Day Four of the Odinsleep - The Jotuns Attack
Day Four of the Odinsleep (7:40 am)
Korbin looks over at the two massive ravens soaring along beside him. After a moment’s thought, he agrees to their offer. “I thought you would say yes,” the first one replies.
“I remember when I did,” adds the second.
“Come, fly with us back to the Norns and they will perform the rite and you shall become the one known as Kʌnɪŋ“.
Korbin cocks his head, considering the words of the two larger ravens, “Alright. I will come with you.”
The ebony birds caw with delight, “Come! We go now!” The pair wheels around and dives, picking up speed as they plummet before pulling up, their momentum carrying them up and away from the city walls as they angle off in the direction of the cave Korbin visited with Arthur the night before.
While most of the group, Arthur and Desmond in particular, watch the battle below Grotto lets out a mighty cheer as the goddess’ vines immobilize the first squad of cavalry troops. He reaches into his pouch and packs his pipe with dried leaves and lights it, taking a long draw of smoke deep into his lungs and holding it there for a few moments before exhaling. A wide grin splits his face as the spectacle unfolds beneath him. Morn shakes his head, given pause by the breadth of the fighting, “I…I actually have no words,” the bard says aloud as he tries to take in everything going on below.
Shadow watches the battle, noting the feigned retreat and begins to ask if that is a standard tactic of Loki’s army but holds his tongue as Kysek asks “The people on the island…they seem unconcerned about the battle. What is going on with them?” The goddess smiles, “That is Ægir, lord of the sea. He knows everything that occurs within his domain and controls the very waters themselves. The trolls know better than to test him. They’d be swept out to sea to drown if they were to try to raid his lands. The girls are his daughters – they make the ale served in the halls every evening.”
The drow nods, seeing the wisdom in Idunn’s words and turns his thoughts toward Raven’s damaged armband.
Raven walks to the edge of the wall and sits down, his legs dangling over the side, his heels tapping against the stones as he also watches the battle raging below.
Drax observes from a slight distance away, his eyes moving from one knot of defenders to the next. Almost too late the assassin realizes what is happening below. The ogres and trolls at the base of the wall fall back, angling away from each other and enticing the Einherjar to give chase, thinning the ranks of the noble dead below until only a few remain.
Svartaflar cavalry rushes into the gap, impaling those who remain with their long spears or trampling them beneath the hooves of their mounts. Two Jotun appear, materializing as their spells of invisibility fade and rush toward the cleared land with a massive ladder carried on their shoulders. The feet of the ladder slam into the ground and the ladder is pushed forward so its top rungs clear the top of the wall. The Jotun brace the ladder at the bottom and bellow orders to the nearby trolls and ogres. The troopers race to the bottom of the ladder and begin to climb, racing upwards toward the party and their charge.
Korbin looks over at the two massive ravens soaring along beside him. After a moment’s thought, he agrees to their offer. “I thought you would say yes,” the first one replies.
“I remember when I did,” adds the second.
“Come, fly with us back to the Norns and they will perform the rite and you shall become the one known as Kʌnɪŋ“.
Korbin cocks his head, considering the words of the two larger ravens, “Alright. I will come with you.”
The ebony birds caw with delight, “Come! We go now!” The pair wheels around and dives, picking up speed as they plummet before pulling up, their momentum carrying them up and away from the city walls as they angle off in the direction of the cave Korbin visited with Arthur the night before.
While most of the group, Arthur and Desmond in particular, watch the battle below Grotto lets out a mighty cheer as the goddess’ vines immobilize the first squad of cavalry troops. He reaches into his pouch and packs his pipe with dried leaves and lights it, taking a long draw of smoke deep into his lungs and holding it there for a few moments before exhaling. A wide grin splits his face as the spectacle unfolds beneath him. Morn shakes his head, given pause by the breadth of the fighting, “I…I actually have no words,” the bard says aloud as he tries to take in everything going on below.
Shadow watches the battle, noting the feigned retreat and begins to ask if that is a standard tactic of Loki’s army but holds his tongue as Kysek asks “The people on the island…they seem unconcerned about the battle. What is going on with them?” The goddess smiles, “That is Ægir, lord of the sea. He knows everything that occurs within his domain and controls the very waters themselves. The trolls know better than to test him. They’d be swept out to sea to drown if they were to try to raid his lands. The girls are his daughters – they make the ale served in the halls every evening.”
The drow nods, seeing the wisdom in Idunn’s words and turns his thoughts toward Raven’s damaged armband.
Raven walks to the edge of the wall and sits down, his legs dangling over the side, his heels tapping against the stones as he also watches the battle raging below.
Drax observes from a slight distance away, his eyes moving from one knot of defenders to the next. Almost too late the assassin realizes what is happening below. The ogres and trolls at the base of the wall fall back, angling away from each other and enticing the Einherjar to give chase, thinning the ranks of the noble dead below until only a few remain.
Svartaflar cavalry rushes into the gap, impaling those who remain with their long spears or trampling them beneath the hooves of their mounts. Two Jotun appear, materializing as their spells of invisibility fade and rush toward the cleared land with a massive ladder carried on their shoulders. The feet of the ladder slam into the ground and the ladder is pushed forward so its top rungs clear the top of the wall. The Jotun brace the ladder at the bottom and bellow orders to the nearby trolls and ogres. The troopers race to the bottom of the ladder and begin to climb, racing upwards toward the party and their charge.
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