Bayan

It has become routine. Boring there are so far and few interesting developments since the bracers have remained cleared. Should I have expected anything different? No, the time may past but the patterns are ever as the bones are cast. Similar, just a different written story. I wouldn't trade having a contract, verse the freedom to build a new story, though I know Aunty Hel will have a new one at some point. Until that time I seek to strive and that is what a godling good at.

Since the old wind bag has seemingly disappeared to whatever plane of shit he revised from, I have slipped into the business of acquisitions. An enjoyable task that has sated the need for hunting, and amusement. Do you know how often they scream they're not who you're looking for? It amuses me. Blood doesn't lie. While I live within comfort, it is not the finery that the Windbag offered. I do well enough. I manage a modest suite that.. fits the needs of mine. Not my fault those unprepared disappear within it. So far that hasn't bitten me in the ass. Yet. I have to relook at the wards again, and see if the source for that isn't waning. Just another thing upon the lists of survival.

Oh well, into the dark forest again. Time to find the monster and beasts again!

I am uncertain where I stand within this world. The dróttinn is missing. The gargan gone. My original summoner gone. Though fire forged iron clasp my wrists there is no golden gilt to title who I am to obey. I am free upon this island to make of myself what I can and so forward I go into the night. I've myself. I've my bare skills, I will find a way to survived abandoned once again by mortals as all gods seem to be at some point in their lives, and though I hold my followers strongly here. I do not dare not exist, for what comes when all gods are forgotten?

I arrived. Guildereim. Late, but that was Himself's fault and no true fault of mine. One truly cannot be expected to be on time when the means of arriving awaits upon him activating his side of things upon the destination he has decided to land. And yet. I have arrived. Upon a place that feeds to the baser needs s good helspawn can appreciate. The stench of this place alone holds promise, I cannot wait for VD to give me the permission to go forth.

Anticipation. Desire. Despair. Hopelessness. Himself has decided upon a fairly interesting place to land, full of life. And oddly enough death that is familiar to an old girl. I think this is going to be an interesting place to say the least. Enough so, that maybe Himself and bitch boy might leave me at peace for a time. At least long enough to get in touch with the local midwife I hope and obtain the herbs I need. May the Old gods grant me the peace of mind making Himself think he is sterile. It's really the little things in life that makes me smile.

To do list

° Discover the local market ° Set up arrangements for supplies ° Obtain Himself's favorite tea, the black blend if possible. ° Get fish to fertilize the vegetable garden.

° Figure out what supplies need replenishing ° Milk the cows ° Slaughter the dry cows ° Make sure the herd is shorn ° Card and spin hair into wool

° Sharpen the blades ° Repair VD clothing ° Check their boots. ° see if master has found a slave or two to do the tasks I don't care too ° Replace the cook[/] I ate. So Vat doesn't poison us.