Runes @ MindSay 
Runes and symbols of energies or processes may be bound together and set into motion through the force of will. These are referred to as either galdramindr - signs taken from naturally occuring processes, or galdrastafir - symbols pertaining to the tying together of natural or created energies, forces, or processes. There are many instances of these found on runic monuments, on weapons and implements, and in old books. The most commonly occuring are listed below. When runes themselves are bound together the nature and dynamic of the runes blends into a new form of energy that may be either positive or negative in force. Great care must be taken in binding any runes for any reason, as two seemingly 'positive'runes may act in tandem to create a negative energy, and once set to motion this energy will require being put to rest through an act of will. Binding several runes together further layers the complexity of the interaction. This is also true when a series of runes are sung or written in sequence and bound either within end staves or onto an object.
geboauja - 'giving luck' the runes gebo and ansuz tied together.
trifot - three 'footed'dynamic bindrune, which may tie any three runes, an unbalanced spinning force that is in perpetual rotation - most often is seen using laguz.
fylfot - a four 'footed'bindrune that turns either with Sol or opposing, a stable gyroscopic force that is balanced and solid.
solarhvel - 'sun-wheel' - representation of the tying together of the four major directions of the worlds'energies within Sol's arms, or his realm of energy. This is an expanded form of the energy of the rune raidho.
ættirhringr - 'directions-ring'- representation of the direct energy of the aettir themselves within the nine-worlds.
ættirhvel - ´directions-wheel´ - representation of the expanses of the aettir, or the winds-of-the-directions, within Sol´s purview.
ægishalmir - 'covering of awe' - pulling together of the strongest dynamic forces from the aettir into the form of a sheild, and tying them. Once these forces are tied into a static form they may be used as one force to stun, stop or freeze the motion set before them.
ægishalmir - pulling together of the strongest dynamic forces from the four major directions, and tying them.
solarskjöldr - 'sun-sheild'- a stylized form of the fylfot tied into the solarhvel.
mjöllnir - 'thunder-strike' - symbol of Mjollnir, strongest breaking force in the Nine Worlds.
mjöllnir - symplified form of Mjollnir.
spiral - cyclical, seasonal, or repetitive motion, either declining or increasing, turning either outward with Sol or against Sol's motion, representing either motion toward skuld and repretition of a process, or toward urthr, toward the decay and demise of a process. The spiral may also represent layers of orlog working within a given frame of time.
valknotr - 'knot of slain'- representation of any nine fields of energy bound together either in open, expanded or closed configurations. Most often these nine represent the Nine Worlds, but they may also represent aspects of the soul or various natural manifestations.
I found this site, and I'm not exactly sure I remember how I found it, but find it I did. I asked a work-related question and I got the "Three Fates" layout, with the following readout. (That particular layout consists of three cards, lain side by side.)
The significator, not shown is the card you have chosen to embody your presence and the focus of the reading. Knight of Pentacles: The essence of earth behaving as fire, such as molten magma: One slow to action, but decisive and unrelenting once set in motion. A force of nature whose methods are as predictable and dependable as they are unstoppable. The voice of duty, honor, and responsibility. The will to the change the world, not through bold action, but through the thorough and unwavering application of proven means.
The left card represents an important element of the past. The Tower, when reversed: Unexpected upheaval leading to a positive change in life. Catastrophe survived or narrowly avoided. A new lifestyle and enlightenment. May indicate a broken relationship, divorce, or failure in business or career.
(I have just left my other job, and have gotten very positive vibes from my GM at my *real* job)
The middle card represents a deciding element of the present. The Magician, when reversed: Trickery, demagoguery, and artful deceptions. The use of knowledge and skill for selfish gain or destructive purposes. The abuse of technology. Incompetence and uncertainty. A lack of will power. A fatal flaw in a great work.
(I'm not sure what this means- might any of you?)
The right card represents a critical element of the future. The Hierophant: Faith in tradition and the old school. A justified and ancient source of power. Being supportive, sympathetic and loyal. Receiving instructions, learning, guidance or inspiration. The ability to hear a higher or inner voice. May also indicate a religious ritual, such as a marriage or an initiation.
(I decided on Friday to ask my GM for "office training," which I am willing to be taught on my own time- just so I can be sure to keep my hand in the financial aspect of the business in the event A. something ever happens to necessitate a career change, and B. to gain more knowledge that will help me be successful in my current position.) Trust me, there is NO marriage in my future!!
So... what do you folks know about tarot, runes, and/or dowsing??
§ Chapter 11 §
Tarin slammed the Tome of the Prophets abruptly on the floor in front of her. After her discussion with Taurnil earlier that day, Tarin had engulfed herself in the large book trying to find a fault in what the Elf had told her. It appeared as though what Taurnil had said was the truth. One of the prophets had even gone so far as to draw a sketch of the woman he saw in his vision. There was no doubt about it, Tarin was the person they prophesied about.
She sat on the pile of pillows staring blankly at the heavy leather bound book that lay in front of her. A tear welled up in her eye, and she brushed it away as it fell down her cheek. It’s not fair she thought. They should not expect so much out of me; I cannot do the things they imagine I can. Tarin felt as though the weight of the world was crushing her, and she lay back on the pillows.
“Perhaps next time you will do the homework assigned to you before walking into a trial,” she looked up to find Galdor standing on the edge of the platform. The Elves were always poking fun at the organized schoolhouses humans insisted on building. The only things not taught to the young Elf-lings by their families were the ability to wield a weapon and how to control their magical powers. These were taught by the masters, those who had been practicing and fighting for countless centuries.
“I did not ask for this,” Tarin moped.
“Anyone faced with such a responsibility would feel the same way,” Galdor comforted, taking a seat beside her on the cushions. “However, many of us are faced with obligations we are not prepared to accept. But if you do not accept your destiny, and take accountability for it, you will leave the world to fend themselves against an evil that only you can defeat. If you ignore this fact, you leave the world to certain devastation.”
“I know,” Tarin said, as another tear slowly rolled down her cheek.
Galdor reached for her face, and brushed away the tear. Tarin gazed at the Elf as he did so, catching a glimpse of his dark, glittering eyes for a brief moment, as his weather beaten hand graced her face. Tarin stiffened as he reached to sweep away a strand of hair that had come loose and fallen into her eyes.
“You do not need to be afraid,” Galdor whispered. “That is one thing I can assure you of. No matter what happens in this world, you do not need to fear me, for I will never harm you.”
Galdor stood and walked across the platform, turning to her before he stepped onto the adjacent dais.
“Have faith in yourself young Tarin, you are strong enough to accomplish whatever you put your mind to.”
Galdor stepped off of the dais, and disappeared behind the palm-sized leaves. Tarin watched as he left, then once again drew her gaze to the large tome located on the floor. She breathed in deeply as she forced herself to stand.
She wandered across the platforms until she located the dining tables. Final preparations were being made for the nights’ meal. Tarin did not realize that she was starving, and he stomach growled as she watched plates of fruits being placed on tables.
A crow-like call sounded from behind her, and Tarin turned to see an Elf holding a large black bird in his hands. The bird let out another caw, before the Elf released it once again. The blonde haired Elf smiled as he saw her watching him, and signalled for her to have a seat.
“Dinner will be served momentarily my lady,” the Elf said. “Please, make yourself comfortable until the rest of the guests arrive.”
Tarin sat at the table nearest to her, and waited patiently for others to join her. Moments later, Elves began to filter in from all directions and sat on the benches and chairs under the tables. The air was suddenly filled with Elvish laughter, and a minstrel took up song as more guests arrived. Eauthrin and Geheed joined Tarin, and told her many stories of the lands they explored that day. Moments later, Pansoic, Filmarc, and Manil joined the group and more stories were shared about the mysterious Elven city and the places they discovered.
Tarin sat quietly and listened to the stories, until Eauthrin asked of her day’s events. She shyly told the party about the mystical battle she had fought that morning, which was followed by a roar of laughter. Tarin’s face reddened as her colleagues continued laughing.
“Next time, you should join her,” Galdor said, taking a seat beside the blushing Tarin. “The training will do you well. And the encouragement would be greatly appreciated I’m sure.”
Tarin nodded, and the five Men quickly agreed to their new duties.
“Then it’s settled,” Galdor smiled, his dark eyes sparkling. “Tomorrow we will all go to the other realm and practice our skills.”
§
Tarin awoke early the next morning to the sound of heavy rainfall. She remembered instantly that she was sleeping outside and stood quickly to avoid getting wet. As she stood, Tarin realized that the leaves of the trees had merged together, creating a waterproof roof above her. Tarin stared at the magical leaves, astounded by the magic of the forest. She knew it would be many months until she fully understood the mystical forest, and smiled as she began preparing for the day’s training.
Galdor stepped quietly onto the platform, carrying a small tray covered with fresh bread and fruit. Tarin accepted the breakfast, and sat on the floor with him as they ate the meal together. He had also brought his long bow with him, and a few scrolls that he stored in a satchel.
As they finished their breakfast, Enelya led the group of Men to the dais, explaining the process to which they would enter the other realm, and encouraged them that the trip was safe and that they would not be hurt during the battle. Once the group was assembled, Enelya wished them good luck, and clapped her hands together while whispering an enchantment. Tarin closed her eyes, and seconds later felt the warmth of the morning sun beating down on her pale face.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing on a large ridge located on a cliff face. They were quite far off the ground, and Tarin stared at the horizon. She looked upwards, and found that they were on a cliff, but could also see more rock beyond the top of the cliff face. She looked behind her to find Galdor and the rest of the company inspecting the ridge, trying to find a trail.
After much searching, Eauthrin found a trail wide enough for them to walk across leading to the edge of the cliff face, where they would be able to reach the top of the cliff. The party followed him and made their way to the top of the cliff. As Geheed pulled Tarin up from the trail, she gazed upon a large metal door leading further into the mountain.
“What now?” Manil asked, tapping the hilt of his sword against the ten-foot high door.
Tarin could see that there was no door handle or hinges anywhere on the entrance, and breathed heavily as she approached the metal door. A fine writing could be seen halfway up the door, and she squinted at the script.
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“What does it say?” Tarin said as Galdor came and stood beside her.
“I am not sure yet,” he said, his dark eyes scanning over the runes. “I have seen this script before. Give me a few moments and I will try to decipher the code.”
The group stood around patiently as Galdor examined the runes. Tarin watched respectfully as he tried to determine what was written there. After pondering the runes for several minutes, Galdor let out a call.
“I’ve got it!”
The group gathered around to listen to the Elf’s dictation of the lettering.
“It says: ‘Pull with all your might, only a whistle you'll gain but almost out of sight, someone may shrink in pain.’”
“And what exactly is that suppose to mean?” Filmarc said as he stared at the strange lettering.
“It’s a riddle,” Manil said, teasing his older brother. After considering the answer for a few moments, he smiled and quickly shared his response. “I believe the answer is ‘a bow and arrow.’ But I have no idea how that is going to help us open this door.”
“Well, young Manil,” Galdor started. “You never quite know what will open these doors. Everyone look around for a hole large enough for an arrow to go through.”
The party began scouring the area, trying to find the answer to the riddle. Tarin looked behind a few large boulders to the left of the doorway, and called out to the party as she realized what she had found. Seconds later, the company had gathered behind the large boulders, and gazed upon the answer to their riddle.
It was not somewhere an arrow could be shot, but an engraving of a standard long bow and an arrow carved into the back of one of the boulders. Galdor removed his bow and an arrow from his quiver, and gently placed his weapon into the carving. The arrow fit perfectly, but the bow was too small for the impression. He was about to remove the bow, when a piece of the boulder moved. The etching had magically changed size to fit the bow, and gripped onto the weapon tightly.
The company ran out from behind the boulders to see the large metal door moving slowly upwards. When the door had reached the top of the doorway, a loud clank was heard, and the door clicked into place. From behind the boulder, they heard the rattle of the bow, as it was released from the impression and landed on the hard stone ground. Galdor returned carrying his bow and urged the group onwards.
“Shall we?”
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and. i have just made a heavy hunk of cloth into afunctional gown. holy shit that was a huge project. it feels queer now that im wearing it. like this thing *I* made. its cool.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
blah. woke up because mom wanted me to do the dishes. so I did the dishes with her. Had some french toast for breakfast. Drank some coffee. Wrote some runes on my knuckles. Then my mom and my sister and I played rummy while listening to No Doubt.
Gonna go to the mall once my mom FLIPPIN' gets ready. T_T