The Yule Log

[ragnarsson]

who: The Norse and everyone else in the city!
what: The Norse celebrate Yule. Gods help everyone.
when: December 22nd, Winter Solstice
where: Somewhere outside
warnings: Alcohol, drugs, animal sacrifice, blood play, rough foreplay, sex. Will update if necessary.



The Yule celebration has gotten underway on the Winter Solstice and it promises to be a most interesting night. The Norse have gone all out with this affair to make sure it's going to be a success. First thing to be spotted is a bonfire, so big that you might want to be careful not to trip around it, because you'll fall right in. There's plenty of room for dancing too, if you feel like grooving to a beat that's a little more unusual than most.

The Yule celebration shares a lot of similarities with Christmas, so it's a good time for gift giving. There's little shoes on a table, mimicking the tradition where Odin would leave presents for good children by putting them in their shoes. Claim one as your own and maybe a friend will leave a gift inside one for you. Watch it though. Any grinches will be fed to the Yule Cat.

There's a table set up to the right of the bonfire with food, mostly of the hearty kind that the Norse seem to prefer, and of course, lots of alcohol. Please remember not to get into any drinking contests with the gods. They will observe no responsibility for what happens afterward.

There are also mushrooms for consumption, provided by everyone's favorite psychotic Viking, Ivar The Boneless. These ones are directly from his home world, which means they come with a variety of side effects. They have the ability to make a person hallucinate quite a bit. But they can also make people much more horny than usual. Lastly, there's the effect that hits some people in making them extremely violent. Sometimes one effect hits, sometimes more than one. In any case, anyone who consumes some is assured to have an...interesting time.

On a lighter note, there's mistletoe scattered around, hung from the trees and tent beams. Fun fact: the Vikings were the first one to use it for the tradition of kissing. Of course, they also believed it was a plant that was powerful enough to kill a god, so the kissing was ostensibly for protection.

At the height of the night, there will be an animal sacrifice done. A goat is slaughtered and the blood from it is gathered into a couple of bowls. If you'd really like to go all out like a Viking, paint your face in the still-warm blood, or drink a little bit of it. Otherwise, enjoy freshly seared chunks of goat as it bastes over the bonfire.

Have fun, drink, fight, and remember to make your ancestors proud!

Comments

[ragnarsson]

To die fighting is the only way to achieve true greatness. [He likes that this snake-man seems to understand that. He wonders if he's found another kindred spirit here in the Quarantine. The mention of thinking him to be a beast beyond the wall makes Ivar chuckle.] I've fought many monsters that come from the forest. Not one of them speaks as eloquently as you.

[His head cocks in a curious manner.] Who is this goddess Enki? I have never heard that name before.

[illusionistic]

I will agree to that. You've got a warrior's spirit, that is good to see in a young human like yourself. [ The last two humans he met weren't as...gritty he supposed. They were more science typed then anything else. ]

You wouldn't. She is not of human lore. We live on a planet similar to Earth and even our technology mimics Earth's. But our gods do not and Enki is my creator. She is a proud warrior, strong, and commander of the seas.

[ragnarsson]

Thank you. Some can't see it when they first look at me. [All they see is a poor cripple. He glances at Aeacinos' long, scaly body that tapers down to a tail.] But I suppose you understand that you don't need legs to be able to fight.

[Ivar nods in understanding. The snake warrior isn't the first to have come from a completely different world.] She sounds as if she would get along with my gods. You'll see some of them here tonight, the Asgardians.

[illusionistic]

Legs are not needed when my tail can crush almost anything. Legs seem more like a burden when I had to shapeshift into a human to blend in with their kind. Too cumbersome for my liking. [ He'll swish his tail back at forth for a second before smirking a little. ]

Asgardians you say? I will have to meet some of them if that's the case. This is an interesting lot to first meet, but I cannot say it is not a pleasant surprise.

[ragnarsson]

And legs aren't need when you have a sharp throwing axe either. [Ivar's decided he likes this large, basilisk-like fellow. He gets the Norse aesthetic better than most.]

What is your name? I mean, do you have one? [For once, Ivar isn't trying to be rude or sarcastic. He's not honestly sure if someone like Aeacinos would have a name in the traditional sense, being the creation of a goddess and all.]

[illusionistic]

[ He might laugh at that, thoroughly enjoying this sort of talk. ] You are much different from the few humans I've met when I was on Earth. But then again it seems you are a warrior at heart, a good trait to have if I do say so myself.

[ It's a good thing, a compliment really. Aeacinos doesn't normally take so easily towards people. ]

Aeacinos Ixocia. And you are?

[ragnarsson]

I come from a people that is made up of warriors. We are Vikings. [He says this very proudly, even though Aeacinos likely doesn't know what he's talking about.]

My name is Ivar Ragnarsson. Ivar The Boneless to my friends and enemies.

[illusionistic]

[ Aeacinos smiles sharply at that. In his own world people like these Vikings exist. He himself being one, of course but they weren't called Vikings, but he gets the gist of it. ]

Interesting. It is good to know that there are proud fighters here at least. I was wondering if I would find anyone eager to spar with me in the future.

[ His intimidating size and strength would at least make a decent opponent. ]

Well met then, Ivar the Boneless.