Jorunn Bergvidrsdottir - Gemma W
Jórunn Bergvidrsdottir is known for travelling Asgard and Midgard searching for rare plants and animals. Nobody quite knows what she does with them once she has found them, as she has no prowess with a blade. Perhaps she enlists the help of her brother, Steinnas.
Eternity
With the threat of Ragnarok over, Jorunn knew what must be done, for she had for a long time held a dwarvern chest, in which was stored a great many plants and animals. Jorunn took the chest the plains of Midgard, which had been ravaged by sea and storm. There a temporary enclosure had been set up, and with people gathered ready to help, she emptied the box. This took a long time, as over the days the box had become more and more full with all manner of creature, not all of which were friendly to each other, and so the process had to be ceased many times a Jorunn intervened between predator and prey, however eventually the animals were out and divided.
Over the coming days Jorunn worked with the people of Midgard to repopulate the planet's animals, and for a time was always seen darting around from continent to continent, ensuring the spread of the plants and animals, leaving as they begin to have sufficient numbers to survive. She also introduced a variety of Asgardian creatures, great steeds and birds among other things, which took well to the lands of Midgard.
From this time there are many tales of Jorunn, how she served on the council of Asgard and also dedicated her time to aiding the self styled Guardians of Reality, and went on many adventures. But the tales that many listen to most are those of the river of Mead. For it is said that if one were to sing a certain song to the spring at the source of the river on New-Valhalla, you would be met by a golden haired lass, whose smile was as sweet as the waters themselves, who would sit with you and share a honeyed drink in the glorious sunshine. Though if you were to wander to nearby Steinnashall, or return to Asgard and Jorunnhall, you would find them full of travellers who had heard the tale, many of whom would be dejected by the failure to find this maiden. As the night comes around the stories spread and the past becomes alive again by the roaring fires.
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Fairest maiden of Mead
Be from your waters freed
For I am in great need
And your company I…plead?
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Damn
Song of a failed attempt to meet the embodiment of the river