Day Five of the Odinsleep (Ivaldi's Sweatshop?)
Day Five of the Odinsleep (Midnight)
After Ra’ziir finishes identifying the magical properties of the enchanted items and explains what they can do, Cedron announces that he requests no spoils from the day’s battles. Instead, he makes the rounds, thanking each of his comrades individually, “Well fought, my brothers. You shine a light upon the Path of Progress that honors milord.”
Raven mentions that the armor would most like best suit Niklas or Korbin.
Nik passes on the armor, claiming the crow is more hand-to-hand and announces that he will wait for the next go-round. He does mention that he would be interested in taking a pair of the boots.
Raven reaches over and tosses a pair to the woodsman who nods in gratitude before turning his attention to salvaging and rebuilding as many arrows as possible.
Ra’ziir takes the thanks in stride and replies, “Well, I wouldn’t the mind the ring.”
Kysek continues his studies, engrossed in the tome. It is only when his owl, Bubo, pokes him with a wing does the elf look up long enough to mutter, “Scrolls” before returning to his work. The owl gives a series of hoots and prods his master some more that the elf sighs…”Fine, and a spear.” He eyes his bird for a moment or two, waiting to see if the familiar is going to continue bothering him before turning back to his book once again.
Raven sits off to the side of the room, weaving the heartwire through the links of his armor under the watchful eye of Ivaldi.
Shadow walks over, leans against the corner of one wall and says, “You know I could just steal the magic from the wire and put it in an item for you.”
Ivaldi snorts, “Ain’t no magic in the wire. It’s the metal and how it’s wove what gives it power. Not e’rything is spells, wizard. A lot of it is craftsmanship.”
The dark elf smiles and raises his hands to forestall any further argument, “My apologies. It must be the strong drink. Normally I am more attentive to such things. Excuse me while I go be dumb somewhere else.”
Morn overhears Shadow’s response and gives chase, “Shadow! Would you be willing to assist an even less clever fellow in attempting that ritual you made oh so long ago? I wouldn’t mind attempting to add one of those spears to one of my other weapons if there are no objections.”
Grotto watches the bard and dark elf walk past and joins Raven and the master craftsman, “Would it be possible to bond that wire with my plate armor?”
Ivaldi nods, “Ya, we kin wrap it place of the straps and buckles that hold it t’gether. Pull up a seat and meself will show ya how.”
Korbin flits over to the table, “What about my cloak or amulet, could you twist that stuff into its chain? And are there any magic people here besides those witches?”
The dwarf shakes his head, “Not enough of your chain for this wire to work with, bird.” Ivaldi stops, looks at the crow and ask, “Ya got yerself bigger I see. Plenty of folks hereabout know magic o’ one kind er another. Depends on what ya lookin’ ta find.”
Raven pipes in, “I thought you were going to tell me about what you saw of Loki’s plan in your dream.”
Meanwhile, outside, Arthur and Bragi continue their talk, “Thank you for you kind words. It was a hard fought battle. How is your wife doing? I haven’t seen her since we returned.” “She tends her grove as always. Those trees are important to all of Asgard. Were it not for her and her constant vigil, we would grow old.”
Bragi runs his fingers through his long beard and then stretches. The First Paladin of Malazzarr hears the god’s joints creak and pop in protest, followed by Bragi’s rich full-throated laughter, “Then again, even with the grove a day like the one we just had still tends to exact a heavy toll on the body. None of us are able to retain our full, natural splendor while Odin takes his rest. Oh! Speaking of splendor, that reminds me of something!” The god stands and reaches into a bag lying near his feet, “I have a gift for you, a little something to express my gratitude for your efforts on the field.”
Bragi draws forth a dark brown rod, extending roughly the same length as his forearm. The ends of the rod are capped in gold and dozens of small gemstones form a helix pattern extending from one cap to the other. “A warrior as noble as you should look the part. Use it well. I will watch for you on the battlefield tomorrow.”
After Ra’ziir finishes identifying the magical properties of the enchanted items and explains what they can do, Cedron announces that he requests no spoils from the day’s battles. Instead, he makes the rounds, thanking each of his comrades individually, “Well fought, my brothers. You shine a light upon the Path of Progress that honors milord.”
Raven mentions that the armor would most like best suit Niklas or Korbin.
Nik passes on the armor, claiming the crow is more hand-to-hand and announces that he will wait for the next go-round. He does mention that he would be interested in taking a pair of the boots.
Raven reaches over and tosses a pair to the woodsman who nods in gratitude before turning his attention to salvaging and rebuilding as many arrows as possible.
Ra’ziir takes the thanks in stride and replies, “Well, I wouldn’t the mind the ring.”
Kysek continues his studies, engrossed in the tome. It is only when his owl, Bubo, pokes him with a wing does the elf look up long enough to mutter, “Scrolls” before returning to his work. The owl gives a series of hoots and prods his master some more that the elf sighs…”Fine, and a spear.” He eyes his bird for a moment or two, waiting to see if the familiar is going to continue bothering him before turning back to his book once again.
Raven sits off to the side of the room, weaving the heartwire through the links of his armor under the watchful eye of Ivaldi.
Shadow walks over, leans against the corner of one wall and says, “You know I could just steal the magic from the wire and put it in an item for you.”
Ivaldi snorts, “Ain’t no magic in the wire. It’s the metal and how it’s wove what gives it power. Not e’rything is spells, wizard. A lot of it is craftsmanship.”
The dark elf smiles and raises his hands to forestall any further argument, “My apologies. It must be the strong drink. Normally I am more attentive to such things. Excuse me while I go be dumb somewhere else.”
Morn overhears Shadow’s response and gives chase, “Shadow! Would you be willing to assist an even less clever fellow in attempting that ritual you made oh so long ago? I wouldn’t mind attempting to add one of those spears to one of my other weapons if there are no objections.”
Grotto watches the bard and dark elf walk past and joins Raven and the master craftsman, “Would it be possible to bond that wire with my plate armor?”
Ivaldi nods, “Ya, we kin wrap it place of the straps and buckles that hold it t’gether. Pull up a seat and meself will show ya how.”
Korbin flits over to the table, “What about my cloak or amulet, could you twist that stuff into its chain? And are there any magic people here besides those witches?”
The dwarf shakes his head, “Not enough of your chain for this wire to work with, bird.” Ivaldi stops, looks at the crow and ask, “Ya got yerself bigger I see. Plenty of folks hereabout know magic o’ one kind er another. Depends on what ya lookin’ ta find.”
Raven pipes in, “I thought you were going to tell me about what you saw of Loki’s plan in your dream.”
Meanwhile, outside, Arthur and Bragi continue their talk, “Thank you for you kind words. It was a hard fought battle. How is your wife doing? I haven’t seen her since we returned.” “She tends her grove as always. Those trees are important to all of Asgard. Were it not for her and her constant vigil, we would grow old.”
Bragi runs his fingers through his long beard and then stretches. The First Paladin of Malazzarr hears the god’s joints creak and pop in protest, followed by Bragi’s rich full-throated laughter, “Then again, even with the grove a day like the one we just had still tends to exact a heavy toll on the body. None of us are able to retain our full, natural splendor while Odin takes his rest. Oh! Speaking of splendor, that reminds me of something!” The god stands and reaches into a bag lying near his feet, “I have a gift for you, a little something to express my gratitude for your efforts on the field.”
Bragi draws forth a dark brown rod, extending roughly the same length as his forearm. The ends of the rod are capped in gold and dozens of small gemstones form a helix pattern extending from one cap to the other. “A warrior as noble as you should look the part. Use it well. I will watch for you on the battlefield tomorrow.”
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