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Welcome. The Poetic Edda is a collection of poems that essentially are the guidelines to Norse Mythology. A group is being formed around this premise.

Some basic rules:

- Original characters only at this time (unless already approved); we will be adding-in 'canon' Gods and Goddesses that people can play after doing an application. (I.e., Loki, Odin, etc)
- We will be loosely following the lore of the Poetic Edda, this is PRE-RAGNOROK
- Please try to post at least a small paragraph at minimum (4-5+ lines)

The current setting will be in Alfheimr a tavern called the 'The Drinking Fountain.'

This RP is open to the public, and no you do not have to join the group~!

How did you arrive, is up to you. This is a fantasy place and the tavern is located away from the main city.

Alouette sighed with boredem as she sat upon one of the wooden stools surrounding the bar; scrunching her nose, she rested her chin against her palms and used her arms to hold up her head like pillars.

"'Nother one 'Lette?" Called the barkeep, an human-looking woman except for her pointed ears, much like many people around here. Although the land of the Elves often had other visitors or residents that called this place home.

"I suppose," she murmured through painted lips, golden eyes glancing down to the near empty tankard in front of her that was once filled with beer that she'd already drank down relatively quickly. The barkeep slid her another and she took a swing. The sound of a bard in the distance was tuned-out. The chatter of the patrons ignored. Alouette looked like she was on the more rainy side of the weather in her mood. A satchel full of something was placed on the ground by her boot-covered feet.

Alfheim, the sun shone upon verdant fields and thick overgrown forests in the shadow of great majestic mountains, their glorious peaks threatening to cut the golden hour short, but not before she bathed heaven in the color of fertility and bounty: gold. Several riders with horsed tacked with more than each ones fair share of bodies, pelts, meat, et cetera and the vaguely atonal yowl of happy songs passed hoofbeats, their thunderous sounds audible from outside the tavern, a hunters lodge at the base of a river fed by a waterfall some while away that fell from a cliff. Like all wood work in the haven of the Ljósálfar—the light elves—the lodge looked simultaneously like part of the environment and something of near unfathomable, manufactured beauty. Such was the wont of the elves, to use what naturally came from their hands to further the beauty of the divine landscape.

Ullr dismounted, having ridden as one of three at the head of the hunting party, while a second man—long grey hair and fair, beautiful features, took the reigns from him deftly and led the animal to the stables. He was naked on his horse, shapely rump against the saddle bounding adeptly. Ullr Sifsson of Ýdalir on Asgard, king of Earthen winter, disgraced ex All-Father, and preeminent bowhunter wore his black hair loose, two wild blue moons stared radiance towards the massive double doors of the longhouse and in, and pressed in through swinging wood into the establishment adorned in hide armor ideal for the hunt, brow a-glisten with sweat and face warm and lit with mirth. "Hail, Tiatha." Called Ullr first to the elven woman behind the bar as he approached Alouette from behind, wrapping an arm around her and reaching for her head. Ullr's thumb sat on one of her long ears like it would on the hilt of a sword, and he wielded her gently as he went in for a tender kiss 'pon his lovers lips. Whereas Ullr's voice was boisterous like thunder, he hissed tenderly like a crisp midwinter breeze to address her directly. "mín elskan, my love. We missed you this day." Ullr trailed off, pushing not on his firebrand of a lover, knowing she'd be forthcoming in her dour mood.

Alouette's features of bronze skin, gold-dusted features, and gold jewelery accents were illuminated within the glow of nearby fires and torchlights, scowling into the reflection atop new appointed brew that she hesitated to touch a second time, now half empty. The woman's mood shifting immediately at the swing of the door and the familiar thud of boots on wooden floorboards. Heart throbbed. Thunder of voice of her lover trembled her body into a longing ache that was soothed the moment he touched her. The gentle touch against her ear like he was sliding it against a treaured relic drew soft laughter from naturally-pouted mouth.

Alouette turned her head towards Ullr's rugged and handsome face-- ice blues being met with molten gold eyes while she sought to place fingertips against his jawline. Gingerly, kissing his lips. Running fingertips through weathered and wind-swept hair. A brief moment of intimacy. Despite his domain of Winter, he melted the pouting and dour mood she'd had moments prior.

"I wanted to go." She sighed softly in lament. There were realities regarding her pregnant condition that prevented her from being the unstoppable, bold, up-for-the-challenge woman she typically was. Never backing down from a fight, sometimes to the point she needed a good reminder that she truly couldn't (and realistically) take on certain beasts and foes she'd come across. Even if she was a Goddess, sometimes she embelished in her belief of immortality too much. Certainly there was no harm in her attending them on horseback to ride with them. But sometimes she took it too far and was on the side on caution in knowing her impulsive, and at times, unpredictable gung-ho nature. "Did you have a good time?" She murmured.

Ullr's own fingers tingled when he touched his lover. Perhaps that was the light of her domain not unlike touching the surface of the sun, but it was the yearning to do all things at once to the young goddess. The tingle was like that of petting a trusted pet dog, or a mother stroking the skin of a child. Ullr's affection radiated from even his body heat. Heartbeat slowed in perfect body and eyes lidded slightly liek he were drunk on Alouette's kiss. Mouth remained slightly agape as though it were waiting for her to escalate. He'd have her here if she wanted it, in front of his countrymen and strangers with the slightest provocation thither.

Ullr did not let go of Alouette's face as she spoke. He held her on the chin like he were the owl on his finger, perched, at home. He lamented her lamentation. "My goddess." He cooed, reaching for her barely bulged stomach and placing a heavy hand upon it. "You wanted to keep it, you know. As did I. This is the sacrifice you make. I would gladly shoulder this burden with you." Ullr promised, disregarding the absurdity of him being pregnant like his step-uncle was with Sleipnir. "If only I could. Our child will spring from your body like you your own mother's, and he will be a man in only a few days." Ullr couldn't help but betray the gender he hoped their child would be as he spoke. "Cherish them while they are as close as they will ever be." Ullr reached for her stein and finished it for her hastily, slamming it down and pointing ot it for the tender to fetch him another. "And be glad your perfect divine vitality allows you to enjoy these libations. Come now. Be merry. The hunt is more fruitful than it has been in a decade. If only you were eating for Three!" Ullr joked, then scooped her up unto his arms. "Sir Freyr is likely still naked from the hunt. Try to contain yourself."

Alouette was carried to the smokehouse, over the threshold like it were their honeymoon suite. Two light elves who had accompanied Ullr and Freyr, naked except for their leather aprons, carved up the bodies of great elk. Already, the head of the largest one was being prepared for processing to be stuffed. Ullr set her down and gestured to the great beast, its mouth agape and eyes slack. "Would you wish for Freyr to bless your child, I'd wear this for you." He gestured to the head of the elk. Even Ullr was unaware of what fertility rituals the Aesir of fertility would perform on the needy, but many speculated of the intimate nature of such acts. "Perhaps that would put your mind at ease. To seek his blessing."