Post by Sindri on Dec 22, 2009 19:28:54 GMT -8
Hi!
My name is Sindri!
Well... Actually, it's Sindri Salpausselka.
I mean, well... Not quite. Sindri Snorrisdaughter Salpausselka, Winter Child of the Northern Mountains.
But you can just call me Sindri. The rest is really just tradition and such. You know how that can get.
So yeah. I guess I might as well explain all of that. 'Winter Child' is an easy enough place to start. I was born on December 18 according to the popular calendar. It's been just a little over fourteen years since then, though.
Which sorta leads into that one problem of mine. I'm still not married, and I've sorta stumbled out of the mountains to find that I rather like it here. Winter? Really? It feels like a chilly springtime, if anything.
So how the heck am I going to drag someone home to marry? I dunno, but I gotta find someone before going home or I'll be counted as an old shrew and probably have to take over as the firemagi of the group. Yeah, we still do that. I dunno if everyone else ever did that, but our people have had firemagi for something like forever. I mean, as long as we've been out in the mountains, which HAS to be almost as long as humans have been in this world.
I'm human. Get used to it. We aren't as fragile as you think, after all. I live up north in the mountains where most people don't think it's possible to live. No, we don't farm, idiot. We hunt and trade and sometimes you find nice little valleys full of fruit trees and start collecting whatever you can find.
So what am I doing so far south? Trading, mostly. I mean, when you've got a Llama and nothing to do with it, you might as well trade. I made a killing off of some stupid sheep farmers a while back, and I've been waltzing on through the woods back and fourth between their little town and the big walled city of Illinor a couple of times already.
The war? Why would I care about that? I care about that sort of politics about as much as I care about what spells best clean chamber pots. Oh, I know all about politics. We have a leader up in our little tribe, see, and we all follow him. Like, literally, in his footsteps. And he's first in line. So if you want to challenge him, you step off to the side and make your own footsteps. Like, you know, next to his. So then people decide which footsteps they want to walk in. Then we get to our camp and the leader looks back and sees that the challenger isn't in his line. They fight, and the winner gets to be leader. But you can't just step out of footsteps, because if you do then other tribes can tell how many people are in a line, and that's not good strategy. You just gotta have a leader and maybe one or two rebels once in a while. Lines of snow.
Should I mention that I haven't walked in anyone elses' footsteps for a long while now? Because I haven't. It's strange, making your own footsteps in the snow.
Quick Info:
Alignment: Neutral Good-ish. Sorta.
Affinity: Fire, but useless since she can't use magic.
Abilities: none.
My name is Sindri!
Well... Actually, it's Sindri Salpausselka.
I mean, well... Not quite. Sindri Snorrisdaughter Salpausselka, Winter Child of the Northern Mountains.
But you can just call me Sindri. The rest is really just tradition and such. You know how that can get.
So yeah. I guess I might as well explain all of that. 'Winter Child' is an easy enough place to start. I was born on December 18 according to the popular calendar. It's been just a little over fourteen years since then, though.
Which sorta leads into that one problem of mine. I'm still not married, and I've sorta stumbled out of the mountains to find that I rather like it here. Winter? Really? It feels like a chilly springtime, if anything.
So how the heck am I going to drag someone home to marry? I dunno, but I gotta find someone before going home or I'll be counted as an old shrew and probably have to take over as the firemagi of the group. Yeah, we still do that. I dunno if everyone else ever did that, but our people have had firemagi for something like forever. I mean, as long as we've been out in the mountains, which HAS to be almost as long as humans have been in this world.
I'm human. Get used to it. We aren't as fragile as you think, after all. I live up north in the mountains where most people don't think it's possible to live. No, we don't farm, idiot. We hunt and trade and sometimes you find nice little valleys full of fruit trees and start collecting whatever you can find.
So what am I doing so far south? Trading, mostly. I mean, when you've got a Llama and nothing to do with it, you might as well trade. I made a killing off of some stupid sheep farmers a while back, and I've been waltzing on through the woods back and fourth between their little town and the big walled city of Illinor a couple of times already.
The war? Why would I care about that? I care about that sort of politics about as much as I care about what spells best clean chamber pots. Oh, I know all about politics. We have a leader up in our little tribe, see, and we all follow him. Like, literally, in his footsteps. And he's first in line. So if you want to challenge him, you step off to the side and make your own footsteps. Like, you know, next to his. So then people decide which footsteps they want to walk in. Then we get to our camp and the leader looks back and sees that the challenger isn't in his line. They fight, and the winner gets to be leader. But you can't just step out of footsteps, because if you do then other tribes can tell how many people are in a line, and that's not good strategy. You just gotta have a leader and maybe one or two rebels once in a while. Lines of snow.
Should I mention that I haven't walked in anyone elses' footsteps for a long while now? Because I haven't. It's strange, making your own footsteps in the snow.
Quick Info:
Alignment: Neutral Good-ish. Sorta.
Affinity: Fire, but useless since she can't use magic.
Abilities: none.