Username: RianNeverfieldCharacter: BrynjaReason: She's a huntress and oracle, often venturing east to the mountains where she feels most at home. The tower being a major landmark she moves past often and caring deeply for the nature around, it's only natural for her to take action as soon as she heard of the rumours. For her own saftey and those who call the wildernes in the east their home."I agree to possible character maiming and death!"

[!]After being in the Spire for a while now,rumours have spread about Brynja.They say she's a diviner, oracle and stargazer.That she's able to peek into your futureand guide those who are lost.Those of stonerunner origin or those close to herwould know that this is in fact true and likely.-Are you uncertain of your own future?Perhaps require some guidance?Lost meaning and purpose?Perhaps seeking out this greatlingwould be beneficial to you.Afteral, what do you have to lose?

ᛊᛏᚨᚱᚷᚨᛉᛁᛜStargazing The days go by like a slog. Day in, day out.Everyone seems busy or caught in their own world.I fail to see the bigger picture in this town, it's so different from my tribe.The people, the homes and especially the doors, they are all tiny.But there is a silver lining. The ale good and the mead acceptable.   I write this as I sit under the nightsky, trying to read the future, yet blinded by past.I wonder how the others fair right now.My sister, is she still the Matriarch or will she too soon join me?My brother, probably out there bragging about his latest hunt.And mother ... I miss your guiding words at times.   It's been a while since I scryed for someone else, but today a kin-brother asked.He's like me, far from home and left behind family.His destiny was one rarely left to one, yet he was seperated form his other.May the stars guide them united even if far apart.  

Brynja scrying Sun's Destiny in the stars above.- The Story of two siblings seperated, yet their fates intertwined. -

ᚨᚱᚱᛁᚢᚨᛚArrival It's been a few days now since I came to the Spire. The people here are kind, yet strange.They place themselves into classes and groups, give themselves titles and meanings they don't deserve.It reminds me much of the traders of the steppe.So far I've seen some spars and fights. Many here seem to be warriors.Few are crafters and even fewer here are farmers.   When I arrived a thick fog covered the land, people told me stories of horrors and magic.The guard house is destroyed and the tavern seemed empty most nights.Perhaps my timing is bad, misread the guidance of the stars above,yet perhaps this is what they wanted me to see?   I've met a few kind hearts, was offered stew and a place to rest.But instead I've rented out a room in the inn, it's small, but cozy.They even helped me to get a larger door. The doors...Everyone here is so small, I've seen a few kin-brothers.But cities like these are not made for our kind.