Queen Bjornhild

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Tiger Tribe Queen
Adult Human Woman
Cruel,Enduring,Isolationist

§ Interactions
52 #ReghedTribes Two Reghed nomads dressed in snow white polar bear furs were barely spotted on the horizon as Reghed Glacier loomed ahead. Here, the party met Whisper andRedtooth, two scouts from the Tribe of the Elk. They had seen the party's arrival in dream, just as their shaman Mjenir predicted. They reported that the Tribe of the Tiger along with its chieftain, Queen Bjornhild, were present along the Evermelt and near the fabled frozen waterfall. When the party pressed them for backup in case the Tiger Tribe proved aggressive, the Elk scouts assured them that their interests against the Frostmaiden aligned, and that they would be present in case the winter and its threats grew more dire.
52 #ReghedTribes Oona decided to press onward to have a talk with Queen Bjornhild. The Elk scout Whisper nodded and kept watch from afar as the party approached the Evermelt camps. Bold, powerful, and dismissive the Tiger Queen called out the party as false and meek emissaries of Auril, doubling down on her own boon and status in the eyes of the maiden. When Oona revealed to her their bond of kinship, only the most imperceptible trace of recognition was apparent in Bjornhild's eye. Her child was dead, she lied, a sacrifice of cruelty to the goddess herself. But her child had lived. Her party members stepped in, each professing Oona's survival and dominating the conversation with their feats of courage from felling the chardalyn dragon to venturing to Solstice Isle itself. Winning the favor of Bjornhild's tribe and briefly wavering the queen's faith, Oona forced her birth mother to step aside. They would approach frozen waterfall uninhibited.
52 #ReghedTribes #TheForgottenRealm #TheCavesOfHunger Guided or perhaps escorted to the frozen waterfall by the Tribe of the Tiger, the party stood before a glacial blue line within the hundred mile long Reghed Glacier. It looked like live water, tumultuous and whirling, but frozen instantaneously in place. Opening the Codicil of White, Crank cleared his voice, clearly an instrument he honed in his monastic days, and recited the Rime of the Frostmaiden. The ice brimmed with violent deep light, cracked, and shattered. Hundreds of glacial masses lay suspended in the air about them, and before them laid the entrance to Ythryn. Queen Bjornhild referred to the darkness within as the Caves of Hunger, a place of isolation and madness lost to time. Perhaps if they survived, directing her comment to Oona, then perhaps they be worthy of the Tiger Tribe's acknowledgement.
47 #TrialsOfTheFrostmaiden Approaching what they now could see was the Tribe of the Tiger, Oona sized up the gruff woman seated centrally and aiming the party back. This was Queen Bjornhild, the once mother of Oona who discarded her as a child. Whether Bjornhild recognized the barbarian now grown, she did not reveal. Bjornhild spoke boldly to the approaching adventurers as well as to her clan, harking the arrivals of Auril, as she had forseen. She pointed them to a dark fissure in the glacier where Isolation existed. The party moved forward, Oona as well without a word. Bjornhild announced they would meet again, and then they would see who truly held Auril's blessing.
42 #ReghedTribes #Oyaminartok Before burying Oya, Oona sought closure. See, the half-orc barbarian had been tossed into the Sea of Moving Ice as a child sacrifice by her birth mother, and the goliath werebear had rescued and raised her as her own cub. The last time Oona had seen her was at the mere buddings of adolescence, when Oya pushed her back into the human world of houses and trade before heading off into the white of the tundra alone. With the aid of their necromancing companion, Oona communed with her adoptive parent, learning of her ambush by berserkers, her impalement and struggle to the black ice, and the eventual oblivion that overtook her senses. Oya proudly told her cub to live strongly and fiercely. In the afterlife, she said, they would spar once again - but this time for real, and one on one. With tear-filled eyes, a resolute Oona covered her mother in the snows, and after a moment, broke the silence in proclamation. She denounced the name of her mother by birth, Bjornhild Solvigsdottir, queen of the Tiger Tribe. Oyaminartok was her one and only kin. And all knew that was the truth.
27 #ReghedTribes Bear King Gunvald relayed information about the tribal relations. The largest and strongest tribe is the Tribe of the Elk led by the aging Jarund Elkheart, whose lone heir has died. They are the most domesticated tribe, frequenting Ten Towns. Next in strength is the Tribe of the Tiger, the most xenophobic and the most quick to violence. They're led by Queen Bjornhild, who believes herself to have Auril's blessing. The Tribe of the Bear is next in influence, having lost numbers to both the berserkers and to disputes with the Tigers. They're on good terms with the Elk, but do not venture into Ten Towns as often. Finally, there is the Tribe of the Wolf, less of a tribe and more of a motley crew, led by the psychotic Isarr Kronenstrom, a self-proclaimed Chosen of Malar.