Your Character's ~MEMORIA~

*I’ll try this about Grimhildr too.

The scene is a Nordic Wedding Feast, held in a large wooden mead hall.

Several rows of long tables were placed in a slightly imperfect line. The two hollow window frames on the left and right edge showed it was pitch black outside, so it can be assumed that it was held during the night. But inside the building merriment was very much alive. There were many Nordic warriors and their wives lining each side of the tables. Their clothes were not uniform, but they were all the same. Furry and fierce. Yet their ragged face did not show fierceness at all right now. Instead they were laughing. Eyes glittering, some was cheering with mouth open. All of them did not look at each other nor to the untouched trays of food in front of them, instead they all looked in unison towards the edge of the tables, on top of the scene for us. All of their hands were holding a glass in good cheer as they turned in salute.

There, stretching from the left to right was a single wooden table, similar yet a little more elegant the other tables perpendicular to them we have seen. It was clear that this was the table of the leaders. Flanking the scene on left to right were all male warriors that were generally older than the first ones. They each faced the tables described earlier, so their face was clear to see. Their clothes look more refined, but they also bore more scars. They, too, had their glass raised while turning slightly to the ones in the middle of them. It was right in the moment of grandest cheer. One could easily imagine the noise and joviality the people made with their salute. Joy. Happiness. Celebration was in the air.

Sitting in the middle of the better table, flanked on their left and right by the more veteran warriors, were eight most important people in the room. Like the warriors on their left and right their faces were also clear to see. Their order, from left to right as we see it, were:

The leftmost one was a handsome young man with princely bearings. He had a crown shaped like leaves on his head. His beard was kept small, his clothes armor-like. His eyes were fierce, and he surely would have frighten anyone in battle. But tonight he was happy. He held his glass in salute towards his left.

On his left side (our right) was an older man who looked quite similar with the young man. His father. He had a robust beard and his hair was beginning to whiten. Like his son he also wore a crown shaped like leaves, but it was larger in comparison. He wore a long expensive mantle with golden belt, and out of his long sleeves his right hand emerged, many rings on his thick fingers. He also turned to his left with his glass raised, giving his salute.

Next to the right was a stunningly beautiful woman with long silvery hair that sparkled like stars. In this room lit with hundreds of candles, her radiance beat them all like a full moon did the stars. Her face looked like she was destined to be sad all the time, but there was a wide, loving smile there now. Like her father and brother she wore a crown shaped like leaves, smaller than the young prince. Her dress was purple in color and very beautiful. The lines of her slender shoulders, the ones we could see not covered by the table, were lovely. She had her head turned to her left with a loving gaze. Both of her hands, with a ring, were holding the right hand of a man on her left (our right) in a tight grasp.

The man whose hand she was holding was a handsome young man, with all the regal appearance of a crown prince. His red hair was neat, capped with a golden crown. His beard trimmed handsomely, and his eyes were closed as he laughed in happiness. The robe he wore was the most extravagant one in the whole room, with fur-trimmed collar and golden sash. His body was thick and manly, as were his arms. His left hand was held by the silvery woman, whom his head was turned to. But his other arm was encircling the shoulders of the woman on the right of him. He did not hold any goblet in salute.

The one on the right of him was a beautiful young woman, with hair and face quite similar to the young man who was encircling his arms around her shoulders, her brother. While the first woman, the silvery one, had a look of eternal sadness, this princess had all the quality of happiness. Her face was shining, pretty like the dawn, and her long redhair was braided beautifully along the golden crown she wore. It seemed like her hair was an alluring waterfall. Her robe was golden in color, with ornate decorations, and the lines of her shoulders were blindingly white. Her face and all her concentration was focused on a man sitting on her left (our right). Her expression was one of pure love, pure happiness and joy. Both of her hands were tauted to the man’s hands.

The next one was a young man with white hair, but different from the color of the silvery woman in purple. He wore a set of clothes not unlike an armor, although it was adorned for ceremony. Unlike the first four, he did not wear any crowns. The lines on his face showed that he was usually cold, but in this scene he was brimming with smile. Both of his hands were tauted with the sunny woman as he turned his face lovingly towards her.

The second one from rightmost was a red-haired old man, with face quite similar to the crown prince and the red-haired sunny woman. He was their father. Streaks of grey hair had already adorned his head, although somewhat hidden by the golden crown he wore. His beard was long and neat. He wore layered mantle with gold trimmings that covered his aged but still muscled body. His left hand was raised in salute, holding a goblet as he turned towards his left.

And the last one, the rightmost one near the rightmost group of veteran soldiers, was a woman with a stately figure. She was regal. Her features were sharp; Cold and beautiful like a marble statue. She had looks that can only be said as bewitching. Her clothes was as extravagant as the king before her, with white-dominated color, and it accentuated her figure further spreading her allure. She had calculating blue eyes that were now turned towards the people on her right (our left). Her hair was short with bluish-white color, almost like the color of the air if ever air had one. The slender fingers of her right hand were encircling around a goblet she was raising in salute. There was a hint of sadness in her gesture, but she was smiling nonetheless, thoroughly enjoying the moment. As our camera moves we can see that it shifts from the center and zooms toward the stately woman before the scene fades.


This scene was, of course, the celebratory feast for the double wedding of Brynhildr-Gunnar and Sigurd-Gudrun. The warriors on the rows and tables were the Burgundiands and their wives. The veteran warriors on the single long table were the Hunnic and Burgundians King's Retinue, respectively. The first of the main characters from the left was Prince Atli, his father King Budli, Atli’s sister Princess Brynhildr who was being married to Prince Gunnar. Then it was Princess Gudrun, holding the hands of the Dragonslayer Sigurd. Further to the right was King Gjuki, father to both Gunnar and Gudrun. And the rightmost one, enjoying the fruits of her labor, was the mighty sorceress and wise-woman Grimhildr.

This is one of Grimhildr’s crowning achievement in her long life and presence in multiple king’s court. She, just like Brynhildr, had prophesied of what would happen, but she let it unfold just to see the smile on Gunnar and Gudrun’s face. Whatever the Witch of Spiders turned out to be, she did love the two children.