Day Four of the Odinsleep (Carousing and Conversation)
Day Four of the Odinsleep (8pm)
Cedron, having re-entered the mead hall, grabs a flagon and plate of meat, downing both with great vigor. He follows the drink with another and another after that. The potent drink has an almost immediate effect on the minstrel-priest who calls out for “ANOTHER!” and demands that the Valkyries keep them coming since the “mead won’t drrrraaank atsalv!” The priest makes his way toward the music, pawing at nearly every lady he passes, “Don’t be shy m’ladys! I’m a damn giant slayer…”
Shadow agrees with Ra’ziir that Kysek should be included in the discussion of spell-swapping and make their way to the table where the elf is sitting and join him. Grotto appears, asking to borrow the magical rod that increases the potency of spells and Kysek, without looking up from his book reaches into his bag and passes the arcane device to the scarred dwarf, telling him to ensure its safe return.
The three elves talk shop and pass spellbooks back and forth, allowing each other to copy spells while Ra’ziir suggests that the spell “Time Stop” may be the key to repairing Raven’s damaged bracers.
Grotto looks up and sees Cedron’s antics. A smile spreads across the dwarf’s face as he pulls out his pipe, stuffs it with some of his best leaf and lights up, puffing contentedly as he makes his over to join Cedron in carousing worthy of his own god, Hanseath.
Raven, who is seated at the table where the loot is piled pokes and prods at the seized treasures. He notices some sort of silver wire is threaded through the links of the Svartaflars’ chain shirts. He looks up and Korbin, who is studying the pile from the other side of the table, and asks the crow where he had been most of the day.
The crow shrugs, “I got crucified and drowned. Then I took a nap. Then I left the three witches and joined you at the end of your battle.”
Raven scowls, leaning in closer to hear over the din of raucous conversation of the mead hall, “I’m not sure I heard you correctly. What was that?”
Korbin repeats his answer a bit more loudly and Raven nods, “I thought you looked different. Anything else happen while you were gone?”
“Well, they gave me this,” Korbin replies as he pulls out the dagger the Norns gave him, “And I had some really strange dreams.”
“May I,” Raven asks, pointing at the dagger. Korbin passes him the blade and the elven swordsman adds, “What kind of dreams?”
“End of the world kind of stuff…the world on fire with demons everywhere killing everyone and the gods doing the same.”
Raven shakes his head, “I’m not sure I understood all of that either but this dagger is incredible. I have never seen its equal.” He passes the weapon back to its owner and asks, “Does it have a name?”
Korbin caws and replies, “They said something about a ‘heartfinder’ but it didn’t seem to go for the heart any better than a normal dagger. It does cut and maneuver better than my previous weapon though. And it is a pretty blade. I wonder if these people fight monsters on the battlefield with weapons like this and how many are left behind when they die. Just how many treasures are there like this in this world?”
Niklas joins the conversation, “You appearance has changed and you are much larger. What did those witches you mentioned do to you? Are you feeling ok?”
Korbin’s head bobs as he hops around the treasure pile, “I am but I don’t know what they did to me or how. It must have been magic because nothing they did explains my growth besides magic.
The conversation continues for a short while with Niklas asking more questions about Korbin’s flight patterns, the Norns’ motives and if, perhaps, they are some kind of avian worshippers.
Then Raven stops, “Wait a moment, did you say ‘End of the World’? Do you know what Loki’s plan is?”
After his meal, Arthur steps outside for some air just in time to see a thick-set, heavily muscled figure in scaled armor approaching with a massive club carried over one shoulder. Arthur recognizes him, even from a distance as Ægir, the sea god. A woman, easily 30’ tall with pale skin and black hair reaching the small of her back, walks beside him. She wears a shawl made of fishing nets and a dark skirt that only barely preserves her modesty. Nine younger girls follow in their wake, carrying a cauldron between a pair of stout poles. The god comes to stop in front of Malazzarr’s First (and thus far only) Paladin and speaks, “This is my wife and our daughters. We have words for those who fought alongside me this morning. Take me to them.”
“Of course, follow me,” the paladin replies. It is not without irony that Arthur notes how inured to the unbelievable he has become since joining this group that even talking directly with a deity does little to rattle his composure.
Suddenly, the din inside the mead hall begins to fade and then dies off completely. Heads turn toward one of the entrances as Ægir, a giant woman, and a bevy of young women carrying a cauldron enter. From the high seat at the end of the hall, Baldur rises and speaks, “Ægir, welcome! What brings you from the dreary island of yours?”
The sea god scowls, “A foolish pair of mortals sought to aid me this morn during the battle. In doing so, even though I neither asked for nor needed their help, they protected my daughters from peril. My wife and I would award them a boon and so command them to step forward!”
Cedron, having re-entered the mead hall, grabs a flagon and plate of meat, downing both with great vigor. He follows the drink with another and another after that. The potent drink has an almost immediate effect on the minstrel-priest who calls out for “ANOTHER!” and demands that the Valkyries keep them coming since the “mead won’t drrrraaank atsalv!” The priest makes his way toward the music, pawing at nearly every lady he passes, “Don’t be shy m’ladys! I’m a damn giant slayer…”
Shadow agrees with Ra’ziir that Kysek should be included in the discussion of spell-swapping and make their way to the table where the elf is sitting and join him. Grotto appears, asking to borrow the magical rod that increases the potency of spells and Kysek, without looking up from his book reaches into his bag and passes the arcane device to the scarred dwarf, telling him to ensure its safe return.
The three elves talk shop and pass spellbooks back and forth, allowing each other to copy spells while Ra’ziir suggests that the spell “Time Stop” may be the key to repairing Raven’s damaged bracers.
Grotto looks up and sees Cedron’s antics. A smile spreads across the dwarf’s face as he pulls out his pipe, stuffs it with some of his best leaf and lights up, puffing contentedly as he makes his over to join Cedron in carousing worthy of his own god, Hanseath.
Raven, who is seated at the table where the loot is piled pokes and prods at the seized treasures. He notices some sort of silver wire is threaded through the links of the Svartaflars’ chain shirts. He looks up and Korbin, who is studying the pile from the other side of the table, and asks the crow where he had been most of the day.
The crow shrugs, “I got crucified and drowned. Then I took a nap. Then I left the three witches and joined you at the end of your battle.”
Raven scowls, leaning in closer to hear over the din of raucous conversation of the mead hall, “I’m not sure I heard you correctly. What was that?”
Korbin repeats his answer a bit more loudly and Raven nods, “I thought you looked different. Anything else happen while you were gone?”
“Well, they gave me this,” Korbin replies as he pulls out the dagger the Norns gave him, “And I had some really strange dreams.”
“May I,” Raven asks, pointing at the dagger. Korbin passes him the blade and the elven swordsman adds, “What kind of dreams?”
“End of the world kind of stuff…the world on fire with demons everywhere killing everyone and the gods doing the same.”
Raven shakes his head, “I’m not sure I understood all of that either but this dagger is incredible. I have never seen its equal.” He passes the weapon back to its owner and asks, “Does it have a name?”
Korbin caws and replies, “They said something about a ‘heartfinder’ but it didn’t seem to go for the heart any better than a normal dagger. It does cut and maneuver better than my previous weapon though. And it is a pretty blade. I wonder if these people fight monsters on the battlefield with weapons like this and how many are left behind when they die. Just how many treasures are there like this in this world?”
Niklas joins the conversation, “You appearance has changed and you are much larger. What did those witches you mentioned do to you? Are you feeling ok?”
Korbin’s head bobs as he hops around the treasure pile, “I am but I don’t know what they did to me or how. It must have been magic because nothing they did explains my growth besides magic.
The conversation continues for a short while with Niklas asking more questions about Korbin’s flight patterns, the Norns’ motives and if, perhaps, they are some kind of avian worshippers.
Then Raven stops, “Wait a moment, did you say ‘End of the World’? Do you know what Loki’s plan is?”
After his meal, Arthur steps outside for some air just in time to see a thick-set, heavily muscled figure in scaled armor approaching with a massive club carried over one shoulder. Arthur recognizes him, even from a distance as Ægir, the sea god. A woman, easily 30’ tall with pale skin and black hair reaching the small of her back, walks beside him. She wears a shawl made of fishing nets and a dark skirt that only barely preserves her modesty. Nine younger girls follow in their wake, carrying a cauldron between a pair of stout poles. The god comes to stop in front of Malazzarr’s First (and thus far only) Paladin and speaks, “This is my wife and our daughters. We have words for those who fought alongside me this morning. Take me to them.”
“Of course, follow me,” the paladin replies. It is not without irony that Arthur notes how inured to the unbelievable he has become since joining this group that even talking directly with a deity does little to rattle his composure.
Suddenly, the din inside the mead hall begins to fade and then dies off completely. Heads turn toward one of the entrances as Ægir, a giant woman, and a bevy of young women carrying a cauldron enter. From the high seat at the end of the hall, Baldur rises and speaks, “Ægir, welcome! What brings you from the dreary island of yours?”
The sea god scowls, “A foolish pair of mortals sought to aid me this morn during the battle. In doing so, even though I neither asked for nor needed their help, they protected my daughters from peril. My wife and I would award them a boon and so command them to step forward!”
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