Winter 4/Asvir Visit 2.5
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
- Pronouns
- He/They
What's all this commotion about?
...You've got no idea what you're looking at here.
Neither does Blackhand, for that matter.
It's got four legs and gray, wrinkled skin. A pair of tusks grow out from its face like a boar, but what kind of boar has flappy ears bigger than shields and an arm on its face? It towers over most buildings — how you missed it you're not sure — and it seems rather bored and out of place. There's a spark of intelligence to those eyes, like it knows more than it lets on.
It's some kind of creature, that's for sure, but what manner of beast it is? Well, that's uncertain. The man trying to sell it claims it to be a war-spirit from 'Tunis', wherever that may be, but the price he's asking for it?
Eight hundred ounces of silver?! For a creature you can't even name? Absolutely outrageous.
The trader's not having much luck with the crowd, not at that price, and they disperse rather quickly. You do see Knappr of all people lingering behind, though not for very long. What could he want with this creature?
Dejected, the trader leads the beast back to the ship. You briefly consider stopping by, to see if you could needle out some more information from the trader, but a glance at the sun tells you that you'd best get going.
After all, Steinarr would be rather cross if he learned that you were out after dark, during winter.
Saying your goodbyes to the people that you know, you set out on your journey back home.
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(Encounter? 2) A negative encounter. (Severity? 2, 1, 2, 4, 2) 3 Failures... Oh boy, better strap in!
You breathe deeply of the crisp, winter air. The cool wind washes over you like a particularly enjoyable bath.
As you walk with the woods to the left of you, you're treated to a glowing blue light shining from deep in the trees. Two pinpricks of blue light greet your gaze as you turn to look properly. As they begin to move, fear creeps its way up your spine and takes a hold of your heart.
You take an involuntary step back as the rotting body of a monster emerges from the shadows.
Armed with sword and spear, it looks at you with a face made of bone and eyes of icy embers. A piece of carved wood sits in its open mouth and its forehead bears rune script. Tattered pieces of mail drape off its frame as it staggers towards you.
'Draugr,' liquid dread drips from Blackhand's voice as he identifies the creature. Icy terror claws at your heart, only to be banished by the warmth of the sky-forge. He sounds unusually focused as he gives you as much information as he has, 'It possesses a fear aura, likely derived from an ice hugareida. Proceed with utmost caution and I will keep the fear at bay. It's feigning its weakness. Good luck, Halla.'
What do you do?
[ ] Stand and Fight (Begins Combat Encounter: An Evening Stroll Gone Terribly Wrong)
[ ] Turn and Flee (Gain Flaw: Haunted by the Night - Until you kill this draugr, its eyes will haunt your every sleeping moment.)
0~0~0
AN: Looks like you're getting a taste of the draugr treatment.
...This isn't Glam, by the way. You'd know if it was Glam.
25-minute moratorium.
...You've got no idea what you're looking at here.
Neither does Blackhand, for that matter.
It's got four legs and gray, wrinkled skin. A pair of tusks grow out from its face like a boar, but what kind of boar has flappy ears bigger than shields and an arm on its face? It towers over most buildings — how you missed it you're not sure — and it seems rather bored and out of place. There's a spark of intelligence to those eyes, like it knows more than it lets on.
It's some kind of creature, that's for sure, but what manner of beast it is? Well, that's uncertain. The man trying to sell it claims it to be a war-spirit from 'Tunis', wherever that may be, but the price he's asking for it?
Eight hundred ounces of silver?! For a creature you can't even name? Absolutely outrageous.
The trader's not having much luck with the crowd, not at that price, and they disperse rather quickly. You do see Knappr of all people lingering behind, though not for very long. What could he want with this creature?
Dejected, the trader leads the beast back to the ship. You briefly consider stopping by, to see if you could needle out some more information from the trader, but a glance at the sun tells you that you'd best get going.
After all, Steinarr would be rather cross if he learned that you were out after dark, during winter.
Saying your goodbyes to the people that you know, you set out on your journey back home.
0~0~0
(Encounter? 2) A negative encounter. (Severity? 2, 1, 2, 4, 2) 3 Failures... Oh boy, better strap in!
You breathe deeply of the crisp, winter air. The cool wind washes over you like a particularly enjoyable bath.
As you walk with the woods to the left of you, you're treated to a glowing blue light shining from deep in the trees. Two pinpricks of blue light greet your gaze as you turn to look properly. As they begin to move, fear creeps its way up your spine and takes a hold of your heart.
You take an involuntary step back as the rotting body of a monster emerges from the shadows.
Armed with sword and spear, it looks at you with a face made of bone and eyes of icy embers. A piece of carved wood sits in its open mouth and its forehead bears rune script. Tattered pieces of mail drape off its frame as it staggers towards you.
'Draugr,' liquid dread drips from Blackhand's voice as he identifies the creature. Icy terror claws at your heart, only to be banished by the warmth of the sky-forge. He sounds unusually focused as he gives you as much information as he has, 'It possesses a fear aura, likely derived from an ice hugareida. Proceed with utmost caution and I will keep the fear at bay. It's feigning its weakness. Good luck, Halla.'
What do you do?
[ ] Stand and Fight (Begins Combat Encounter: An Evening Stroll Gone Terribly Wrong)
[ ] Turn and Flee (Gain Flaw: Haunted by the Night - Until you kill this draugr, its eyes will haunt your every sleeping moment.)
0~0~0
AN: Looks like you're getting a taste of the draugr treatment.
...This isn't Glam, by the way. You'd know if it was Glam.
25-minute moratorium.
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