Northstar Vale a chest filled with diamonds and gold

for @Saena

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From the Qeya River he moved south once more, backtracking. The lack of a mental map of these foreign lands brought with it a slight disorientation that Rigr was not used to. He knew that he was backtracking, at least, and deigned to avoid the Witches Marsh if he could help it. The Teekon was so vastly different from Elindgar, a different climate much more tropical than the norseman was used to. For the briefest of moments, an ache resounded in his chest as he cut through the rocky slopes between The Sunspire and Lone Star Mountain though he knew not their names. Fjöll 1 & 2 sufficed; they looked largely the same to him as he strove for the less treacherous path through and truly didn't care if the locals had given them names or not. To go around would take more time then he was willing to afford, though in truth, he had no appointments to keep. His father's faded legacy was likely nothing even recognized. How his half siblings could let it fall so willingly...it was pathetic. They were not worthy. The Norns spoke as much.

Eventually, as morning yawned into mid afternoon Rigr had descended the outcropping of rocks, his paws seeking the solid ground of a vale. A few steps were taken away from the rocky face he'd descended from before his steps ceased. Black, leathery nostrils flared and ash grey hackles bristled as the scent of wolves assaulted his nostrils. It occurred to the viking, rather suddenly, that he'd found himself trapped betwixt a rock and a hard place (literally), that he was possible trespassing. For once, it had not been intentional. He had no interest in conducting a raid (none the wiser that there was nothing for him to raid, regardless) and had only been meaning to see the otherwise of the mountain range that rose through the middle of the wilds like an earthen scar protruding heavenward. Keeping to the fringes of the Vale as much as Rigr could he pushed forward, cautious and alert but seeking to avoid the draw attention to himself by lingering for too long in one place, praying silently to Odin that it was not too late for elusive maneuvers.

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