Anyways, Good News Everyone! We'll be at 500 Orthstirr after our yearly Feat drip! Which'll happen next update! We're catching up to Sten's gas tank, even if we've got a ways to go to match his Numbers!
Blackhand scoffs, his eye roll nearly audible. 'I'm sure you'd change your tune if Abjorn were the one doing the wrestling.'
The beedover is real!'Gary Tuskpuncher sells both whale and olive oil, for a reasonable price at that.'
So cute.Looking to the cliffside — where a mountain of bodies leans against it — you find yourself witnessing a slumbering Stigr sleep-grappling a wide-awake and very-unhappy Stigmar. You smile as Stigr reminds you of how clingy Asgeirr can be. He simply refuses to sleep alone, the belligerent little guy.
Absolutely adorable.
Blackhand, that wasn't you, right. Right. Right?'If I recall correctly, that particular Great King was assassinated by a contestant who set both himself and the Great King on fire.'
I wonder what the hell was going on in his mind watching his sister fly around, cackling, and unleashing Suns Beneath The Earth on the swarm of Troll Men while otherwise incinerating them with fireballs.
Eric quest must be out of their minds. First they leave home to make their way, successfully rise to prominence, find love, find loss, and return to see home while on official business. Next they see their adorable ankle-biter of a sister utterly eclipse their combat contributions against a horde of troll-men. And she's got some kind of Christian super-soldier???
Ericquest really wanted to go the peaceful-ish craftsman route. Unfortunately things were not to be that way.
I wonder if the same happened to Sten. As in, was he more like Eric before he left for Finland, or was he already more on the hardcore side before everything went to shit for him?
The broken-necked troll-man sails through the air, bowling over a trio trying to flank around Eric. They never stand again, Eric's axe makes sure of that as his sword splits a fourth from head to hip. A fifth leaps up from the edge, but Eric drives his axe's handle into its eye and out the back of its head.
Stigr ran out of arrows long ago, so when you next turn your attention to the cliffside, you see him with spear in hand as he drives his weapon through the faces of flanking troll-men. He's running up and down the edge of the cliff, removing heads and splitting skulls as he goes.
[X] Hold off on attacking, go home and grab Abjorn and the twins.
-[X] Don't take anyone who can't shapeshift