Freydis Svellhjarta
Freydis Sokkendensoular graduated in early 1109 and was sent to join the warhost as they gathered to invade Svartalfheim. She arrived ahead of the warhost, along with a fellow traveller, Rafyn Svellhjarta. They went to find out the lay of the land and investigate the portal into the other plane whilst wiating for the others to join them.
The warhost arrived to find a slew of svartalf bodies outside the portal, but the area was otherwise deserted. The loval tavern mentioned an unlikely pair who had arrived the previous day, but who hadn't returned for the evening meal. The Wolves decided to enter Svartalfheim immeidately, hopefully hot on the tails of a good fight.
The Svarts, meanwhile, had taken Freydis and Rafyn to their scout post to extract whatever information they could about the inbound warhost, and to make the pair pay tenfold for each and every blow they had struck against the svart earlier. Freydis groggily came round to the sound of breaking bone and the air peppered with curses and sounds of pain. Gritting her teeth so as not to make a sound herself, she peeked out from under her lashes to see what was going on, and bided her time, chafing under the knowledge that she could do nothing to help Rafyn. Finding herself bound to a chair with no weapon in reach, she listened in on the svarts' incautious chatter, and heard a scout report in with news of the warhost. As the nearest Svart came over to "Deal with that bitch in the corner," she quietly cast a spell, enthralling the Svart and causing it to block the view of any others that might spot her. And still Rafyn held out, and suffered for her.
The warhost arrived at the hut and swiftly and savagely slew the Svarts, before at last breaking into the hut and dispatching the leader. Freed at last, Freydis flew to Rafyn's side and begged for a healer to tend to his wounds.
Freydis learnt some hard truths about the realities of life with a warhost in Svartalfheim. Gone were the freedoms and independence of life in Svartheim, home of the Black Wolves. No longer could she join a fight without thinking of others around her - and indeed, without others with her. When it seemed that only a Ritualist could ensure that the way home remainined open to them, her unwilling and enforced protective custody drove her to drink! And yet, each time she looked to be in any danger, Rafyn was her very shadow, his blade faster and reaching further than her own, and his shield in the way of every strike that came her way.
By the time Freydis travelled with the warhost to Teutonia, she was more accustomed to the Wolves' perception of Ritualists as people removed from combat, and had learned - mostly - to temper her battle spirit with a modicum of restraint. Nonetheless, she was frequently found with the gate guard, and pitched in to several skirmishes around the allied camps. The Wolves came to see her as an impish girl; quick to laugh, mischievious and prone to encouraging trouble that 'seemed a good idea at the time' - but also one not to shy from a fight, and who would put herself between any sort of threat and a fellow Wolf.
During the Fir Cruthen feast of 'Beltane', her mischievious streak led her to ask Rafyn to escort her once more, to their camp. Thinking nothing of it, as he had already offered her protection several times around the camps, he agreed; and so Freydis tricked him into getting married for a year and a day under heathen Fir Cruthen customs. Little did she realise that they would be asked them to swear this oath in front of the Ęsir and Vanir; and so a light hearted jape turned to something serious and significant. But she realised that she had lost her heart to this quiet man, a mysterious stranger who would suffer unimaginable torment to protect someone he had only just met, who had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on her back, yet who stood side by side with his brothers in the shield wall, who was among the first to meet any threat head on. She weighed all this in the space of a few heartbeats, and found herself willingly, and gladly, making her oath to him. Poor Rafyn, buoyed along in her wake and finding himself with a wife through some heathen ritual, sought Thorn's blessing - and thus gained a wife for life.
The future of Freydis and Rafyn is a source of much speculation; certain members of the Black Wolves are running a book on how soon Nott turns up in one of Freydis' rituals to have Words!