Witches and Giants: A NorseQuest Riot Fangame
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It's new packs appearing, although now you know from where and how.
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We need to find what's opening these portals and stop it.
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Domestic Dispute
Katla Bubblingbroth and Katla Eriksdottir were talking. More specifically, they were arguing.
"Iceland moss is fine in a porridge, sure, but mixing it with a soup is such a waste. The flavor is too strong, it's better to bake into a bread if you are trying to save flour, and make into a tea for health in good times."
"No, the soup mellows the flavor enough that it enhances the taste! You've had my soup, it's as good for the lungs as it is in tea, and the tea is bitter besides!"
"If the tea is bitter you brew it poorly, a few hours to heat and the tea is sweet!"
"If you are to brew tea for hours you may as well make soup, it's as sweet in soup as it is in tea!"
"A soup shouldn't be sweet!"
"That's what the angelica is for! Mine is some of the best on the island, you've seen my garden!"
Both women pause for a moment to take a breath. Bubblingbroth moves to stir the pot as one of her children runs up, spindle in hand.
"Mama! I did it!"
The girl proudly displays a length of wool, spun smoothly.
Both Katla's smile for a moment, one proud and the other fond. The mother responds.
"Well done! You'll be spinning better than your mama if you keep that up!"
The girl giggles, and runs off, taking her spinning with her as she runs outside. Katla Bubblingbroth calls after her.
"Take the roving with you, Fjóra!"
The girl spins around on one foot, nearly falls over, and runs back over to the door as she moves to pick up the basket, and the women sit in companionable silence for a moment. The hostess interrupts the moment.
"I hope my daughters are as energetic as her. She's a good girl."
Katla Bubblingbroth laughs. "You might not think that after they wake you in the night enough times! She slept poorly as a baby. Thank the gods she settled down a bit, or else you might regret hosting us!"
Authors Note: I got a lot of information from Edible wild plant use in the Faroe Islands and Iceland. It's useful if you want to know what your characters might be gathering or growing in gardens rather than fields.
Katla Bubblingbroth and Katla Eriksdottir were talking. More specifically, they were arguing.
"Iceland moss is fine in a porridge, sure, but mixing it with a soup is such a waste. The flavor is too strong, it's better to bake into a bread if you are trying to save flour, and make into a tea for health in good times."
"No, the soup mellows the flavor enough that it enhances the taste! You've had my soup, it's as good for the lungs as it is in tea, and the tea is bitter besides!"
"If the tea is bitter you brew it poorly, a few hours to heat and the tea is sweet!"
"If you are to brew tea for hours you may as well make soup, it's as sweet in soup as it is in tea!"
"A soup shouldn't be sweet!"
"That's what the angelica is for! Mine is some of the best on the island, you've seen my garden!"
Both women pause for a moment to take a breath. Bubblingbroth moves to stir the pot as one of her children runs up, spindle in hand.
"Mama! I did it!"
The girl proudly displays a length of wool, spun smoothly.
Both Katla's smile for a moment, one proud and the other fond. The mother responds.
"Well done! You'll be spinning better than your mama if you keep that up!"
The girl giggles, and runs off, taking her spinning with her as she runs outside. Katla Bubblingbroth calls after her.
"Take the roving with you, Fjóra!"
The girl spins around on one foot, nearly falls over, and runs back over to the door as she moves to pick up the basket, and the women sit in companionable silence for a moment. The hostess interrupts the moment.
"I hope my daughters are as energetic as her. She's a good girl."
Katla Bubblingbroth laughs. "You might not think that after they wake you in the night enough times! She slept poorly as a baby. Thank the gods she settled down a bit, or else you might regret hosting us!"
Authors Note: I got a lot of information from Edible wild plant use in the Faroe Islands and Iceland. It's useful if you want to know what your characters might be gathering or growing in gardens rather than fields.
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I love this! For the story, +1 Omake. For the research, +1 Omake!
"seemed to like his ship more than she liked him, made dark jokes," Brynnhildr characterization locked in. +1 omake.
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She likes him a bit more these days. Probably even as much as the ship.
And the final wave...
It was pointed out that I missed this poetry a while back, sorry about that! +1 Omake!
((I like the second one the most))
Some of you will know what this means.
could be the good kind, where it's how many wolves are rampaging through our farms. Also, since I don't think it's been mentioned in the Thread proper yet, the Screaming Tree is dealt with. It was pretty touch and go for a bit, most of us are near dead and Arne, once again, had to pull himself back together after taking a fatal blow. Reborn in Blood is really my saving grace in this game.
A portal to the wolf dimension got opened again over in Wolfsbane pt 2, like what happened in pt. 1. That was for wolves spawning per round.
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why couldn't all the ones be hanging out in the front
I was under the impression wolves couldn't actually hurt you, does it really matter how many there are if their teeth break on impact with your metal skin?
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Astra isn't there and even if she was, they very much can hurt the other people involved.
How long until chamber collapses?
Hallþorra sighed, looking over her home. Her apprentices, Alfíkr, she reminded herself viciously, and the new one, Flikki Tokisson, were hard at work, doing the basic repairs on far too many swords. She snorted, irritated. At least the Jarl was good for something - providing work for her apprentices where she didn't care if they screwed up.
Flikki had clearly learned some skills from his father - her door almost looked like a rabid bear, perhaps one named Kamban, hadn't shattered it.
She shook her head and moved to the forge, activating her Sundersight. The places where things will break became clear, and she examined his work with a critical eye, wincing at the stress points. She might not care if Kamban's entire posse dropped dead after their tools betrayed them, but that was no excuse for shoddy work.
"Alright, we're redoing this one. Quench it slowly, don't drop it in, it'll shatter. And - I'd say don't hit it like you're trying to kill it, but you shouldn't actually fight like that either."
Flikki had clearly learned some skills from his father - her door almost looked like a rabid bear, perhaps one named Kamban, hadn't shattered it.
She shook her head and moved to the forge, activating her Sundersight. The places where things will break became clear, and she examined his work with a critical eye, wincing at the stress points. She might not care if Kamban's entire posse dropped dead after their tools betrayed them, but that was no excuse for shoddy work.
"Alright, we're redoing this one. Quench it slowly, don't drop it in, it'll shatter. And - I'd say don't hit it like you're trying to kill it, but you shouldn't actually fight like that either."
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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Realized I never posted this to the thread, so here you folks go.
Astrid Bjornsdottir
Astrid Bjornsdottir
Midwinter 1 Non-Adventure Action Resolutions
Ebbe Major: Under your watchful eye, new life comes into the world. You gain the listed livestock.
Slaughter: And remove the old. You've given these pigs a good life but their time has come.
Warehouse: One of the Kamban farmhands is standing guard at the warehouse and greets you warily. Villagers don't usually approach this land unless they have very good reason and he is instantly suspicious. Your offering is accepted, after being thoroughly inspected. Dagmar, it seems, is elsewhere. "Off fighting crabs, I think."
Sacrifice: You leave the carcass of the slaughtered pigs on the hill's dewy spot. That night, a thick fog rolls across Ebbesby, tendrils creeping in through the gaps in your sod blocks. In the morning, when you return to the hillside, they are gone.
Audvin Major: It was not the quiet season you expected. Twice did your property come under attack by roving packs of wolves. Despite the odds, with the help of family, each time you prevailed. At the close of winter, you survey your property. Much of the superficial damage has been fixed, although the barn is still lacking doors with holes broken in many places. Yet there, in the best land in the fertile valley, is your new field, your pride and joy.
Tier 4 Field created.
Gyda Major Action: Weaving on the loom of your very soul, you create a tryptic of tapestries fit to make the Norns themselves weep. In one of the weaves, you and your soul stitch magic within and beyond the threads, making artwork co-existing on two planes of the Written World. To Seeing Eyes, the tapestry takes on additional beauty.
Created
Tier 4 Tapestry: Battle with the Mountain-Skin Monk
Tier 4 Imbued Tapestry: High Ground: Activate to create natural defenses on a plot for a Season. Charged by offering a Unit of Stone. Tier of Stone affects strength of defenses. Uncharged.
Tier 5 Tapestry: @Shard depiction decided by Alfvin.
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I love little flavor pieces like this and Hallþorra's character shines nicely through. +1 Omake!
Realized I never posted this to the thread, so here you folks go.
Astrid Bjornsdottir
Link is broken, but that's okay.
Plus one Omake, anyways.
(I wrote a poem, I'm giving myself an omake too.)
Fun. So do I need to feed my PC?
Mid Winter 1 End
Midwinter 1 End
The bulk of the winter has passed and the warriors (and the not-warriors who took up arms to defend Finningur nonetheless) have returned to the village. Those who went to Kyrksangr return with terrible tales of a new threat to the islands, although, armed with knowledge, perhaps they can find themselves equal to it where the outlying villages which have disappeared were not. The saga of the Screaming Tree has ended, or perhaps simply come to its final act. Klaus's eyes have been taken by the Seeress and his land utterly ruined by the Screaming Tree but, despite sacrifices, it is no more. Even now, those who defeated it harvest its scorched parts to build Finningur anew after its ravages. Yet, not all is well. The hatred in Brenda Beast-soul's heart has only been watered by this season's events and rumor has it that she intends to call holmgang upon Astrid Bjornsdottir at the Thing. Most talked about of all are the events that occurred among those that pursued the wolves into the mountains above Finningur. In the darkest days of winter, where mutterings that the cold of last year would be eclipsed by the wolves of this one, the Norsemen triumphed. Although details of what occurred have already been obscured by myth, rumor, and retelling, it is known that true heroes of Finningur dueled the great trickster Fastulfr, who had lived among them for near a year, and sent him fleeing into the wilds, taking his summoned horde with him and from their lands forever.
With slightly less ceremony, Dagmar Knockingdawn returns to Finningur, sailing in on a battered boat with Gandalf Tough-Luck, who leaves in a hurry after depositing the hersir. The reason quickly becomes clear. The supposedly blessed-of-Ran Island was no such thing and their sacrifices to the goddess did nothing to avert the Skittering Tide. Trusting in Tough-Luck's baseless superstition had seen Dagmar fighting alone for days against the Skittering Tide as Tough-Luck's mind had broken immediately under their illusory assaults. Regardless, the problem has been driven off for the foreseeable future. In addition, Dagmar has returned with a wealth of crab meat and chitin plating, a large amount of which he gifts to the village's new woodworker. Soon, Embla Velvet is seen around Finnigur sporting polished chitin jewelry dangling stylishly from her antlers.
Life is not still on the Faroes. The unknown guests at Ulfsby have departed, presumably sailing out to parts unknown. Hraorr Stormcaller has picked up a new wild rumoring, claiming that he's seen great beasts the size of hills clashing in the swampy lowlands in southern Eysturoy. Toki Bracebeam has completed the new longhouse for the Sjavarfli after the jarl destroyed the old. Eternally grateful to Katla Eriksdottir, Katla Bubblingbroth and her famly leave Katlasby for their new home, one which is actually much nicer than the old one, given that it is built mostly of quality wood from Tyrfingr Logger's woodlands instead of driftwood and sod, as the last one was. Speaking of the longhouse's destroyer, Jarl Kamban has been seen only occasionally this season, on one particularly notable occasion, departing with his felag to hunt a pod of lesser whales. Although they shared the spoils of their successful hunt with no one, the bay was stained red for near on two weeks and the fishing has been poor ever since. Finningur's normally jovial shapecrafter, Aelfgard Deepvocied, has also been complaining about ruined experiments to anyone who will listen.
The winter is nearing its conclusion, although some Norsemen still have plans and tasks to complete before the changing of seasons. The Thing looms on the horizon, sure to be memorable if for no other reason than the duel of two of Finningurs most promising young warriors.
The bulk of the winter has passed and the warriors (and the not-warriors who took up arms to defend Finningur nonetheless) have returned to the village. Those who went to Kyrksangr return with terrible tales of a new threat to the islands, although, armed with knowledge, perhaps they can find themselves equal to it where the outlying villages which have disappeared were not. The saga of the Screaming Tree has ended, or perhaps simply come to its final act. Klaus's eyes have been taken by the Seeress and his land utterly ruined by the Screaming Tree but, despite sacrifices, it is no more. Even now, those who defeated it harvest its scorched parts to build Finningur anew after its ravages. Yet, not all is well. The hatred in Brenda Beast-soul's heart has only been watered by this season's events and rumor has it that she intends to call holmgang upon Astrid Bjornsdottir at the Thing. Most talked about of all are the events that occurred among those that pursued the wolves into the mountains above Finningur. In the darkest days of winter, where mutterings that the cold of last year would be eclipsed by the wolves of this one, the Norsemen triumphed. Although details of what occurred have already been obscured by myth, rumor, and retelling, it is known that true heroes of Finningur dueled the great trickster Fastulfr, who had lived among them for near a year, and sent him fleeing into the wilds, taking his summoned horde with him and from their lands forever.
With slightly less ceremony, Dagmar Knockingdawn returns to Finningur, sailing in on a battered boat with Gandalf Tough-Luck, who leaves in a hurry after depositing the hersir. The reason quickly becomes clear. The supposedly blessed-of-Ran Island was no such thing and their sacrifices to the goddess did nothing to avert the Skittering Tide. Trusting in Tough-Luck's baseless superstition had seen Dagmar fighting alone for days against the Skittering Tide as Tough-Luck's mind had broken immediately under their illusory assaults. Regardless, the problem has been driven off for the foreseeable future. In addition, Dagmar has returned with a wealth of crab meat and chitin plating, a large amount of which he gifts to the village's new woodworker. Soon, Embla Velvet is seen around Finnigur sporting polished chitin jewelry dangling stylishly from her antlers.
Life is not still on the Faroes. The unknown guests at Ulfsby have departed, presumably sailing out to parts unknown. Hraorr Stormcaller has picked up a new wild rumoring, claiming that he's seen great beasts the size of hills clashing in the swampy lowlands in southern Eysturoy. Toki Bracebeam has completed the new longhouse for the Sjavarfli after the jarl destroyed the old. Eternally grateful to Katla Eriksdottir, Katla Bubblingbroth and her famly leave Katlasby for their new home, one which is actually much nicer than the old one, given that it is built mostly of quality wood from Tyrfingr Logger's woodlands instead of driftwood and sod, as the last one was. Speaking of the longhouse's destroyer, Jarl Kamban has been seen only occasionally this season, on one particularly notable occasion, departing with his felag to hunt a pod of lesser whales. Although they shared the spoils of their successful hunt with no one, the bay was stained red for near on two weeks and the fishing has been poor ever since. Finningur's normally jovial shapecrafter, Aelfgard Deepvocied, has also been complaining about ruined experiments to anyone who will listen.
The winter is nearing its conclusion, although some Norsemen still have plans and tasks to complete before the changing of seasons. The Thing looms on the horizon, sure to be memorable if for no other reason than the duel of two of Finningurs most promising young warriors.
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I find myself doubting this.
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I sure have a habit of getting into holmgangs
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Make sure you hit first this time.