Session 2 Downtime

When I died... well... when my host died... I traveled to a different world. I was utterly alone in a decaying wasteland. It was our world, but wrong. Everything was dying. The buildings were crumbling and the sun was bleeding. I reached out with my mind for someone… anyone. I called out for my sister. My father. Gudrun. Heimdall. Frigg…. No answer. My madness... my mania... puts me out of synch with the rest of the world. I'm too impatient, too loud, too careless. I thought of all those who had left me… all those who would leave me.
 
Panic rose in my chest and a laugh ripped from my throat. Even my body left me behind. Jerking, tapping, and flailing, I couldn’t stay still for another moment. I began to run. I ran as if Fenrir himself were at my heels. I have no idea where I ran, how far, or for how long. I believe passed a river, trees, hills, but saw none of it in my blind mania. I was still running when I felt a sensation as if I had reached the end of a leash. My mind was unceremoniously ripped from that plane and the red world was gone.
 
Immediately after my encounter with the Russian... Zacharaii... I took the girl home. She easily led me to her dwelling, and I ensured her safety, comfort, and health [Medicine] before taking my leave. The others wouldn’t understand why I saved her, but the girl hadn't done anything wrong. We are all the children of the Gods, and it's not our place to take their lives. There were given to use for sustenance, not mindless killing. The sheep need not die for my woolen dress.
 
After depositing the girl at her home, I walked for a time under the moonlight and by the river. I saw two snakes among the reeds, and it occurred to me. The loneliness... the feelings of being out of place and of no consequence... there was one who understood. The God Loki, who was often taught as a cautionary tale. Loki the trickster, Loki the betrayer, Wildfire, the scheming coward who cares only for shallow pleasures and self-preservation, irreverent, and nihilistic. Perhaps this is the effect of loneliness, of being the only of your kind. Perhaps this is a result of the story being told from only one perspective. Chained in the darkness with poison dripping upon you, would I not have the same fate in a different time and place? Loki, how I now understand your plight.
 
But He was not alone. His faithful wife Sigyn was by his side despite his trickster nature. She teaches the value of companionship and how we must lean on others. My heart cried out for my sister, my only family. Lost, but still alive. I'm sure of it. I can feel it. I don't know how, but I would know if she were dead. If I were truly alone.
 
Gathering up some wood and stones, I go in search of some animal bones from Phaedra. The next four weeks are spent in my room toiling over my new projects. Staying up late into the day and venturing out only when in need of blood or additional tools. In my search for engraving tools, I make friends with the blacksmith's son, Borga. He likes music, and I sing as payment for the use of his wood carving set. I also gift him one high-quality flute made of bone. In total, I make the following:
9 flutes made of bone (1 Masterwork for Zacharaii, 1 high for Borga, 1 great, and 6 good)
2 wood pendants inscribed with the runes L-O-K-I (1 ok and 1 Masterwork, which I wear)
12 wooden pendants with Mjölnir carved on one side, and the protection rune Algiz on the other (4 high quality, 1 great, 5 good, and 2 ok) Airal receives one of the high-quality ones.
4 bone pendants in the shape of Horn Triskelion (wisdom and inspiration) (2 ok, 2 high) One of the high ones goes to Phaedra
1 set of great divination runes made of wood for myself.