The Moot

[Jeonsa]

The Moot

"May their blessed halls forever find glory. That the ways of old still withheld. Hold your heads high, sons and daughters of Ymir. For our time comes soon."

Horseback riders begin to make their journey. Crossing all along the ways of the lands. Message is spread by word of ear and mouth to all the kin who still remain. Of the man tribes that still lingered upon the lands. Telling of the same words to all.

"It has been called forth. By the Inheritor of the Hero King's will. All of the Tribes of Vdalion. All of the Kin of the Bodi. Those who seek to one day regain a home. Our home. That we must once more come together as a people. And as such. A Moot has been declared. That all Chieftains, And those who lead their tribes shalt attend."

"We meet upon our Ancestral homelands."

The meeting. To be held.
Friday 8PM EST

Location
846,910,1

[RadioHead]

Du vågar ta mina vägar?

I came to you out of good fortune and you take my claim of the Moot? You take my prepration and make it your own? All because I would not allow you to shed the blood of the Oni-Born?

I will not sit by and have some old man take the ways of mine people.

Vi kämpar på snö och is.

Show your face upon the ice and snow, and I will have your blood melting within it's embrace. Tell the people whom calls the true Moot of our clans, you take credit for what is not your own. I expected far better from Tribe Steelmanes.

You have insulted Clan Nyberg. We fight upon the day of the Moot.

-Siar Nyberg

Already tension between clans grows.

Disagreements, insults, and stolen work between the young and old generations of Giants.

May the blood shed upon this day show which side Ymir favors.

[RadioHead]

---

Tension boiled over quickly with the new generation and the old. One for the progression of their people and the other who demanded the ways of old kept, yet little was mentioned about the insult of the Moot. One shrugged it off but the other would not allow such-

So... two Giants met in the fields near Arcadia.

 The Rite of Combat called in witness to Ymir.

The Clan Nyberg against The Tribe Steelmanes came to blows, the forest around Arcadia was broken into nothing more than splinters, with the frost of winter far too soon in the time of spring. Dirt, Fauna, and even entire Trees were scattered and splintered open. The endless winter that lingered far above in the air was apparent for all to see, the ground given a white hue under the sun and moon alike.

---

Yet there was only one victor.


Having won the challenge, the insult against their Clan has been quelled. However, their Lord, Aeric Thorruhn-Wilkinsson, has been given the demand that they answer for their supposed order for Tribe Steelmanes to go forth with taking the work of Clan Nyberg.

"By Rite of Combat I have won, you will at the Moot admit your folly and I will accept nothing less. Aeric your lord will hear of this, the insult against Clan Nyberg is finished."

-Siar Nyberg

The Location Remains, but Clan Nyberg will be the host for such affairs.

Friday 8 PM EST

Location
846,910,1