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HELLBLADE 2 - Screenshots (1/?)

[sheigarche]

I haven't seen anyone talking about this here so I decided to bring it up.

Have you guys noticed the possibility that the draugar in the game are actually the tribe of northmen who attacked Senua's village mentioned in the first Hellblade?

I mean, they're not undead from the underworld, Senua sees them that way because it's her interpretation of their despicable actions.

But when she sees the sacrifices in Freyslaug, one of the Furies makes a comparison saying that what happened to her people was happening again there. The same modus operandi so to speak.

And, from Thórgestr and Fargrimr's reaction to the massacre, we can see that this was not a common behavior for other tribes. That was a draugar thing.

So the draugar are actually a tribe whose ritualistic beliefs was so far gone that other tribes began to fear and fight them off.

I don't think Senua ever made the connection, since in the final fights the voices kept blaming the Björgs for killing Dillion and her village, even though the other narrators clarified that it wasn't them in that case.

Maybe if there's a Hellblade 3, she can uncover that side of the story as well.

[brynnmclean]

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Again, from the Hellblade II fic:

“We feared for you,” Fargrímr says. “You nearly drowned in your own blood that first night. And then the fever came and it seemed certain to take you. But you fought well. It is a relief to have you conscious again.” A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, and Thórgestr allows himself to recognize the fondness of it. It is a look Fargrímr used to wear often around him, a look he has not given to Thórgestr in many years. Thórgestr endures it for a moment and then he has to turn his face away, his eyes slipping closed.

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I just watched playthroughs of Hellblade 1 and 2 and

1. I want to redesign the main characters with period and cultural accurate costume

And 2. I see everyone shipping Senua and Thorgestr and y'all haven't taken it far enough. Senua x Thorgestr x Fargramr x Astrid. I just see everything through poly goggles naturally- though this one would be on some Homestuck quadrant vacillation type shit

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HELLBLADE 2 NELLA FORESTA PROVA 🛑🤯 MENTALI ♾️BORGARVIRKI 🎮 XBOX SERIES X 60fps

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"I Have Killed A God, Fargrimr. Nothing Is Impossible."

Credit: X / X / X / X

[focusandthefuries]

The Unspoken Journey of The Northman and The Mad Woman: Chapter 1

Senua felt a chill run down her arms as her knees sank deeper into the rocky shore. Her head bowed in front of what used to be the skull of a giant. What once was a monster, what once was a man, now nothing but stone. He had paid for his betrayal with his blood, and the village folk had paid with theirs for casting him out. She hoped that he would rest easy now. That they would all rest easy.

She had dragged him from the darkness as she had done for herself.

The wind danced across her skin and she could feel herself slipping into the deep exhaustion that settled into her bones. She wasn’t sure if she had the strength to do this for another time, but she knew she had to find it anyways. She would defeat these giants, save these people. Stop the wicked roots that turned the Northmen into slavers.

She had to. Maybe then the ones she had lost would stop calling to her. She could atone her failure to them once and for all. Instead of death, she could bring peace.

She felt alone there amongst the jagged rocks. As alone as she had always been.

She knew she had to get up, the voices in her head were sure to tell her that soon. The stench of blood, ash, and the sea burned her nostrils.

You weren’t alone with Dillion.

Did he count for nothing?

Why didn’t you save him like you saved them?

If you saved him, you wouldn’t be alone.

Before The Furies could utter another word, Senua was shaken from her thoughts by the sound of someone fast approaching. A calloused hand rested gently upon her shoulder, and another one wrapped around her arm. She felt herself being drawn upwards. A touch with such tenderness. A kind she hadn’t felt in years.

She looked up to meet the eyes of a man she nearly killed a mere fortnight or two ago. A slave master. A man who ravaged her lands. A man afflicted by darkness, just as she had been.

Darkness

Look at his arms. Where is the darkness?

It’s there don’t you see it.

Do you see the darkness, Senua?

Where is it? It's vanished.

“It weakens you. Each death.” He spoke, his voice a deep rumble tinged with what sounded like concern. The observation, while obvious, caused a swell of doubt within her. She felt shame at her weakness. One so consuming she had to break away from his gaze.

Senua blinked slowly. The Furies were right. Where was the darkness? She noticed glimpses of it still, peaking just above the leather that adorned his forearms, but where had the rest of it gone?

It was his next words that caught her off guard. “Does it hurt you?” she glanced back to his face, searching his once icy eyes for any hint that the concern she thought she heard was misplaced. She did not find one, and simply shook her head no, despite The Furies in her head reminding her that she was, in fact, in agony.

The more he spoke, the more The Furies became active in her mind. They always seemed to, around him. She was becoming transfixed by him. The thin lines of ink that traced the features of his face. The strand of hair that had fallen out of place from the wind.

“Can you keep going ?” Her attempt at deception did not go unnoticed, though he didn’t fault her for her pride. “Yes.” She finally muttered. No more, no less. She was trying to convince herself more than him at this point.

A strand?

He was just in battle.

Only a strand?

Had he fixed it before finding her?

“I believe in you.” The words carried such weight that Senua nearly collapsed under them. He believed in her. Her initial reaction was to doubt, but here he was. All alone with her, standing at the grave site of the giant. He was the only one standing here with her. Fargrimr and Ástríor both nowhere to be seen, though she was sure they were alive.

This is..

Different.

This is different.

He is different.

Senua had felt it too, of course. Ever since he threw the spear that pierced Illtauga’s body and picked her up off the ground. He’d saved her then, even haphazardly standing in front of her, blocking Illtauga’s gaze, screaming for her to go. Why had he done that? She did not know. Days before he was calling her a mad woman for marching into a settlement decimated by draugrs. Had hurled blades at her. Yet there he was. Protecting her.

She was not used to being protected.

The emotion was still swirling within as they wandered off in search of the other members of their party. She felt sparks flying through her when his hand once again came down against her back. It could easily be passed off as a friendly gesture, but Senua wasn’t so certain that was the touch’s intention.

Neither was Thórgestr.

The air was thick between them, but not unpleasant. It took some time before the pair were reunited with the others. Fargrimr was found first. He was catching his breath, leaning against the cool walls of the cliff side. Ástríor was more elusive. She was found back within the confines of her newly safe village. She had helped those injured back to their homes. To their waiting wives and children. She then began a fire. Her village did not have much, but she felt a feast of what they did have was in order. For morale and to make sure the injured began to heal.

Senua observed her with a smile. Ástríor appeared so jovial, drinking and dancing with her people. When Senua first met Ástríor, she did not know if she’d be able to gain her spirits back. Senua had never been so happy to be wrong.

Ástríor approached the trio, inviting them to join festivities. Her eyes lingered hesitantly on Thórgestr. She did not trust him as far as a child could throw a spear. However, he had undoubtedly assisted her in slowing down the giant before Senua had done whatever it was she had done. So for tonight, he may feast. Though one wrong move would end with a dagger in his throat.

Thórgestr could sense the tension. These people had many reasons to distrust him. He understood that and did not push to be included. Instead, once he got his portion of food, he hobbled over to a fallen log at the edge of the gathering’s perimeter. He winced as he sat, the injury to his leg acting up once again.

There was so much warmth here by the fire, unlike where they were going. He wanted the bloodshed to stop. He wanted the tyrant to die; however, he did not want Senua to see the fate of all the slaves he had aboard the ship had it not crashed. What her fate would have been. To be tied to a post, wasting away from the harsh weather, damned to be ripped apart and consumed by a giant. He felt the shame clawing it’s way through his insides. He suddenly felt sick.

He did not want to think of the way she would look at him when she saw it. The mad woman. The one who marched without fear into battles against draugrs and giants. The one who by all reason and logic should not have let him live after his humiliating defeat and ships wreckage.

Why had she let him live?

He hadn’t the faintest idea beyond some mad plan she had briefly mentioned. If he had been the victor of the fight, none of them would be where they were today. He was happy he lost.

He had taken her from her home and brought her to this cursed land. Perhaps this was fate. Perhaps her coming across his path had been a divine intervention. A gift from the gods to guide him away the path paved with darkness that would surely lead him to the depths of hel.

He hadn’t wanted to be a monster, but he did not want to be eaten by one either. He had done what he had to do, or at least that is what he told himself at night as the screams of those tied to the posts kept him awake. They haunted him. Each and every night. It was his burden to carry alone. His father wouldn’t understand. His father would find it weak, and weak was not something his father allowed him to be. The björg were a strong people. Their strength below only the gods and the giants; and now, he pondered, below Senua as well.

His father had to see that, did he not? He was lost in thought for a great while until Fargrimr sat beside him. Fargrimr was growing on him, though if asked, that was something he would never admit. Though Thórgestr thought his counterpart initially to be weak and nothing but a pawn in his father’s empire, he had realized that he was wrong. He was wrong about many things as he had come to realize.

“We shall stay the night here. Health and weather permitting, we leave tomorrow. Ástríor has been invited to accompany us.” Thórgestr felt his eye twitch at that. While he did not blame her for her hatred, he did not wish to continue being subjected to it either. Despite finding the news unpleasant, he simply nodded, biting his tongue to prevent uttering any words that should remain unspoken. His eyes drifted toward Senua. A small, almost imperceptible smile graced his lips as he watched her.

Fargrimr noticed that had become an increasingly common habit of Thórgestr’s. He found it intriguing. A short time ago, if asked, he would have told anyone that Thórgestr was just as heartless and brutal as his father. Now, as he observed his unlikely brother in battle, he knew with conviction that was false. Whether the true Thórgestr had been capable of such tenderness all along, or if this transformation was yet another impact of Senua, he did not know. He knew from the moment his prayers were answered and she saved him from the draugr, that Senua would bring a great change to everyone she encountered.

Fargrimr stood after awhile, being beckoned by Ástríor. “Come. Our quarters for the night have been prepared. Ástríor has provided us with two huts. She does not yet trust you to sleep alone.” Fargrimr offered his hand to Thórgestr, having witnessed his limping earlier in the night. He could see the fire of defiance rising for just a moment in Thórgestr’s eyes. However, Thórgestr once again held his tongue and accepted the assistance up. It would be a long walk to where they needed to go.

They followed a few paces behind Senua and Ástríor up the winding hilltop. The huts were small, but they appeared adequate enough. When he was sure the women were out of earshot, Fargrimr once again broke the just barely comfortable silence between the two men.

“You have the most experience with our next foe,” Thórgestr was not sure if this foe being mentioned was his father or the tyrant. “so I believe you should share the hut with Senua. That way, you may more easily prepare her for what is about to come.”

Thórgestr stopped dead in his tracks. A panic he could not identify began to bubble in his chest. He felt his cheeks warm as a teasing glint made it’s way into Fargrimr’s eyes.

“What? Have you not shared a hut with a woman before?” The insinuation was impossible to miss.

“Of course I have.” Thórgestr sputtered incredulously, feeling anger and embarrassment take ahold of him. He was only met with a smug smile. Fargrimr continued walking.

Senua had already entered the hut before they caught back up to Ástríor. “These are the huts.” She gave one last hard look in Thórgestr’s direction before she turned on her heel and walked away.

Thórgestr realized he was suddenly standing alone outside his hut’s door when Fargrimr quickly wished him a restful sleep and entered into his own dwelling before he had a chance to argue about the sleeping arrangements.

He shook his head, not enjoying the path his thoughts were taking. He took one more breath and smoothed back his hair before he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

He told himself he was not nervous, though he knew that was not true. He had no reason to be nervous. He was not a child afraid to be alone with a girl. He was a man and Senua was a woman. One he was sure would not want him even if he wanted her.

Did he want her?

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Lets Play Full-Game: Hellblade 2 Senua's Saga "Play Through" part 3

After Escaping From The Draugar, Senua Gains A New Company, Fargrimr, Who Tells Senua What Has Happened To The Village!!! Senua Leans That The Slavers Where Going To Sacrifice Those Who Were Captured To The Giants, To Keep The Slavers Safe!!! The Earth Shakes And Cracks Open, Where Senua Encounters Illtauga, A Terrifying Giant!!! After Escaping  Illtauga, Senua Learns That Hidenfolk Might Have A Way To Kill The Giants, But Senua Must Take On The Trails of The Hidenfolks, That Leads Into Underwater Cave, Where More Trails Remains And The Dangers That Waits!!! Please Remember To Press That Subscribe Button. Thanks For Watching. No Commentary https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lY9YP4ZSmgc

[hysterialevi]

HELLBLADE 2 PORTRAITS

[sheigarche]

All right, Hellblade Actors AU when? 👀

[brynnmclean]

Laughing at myself for continuing to write at the gym??? Anyway, here's a fun exchange between Thórgestr and Fargrímr:

“May I tell you something? I have known you most of your life. You have always wanted to fight. But there are more ways to solve problems than with a blade. Senua has shown us that. I know you want to recover your strength, but perhaps you cannot. Perhaps the Norns have cut that thread from you when they rewove your fate. But not for a moment do I believe that makes you worth less to any of us. Not to me. Not to Senua.”

“I hardly know who I am anymore,” Thórgestr admits, and pulling those words out of him feels like spilling his guts onto the ground for Fargrímr to read portents in. Give me answers, Thórgestr thinks, even as he wants to stuff his innards back inside, hidden from all eyes.

Fargrímr hums in answer, his hand sliding to grasp the back of Thórgestr’s neck and to shake him again, very gently. “What a worthy challenge you have now, finding yourself again.”

Thórgestr laughs, and strangely enough, feels lighter for it.

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HELLBLADE 2 - Screenshots (2/?)

[brynnmclean]

Fargrímr Narration for Rauðhólar (3/6)

Someone very helpfully posted a video on Youtube of comparisons between all the Narrators in Hellblade: Senua’s Saga. Last night, I finished writing down all the quotes for the Others / NPC Narrators, for reference. Hope it is interesting and useful to other people!

Spoilers for the game overall, but all the narration quotes for Chapter 3 Rauðhólar under the cut (this is a short one!):

She could see the thread that binds the world. She could feel its hidden pulse. I saw it, too, but not as fine as she did. It was not strange. The women of our world, it is often so. They know.

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She saw the giants too, once we had infected her with fear. But saw within them, where we could not see. Where they sprang from, all the rage and fear. It’s where we come from too.

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She was the only one who could help us, trapped in fear. The world we knew collapsed all around us. But that wasn’t the worst thing. The world we chose to build from the ashes— we made it Hel. Dog-eat-dog and each man for himself. People dying every day. And we couldn’t see the truth.

Full List: 1) Reykjanestá [Thórgestr] | 2) Freyslaug [Thórgestr] | 3) Rauðhólar [Fargrímr] | 4) Huldufólk [Fargrímr] | 5) Bárðarvik [Ástríðr] | 6) Borgarvirki [The Goði / Thórgestr]

[brynnmclean]

All right, sending some love out to Fargrímr today. 💜

[brynnmclean]

Fargrímr Narration for Huldufólk (4/6)

Someone very helpfully posted a video on Youtube of comparisons between all the Narrators in Hellblade: Senua’s Saga. Last night, I finished writing down all the quotes for the Others / NPC Narrators, for reference. Hope it is interesting and useful to other people!

Spoilers for the game overall, but all the narration quotes for Chapter 4 Huldufólk under the cut:

Proof she had been chosen, I saw it.  She tried to hide it from us, but I saw the way she listened to the things I could not hear.  I knew they would take her.  The Hiddenfolk, our only chance, the only thing the giants fear.  This seiðkona, she could reach them, they would see.  I wasn’t sure, not quite, that she would survive.

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Once she had shown her promise, they took her down into their world, into the depths where none of us had gone.  I was afraid for her, my last hope.  But if she could not survive their trials, she couldn’t help us.  

I sound callous.  I didn’t want to hurt her, but we were in such need.  I saw no other way.  It was worth a chance.

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I feel the weight of the ones who died, lost to the giants, the earth that cracks and shivers.  I failed them, brought them here and didn’t know how to save them.  My people.  But most of all my wife and child.

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Some time I will have to face them, the ones I lost.  Turn my face to them and open my eyes. I’m so sorry I let you down, my life, my love.

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She had her demons, too, and now they gathered all around.  The time is now.

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It’s not just a test of will, or wit.  They want to see your steel.

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Sacrifices must have meaning.  And she was a warrior.  It was her pride, her strength, all she had to offer up.  She fought so hard to find it, find her sword.  It was everything.  Giving it up made her nothing again.

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These creatures, they were sent to test her.  Nothing lives down here.  They’re made of darkness, and the ones she’s fought before—They’re her monsters, just her own.  But she has shown her wisdom and her strength.  And now the hidden ones call her onward.  She is close now.

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They are here now, all around us.  You’ll never see them.  Just catching glimpses in the corner of your eyes.  We need them, the beautiful ones.  A world that’s free of worry, hunger, death.  How can we live without that promise?  

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She was the one.  She could see through the mask, the terrible monster that all dark feelings make us.  She saw the truth of the giant, the things that loss can do to us, twist us, crucify us.  It might have been me.  I don’t know what held me back.  

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We all have names.  Ours have two meanings.  We take our fathers’ on, a burden of expectation.  Mine means Wanderer’s Mask.  I have lived up to it.  I’ve wandered the world.  And I wear a mask.  Don’t we all?

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She’s going to stop the Goði.  The hidden ones have opened up the way.  It’s not about blood, it’s showing them the truth.  No more giants means no more sacrifices.  

But I was uneasy, didn’t trust the Goði or Thórgestr’s confidence.  I wanted more assurance.  So I brought the light of Ástríðr.

Full List: 1) Reykjanestá [Thórgestr] | 2) Freyslaug [Thórgestr] | 3) Rauðhólar [Fargrímr] | 4) Huldufólk [Fargrímr] | 5) Bárðarvik [Ástríðr] | 6) Borgarvirki [The Goði / Thórgestr]

[brynnmclean]

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FEED ME, SEYMOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm trying to jump around a bit tonight, so here's some stuff I've been poking at from the Hellblade fic:

Like a caged wolf, Thórgestr snarls when Fargrímr suggests bringing Solveig in to meet with him here in his father’s quarters. He doesn’t want to be seen by any of the Björg, but especially the skáld as ill, an invalid, weak—though he is. It burns him to know that he still is all that, after weeks of rest. “I know this is difficult for you,” Fargrímr says, the honest pity in his voice and all over his face turning Thórgestr’s stomach. “But I cannot keep her away much longer for the sake of your pride.” It galls him, but given time to cool off after swearing many threats he hasn’t the strength to follow through on, Thórgestr knows that Fargrímr is right. It is past time that he show his face to Solveig and learn from one of his own how the Björg fare since the upending of everything they knew.

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