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Frigg Ragu/Heidi Dahlsveen Storyteller [deleted] says:
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Posted at 10:28AM, 29 December 2009 PDT
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The Prince
The Prince had everything delivered to him on a silver plate, but it was not enough for him -- or, perhaps, it was too much.
He wandered in the empty places.
He journeyed through the wild places.
He travelled past the living places.
He never found what he was looking for.
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The King's Nephew
Long ago, the king's sister had been married to the King of Fimbulvetr, and now the King's Nephew had travelled to meet him.
Cold he came to the distant southern court, to the warm southern court, to the sun-drenched southern court. There, the snow only dusted the ground. There, the snow only covered the trees. There, the snow only tickled.
He missed his home, where wings of ice carried him above snow drifts taller than a king's house; where the trees shattered and the music of their shattering filled each night; where the ice that fell from the sky pierced like arrows, or like love.
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The Royal Bastard
Royal Portrait, artist unknown.
Gift from an anonymous donor, now to be found in the Riket Room of the National Museum.
Restoration in progress.
Subject of the portrait believed to be Sigurd Snoweyes, the illegitimate son of the 7th king. Folktales claim that at his birth at the height of a winter storm, spirits of wind and snow called for him to be given over to them. This took place for three nights, until a priest baptisized the child. Note the cross, which he was reported to wear at all times in his life since his baptism, but for one occasion.
At his father's death, Sigurd fought over the throne with his half-sister, as the king's heir the Prince had long gone missing. At the Battle of Frostheim, Sigurd Snoweyes's nearly won the day. During a charge, however, the cross torn from him. A sudden blizzard swept over the battlefield. When it was done and men could see again without snow filling their eyes, Sigurd could not be found, neither dead nor alive. He was never seen again, according to legend.
See Karlsson's _History of the Royal Family_ for an extensive discussion of the War of the Succession.
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The sister of the princess great-great-great-grandmother was set to sleep by the Three Sisters and many princes tried to awake her, with no success.
Some say only female lips can awake her...
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Portrait of the king's mother, who saved her kingdom from imperialist invasion, leading her old father's army into battle when all her brothers cowered. Although she was a woman, her father made her the crown heir, for her bravery.
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Lady Pfingstrose
Second cousin to The Princess. It is believed that her mother - who died in childbirth - was Faerie royalty, given her unusual coloring and features, not to mention her pointy ears, which she kept covered by her long hair.
In the spring of her 16th year, she went to the woods to pick flowers and was never seen again. Rumor has it that her mother's family stole her away to become bride to the new Faerie King, thus assuring the continuance of their presence at court, and to bolster the faerie stock with her partially human blood.
The disappearance of his "Little Pea" left her father inconsolable, and he set off on a quest to find her and bring her home. He was found two years later outside of a faerie ring, horribly aged for his 42 years, and died soon after.
Lady Pfingstrose was never seen or heard from in this world again.
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Here is the crazy aunt/founder/mythologist nobody wants to talk about....
(this is so much fun)
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An ancient Queen, secretly crowned. Only the gilded pillars witnessed.
[http://www.flickr.com/photos/diamandagustafson/4258997714/]
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La Petite Susanne
She was waiting for her love to come, alone near the forest. It was a hot night, the stars were bright up in the sky.
She waited for days, for months, for years 'till she died, with blood down her arms.
Her body still wait for her love, near a creepy tree, in the unknow forest.
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Story later...
But I can say this...the wind was blowing, and the skies ominously announcing the darkness that would soon follow. In the last vestiges of light, the elusive mythologist, the one rarely mentioned for her contributions to the founding of The Companion, can be seen walking the periphery of the red woods once inhabited by her and her clan, ages ago.
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Among all the kin of the royal family there was a distant second cousin, a lonely girl whose constant companion was a cat. When the girl grew older, she began to wish that she had a human companion. She talked to her cat, told it all her secrets, but the cat, being a cat, never said anything to her. It was just there, as royal a presence as any princess when it curled up at the foot of her bed.
When the girl turned fifteen, her fairy godmother -- after all, she was kin to the royal family, so of course she had a fairy godmother -- attended the small feast held in her honour. As fairy godmothers sometimes are wont to do, she offered the girl a wish. With hardly any hesitation at all, the girl asked that her companion, the cat, be turned into a human being so that she might have the company of someone other than a silent animal.
The fairy godmother hesitated, and asked the girl if this was really what she wanted. The girl insisted that it was, and so the fairy godmother had no choice but to give the girl her wish. A wave of her wand, and where the cat had stood a moment before there stood a lovely young woman with skin like cream and hair like shiny copper penny. Only her eyes told the tale of what she had been before.
The girl was overjoyed, for now she had a companion that she could talk to and who would talk to her. And for a time, all seemed well. But one evening, after night had fallen, the cat-eyed maiden slipped out of the castle and wandered away. Always a cat at her heart, she could not resist the call of the wide world and the chance to wander so much further than she had ever done before.
As far as anyone knows, she still roams far and wide, a fickle and restless creature who never remains in one place for long.
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Picture and post processing by Peter Stindberg
Story and avatar by Zippora Zabelin
The Ice Princess
Only few people know that the princess (from the story "The Companion"- Z.Z.) had a stepsister, who's mother had been gone for long by a cause that no one seemed to remember. The loss of her mother had filled the girl's heart with cold and when she grew up she shunned people. Quietly the young woman lived in a wing of the castle and the only one who really knew her was her father, the king. He adored her, because her whole being reminded him of his first wife, an enchanting elf.
The older princess was very unlike her warm hearted young sister, but this didn't mean she was not beautiful. On the contrary: she was of a staggering beauty. Whoever met her, would feel a shiver run down their spine and was not sure if it was caused by the cold in her eyes or by the loveliness of her appearance. Her bluish grey skin was like a winter sky before it would burst into snow, her white hair was like the snow itself and her eyes were like frost flowers on a window. Therefore the people in the country called her the Ice Princess.
One day in winter happened what occurs to every young woman and her quiet life was shaken up: the Ice Princess fell in love. A stranger knocked on the door and the moment she saw him she knew that they were one of a kind. His flapping wings made a cold wind blow through the castle and everything he lay his eyes on froze. All inhabitants shivered and wished him to leave as soon as possible, but the Ice Princess loved him at first sight. The name of this unwelcomed visitor was North Wind.
While the other people were hiding in the shelter of their warm houses, the Ice Princess and North Wind walked over frozen fields and through snowy forests, laughing and talking all the way. Never before the princess had enjoyed her life as she did now and she decided that she by no means could live on without the company of North Wind. So she went to her father and asked him permission to marry this strong and fierce man who had brought fresh air in her life.
The king was torn apart. He loved his oldest daughter and was glad to finally see her happy. But he also had the responsibility for his country and its inhabitants and if the North Wind would stay, it would be disastrous for the harvests and they would face a future of famine and poverty. And thus the old king told his daughter that her lover had to leave.
The Ice Princess was furious for him denying her request and her eyes became colder than they'd ever been before. If the North Wind had to go, she said, she would go with him and would never see her father again. The king on his turn couldn't stand the thought of his beloved daughter leaving and begged her to stay. She would find another man for sure, he told her, she was a beautiful woman after all.
Unfortunately the Ice Princess insisted. If she had to choose between the comfort of the castle of her youth or a wandering life with the North Wind, she knew what to do. And thus it happened that she left home and travelled the world with her lover for the rest of her life, causing snow and bitter cold where ever they went.The Ice Princess did not leave home though, without revenging on the king's judgement by using the power of magic that she'd inherited from her elven mother. At the day of her departure it started snowing and freezing on the castle and its properties and it has never stopped since.
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Another dinner.
Another night of toasting and pretending to be happy.
Another night of not being seen, of watching them come just to woo her.
Just once, I wish the hero would come for me...
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Those are my royal portraits.
One cold morning, through the Norwegian dense forest, the queen of the elves fled to a remote site in the high peaks of the highest mountains. Humans threaten their beloved forests, their beloved river ... Never again would show them. His little girl, half human half elf, grew in wisdom and age of 15 years, he returned with his father, Earl Meltion, who loved her with all his heart. Never heard of the elf village from the mountains.
Sword in hand, look at the sea, free spirit ... That was Hawks, the greatest buccaneer of the history of Nova Scotia. Although he suffered many battles, lost a boat, and the woman of his life died of fever, never gave up his greatest passion: the sea.
Prince Edward, a distant relative of the present king, seems to be the origin of the novel was written much later on Dorian Gray and his eternal youth. A magician of his court be advised to paint a picture, on which the magician produced a spell. The king had to ensure that the picture was seen by young people, it takes away your soul and beauty. While the blocks following arrebantando souls, the king would remain forever young. Edward eventually became cruel and ruthless. His enemies seized him and his picture was locked in an attic along with other possessions. One day came the king's mummified corpse in the cell. Since you found the box hidden, remained asleep, until today ...
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Once, many generations ago, the King who ruled from the castle lost his beloved Queen as she gave birth to his son and heir. The poor King was inconsolable, and for a whole year he locked himself in his rooms. He barely ate and drank, and he left the kingdom to his ministers to run. The ministers despaired, and feared that a struggle over the throne might break out among the kin of the King. But they had no idea what to do to make the King see sense.
Then, one year to the day after his wife's death, a cloaked woman appeared at the castle. She told the King's ministers that she could persuade the King to rule his kingdom once more, but only if they allowed her to spend one night in the late Queen's crypt. The ministers hesitated, but in the end they agreed to the peculiar request.
In the morning, the woman emerged, now without her cloak. She looked, it was remarked upon, strikingly similar to the late Queen, though her lips were very dark, almost black. She asked to be taken to the king. Later that day, the King emerged from his rooms for the first time in a year, and sat down on his throne once more.
The mysterious woman remained at his side for the rest of his reign as his mistress, for she refused to marry. And the King never spoke of his late Queen again.
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The eldest daughter of the King's grandfather's brother seemed destined to never marry, after rejecting one suitor after another, from princes to ogres. But then one day she rode out from the castle on her snow-white horse. She was gone for three full moons, and when she returned she was accompanied by a knight in green armour.
It is said the pair were inseparable from that day onwards. But it is also said that the knight was never seen out of his armour, or even without his visor lowered. And he was never heard to speak or make another sound. Indeed, some even claim there was nothing at all within that green suit of armour.
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Children of the Victor I - Vladimir, Constantine and Matei (The triplets)
The Victor, ruler of the dark woods of northern Romania, was the Emperor’s cousin… he was known to have been a very strange character even from his early years preferring the dim light of a candle in a dark corner, rather than bright chandeliers in ballrooms. Very refined and with a passion for education and a thirst for blood that made curious even the fiercest of his kind he hid behind the walls of Dragonis Mannor…
There he met Elena, his obsession and muse to whatever endeavors populated his mind. And they had five children , of a beauty beyond belief, with a skin as white and soft as milk, emerald eyes and cherry red lips. They all looked so frail, so delicate, however innocence was not what they hid beyond their charms…
His sons, mischievous by nature became the subject of gossip throughout the land, and the people telling their legend with somewhat admiration for their power however softly shook by fear since they were amiable and kind, but not without a cost to it.
They were said to be three, each taking a path in their lives that defined their nature even more… One bit by Bat, One by wolf and the other to walk amongst the living… but the instinct is always much more powerful than will, and the idea of being royalty put them into a run for superiority. Long was their fight against one another, but the thirst for blood was shivering throughout their bodies and the mortal was always so appealing as an evening snack to the other two… And blood was shed and a soul was taken under the shadows of the trees that echoed with sorrow along with the Victor’s mourning, for Matei was no more and now the immortals were to settle their own score in their own terms… Vladimir and Constantine… shall carry on their battles for dominion… Child of the Moon and the Soul Reaper… the same blood does no longer make a difference…
Picture Taken at Dragonis Mannor of Clan Dragonis:
slurl.com/secondlife/Rising Phoenix Bay/227/134/602
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Children of the Victor II - Persephone
Persephone… She was the Victor’s favorite… a bright lady, the oldest of his children she followed her father into his preoccupations with a patience only the most astute would be able to master. The Victor loved her dearly and he would not spare the smallest breath to put the world at her feet. And Persephone was close and intimate to Constantine, attracted by his nonchalance and utter disregard for humanity, she made him her protector, entrusting her soul to his keep, as she herself became his cript companion and enjoyed their blood hunts.
Keeping a keen interest on expensive fabrics and fashion, Persephone would often take the Emperor’s daughter shopping on the streets of Paris consuming ardent evenings of laughter between gowns and hats and gloves and soft silk scarves.
And for every soul they took in their Pleiades they blew a dandelion in the soft Paris breeze watching the lime sunset in the gardens of Versailes.
Picture Taken at Dragonis Mannor of Clan Dragonis:
slurl.com/secondlife/Rising Phoenix Bay/227/134/602
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Children of the Victor III - The oracle Medeea
Medeea – the youngest of the Victor’s children was a solitary person spending most of her time in her room… Vladimir used to always pick on her when they were young as she had not been born with the family mark over her chest and treating hr like she would have been an outcast, much to the dislike of Matei... But this strange little girl would only know when she reached the age of 16 that she had inherited her grand-grandmother’s (from her mother’s Elena side) wisdom and witchcraft, powers she quickly learned to manage and use… Thus the alchemist was born, she became the Oracle and developed many potions and spells to keep her safe from her brother Vladimir’s ruthlessness. When she had heard about Matei’s death, she tormented Constantine for his soul and revived it into her spiritual protector and messenger to the world beyond.
Medeea and the emperor’s daughter had never met… mainly because Medeea has dedicated her existence to collecting phoenix feathers which she would use to bring Matei back to life and make him the god of the walking land... And had enslaved Vladimir to forever be in wolven form to guard the fort where the body of Matei and the phoenix feathers were kept from the menace of other sorcerers seeking to use them to recreate the once destroyed philosopher’s stone.
And every night she would dance with the souls in the cemetery...
Picture Taken at Dragonis Mannor of Clan Dragonis:
slurl.com/secondlife/Rising%20Phoenix%20Bay/227/134/602
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It is said that she and Ullr once frolicked and flirted and ran through the fields and over the hills of ice so lightly and quickly that the ice shattered into a million little pieces that fell as tiny crystal flakes onto the villages below them. These tiny crystals became know as snow. And the villagers always knew when ullr and she were romping about because their village became covered with a beautiful blanket snow. Then one day ullr had to leave her and go deep into the snowfield alone... but promised her that snow would always be with her and he gave her magic skis that would bring her to him when his mission was done.
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Frigg Ragu/Heidi Dahlsveen Storyteller [deleted] says:
Thank you so much for your wonderful contribution. I am stunned by your expression and words. Hopefully we, me and Capcat, will come back to you soon, within few days.
Meanwhile take care!
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Frigg Ragu/Heidi Dahlsveen Storyteller [deleted] says:
Dear participants, Capcat and I will make the final decision on saturday. I hope you can be patient and thank you again for your great contribution.
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Frigg Ragu/Heidi Dahlsveen Storyteller [deleted] says:
Thank you so much to everybody. As it was written in the rules - there would not be one winner - but several chosen pictures to fit together a story. There were quite a few entries - here on flickr and inworld. I hope all feel they received an honour or something. I do hope I have sent message to everybody, inworld or here in your flickr mail or both! I do not have all the inworld names and vice verca.
Good luck with your continious wonderful imagination!
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Thank you for selecting my work amongst so many good entries. I am honored.
~TA
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My thanks also, I am much flattered and honored :) Can't wait to see the whole setup!
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Thanks a lot from Zippora and me as well! Will there be a list of selected works?
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Frigg Ragu/Heidi Dahlsveen Storyteller [deleted] says:
Hello Peter and others - when all is on place, I will make a book and send it to you inworld:)) And of course you will see it in the castle, probably and hopefully at the end of the week.
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I can't wait to see it! Thanks again for everything, Frigg! :o)
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