BËRG.  |  Blekr  9.5  ft.  FERAL:  DRAGONLØRD
ᛋᛏᚱᛁᚦ: “STEEL  '⅋  SALT  ENDURE..”

Saga of Frostbound Skies,
Kindled by Hearthfire & Silent Skýfǫr.↻

Before runes found a name, before a bone—carved compass ever trembled, only a saga endured within the glow of eldr of a dreki that chooses the rider, never the reverse.  ۬۟۬ 𖤦ᰰ‌  Raised on half spoken sögur and storm bound varnaðarorð, on salt worn charts and weather split leiðir, beneath stars that never break oath nor ljós. @blissette @LadyLures @Melvnoir Thus began the ferð—not by sail, nor by oar but by hunger rooted deep within the soul, while örlög sharpened its unseen blade in shadow. For the North does not beckon the untested. It tempers. ᛁᛏ ᛏᚱᛁᛖᛋ. And when flame weds sky, no rider is born—only chosen.


   [ . . . ] E. 793 ː CHRONICLES OF BËRG. 𖡹⭛
      Frostbound         Omen         Unyielding
     The    Flamebound    Skyward    Ascend
   Whispered   By   Örlög  &  Stjörnur:   Bound

It’s Saturday night, and the 95 Fossil gathered for another garage band practice.

Langforth’s Beomgyu blasted loud guitar riffs while Luthien’s Anton tried to outplay him with his own electric guitar, better, at least in his mind. Luevine’s Jeno quitely softened the noise with his acoustic guitar, while Loughrey’s Dowoon kept the bass steady enough to hold everyone together.

Heisenbërg’s Karina and Mirthwood’s Sangwon argued over the drums every few minutes.
“Too fast.”
“You’re just late.”
“Count properly and shut up.”

Then Mondcroft’s Gawon randomly touched the piano and accidentally created a melody that made everyone pause. Wyrmharrow’s Giselle layered soft synth sounds over it until the messy garage started feeling like home.

To strangers, we probably look like people who can’t get along. But honestly, that’s just our way of loving each other.

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