- Hauk, No Mercy for the Slain, Rage for a Dying World

Njordeth has a strong sense of right and wrong. He may not vocalize much, especially to people who aren’t A’lin, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make his displeasure known, forcibly, if necessary, when he sees things of which he disapproves. He also believes very much in returning good for good and bad for bad. Woe betide those who cross him or his kin.

Your passion burns hot like a fire
Burning heedless of this cost
You cannot burn away this ice
This heart bathed in permafrost
- Hauk, No Mercy for the Slain, Permafrost

When it comes to flights, Njordeth is a dispassionate suitor, not the sort to croon, serenade, or sweet talk. He’ll chase golds and greens with equal fervor, though he’ll never pass up an opportunity to try to catch a gold.

Come on, Njordeth, her rider’s eighty seven! I don’t want that!
«A’lin, she’s a treasure and I will have her!»
But-
«No buts! Come to me, my treasure.»

He’s also very much the love them and leave them, type. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy flights and especially catching, but the thrill of the chase is worth more to him than the prize at the end. And what’s with the cuddling thing so many of the girls like? What a waste of time and energy. Love ‘em, leave ‘em, on to the next conquest!

The most important thing in our lives should be our children. […] [C]hildren hold a special place in our lives. They are our legacy. They are the future of our Folk.
- Mark Ludwig Stinson, Chieftain of Jotun’s Bane Kindred, Heathen Gods, Our Heathen Children

Should Njordeth ever catch a queen and sire a clutch, he will be more doting than even the clutchdam. She might protect the eggs more fiercely, terrify the candidates more completely, but when those shells are shattered and /his/ children cross the sands to start their own kin bonds with their riders, clutchmates, and wingmates, Njordeth will be the one who watches them soar. From their first oiling to their first flight and beyond he will be there, watching, encouraging, and, if necessary, disciplining his children. No matter their color or base talent, he will expect them to be all they can be and he will laud every success for the Weyr to hear as if they were his own.


Mindvoice

The Salty Sea

Njordeth’s mind is as gentle and unforgiving as the sea. That briney, salty scent pervades every nook and cranny of him. It rocks easily with the continual sway of the sea. When he’s angered, the stormy seas of his mind will rage and lash, when he’s calm and content they will be glassy smooth. There’s no doubt in his mind. He is strong and he knows it. And wise. He is a provider and a warrior and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise.

The Salty Sea swells up around you in an instant like a huge expanse of brine and water. The smell of sea air is overpoweringly heady and pervasive. In the distance is the soft cry of seagulls and all around the constant lap lap lap of the sea water against wood. The whole thing is a deathly calm, rocking easily and constantly against your consciousness. Excruciatingly slowly it seeps into your whole mind. Every nook. Every cranny. Every. Little. Bit. It’s not angry or curious or pushy. It simply /is/. And it is everywhere. In every little bit of you. Then it grows heavy, an over-whelming sense of pressure and need. And anger. In less than a moment, then seas are rocky and wild, sloshing back and forth against your mind. Lightning flashes, casting the seascape in stark relief for a second and then- SILENCE. As quickly as it began, it’s gone.

The Salty Sea returns suddenly and in full force to its prior expansiveness, but now it veritably /thrums/ with power. Power, yes, and something more. Anger. Strength. Resolve. No mercy! That briney scent never fades, but the overall feel changes. No longer an ocean, no longer the beautiful sister sea, now it’s a torrent, a flood. Fight. Kill. Win. The sea is like waves of pounding feet charging /charging/ CHARGING. GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! Lightning flashes again and glints off steel and blood. It’s a raid on your very mind. Trampling. Pillaging. Rifling though your mind, your memories, your everything. The best parts are rifled through, examined, the best of those carried off as the mind retreats again into the dark silence of the calm sea and then into nothing.

The Salty Sea is calm again, yet still overwhelming, more of an individual now than the horde it was before. It’s strong and stoic there amidst the waves and the brine. Salty sea splashes up into your face and along with it is the sense of all those good things. Going home, success, victory. Glory. Majesty. Unity. HAIL. The presence is entirely calm and stoic, at home with the sea. Along with the silence is the constant, gentle rocking of a boat at sea. A sense of turning and looking back is accompanied by the soft glow of a fire. Success. Brilliance. Victory. The flames warm the heart. A light glint of gold and a contented sigh. It is done. For now.


Inspiration

A furore normannorum libera nos domine ("From the fury of the Northmen deliver us, O Lord!")
- the monks of Lindisfarne and other parts of England

The theme for this clutch was explorers and Njordeth and his egg were based on the classic real life explorers and pillagers, the vikings. I don’t watch Full Metal Alchemist myself and google was very lean on information on Olivier Mira Armstrong, but I did my best to capture what I could find and understand of her and incorporate it with the strong viking influence and have come to the conclusion that she would fit very well amidst vikings, both ancient and modern.

Pillage Then Burn Egg was based specifically on the activity from which the viking culture was given its name: going a-viking. Viking was originally a verb that was used for the action of the process of going out and pillaging other settlements. (wow that sounded better in my head >.>) Pillage Then Burn Egg is based on the traditional draco-form viking longship ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viking_longship ) and the mindvoice (obviously) on the sea the vikings called home with the touches covering the journey to a village, the raid, and the return journey.

Self-Reliance, Discipline, Fidelity, Perserverance, Industriousness, Honor, Hospitality, Courage, Truth
- NNV

Modern vikings (heathens, asatru/vanatru, odinists) follow what they call the Nine Noble Virtues. this is just one version of it, though they all cover very similar meanings and when it came time to organize Njordeth’s personality, they were where I started and while I quickly moved beyond them, I wanted to make them available to you as a quick and dirty guide to Njordeth’s morals.

In a flash of insight the secret magic of the runes was revealed to him.
He took up the runes and mastered them, eighteen powerful charms for protection, success in battle, lovemaking, healing and the power to bring back the dead.
- Manowar, Gods of War, The Blood of Odin

Just a small note on his desc. Trying to describe the runes in a Pernese manner would have been longer than the entirety of the rest of his desc, so when I say there are sigils around his ankles these ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elder_futhark ) are what I mean. And the reason the runes on Njordeth himself are simpler than those on his egg is that the ones on the shields on his egg are bindrunes ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bindrune ) which were often put on the shields of warriors as protection and displayed openly to let others know what clans were represented.

Crack the Earth, Gods of Thunder
Man and beast will be torn asunder
Into the Fight I own the right
To be the King of kings
- Manowar, Gods of War, King of Kings

What’s in a name? Oh, yeah :D This passage inspired Njordeth’s hatching name. King of Kings is a title often given to Odin by his followers as well as those strongest warriors. His name itself is doubly-inspired. Njord (aka Aegir) is the Norse god of the seas. One of the Vanir, he is the father of Freyr and Freya, the twins who were sent to live with the Aesir after the two factions warred. Norde is also the German word for north with similar variants throughout all of the scandinavian languages.


Clutch Siblings

PCs:
Specter of a Queen Gold Zuvaleyuth - Dtirae
Scamp by Day Vigilante by Night Brown Maehwazeyeth - Jaye
Sharp-Witted Warrior and Strategist Blue Jheth - K'hys

NPCs:
Fighting With the Legends of Yore Brozne Davarnesonth - P'on
These Fortians are Crzy Blue Obelizkth - As’trix
Make Way for the Runway Green Aravith - C’or
Make-Believe Zeppelin Pilot Green Elliveth - C’arl


Lineage

9 Gold
Tempeth
Bronze
Corinth
8 Gold
Samanth
Bronze
Zaristh1
7 Gold
Felinth
Bronze
Pentath
Gold
Arolaeth2
Bronze
Zaristh1
Gold
Ralorieth
Brozne
Keysith
Gold
Everenth3
Bronze
Branth4
Gold
Everenth3
Bronze
Branth4
Gold
Arolaeth2
Bronze
Zaristh1
Gold
Arolaeth2
Bronze
Zaristh1
6 Gold
Genevraith
Bronze
Branth4
Gold
Miyareith
Bronze
Willowith
Gold
Pranath5
Bronze
Sorvoth6
Gold
Embreth
Brozne
Varbaeth
Gold
Biancath7
Bronze
Koliath8
Gold
Pranath5
Bronze
Sorvoth6
Gold
Frydath9
Bronze
Valenth10
Gold
Frydath9
Bronze
Valenth10
Gold
Kazarenth
Bronze
Angelesth
Gold
Arolaeth2
Bronze
Zaristh1
5 Gold
Biancath7
Bronze
Koliath8
Gold
Isisth
Bronze
Vorshnath
Gold
Ilveraeth
Bronze
Xalmyrilth11
Gold
Hamanth12
Bronze
Kalerriarth
Gold
Wiyaneth13
Brozne
Larzith
Gold
Hamanth12
Bronze
Tyfth
Gold
Zaislinth
Bronze
Alhenaeth14
Gold
Fenillanth
Bronze
Xiaoth
Gold
Ararinth
Bronze
Temocheth
4 Gold
Orianath
Bronze
Vianth
Gold
Sevaruth
Bronze
Xalmyrilth11
Gold
Umniyath15
Bronze
Nemmenth
Gold
Umniyath15
Bronze
Vsonath
Gold
Noleandrath
Brozne
Illusiath
Gold
Kilaueth
Bronze
Alhenaeth14
Gold
Pagnisath
Bronze
Osraebukath
3 Gold
Wiyaneth13
Bronze
Izelth
Gold
Teloriith
Bronze
Dhonzayth
Gold
Ellamariseth
Bronze
Kinseth
Gold
Avarinth
Bronze
Treasath
2 Gold
Sakrienth
Bronze
Ytroth
Gold
Miraneith
Bronze
Glyith
1 Gold
Zuhth
Bronze
Velokraeth

Credits

Name Njordeth
Dam Gold Zuhth
Sire Bronze Velokraeth
Created By P’rius
Impressee A’lin
Hatched 18 November 2011
Fort Weyr
PernWorld MUSH