Donorym ok ði Ains Vǫlr
Donorym ok ði Ains Vǫlr, or "Donorym and the Lonely Seer", in common is a religious myth in mixed prose and poetry that describes the introduction of alcohol to players by the god Donorym.
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| Da vera kunna þat ði blynd dagar, iftir ði ajnundi úfríðr, Jǫrðar ok Guldsjama smiðada einn bånnj. Sinn nafn verada Donorym, ok hannj lifada með ði jǫrð-lífhlutar onjder Jǫrðars vak, þau Guldsjama alsvá sjáda hann huer dagr.
Donorym hvarfada með ekki mundr miðli þeim, þau leikarikin lítada á hann með illglum, ok troðarinir eigada huergi við gefa hann. Donorym eigada nei vij við taka hvat pita hlutar þeir áda. Hannj etada ok drekkada pita molir af met, fyrir hannj verada einn tív. Ejð ante okenligi hannj svaltada, hvan Jǫrðar eigada huergi við bjóða. Á ajn elding, á gatinn millan hǫrgarnir, Donorym komada uppå hvat knáda ajnligr vera einn vǫlr. Vǫlrinn berada einn magada ferdaris feldr, ejð berada einn skrå hǫfuð-tråð toppada með gimmar. Vǫlrinn hvarfada ains, með ekki einn fylgð af djurar. Vǫlrinn sjáda Donorym alsvá, ok komada kærr með illglum, fyrir vǫlrinn eigada verajda nemada frå verfyri. Donorym mǽlada:
Vǫlrinn vík telada:
Ok við þat Donorym vigada:
Ok Donorym haldada upp einn drykkr sem einn fórn við vǫlrinn. Da verada líkr nei drykkr vǫlrinn eigada sjájda verfyri, brun Í litr, ok með ekki blikinn ogel seiðrykkar verada kunnajda fyrir. Vǫlrinn takada drykkrinn. Vǫlrinn ante giarada ekki trua Donorym fullkomliga, ejð drykkrinn þykkjada líkr einn úrtak hlutr, líkr ajnligr einn tív knáda smiða da. Hverr tilada vǫlrinn vera, við synja einn fórn líkr þetta? Donorym takada ut sinn eigin stumpi, ok byriada við drekka. Drykkrinn smiðada hann angan ok kringkjonki, ejð hannj knáda ante hvarfa. Vǫlrinn takada einn drekka, ok verada alsvá angan ok kringkjonki. Ejð hvan vǫlrinn kostada við hvarfa, þeir faldada yfir steinnar, ok arrada annjehvartligr. Donorym vekomada sjagada, ok hialpada vǫlrinn halda stiv á leiðinn, ok þeir baþi komada hǫrgrinn verfyri svarta komada. Eldrinn viþr hǫrgrinn amundada þeim, ejð Donorym ante lítada ut fyrir nåittlivari sem vǫlrinn sofada. Bi elding, vǫlrinn verada knáda haldada stiv optar, ok Donorym verada beråvari. Ejð hvan Donorym tun telada af sinn beråvar, vǫlrinn ramaklada ut:
Donorym tinkada um þetta, síðan da giarada þykkja við smiða gleði Í vǫlrinn. Ejð hannj eigada einn pita hlutr af drykkr við skipta, ok teljada vǫlrinn þetta. Vǫlrinn lat ut markinn af einn angan andlit, fyrir vǫlrinn verada hérna við taka fórnarnir staðada á hǫrgrinn, ok þat eigada við vera gnógr við smiða annarr drykkr. Vǫlrinn gefada Donorym fórnarnir, ok vǫlrinn vaka með und sem Donorym njótada einn bólaj hwair, einn berill, ok vindlir, við smiða meir drykkar. Þanu vǫlrinn vairpada sinn augar kring, ok giara samrinn með tekkinn kring hǫrgrinn, Í nei stonjd dað verada kærrligr ufarfil drykkr við halda. Ejð ante þeir hvarfada við ði nærstr vé, hvar lyþr smiðada þínnur bónar. Vǫlrinn staðada met dað, síðan þat verada vǫlrinns yrkji, ejð Í þetta tími vǫlrinn alsvá staðada ði nyr drykkr. Vǫlrinn beiðada Donorym við ve víja vénin með hann, svo þeir knáda øda fyrir einn troðari af leikarikin við koma nær. Da verada ekki langr verfyri einn troðari komada, fyrir da verada elding ante, ok elding-kveðinn knáda ante vera segjada. Þeir sjáda ði undalig drykkr, ok beiða ði ve víjaj gajuk jab þeir kunnada af þeim. Viþr þetta, Donorym rísada upp.
Vantaj þínnur sorg við vera fåren, troðarinin smiðada upp heim at vénin, ok kveðada elding-kveðinn:
Donorym verada angan at gabinn af tívarnir, ok alsvá byriada við kveðada. Guldsjama lítada uppå Donorym, ok hugfelljada af sinn giarajar, svo vígjada troðarinin með gleði þat dægr. Da verada ekki langr verfyri seiðrykkunnarinin af troðarinin mǽlada við Donorym um smiðaj drykkarnir. Donorym verada fusom við skipta sinn kunnaling með alisar alis þan ði arg vǫlr, svo skiptada uppskriptinn lausligr. Da verada sun rítada á karti bi ði rún rítarir, svo uppskriptinn knáda ekki vera missa. Da verada sem nåitt setada þat troðarinin byriada við drekkada swiðligr, ok leikarirnir byriada við måjfåja Í wadi. Sternårnir þykkjada við løda frøtt af måjfåjinn við troðarirnir af mallengarnir, ok sun meir fylgðar af ferdarir komada viþr måjfåjinn með met ok koþar. Þanei lykðinn af ði ajnundi úfríðr, kven eigada verajda druslada dimmodali. Í krigginn af fjollar sør af mallengarnir, Donorym vekomada herrinin af drukkendom, grannung, ok måjfåjar. Iftar einn dægr ok einn nåitt, hannj kveðada elding-kveðinn ok hågalivada måjfåjinn, við byria sinn ferdaj optar, þau hannj ætíð brigga gleði með hann. |
ᛨᚿ ᚴᛊᚱᚿ ᚳᚢ₸₸ᚿ ᚦᚿᛏ ₺ᛁ ᛒᛚᛃ₸ᛨ ᛨᚿᛱᚿᚱ, ᛁᚠᛏᛁᚱ ₺ᛁ ᚿ₪₸ᚢ₸ᛨᛁ ₼ᚠᚱᛸ₺ᚱ, ₪ᛰᚱ₺ᚿᚱ ᛜᚳ ᛱᚢᛚᛨᛋ₪ᚿᛖᚿ ᛋᛖᛁ₺ᚿᛨᚿ ᛊᛁ₸₸ ᛒᚬ₸₸₪. ᛋᛁ₸₸ ₸ᚿᚠ₸ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ, ᛜᚳ ᚼᚿ₸₸₪ ᛚᛁᚠᚿᛨᚿ ᛖᛊ₺ ₺ᛁ ₪ᛰᚱ₺-ᛚᛸᚠᚼᛚᚢᛏᚿᚱ ᛜ₸₪ᛨᛊᚱ ₪ᛰᚱ₺ᚿᚱᛋ ᚴᚿᚳ, ᚦᚿᚢ ᛱᚢᛚᛨᛋ₪ᚿᛖᚿ ᚿᛚᛋᚴᚾ ᛋ₪ᚾᛨᚿ ᚼᚿ₸₸ ᚼᚢᛊᚱ ᛨᚿᛱᚱ.
ᛸ ᚦᚿᛏ ᛋᛏᛜ₸₪ᛨ, ᛖᛊᛏ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ₼ᚱᛏᚿᚳ ᛜᚳ ᚼᚢᛱᛱᚿ₸ ᚠ₪ᚿᚱᚱᛁ, ᛋᚴᛜ ᛏᚱᛜ₺ᚿᚱᛁ₸ᛁᚱ ᚿᚠ ᛚᛊᛁᚳᚿᚱᛁᚳᛁ₸ ₼ᚠᚱᛸ₺ᚿᛨᚿ ᛜᚳᛊ₸ᛚᛁᛱᛁ ᚾ ᛖᚿᛚᛚᛊ₹ᚿᚱ. ᛨᚿ ᚴᛊᚱᚿ ᛋᛊᛱ₪ᚿ ᚦᚿᛏ ᛖᛊ₺ ᛊᚳᚳᛁ ᛒᛜᛨᛊᚳᚿᚱ, ᛖᚿᛚᛚᚿᚱᛁ₸₸ ᛱᛁᚿᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᛖᛊᛁᚱ ᛋᚿᚳ ᚦᚿ₸ ₼ᚠᚱᛸ₺ᚿᚱ₸ᛁᚱ ᛱᛁᚿᚱᚿᛨᚿ. ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ ᚼᚴᚿᚱᚠᚿᛨᚿ ᛖᛊ₺ ᛊᚳᚳᛁ ᛖᚢ₸ᛨᚱ ᛖᛁ₺ᛚᛁ ᚦᛊᛁᛖ, ᚦᚿᚢ ᛚᛊᛁᚳᚿᚱᛁᚳᛁ₸ ᛚᛸᛏᚿᛨᚿ ᚾ ᚼᚿ₸₸ ᛖᛊ₺ ᛁᛚᛚᛱᛚᚢᛖ, ᛜᚳ ᛏᚱᛜ₺ᚿᚱᛁ₸ᛁᚱ ᛊᛁᛱᚿᛨᚿ ᚼᚢᛊᚱᛱᛁ ᚴᛁ₺ ᛱᛊᚠᚿ ᚼᚿ₸₸. ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ ᛊᛁᛱᚿᛨᚿ ₸ᛊᛁ ᚴᛁ₪ ᚴᛁ₺ ᛏᚿᚳᚿ ᚼᚴᚿᛏ ᛈᛁᛏᚿ ᚼᛚᚢᛏᚿᚱ ᚦᛊᛁᚱ ᚾᛨᚿ.
ᛜᚳ ᚴᛁ₺ ᚦᚿᛏ ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ ᚴᛁᛱᚿᛨᚿ:
ᛜᚳ ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ ᚼᚿᛚᛨᚿᛨᚿ ᚢᛈᛈ ᛊᛁ₸₸ ᛨᚱᛃᚳᚳᚱ ᛋᛊᛖ ᛊᛁ₸₸ ᚠᛝᚱ₸ ᚴᛁ₺ ᚴᛰᛚᚱᛁ₸₸. ᛨᚿ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᛚᛸᚳᚱ ₸ᛊᛁ ᛨᚱᛃᚳᚳᚱ ᚴᛰᛚᚱᛁ₸₸ ᛊᛁᛱᚿᛨᚿ ᛋ₪ᚾ₪ᛨᚿ ᚴᛊᚱᚠᛃᚱᛁ, ᛒᚱᚢ₸ ᛸ ᛚᛁᛏᚱ, ᛜᚳ ᛖᛊ₺ ᛊᚳᚳᛁ ᛒᛚᛁᚳᛁ₸₸ ᛜᛱᛊᛚ ᛋᛊᛁ₺ᚱᛃᚳᚳᚿᚱ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᚳᚢ₸₸ᚿ₪ᛨᚿ ᚠᛃᚱᛁᚱ.
ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ ᛏᛁ₸ᚳᚿᛨᚿ ᚢᛖ ᚦᛊᛏᛏᚿ, ᛋᛸ₺ᚿ₸ ᛨᚿ ᛱᛁᚿᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᚦᛃᚳᚳ₪ᚿ ᚴᛁ₺ ᛋᛖᛁ₺ᚿ ᛱᛚᛊ₺ᛁ ᛸ ᚴᛰᛚᚱᛁ₸₸. ᛊ₪₺ ᚼᚿ₸₸₪ ᛊᛁᛱᚿᛨᚿ ᛊᛁ₸₸ ᛈᛁᛏᚿ ᚼᛚᚢᛏᚱ ᚿᚠ ᛨᚱᛃᚳᚳᚱ ᚴᛁ₺ ᛋᚳᛁᛈᛏᚿ, ᛜᚳ ᛏᛊᛚ₪ᚿᛨᚿ ᚴᛰᛚᚱᛁ₸₸ ᚦᛊᛏᛏᚿ.
ᚴᛰᛚᚱᛁ₸₸ ᛱᛊᚠᚿᛨᚿ ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ ᚠᛝᚱ₸ᚿᚱ₸ᛁᚱ, ᛜᚳ ᚴᛰᛚᚱᛁ₸₸ ᚴᚿᚳᚿ ᛖᛊ₺ ᚢ₸ᛨ ᛋᛊᛖ ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ ₸₪ᛝᛏᚿᛨᚿ ᛊᛁ₸₸ ᛒᛝᛚᚿ₪ ᚼᚹᚿᛁᚱ, ᛊᛁ₸₸ ᛒᛊᚱᛁᛚᛚ, ᛜᚳ ᚴᛁ₸ᛨᛚᛁᚱ, ᚴᛁ₺ ᛋᛖᛁ₺ᚿ ᛖᛊᛁᚱ ᛨᚱᛃᚳᚳᚿᚱ.
ᚦᚿ₸ᚢ ᚴᛰᛚᚱᛁ₸₸ ᚴᚿᛁᚱᛈᚿᛨᚿ ᛋᛁ₸₸ ᚿᚢᛱᚿᚱ ᚳᚱᛁ₹, ᛜᚳ ᛱᛁᚿᚱᚿ ᛋᚿᛖᚱᛁ₸₸ ᛖᛊ₺ ᛏᛊᚳᚳᛁ₸₸ ᚳᚱᛁ₹ ᚼᛰᚱᛱᚱᛁ₸₸, ᛸ ₸ᛊᛁ ᛋᛏᛜ₸₪ᛨ ᛨᚿ₺ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᚳᛯᚱᚱᛚᛁᛱᚱ ᚢᚠᚿᚱᚠᛁᛚ ᛨᚱᛃᚳᚳᚱ ᚴᛁ₺ ᚼᚿᛚᛨᚿ.
ᚴᚿ₸ᛏᚿ₪ ᚦᛸ₸₸ᚢᚱ ᛋᛜᚱᛱ ᚴᛁ₺ ᚴᛊᚱᚿ ᚠᚬᚱᛊ₸, ᛏᚱᛜ₺ᚿᚱᛁ₸ᛁ₸ ᛋᛖᛁ₺ᚿᛨᚿ ᚢᛈᛈ ᚼᛊᛁᛖ ᚿᛏ ᚴᛵ₸ᛁ₸, ᛜᚳ ᚳᚴᛊ₺ᚿᛨᚿ ᛊᛚᛨᛁ₹-ᚳᚴᛊ₺ᛁ₸₸:
ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᚿ₸ᛱᚿ₸ ᚿᛏ ᛱᚿᛒᛁ₸₸ ᚿᚠ ᛏᛸᚴᚿᚱ₸ᛁᚱ, ᛜᚳ ᚿᛚᛋᚴᚾ ᛒᛃᚱᛁᚿᛨᚿ ᚴᛁ₺ ᚳᚴᛊ₺ᚿᛨᚿ. ᛱᚢᛚᛨᛋ₪ᚿᛖᚿ ᛚᛸᛏᚿᛨᚿ ᚢᛈᛈᚬ ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ, ᛜᚳ ᚼᚢᛱᚠᛊᛚᛚ₪ᚿᛨᚿ ᚿᚠ ᛋᛁ₸₸ ᛱᛁᚿᚱᚿ₪ᚿᚱ, ᛋᚴᛜ ᚴᛸᛱ₪ᚿᛨᚿ ᛏᚱᛜ₺ᚿᚱᛁ₸ᛁ₸ ᛖᛊ₺ ᛱᛚᛊ₺ᛁ ᚦᚿᛏ ᛨᛯᛱᚱ. ᛨᚿ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᛊᚳᚳᛁ ᛚᚿ₹ᚱ ᚴᛊᚱᚠᛃᚱᛁ ᛋᛊᛁ₺ᚱᛃᚳᚳᚢ₸₸ᚿᚱᛁ₸ᛁ₸ ᚿᚠ ᛏᚱᛜ₺ᚿᚱᛁ₸ᛁ₸ ᛖᛯᛚᚿᛨᚿ ᚴᛁ₺ ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ ᚢᛖ ᛋᛖᛁ₺ᚿ₪ ᛨᚱᛃᚳᚳᚿᚱ₸ᛁᚱ. ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᚠᚢᛋᛜᛖ ᚴᛁ₺ ᛋᚳᛁᛈᛏᚿ ᛋᛁ₸₸ ᚳᚢ₸₸ᚿᛚᛁ₹ ᛖᛊ₺ ᚿᛚᛁᛋᚿᚱ ᚿᛚᛁᛋ ᚦᚿ₸ ₺ᛁ ᚿᚱᛱ ᚴᛰᛚᚱ, ᛋᚴᛜ ᛋᚳᛁᛈᛏᚿᛨᚿ ᚢᛈᛈᛋᚳᚱᛁᛈᛏᛁ₸₸ ᛚᚿᚢᛋᛚᛁᛱᚱ. ᛨᚿ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᛋᚢ₸ ᚱᛸᛏᚿᛨᚿ ᚾ ᚳᚿᚱᛏᛁ ᛒᛁ ₺ᛁ ᚱ₼₸ ᚱᛸᛏᚿᚱᛁᚱ, ᛋᚴᛜ ᚢᛈᛈᛋᚳᚱᛁᛈᛏᛁ₸₸ ᚳ₸ᚾᛨᚿ ᛊᚳᚳᛁ ᚴᛊᚱᚿ ᛖᛁᛋᛋᚿ. ᛨᚿ ᚴᛊᚱᚿᛨᚿ ᛋᛊᛖ ₸ᚬᛁᛏᛏ ᛋᛊᛏᚿᛨᚿ ᚦᚿᛏ ᛏᚱᛜ₺ᚿᚱᛁ₸ᛁ₸ ᛒᛃᚱᛁᚿᛨᚿ ᚴᛁ₺ ᛨᚱᛊᚳᚳᚿᛨᚿ ᛋᚹᛁ₺ᛚᛁᛱᚱ, ᛜᚳ ᛚᛊᛁᚳᚿᚱᛁᚱ₸ᛁᚱ ᛒᛃᚱᛁᚿᛨᚿ ᚴᛁ₺ ᛖᚬ₪ᚠᚬ₪ᚿ ᛸ ᚹᚿᛨᛁ. ᛋᛏᛊᚱ₸ᚬᚱ₸ᛁᚱ ᚦᛃᚳᚳ₪ᚿᛨᚿ ᚴᛁ₺ ᛚᛄᛨᚿ ᚠᚱᛄᛏᛏ ᚿᚠ ᛖᚬ₪ᚠᚬ₪ᛁ₸₸ ᚴᛁ₺ ᛏᚱᛜ₺ᚿᚱᛁᚱ₸ᛁᚱ ᚿᚠ ᛖᚿᛚᛚᛊ₹ᚿᚱ₸ᛁᚱ, ᛜᚳ ᛋᚢ₸ ᛖᛊᛁᚱ ᚠᛃᛚᛱ₺ᚿᚱ ᚿᚠ ᚠᛊᚱᛨᚿᚱᛁᚱ ᚳᛜᛖᚿᛨᚿ ᚴᛁᚦᚱ ᛖᚬ₪ᚠᚬ₪ᛁ₸₸ ᛖᛊ₺ ᛖᛊᛏ ᛜᚳ ᚳᛜᚦᚿᚱ. ᚦᚿ₸ᛊᛁ ᛚᛃᚳ₺ᛁ₸₸ ᚿᚠ ₺ᛁ ᚿ₪₸ᚢ₸ᛨᛁ ₼ᚠᚱᛸ₺ᚱ, ᚳᚴᛊ₸ ᛊᛁᛱᚿᛨᚿ ᚴᛊᚱᚿ₪ᛨᚿ ᛨᚱᚢᛋᛚᚿᛨᚿ ᛨᛁᛖᛖᛜᛨᚿᛚᛁ. ᛸ ᚳᚱᛁᛱᛱᛁ₸₸ ᚿᚠ ᚠ₪ᛜᛚᛚᚿᚱ ᛋᛄᚱ ᚿᚠ ᛖᚿᛚᛚᛊ₹ᚿᚱ₸ᛁᚱ, ᛨᛜ₸ᛜᚱᛃᛖ ᚴᛊᚳᛜᛖᚿᛨᚿ ᚼᛊᚱᚱᛁ₸ᛁ₸ ᚿᚠ ᛨᚱᚢᚳᚳᛊ₸ᛨᛜᛖ, ᛱᚱᚿ₸₸ᚢ₸ᛱ, ᛜᚳ ᛖᚬ₪ᚠᚬ₪ᚿᚱ. ᛁᚠᛏᚿᚱ ᛊᛁ₸₸ ᛨᛯᛱᚱ ᛜᚳ ᛊᛁ₸₸ ₸ᚬᛁᛏᛏ, ᚼᚿ₸₸₪ ᚳᚴᛊ₺ᚿᛨᚿ ᛊᛚᛨᛁ₹-ᚳᚴᛊ₺ᛁ₸₸ ᛜᚳ ᚼᚬᛱᚿᛚᛁᚴᚿᛨᚿ ᛖᚬ₪ᚠᚬ₪ᛁ₸₸, ᚴᛁ₺ ᛒᛃᚱᛁᚿ ᛋᛁ₸₸ ᚠᛊᚱᛨᚿ₪ ᛜᛈᛏᚿᚱ, ᚦᚿᚢ ᚼᚿ₸₸₪ ᛯᛏᛸ₺ ᛒᚱᛁᛱᛱᚿ ᛱᛚᛊ₺ᛁ ᛖᛊ₺ ᚼᚿ₸₸. |
It is known that in the dark days, after the first war, Jǫrðar and Guldsjama had a son. His name was Donorym, and he lived among the earth-beings under Jǫrðar’s watch, though Guldsjama also saw him every day.
Donorym wandered among them, though playerkind gazed upon him with suspicion, and the tribes had nothing to spare him. Donorym had no wish to take what pittance they had. He ate and drank little, for he was a god. But still he often starved, when Jǫrðar had nothing to offer. On one morning, on the path between the guide-stones, Donorym came across what could only be a seer. The seer wore a tattered traveler's cloak, but wore a leather headband embossed with gems. The seer walked alone, with no tribe of fellows. The seer saw Donorym also, and approached warily, for the seer had been robbed from before. Donorym spoke:
The seer replied:
The seer took the drink. The seer did not yet believe Donorym completely, but the drink seemed special, like only a god could make it. Who would the seer be, to deny an offering like this? Donorym took out his own bottle, and began to drink. The drink left him happy and dizzy, but he would still be able to walk. The seer took a drink, and also was happy and dizzy. But when the seer tried to walk, they stumbled over rocks, and swayed unsteadily. Donorym grew worried, and helped the seer keep upright on the path, and they both made it to the guide-stone before darkness came. The fire at the guide-stone protected them, but Donorym still looked out for monsters as the seer dozed away. By morning, the seer was able to stay upright again, and Donorym was apologetic. But when Donorym voiced his regret, the Seer cried out:
Donorym considered this, because it did seem to make the seer happy. But he had little drink to share, and told the seer so. The seer let out the sign of a smile, for the seer was here to take the offerings left at the guide-stone, and that had to be enough to make another drink. The seer gave Donorym the offerings, and the seer watched in fascination as Donorym used a boiling cauldron, a barrel, and bushels of wheat, to make more drinks. Then the seer cast his eyes around, and did the same with the grass around the guide-stone, soon there were almost too many drinks to carry. But still they walked to the nearest shrine, where people made their prayers. The seer left food there, for that was the seer’s job, but this time the seer also left the new drinks. The seer bade Donorym to pray at the shrine with him, so they could wait for a tribe of players to come by.
Donorym spoke:
Wanting their sadness to be gone, the tribe set up camp at the shrine, and said the Dawn-Chant:
Donorym was happy at the mention of the gods, and joined the chant. Guldsjama looked upon Donorym, and approved of his actions, so blessed the tribe with happiness that day. It was not long before the potion-master of the tribe spoke to Donorym about making the drinks. Donorym was eager to share his knowledge with others besides the dour seer, so shared the recipe freely. It was soon recorded on paper by the rune-writers, so the recipe could not be lost. It was as night fell that the tribe began to drink heavily, and the players began to party in earnest. The stars seemed to whisper news of the party to the wandering tribes of the gravel-plains, and soon more bands of travelers arrived at the party with food and goods. Since the end of the First War, sorrow had finally been chased away. In the ring of mountains south of the gravel-plains, Donorym became the master of drunkenness, comradery, and parties. After a day and a night, he sang a Dawn-Chant and left the party, to begin his wanderings once again, though he always brought happiness with him. |