Eivor's letters

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Eivor's letters were a series of correspondences sent to the Viking shieldmaiden Eivor Varinsdottir of the Raven Clan from her various acquaintances. She kept these letters in a box near her room in the Ravensthorpe longhouse. When Eivor later travelled to Ireland to meet her cousin Bárid mac Ímair, she kept a second box of letters at her lodgings in Dublin.

Ravensthorpe

SigurdSomaCeolwulfSunnivaNorvidFulkeOswaldAbbess WulfhildaBishop DeorlafThegn HoltBirstanTewdwrErkeViliHunwald

Eivor,

I hope this room fits your needs. As we grow our reputation in this land, and make new friends and allies, it will be important to keep constant communication with them.

Randvi will drop any letter you receive into this box. Have a look from time to time.

Sigurd

Eivor,

You entered my mind today. I was thinking about how I felt when I lost Grantebridge. The anger. The doubt.

You helped me reclaim my city, but you did more than that. You helped me reclaim what I had lost in myself. Today, my people, my city—they are stronger than they've ever been.

And I am a proud leader once more.

Soma

Eivor,

I pray this letter finds you well, and my son. Ceolbert has written me a few times now, often in so much detail, it is as though I am there. He admires you. Trusts you. It warms my heart to know he has someone to look up to. I know you will do right by him.

As for myself, I have settled nicely in this new role. My court is behind me, and I have the people's loyalty. For the first time in a long time, Mercia is stable. It's thanks to you.

King Ceolwulf II

Eivor,

The gods curse us!

A Saxon abbess named Wulfhilda has arrived in a small village on the western outskirts of East Anglia, spreading tales of a fearsome monster.

While I've yet to see the beast, she claims it wanders the countryside, slaughtering livestock.

The abbess wishes to end the threat, but she lacks the skill to battle a true draugr of the underworld.

Here is a chance to gain glory for our clan.

-Sunniva the Scout

Eivor,

The gods favor us! In a cave near Northwic, I glimpsed a legend—Bjorn the berserkr. A great white bear walks by his side, while Mercian soldiers dog his steps.

–Norvid the Scout

To the Wolf-Kissed One,

Blessings of the Self-Begotten One upon you, Eivor. I write only to ease your mind and let you know that Sigurd is in good hands and fine company. I will treat him with all the care he deserves.

The order to which I belong has use for such a man. He is, in many ways, the pinnacle to which we aspire—a god in man's fleshy accoutrements. I only hope he comes to know and understand this as well as I do before his suffering breaks him.

Fulke

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To the esteemed warrior

Eivor of the Ravens,

As promised, I have completed my manuscript regarding the peculiar series of incidents we encountered in East Anglia.

Enclosed is a copy for your perusal. As to your request, names and deeds have been changed in the creation of a legend which shall invigorate our nation.

Yours in God's Name,

Mother Wulfhilda

Abbess of Barking

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Hello, Eivor.

I've sent you a small gift. I bet you'll like this bow.

I wish I could do more. You've helped me get back on track and reconnect with Alfida.

I'll never forget it. Thank you, Eivor.

Birstan

TBA

To Eivor of the Raven Clan,

Reeves Stowe and Erke cordially request your presence at the unveiling of New Lunden. Your presence is not needed, but would be warmly welcomed after all you have done for our fair city.

With Love and Friendship,

Reeves Stowe and Erke.

(In smaller writing below)

Hi Broga! :)

Erke

Thank you for your aid, dear Eivor. You helped me say goodbye to my father and helped me find a place in this world.

It's not much, but you should find a small token of appreciation with this letter. This axe belonged to my father and will be better in your hands than mine.

Vili

TBA

Dublin

HythamSong of CasheloreCondolences from UlsterLetter from a grateful druidLetter from CiaraLetter from Flann

Eivor,

I hope your journey has been pleasant. Azar makes Ireland sound so alluring, I trust you are making the most of it.

Azar can be rather blunt, but it was clear you two would get along immediately. She has always stood by her word.

All is well in Ravensthorpe. I look forward to your return.

– Hytham

Castle Cashelore atop Connacht
Looms like a lord over the vale.
Comes to conquer, Sinna himself,
Fearsome Flann Sinna himself.

The gates set agape by able Eivor
For the band led by Bárid the brave.
In rushed the Irish, hail the High King!
High King Sinna himself.

Flann the Fearsome flayed his foes
To take the tower of Cashelore
High King Flann Sinna himself.
Fearsome Flann Sinna himself.

- Ciara ingen Medba

Eivor,

The passing of your cousin, King Bárid mac Ímair, was truly tragic. I owe ye both my life, and that's no small thing.

The kings of Aileach have been brought to heel, but the blood of Áed Findliath runs through their veins, so they'll bear watching.

When you're in Ulster and find yourself in need, know that you have a friend in Fergal Ó Baoighill.

- Fergal Ó Baoighill

The forests hold many, many druids and pagans, peacefully living our lives through our beliefs.

We are grateful that you are pursuing the Children of Danu. They have fallen away from the lessons of the earth spirits.

If they are not stopped, they will turn all Ireland against us.

Our beliefs may be receding, but they will never die out. We do not want the work of the Danu to taint us.

May the spirits be with you.

Eivor

I wander, losing myself in the forests. If only I could become one with the rain, mud, and leaves.

You have written your song of Ireland, friend Eivor. I will give it music and sing it across the land. I dream that hundreds of years from now it is still sung.

Farewell,
– Ciara

Brave Eivor,

When I was a lad, I fancied myself an adventurer, but my time with you has put the lie to that. The only regret I carry from that time was my failed hunt for the Shield of Cú Chulainn, a family treasure lost to the ages.

If you're ever of a mind to take it up, look to the resting places of the "Sons of Niall". You're as deserving to find it as any who lay claim to the name Uí Néill.

– Flann, your comrade in arms

Letters from Francia

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Appearances

• Assassin's Creed: Valhalla
  • The Way of the Berserker
  • The Legend of Beowulf
  • Wrath of the Druids