Recent content by Eira Baldr

This was battle. This was the thick of the fight. Be it with beast, man, or machine it was all the same to Eira Baldr who had seen many ways to die, but found none of them quite fit her. Today's offering was singularly unappealing, to be ravaged by a beast upon an alien world. While Käte handled...

Their competition was fierce, but despite the Deucalian's natural advantage of experience something was up. What was up was Khyanna as she leaped higher than the woman had ever seen. Many Deucalians gasped and some Thorites backed off and moved down the beach in fear of the evil. Other more...

Ylva was the kind of Deucalian who had an aura about her. She was funny, but purposeful and it reminded Eira a lot like herself. They seemed similar in age though she would have known they weren't of the same clan. Baldr's didn't get white hair till they were gray in just about everything else...

Walking with Einar, Eira had a mix of slim hope and grim hopelessness that was sort of fitting since they were in a strip club. She was about to speak to the Valkaria about their next move as she perused through the Pantoran's files. She wasn't finding much at first, just a lot of images of...

These men were soaked. Eira shook her head looking at their uniforms. Hot and absorbent, not the kind of light gear you saw the locals wear, these guys were from out of town, way out of town. As she finished her little speech to the assemble less-than-gentlemen she was surprised to hear a...

Her people were having fun, they were being healed in both division of time and space but also division of flesh if you counted the guy getting patched up by the slave who tossed those two jerks into the drink earlier. Valkaria was flirting with Alemanii, Baldr was racing Thorite, Frosted Helm...

It was a quiet seaside village which was exactly what the Deucalian needed. People didn't feel the ebbs and flows of galactic struggle here, their main concern was the quality of the catch and the shift of the tides. Apparently the catch was good today as Eira saw the fishstew was back to one...

Bow upon her back, arrows in her quiver, Elduroxi in hand, Eira was the spitting image of Freya though her spit would freeze before it hit the earth. Pacing back and forth her breath forming a thick cloud before her eyes, the Baldr looked upon the Thorites now gathering to witness the duel...

Bearing the physical and mental weight of Ark was almost more than the Deucalian could bear, but she had faced a winter on Hoth, countless drops in a Snekkja pod, she had faced down death itself, she could survive this. It was living after that was hard. Listening to Nem'ro's guttural gloating...

Redemption. In the clans it was called regaining your honor. Eira always thought it strange as each clan held Honor to such a differing degree of importance and even the concept itself was up for debate. Could it truly be honorable to attack an undefended village....to plant a bomb in a cantina...

It was so nice to see Eivor again, all at once it brought Eira back to the night on Alderaan. Never had the Baldr seen something so beautiful and the festival wasn't half bad either. She thought it was funny that the girl didn't know her own hair's smell, but then she thought about it. We live...

Eira Baldr did not take lightly the burden of the name Deucalian. It was a name steeped in traditional while also demanding change. Two arms reaching toward future and past threatening to rend with time's swift passage. While Eira had only seen the death of 19 springs each one sprang anew doubts...

OOC: This is a non canon thread for a bit of fun. Friends of Eira and Deucalians welcome Eira hummed an old Deucalian tune as she tended to the various foods she was cooking. Deucalian cuisine was a bit light on taste favoring simplicity over edibility, but in the Baldr's travels Eira had...

Eira listened to the agony in the Elensalite's words matching that of his mettalic form. Quite literally a broken man, the Deucalian was taught to never pity, but this sorry sight was making it very hard. Though as she listened to the tirade of the beaten fellow against Nem'ro the Baldr found...

Eira was pleased both at Kate's uncharacteristic respect towards the First Claw and also her extremely characteristic act of hunting Einar down like the pig he was. Stealing a glance at the encounter she tittered as the Valkarian attempted to buy time holding the device behind his back...