Morose

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@Nallore Mads is good to go, move her over

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@Nallore You don't need to list clothing as one of the possessions for Carolina - otherwise she looks great!

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@PatientBean hot. accepted. <3

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@Kirah woah I love SELENE too! accepted bae

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@Trainerblue192

-One too many skills. Gotta get rid of one for the purposes of this :P
-Where’s your example post huh? under anything else

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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@Nallore@Trainerblue192@Achronum@Nallore@BlueSky44

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CONFIDENTIAL ASSESSMENT REPORTS

FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY

NOT TO BE RELEASED TO STUDENTS

U = Usagi
SN = Ser Nemo
V = Vision
LN = Lady Nimue

Gray, Dorian - Junior

• Ranking:
  • A - SN
  • B - U
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 1 - SN
  • 1 - U
• Comments:
  • Dorian, as his name correctly implies, is a gift. How many people could control so many objects with such precision, at the tender age of 17? -SN
  • The next kid that walks in here with a musical number, imma smack them. I don't care what the legal team has to do. You can fire me. I just can't take this anymore. Did we accidentally put up a flyer saying that we LOVE musical numbers and HATE auditions that let us see you fight??? Someone kill me, please. Before I assault a child. -U

Kingston, Daniel - Junior

• Ranking:
  • A - SN
  • A (but I am angry about it)- U
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 1 - SN
  • 1000000 - U
• Comments:
  • Control will come with time. Omega level mutants have the powers of gods - and I am eager to see where he takes it. -SN
  • HE TRIED TO KILL ME. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HATE? FIRE. I BETTER GET HAZARD PAY FOR THIS!!! -U

Novikova, Diana - Junior

• Ranking:
  • A - SN
  • A - U
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 1 - SN
  • 1 - U
• Comments:
  • Thoughtful and graceful, Diana is a credit to her namesake. The goddess could not be prouder than I am of her. -SN
  • Okay I'm NOT SAYING that the bribe worked but... Love me some sushi. I'm a little over the entire archery gimmick, but she does well. Would probs be a great asset to a covert team one day. We could always use more teleporters. -U

Raynordattir, Zarina - Junior

• Ranking:
  • A - SN
  • A - U
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 1 - SN
  • 1 - U
• Comments:
  • Mr. Eyeball's comments are charming to the last. As for the performance, I would expect nothing less from a promising future Valkyrie. She would be an asset to any team. -SN
  • Okay I'm gonna be honest, I can't keep track of all of these Asgardians. That being said, she looks like she could fuck some shit up (am I allowed to swear in these? oops). Maybe it's time to bring back A-Force? -U

Crane, Madalyne - Sophomore

• Ranking:
  • B - U
  • B - V
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 3 - U
  • 6 - V
• Comments:
  • Agile and ruthless. Love the sword and sorcery. Wish the rest of the magic types would learn to do a push-up or two. -U
  • She shows a great deal of promise and talent. However, I would advise caution and increased mentorship. -V

Flynn, Zelda - Freshman

• Ranking:
  • C - SN
  • C - LN
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 1 - SN
  • 5 - LN
• Comments:
  • I quite enjoyed seeing her application of desired properties to fashion. Goodness knows that some of my colleagues are lacking in it. However, I would like to see an incorporation of her mutant gifts in the future. She has the pedigree for greatness. -SN
  • She is a weaver, like her irksome mother. There is much in her depths that has yet to be discovered. -LN

Novikov, Percy - Freshman

• Ranking:
  • D - SN
  • A - LN
• Likelihood of villainy:
  • 10 - SN
  • 5 - LN
• Comments:
  • Ser Nemo left this section blank.
  • I have never seen his like before and I do not believe I will do so again. The river curls around him, yet he is unworthy of her power. -LN

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

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Percy Novikov

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Location: Training Room B w/ Ser Nemo and Nimue
Skills: Temporal Teleportation, Perception

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Percy had made no requests for his audition.

He hadn't told his family what he had been planning on doing. Percy had assumed, likely correctly, that they would have attempted to talk him out of it. But in his gut, he knew that this was the correct call. He had heard from Diana about the sort of auditions her friends would do - some of them would fight things, others would do artistic demonstrations. His original thought had been that he could recite the Odyssey in ten different languages while teleporting around an obstacle course. That would have been fine. But would it have been memorable? No. Would it have stood out against all the other students with similar ideas (albeit likely with less perfect pronunciation of Ancient Greek)? No.

If it resulted in his expulsion (which Percy had begrudgingly considered a small possibility), that would be fine. He would make a name for himself, one way or another. He didn't care about getting put on the Avengers or the Fantastic Four (bleh) one day - all he cared about was becoming a legendary hero, the type from the legends of old. He had been reading an account of the life of one of Japan's sword saints, Miyamoto Musashi, when the idea struck him.

Percy had no regrets. But even if he had, it was too late to turn back now. He stood in the hallway outside of the audition room, a bag slung over his shoulder. He had had to wake up early that morning and slip off of campus to get what he had needed. Given the number of kids he saw going around with medieval weaponry, he doubted the school would have an issue with what he had acquired - his mothers though were another story.

"Percy Novikov? We are ready for you," a cold, watery voice said. Percy saw her head poke out the moment she emerged from the door. She wore a simple mold-stained white gown, and a wreath of twigs around her face. She was made entirely out of water, her features hard to observe through their shimmering effect. He could smell the lake on her. He half expected her to toss a sword at him.

"Right, thank you," Percy said. He couldn't quite parse her accent. It sounded very old. At any rate though, he was moderately concerned. He hadn't planned for her to be a creature made out of water.

He stepped on through the door, his bag slung over his shoulder. He was wearing his academy uniform. Everything had been calculated here. Well, almost everything. He hadn't anticipated the ringing that sounded in his ears as he entered the room, the way he almost stumbled for a moment before his brain righted itself. The room was expansive, large, and almost entirely empty. The Lady of the Lake took a seat behind a rickety table, covered in papers. Next to her was an uncannily familiar old man. He must have been Ser Nemo, the new time travel studies professor. Percy was immediately annoyed and confused as to why Ser Nemo didn't look up at him, didn't acknowledge him, didn't address him.

Well, fine then.

The Lady of the Lake cleared her throat. "You may begin when-- argh!!"

The air around Percy had shimmered briefly, before he reappeared at the judges' table - and with one flawlessly smooth motion, kicked it over into the judges. Lady Nimue collapsed into a puddle of water, trickling away and reconstituting herself almost instantly. Ser Nemo though was suddenly a few feet away, standing on his feet like nothing had happened. How did he move so... Percy asked himself, his eyes narrowing.

Percy pulled his prize out of his bag - a sturdy axe with a red handle. The air shimmered around him and with a whoosh, he appeared a foot or so away from Ser Nemo, swinging the blade for a killing blow. But instead, Percy's axe bounced off of the wall of the training room - it was meant to withstand things much stronger than the axe swing of a puny little thing like him. Ser Nemo wasn't there. The ringing in the back of Percy's head was getting louder. Where the hell was that old man?!

"O young one, stop this madness at once!" Lady Nimue commanded. She reached into her breast and pulled out a stone sword, the hilt covered in moss.

He narrowly teleported away from the swing of her blade, reappearing on the other side of the training room. He hadn't considered the possibility that they wouldn't understand his audition. But even now, he was more irritated with this old man - an annoyance that Percy himself did not fully understand. How could someone so old and frail move so fast? Was he a speedster? There wasn't much information on him, but even then... What? Nemo was sitting at the table again, sipping his tea, as if nothing had happened. Had he righted the table? When did that happen?

The air shimmered and Percy re-appeared, swinging his axe at Lady Nimue from behind. He was quick enough that she did not have a chance to swing her rocky sword, the axe gliding through the liquid of her body. But as she was a being of water, it did not do much at all to her. But he continued on anyways. Hopefully she got his point. He teleported again, this time right above Ser Nemo, swinging the axe for a decapitating blow -

And his blade connected with the elderly man's flesh.

"Thank you for your consideration," Percy said, having pulled the blade back at the last second, so that it was merely just touching the back of Ser Nemo's neck. Percy dropped the axe. He bowed, just as Katniss Everdeen did - a woman who reminded him very much of his mother. The ringing in his ears was getting louder by the second, and he felt liquid begin to trickle from his nose. A nosebleed.

The Lady of the Lake stared at him - her expression was briefly calculating for a moment, before a mask of astonishment slipped over it. Ser Nemo did not look up at Percy. He still held his cup of tea, as if nothing had happened at all. Percy couldn't recall the old man saying a single word. Had he acknowledged Percy's presence at any moment? Would it have been the same if Percy had just gone in and eaten a cupcake - just nothing from this man, this person who Percy was supposed to be learning from here at the school?

He decided then and there that he hated Ser Nemo.

A small part of him wished the he had killed him.

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

@thatguy We're all full, sorry!

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Outside Burger King
Skills: N/A

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Nancy wished Zeke hadn't been there. She wished it had just been her and Kristin, that she could've punched the other girl over and over again until her knuckles bled - that she would've been picking stray fragments of Kristin's teeth out of her hair until the next solstice. It would've felt good to become an atomic bomb, to let all of the pressure inside of her explode outwards, to feel the vibrations of her voice curl around everything in a 10 mile vicinity and lacerate it until it was nothing. She wanted to transform into just a force of anger and fury, to burn everything that was in her path. Nancy wanted to be a destroyer.

Her body tensed, and the imperial gold daggers vanished from her hands. Nancy clenched her fists and swallowed that demonic part of her self whole. She managed it this time. But maybe next time, she wouldn't. "You shouldn't offer to fight me. I go for blood," Nancy told Zeke darkly, a warning. She had stepped away from that precipice. But maybe next time, she'd let her anger consume her - and let it brutalize all in her path.

"I'm not going back with them. I'm done. You can all go save the world on your own. I'll be fine. I'm always fine." She didn't fully know what she was going to do. But even as she said the words, a part of her realized how futile they likely would be. She knew she'd return to the Lotus Hotel and Casino - she knew that she would be thrown into the crucible. She just didn't know who would emerge.

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Under the Sea
Skills: Superspeed

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Leda didn't take her eyes off of Kiera until she went around a turn, vanishing from sight. A melancholic acceptance settled over her bones. She forced a smile onto her face, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Right then. If anything gets real twisted, I want you to run - or swim or whatever - as fast as you can. Don't stop till you get back to Camp Fish-blood. Understood? If you argue with me, I'll dunk you in the toilets when we get back to Camp Half-blood," Leda instructed Sera, joking and serious at the same time. She needed to keep Sera safe. Sera didn't have the same amount of experience as Leda did. And she was so incredibly young.

She surveyed the scene ahead of them. Oceanus had gone into a massively guarded cave with the trident. There didn't look to be any easy access points. "Hold on a mo' - I'm going to go scout, see where's easiest to get in, if I'm fast enough they won't be able to see me... I think," Leda proposed. She didn't give Sera a chance to argue about it. She also just hoped that no one noticed the rainbow blur zipping around the cave. She took off at a run, going as fast as she could. On her first pass, she didn't see anything interesting. On the second pass though, she saw it - a small opening in the wall of the cave, big enough for a demigod to slip on through. She dashed back to next to Sera, having spent only seconds running. "Alright, there's a crack we go on through. I can't carry you and the trident. I can zip us on in together, but going out, you'll have to run. Are you good with that? I can go in alone as well, luv, if you'd like."

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Runa the Grey

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Runa the Grey

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Character Summary

Name: Runa Baldurdattir
Alias Queen Runa, Runa the Grey, Gullveig, She Who Walks in Flames, the Seeress, Baldur's Daughter, the Goddess of Lies and Darkness, the Goddess of Rebirth and Resurrection, They Who Never Died, Runa Blake, Runa Banner, the Exile, Nanna's Joy
Pronouns: She/They
Age: The stars have long since died, Surtur's flame has turned the Nine Realms to ash, and yet she remains
Birthday: August 26th, 1332
Birth Place: Breiðblikk, Asgard
Source: Asgardian Divinity
Domain: Burning Rebirth and Resurrection

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Appearance

Height: 5'2"
Weight: 80 pounds
Build: Frail, bony
Eyes: N/A
Hair: Grey
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: She has no eyes. The piercings in her ears have long since healed, only small scars remaining. There is a scar over where their heart should be, yet no one has glimpsed their naked form in millennia, and they are not going to tell a soul it is there.
Personal Style: A life time ago, they had been taken with pretty, fanciful dresses. She was a different person back then. Now, Runa wears grey robes, hooded so as to obscure her eyes - or the sockets where they had once been. Her hair is kept in braids, ones that she hopes are at least somewhat neat, even though it has been eons since she has seen another soul.

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Psychology

Compassionate * Ruthless * Dedicated * Self Hating * Wise * Lonely

Runa the Grey is a tragic figure, although she does not see herself that way. They have always been a being of warring natures, of a duality that others could not comprehend. The light that burns within them cannot be without the cold embrace of the darkness. They are compassionate to those in need, yet cruel to the wicked and unthankful. She dances in the dying rays of an ancient star, just as she clings to the cool shadows of a cave, breathing in the hearty scent of moss and decay. Although it has been quite some time since she has really spoken with another living soul, she does not attempt to put people at ease. Let them think that she is strange. That is one thing that has been a constant throughout her long, long life.

Runa the Grey is a hopeless romantic. Her love drives her actions and decisions, and to her, the world would be nothing without it. She would gladly burn for a millennia than see anyone she cares for suffer. They could not and still cannot bear such a thought. This hopeless romanticism plays into somewhat of an aura of wistful sorrow, as they yearn deeply for what they know they can never have again. Just as Orpheus cannot look back upon his beloved or else lose her forever, Runa the Grey cannot look for their loved ones. But that pain eats at them constantly, and some days, as much as Runa believes they no longer are at the mercy of their mental illness, it comes back on all of the sudden with violent intensity.

Some might describe Runa as an Uncle Iroh type - or perhaps a cryptid. The truth is somewhere in the middle. They are an elderly person, an old version of a young witch who had her eyes opened to the possibilities of the world for the first time, and then to save those they held dear had to lose them forever. They are a breaker of cycles, a destroyer of chains. Everything dies. And everything should die.

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Widowed
Fatal Flaw: Self Hatred
Inner Demon: Deicide

Habits: sighing when they think someone is being stupid, biting their lip
Hobbies: taking long walks at dusk
Fears:

• the Dominion they created
• The return of Ragnarok
• Possession, body and soul

Likes:

• The warmth of the rays of a star on her face
• Brewing potions
• Singing
• Weaving and sewing
• Reminiscing on bygone eras
• Puppies
• The crisp breeze of the ocean
• Running with wolves
• Hot springs
• A calming cup of tea
• Crows
• Sunflowers

Dislikes:

• Sudden, loud noises
• Time travelers - and the necessity to kill them
• Cycles
• Amateur magicians
• Denim
• Bubble Tea
• IDs
• Crowds
• Cows

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Cards On The Table

Skills:

• Daggers
• Staff Combat
• Singing
• Astronomy
• Weaving
• Runology
• Stamina
• Herbalism
• Intuition
• Agility

Medical Issues/Injuries:

• No eyes
• No heart
• History of anxiety, depression, and suicidal ideation

Possessions:

• A staff carved from bone
• A bag of stone runes
• A ritual dagger

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History

The Maiden - a Horror Past: She had been married once to a Midgardian man. The Goddess of Love had confirmed that their romance had been written in the stars - that even the Norns could not utter a prophetic word to prevent it. He was long lived for a Midgardian, yet even his lifespan was small compared to that of an Asgardian. She mourned with him for his fallen friends - some lost in battle, some to sickness, others to just the ravages of time. They thought they had been prepared for his passing. They had raised their children together and traveled the universe, going on countless adventures.

But on the day Loki presented their husband's head to her, sneering at the cruel joke, Runa realized they had not been prepared at all. They let out a primal scream, cosmic flames warping around them, as they magicked themselves to Hel's domain. They pled with Hel for their lover's life, only to be told that they could reclaim their husband, should they raise him under their own power. They did. The thing that came back from the grave was a mindless beast. It was not their husband.

The greatest trauma of Runa's life was when she then re-severed his head.

The Mother - a Mad Truth: Runa the Grey wants nothing more than freedom from the chains of Ragnarok. They have defeated the cycle, saving their people by having them ascend to become a new Dominion, a collective god-entity that exists outside of time and space. The price was grave; she could not go with them. She remains at the end of the world, frail and in the queendom of her power, sucking dry the dead magic of a dead universe. Yet they stay vigilant. Time travelers have appeared before, intent on returning to their time and finding a different way to kill the gods. Runa kills them without pity. Even as the Dominion cannot be undone, a version of her family could still be plunged back into that horrific cycle of death, and Runa will not allow that. They will do whatever it takes to ensure that the people of Asgard remain beyond the touch of Ragnarok. They will burn a universe and construct something new from the ashes if it was needed. Such is the strength of their will.

The Crone - a Grim Future: In this tale, Runa the Grey walks alone. Her people have ascended and cast her aside. Her dead heart beats with the power of a destroyed universe. There is little magic left. Yet she can still go to other realms, realms outside time and space, ones where magic has not yet been depleted. They arrive as a conquerer. They bring Limbo to its knees. They conquer the Mojoverse. They move to Otherworld and capture the Starlight Citadel, where she ritually sacrifices Saturnyne, Roma, and Morgan Le Fay. Brimming with power, she consumes Yggdrasil, becoming one with all existence, and then, she ends it. She snuffs out every life without a thought.

Runa the Grey is still alone. But now, no one has what they lack.

The Lore: This Runa, like many others, was born in the gleaming hall of Baldur on Asgard to the God of Love and his wife, the joyous Nanna. She was the second and youngest child, after her brother Forseti, the God of Justice. By the time she could crawl, her brother was already running Asgard's courts, delivering the All-Father's justice to those who would seek it out. Subsequently, she grew up like siblings with her cousin, Klara Thordottir. The two of them laughed and played and danced throughout the gleaming meadows of Nanna.

But not everything was so idealistic and happy for them. Runa had a terrible power. With a whisper, they could change lies into truth. This horrified the citizens of Asgard, seeing another in the house of Odin with a power they decried as demonic. They were Loki come again, just as monstrous as the other children Angrboda had bore him. The fear and terror and revulsion was like poison, turning Runa's happy days into ones of bone chilling sorrow.

For centuries, she was trapped in a deep depression.

Yet it was not forever. Like a butterfly bursting from a chrysalis, Runa came into themselves. They came into their power. They learned to love and accept themselves. They proclaimed themselves the Goddess of Burning Rebirth, finding that they could now heal with flames, turning to ash what would not live and renewing it, much like the Entity of Eternal Flame, the Phoenix. The witch found love and companionship, and bore several children, adoring each more than the stars in the skies.

She was truly happy and content. She thought that her story was over.

But then Ragnarok began. Her father Baldur was slain by the hands of a blind god. Loki was freed from his bonds. The dead sailed with him for Asgard, the giants revolted, the Midgard Serpent emerged from the waves, the world was at its end. Runa sacrificed her eyes to drink from Mimir's well, to learn how to save her family - to save the Nine Realms from Surtur's flames.

The price was grave. But they paid it. Their loved ones ascended, freed from the cycle of Ragnarok. And Runa remained behind, burdened to walk through the ashes of a dead world, of which she is both queen and sorceress supreme.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I am the only me that ever was."
Song: The Saints I by Dirt Poor Robins
Anything Else: Marvel's first lesbian, Victoria Montesi; Percy's Audition
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

The Grimoire

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The Grimoire

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Runa the Grey

Sorceress Supreme of a Dying Realm

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Seidhr

• Type: Divination
• Description: A mystical practice from Norse Myth, where the user can predict and shape the future. The user astrally leaves their body during this process, leaving them vulnerable.
• Notes: Runa gained the title Seeress and the name Gullveig when they perfected this technique. The name Gullveig previously belonged to Freya, who instructed her in this art.

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Brannreise

• Type: Conjuration
• Description: The art of traveling through flames. The user can use pre-existing flames, or simply engulf themselves in flames of their own making.
• Notes: Runa gained the title She Who Walks in Flames when they perfected this technique.

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Flammehelbredelse

• Type: Evocation
• Description: This is a practice where that which no longer works is burned away, leaving something viable behind. It can be used to heal wounds, physical or mental. The larger the wound that is healed, the greater the change that is demanded. For example, healing a shattered psyche will not restore the person who once was - instead, someone new will inhabit that body.

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Oppstandelse

• Type: Necromancy
• Description: The restoration of life to a dead vessel. The soul is not drawn back. This spell is imperfect.
• Notes: This is the spell Runa attempted to use to bring back her husband. They have not been able to identify a way to recapture the soul. What once was cannot be what will be.

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Kosmisk Ild

• Type: Evocation
• Description: Fireball. Runa can summon and shape flames, commanding it to burn what they wish.

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Himmelfartsdag

• Type: Necromancy
• Description: The use of magical relics or beings to fuel to ascension of a person or group of people to Dominionhood. The cost is great.
• Notes: Runa has used this spell once before. They are still paying the price.

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Elder Futhark Runes

• Type: Divination, Conjuration
• Description: The Elder Futhark runes are used both as a language, but also as symbols for various concepts. Per Asgardian magic, runes have a metaphysical and magical quality, able to be used for protection, spells, and communication with the supernatural.
• Runes and Associations:
  • fehu - Cattle, Wealth
  • ūruz - Wild Ox, Water
  • þurisaz - Giant
  • ansuz - God
  • raidō - Ride, Journey
  • kaunan - Ulcer
  • gebō - Gift
  • wunjō - Joy
  • hagalaz - Hail (precipitation)
  • naudiz - Need
  • īsaz - Ice
  • jēra - Year, Good Year, Harvest
  • īhwaz - Yew Tree
  • perþ - Pear Tree
  • algiz - Elk, Protection, Defense
  • sōwilō - Sun
  • tīwaz - Tyr
  • berkanan - Birch
  • ehwaz - Horse
  • mannaz - Man
  • laguz - Water, Lake
  • ingwaz - Frey
  • ōþila - Heritage, Estate, Possession
  • dagaz - Day
• Notes: Raidō is the rune she has the deepest connection with and typically gives Runa the best results.

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