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[Pinned to public boards on Imperial Isle]
To those that do not know me, I am Revna. I was born to the wild and frozen wastes of Jorrhildr. Back then I was called something different, at least among my own. It was not until I was older when I met the Velheim settlers, did I have the name I have now - Fur as black as the raven, Revna. My life was the Throng's, my identity in part from a strange people. Mine was to hunt, to fish, to prepare furs and leathers. Mine was to watch for what the blizzards hid. It is the purpose the Artok decided for me. Years of honing - years of interacting with the Ailor, eventually they gave to who I am again as one claiming importance came from Nordskag and traded for me - to train and eventually return me. I arrived in Kongehaug - during the paperwork created a new set of names for me. A translation of the areas my Throng lived - eventually just became that I was from Jorrhildr. The years pass by in their academy, lodges, and in service to this landholder. War comes, war goes, sun rises, sun sets. But what I never expected was to be as I am now - which brings me to the point of this short; becoming a Baroness started a discussion on if my surname was appropriate anymore - after all, Jorrhildr is a testament to freedom, how could I be 'Baroness av Jorrhildr' when the Barony is elsewhere?
The answer was simple, the linguistic factors and implications meant I had to drop what was only a paperwork necessary to enter the port. Thus, I announce the new name.
[Signed]
Revna Járnsund,
Baroness of Sortland,
General under Marshal Viduggla,
Artok of Vaeiðiulfr
TLDR: IC Surname change.
To those that do not know me, I am Revna. I was born to the wild and frozen wastes of Jorrhildr. Back then I was called something different, at least among my own. It was not until I was older when I met the Velheim settlers, did I have the name I have now - Fur as black as the raven, Revna. My life was the Throng's, my identity in part from a strange people. Mine was to hunt, to fish, to prepare furs and leathers. Mine was to watch for what the blizzards hid. It is the purpose the Artok decided for me. Years of honing - years of interacting with the Ailor, eventually they gave to who I am again as one claiming importance came from Nordskag and traded for me - to train and eventually return me. I arrived in Kongehaug - during the paperwork created a new set of names for me. A translation of the areas my Throng lived - eventually just became that I was from Jorrhildr. The years pass by in their academy, lodges, and in service to this landholder. War comes, war goes, sun rises, sun sets. But what I never expected was to be as I am now - which brings me to the point of this short; becoming a Baroness started a discussion on if my surname was appropriate anymore - after all, Jorrhildr is a testament to freedom, how could I be 'Baroness av Jorrhildr' when the Barony is elsewhere?
The answer was simple, the linguistic factors and implications meant I had to drop what was only a paperwork necessary to enter the port. Thus, I announce the new name.
[Signed]
Revna Járnsund,
Baroness of Sortland,
General under Marshal Viduggla,
Artok of Vaeiðiulfr
TLDR: IC Surname change.
