- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Painful. In a good way.
NorseQuest (A Norse Xianxia)
- Thread starter I.F. Ister
- Start date
- Original Fantasy Action
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- norse mythology (mythology) original xianxia cultivation western cultivation ask sirihand did your mother tell you anything? discussion pleases yggdrasil farming gloating gets people killed granary management hubris is a coward's word you will die norsemen do not die when they are killed the qm has a bad memory the qm is bad at math viking courtroom drama (legal drama) vikings
[X] Refuse her charge and let her live
No matter what this information is, its not worth Solrun life for me.
She is basicaly part of Halla family at this point, and we are not avenging Steinarr and betraying other parts of the family at the same time.
No matter what this information is, its not worth Solrun life for me.
She is basicaly part of Halla family at this point, and we are not avenging Steinarr and betraying other parts of the family at the same time.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
In fairness, this is her choice. Just as Steinarr sacrificed his life to protect the rest of the family, Solrun would be doing the same. I'm against her dying as well, but I wouldn't say this is a betrayal.
Shard
One and Many
- Location
- Malaysia
Hey Halla,
1) You have described your Kunna as 'Shrouds'. Are they like cloth? Or, can you make them act like they're cloth, conceptually? Can you 'weave' and 'needlebind' them?
2) Did Solrun ever tell you what Seeing Eyes and Seersight were used for in Seidr, if ever? Do they help a lot or help only a bit? Is Sundersight something you can 'augment' with orthstirr?
3) So while everyone knows you have Seersight, nobody knows you have Sundersight specifically, and also it's rude to ask?
4) Since you're a Seeress now does this mean that other Norsemen and people who fight you need to accept that Seidr is just a part of your arsenal, so if you like cursed them in a fight it's totally fine?
1) You have described your Kunna as 'Shrouds'. Are they like cloth? Or, can you make them act like they're cloth, conceptually? Can you 'weave' and 'needlebind' them?
2) Did Solrun ever tell you what Seeing Eyes and Seersight were used for in Seidr, if ever? Do they help a lot or help only a bit? Is Sundersight something you can 'augment' with orthstirr?
3) So while everyone knows you have Seersight, nobody knows you have Sundersight specifically, and also it's rude to ask?
4) Since you're a Seeress now does this mean that other Norsemen and people who fight you need to accept that Seidr is just a part of your arsenal, so if you like cursed them in a fight it's totally fine?
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
- Pronouns
- He/They
In order
The latter
You haven't tried
-seeing eyes can help find the right spirit for the job
-Seersight is a useful tool for a seer to make a living with
-you cannot
Seersight all looks the same from the outside. It is not rude to ask, it's just that nobody has had opportunities to yet.
lmao no. It wouldn't be nid, but that won't stop people from running you out of a village or killing you over it
- Location
- Bretonnia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Accept her charge and doom Solrun to death
huh hm....
Guess we are in for a wild ride now, that this is how the roller coaster is going from the high of return with fun and happy things to the possible death of Solrun.
but anyways!
Joke aside, that's a truly terrible luck. Most likely kenning worthy, so good for her to getting ahead of it!
But where is she familiar from?
[X] Refuse her charge and let her live
Just because she can't share does not mean its a secret. Or that she can't act on it with our help without telling us about it.
Its probably that Dorri's father wanted Drysalt's leash and how to control him, as well as how it can be retaken or broken and probably Drysalt's weakness and whatever Solrun's dad did to him.
So, yeah, I am with refusing her offer, and helping how we can without knowing about it.
We trust her with our lives, but we want her to be there on Kolla's wedding as well.
And i suspect Kolla wouldn't forgive us easily for this, just as we wouldn't have forgiven easily anyone making Asveig give up her life.
Guess we are in for a wild ride now, that this is how the roller coaster is going from the high of return with fun and happy things to the possible death of Solrun.
but anyways!
A Valkyrie in the making, isn't she?
Joke aside, that's a truly terrible luck. Most likely kenning worthy, so good for her to getting ahead of it!
But where is she familiar from?
Not the first time she has this reaction huh? Better than being angry for not being able to help though.
[X] Refuse her charge and let her live
Just because she can't share does not mean its a secret. Or that she can't act on it with our help without telling us about it.
Its probably that Dorri's father wanted Drysalt's leash and how to control him, as well as how it can be retaken or broken and probably Drysalt's weakness and whatever Solrun's dad did to him.
So, yeah, I am with refusing her offer, and helping how we can without knowing about it.
We trust her with our lives, but we want her to be there on Kolla's wedding as well.
And i suspect Kolla wouldn't forgive us easily for this, just as we wouldn't have forgiven easily anyone making Asveig give up her life.
Vidar's Missed Trip (KittyEmpress)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
We were discussing Vidar in the discord recently, so I decided to write a comedic set of scenes to explain his absences from Steinnar moments, based off the joke I made on him having Zoro level directional sense;
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"Do I want to join? Huph." The man speaking to himself as he walked down the docks stood a head over nearly everyone else. Few dared to question the oddness of speaking out loud due to that - or perhaps due to the reddened face marking already prolific drinking, "First good damned thing that boy's done, an' it wasn't even him! Hawhaw!" The laughter scared birds off of their roosts on the edges of building, and brought more stares his way.
A raid! A good ol' fashioned raid, Vidar was ecstatic ever since his captain had come dour faced in the wake of that stupid little kid's brawl down on the ice. Finally something good, he'd even drank a cup in honor of little Halla and her first kill - and then the rest of the keg in honor of the memories to be reborn! Captain Steinnar, back in action, it was a good day! A great day! The best damned day since he'd settled in this Gods forsaken peaceful little personal hel. Finally, skulls to be cracked, and riches to be gained! So much better than those whinging brats.
"I'm here for the raid!" There was no questioning the Varangian - his face was known to all in the Hading, even the young bucks who seemed to be filling this ship. There was no surprise that Steinnar wasn't present yet - surely he was giving his goodbyes to his family, petting his cows on the head, coddling his children, useless, pointless swive. No, Vidar had come straight to the docks after his drinks - the boys would figure out what to do without him. He hadn't let them be soft enough to be that stupid. "Wake me when it's time!" The rumbling voice demanded. "And make sure a drink is ready too!"
And the young norsemen quaked as the drunken ex-Varangian settled into a seat, and as quick as he'd swooped onto their ship... fell asleep, his snores alone echoing loud enough to shake the wood. Or maybe that was just their imagination.
"Uh, boss?" A Man who had barely passed their raid trials shook harder than the wood, at the thought of waking the older man, and instead regarded the boat's owner with some fear. "Is he...?"
"I'm not waking him." The Horrason shook his head - he'd dealt with the tempers of older Norsemen too many times to deal with that, "If he wants a raid, he can have a raid. The gods are smiling on us today boys - we're going to be rich with someone like him. Change of plans! We're hitting higher! Tell the other boats we're heading further west. And someone load on some drink for our golden goose!"
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This was the problem with arriving first and taking a nap - Steinnar must have taken another ship. And all Vidar got left with was a bunch of wet behind the ears kids. Oh sure, a few of them might have been notable for Hading, but back in his day? Vidar wouldn't have let them lick his boots! Bunch of weaklings being raised out here, needed to be made harder - like his kids!
"So how di-" One of the little weaklings tried to get a breath in, and it meant the man had to stop drinking for a second.
"I ain't ya damn mother, go ask your questions to her and tell me when we're ready to fight." What a waste of breath. "I could use more drink."
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How much was this damned weregild, that they were heading this far out!? This was going to be a damned good fight - Ab's little friend really must have done a number! This was gonna be a damned good fight, as they filed out. The head of the boat, something Horka-something-or-other was trying to give orders. "This is a wasta fuckin' time. You can all sit around talkin' if you want, but I'm here for a reason!" Raising his fist high - the only weapons he needed for something like this - he rushed forward.
The ground shook in terror as Vidar searched for his Captain.
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Steinnar had to be here somewhere - but as one head was cleaved from its shoulders he still wasn't around, "CAPTAIN!?" The barrel chested man bellowed, unafraid of the attention that brought. His shield came up not to catch a blow, but to shatter against their skull. The poor boy of a man didn't have time to even realize he was dead before his axe was ripped from his hand, and tossed into his brother's chest.
"Captain where are you!?" He bellowed again, but again only more lambs came to the slaughter. Where could his captain be? These weaklings were not enough to even scratch his back, and yet they were not fleeing in terror of Freedfire! No, they were fleeing in terror of him, as the Champions rushed him, two approaching as one as he batted one off with a shield that shattered, his hand wrapping around the other and throwing him to the ground suddenly - just a single heft to lift and toss the man like nothing.
"I will beat his location out of you two, then!" Clearly there must be somewhere bigger, somewhere stronger that Steinnar was raiding. And these two would be just the people to lead Vidar to his Captain, such that he might finally fight side by side with him again.
It was only after returning home that Vidar would realize his mistake, Steinnar having returned and paid the weregild days before the small fleet of boats Vidar had accidentally joined came back. He resolved to never let his Captain know of that mistake.
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Days earlier, Hading
"Odd. Vidar said he would be here. I can't imagine he'd be late." Steinnar looked at the sun in the sky. He'd delayed the boat for an hour and still the man had not come. "Something must have happened. I hope the kids are alright." Any other day, he would have gone to make certain. But today he had to take care of his own blood - and he trusted his friend to be alright. "Let us be off!" As soon as he announced it, it was as if he was the owner of the boat. To the man, they all began to row out. Steinnar sighed as he looked at the respect in their eyes.
On this day, he'd kill once more - he'd kill as many times as he needed, for his family. But he wouldn't be Freedfire. That much was certain.
I definitely went for a 'funny' focus here. I don't have quite a comfortable enough grasp of Norsequest fight physics to do a good fight. I hope it was an enjoyable read! If so, I might do another one for other Steinnar trips that Vidar missed.
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"Do I want to join? Huph." The man speaking to himself as he walked down the docks stood a head over nearly everyone else. Few dared to question the oddness of speaking out loud due to that - or perhaps due to the reddened face marking already prolific drinking, "First good damned thing that boy's done, an' it wasn't even him! Hawhaw!" The laughter scared birds off of their roosts on the edges of building, and brought more stares his way.
A raid! A good ol' fashioned raid, Vidar was ecstatic ever since his captain had come dour faced in the wake of that stupid little kid's brawl down on the ice. Finally something good, he'd even drank a cup in honor of little Halla and her first kill - and then the rest of the keg in honor of the memories to be reborn! Captain Steinnar, back in action, it was a good day! A great day! The best damned day since he'd settled in this Gods forsaken peaceful little personal hel. Finally, skulls to be cracked, and riches to be gained! So much better than those whinging brats.
"I'm here for the raid!" There was no questioning the Varangian - his face was known to all in the Hading, even the young bucks who seemed to be filling this ship. There was no surprise that Steinnar wasn't present yet - surely he was giving his goodbyes to his family, petting his cows on the head, coddling his children, useless, pointless swive. No, Vidar had come straight to the docks after his drinks - the boys would figure out what to do without him. He hadn't let them be soft enough to be that stupid. "Wake me when it's time!" The rumbling voice demanded. "And make sure a drink is ready too!"
And the young norsemen quaked as the drunken ex-Varangian settled into a seat, and as quick as he'd swooped onto their ship... fell asleep, his snores alone echoing loud enough to shake the wood. Or maybe that was just their imagination.
"Uh, boss?" A Man who had barely passed their raid trials shook harder than the wood, at the thought of waking the older man, and instead regarded the boat's owner with some fear. "Is he...?"
"I'm not waking him." The Horrason shook his head - he'd dealt with the tempers of older Norsemen too many times to deal with that, "If he wants a raid, he can have a raid. The gods are smiling on us today boys - we're going to be rich with someone like him. Change of plans! We're hitting higher! Tell the other boats we're heading further west. And someone load on some drink for our golden goose!"
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This was the problem with arriving first and taking a nap - Steinnar must have taken another ship. And all Vidar got left with was a bunch of wet behind the ears kids. Oh sure, a few of them might have been notable for Hading, but back in his day? Vidar wouldn't have let them lick his boots! Bunch of weaklings being raised out here, needed to be made harder - like his kids!
"So how di-" One of the little weaklings tried to get a breath in, and it meant the man had to stop drinking for a second.
"I ain't ya damn mother, go ask your questions to her and tell me when we're ready to fight." What a waste of breath. "I could use more drink."
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How much was this damned weregild, that they were heading this far out!? This was going to be a damned good fight - Ab's little friend really must have done a number! This was gonna be a damned good fight, as they filed out. The head of the boat, something Horka-something-or-other was trying to give orders. "This is a wasta fuckin' time. You can all sit around talkin' if you want, but I'm here for a reason!" Raising his fist high - the only weapons he needed for something like this - he rushed forward.
The ground shook in terror as Vidar searched for his Captain.
-------
Steinnar had to be here somewhere - but as one head was cleaved from its shoulders he still wasn't around, "CAPTAIN!?" The barrel chested man bellowed, unafraid of the attention that brought. His shield came up not to catch a blow, but to shatter against their skull. The poor boy of a man didn't have time to even realize he was dead before his axe was ripped from his hand, and tossed into his brother's chest.
"Captain where are you!?" He bellowed again, but again only more lambs came to the slaughter. Where could his captain be? These weaklings were not enough to even scratch his back, and yet they were not fleeing in terror of Freedfire! No, they were fleeing in terror of him, as the Champions rushed him, two approaching as one as he batted one off with a shield that shattered, his hand wrapping around the other and throwing him to the ground suddenly - just a single heft to lift and toss the man like nothing.
"I will beat his location out of you two, then!" Clearly there must be somewhere bigger, somewhere stronger that Steinnar was raiding. And these two would be just the people to lead Vidar to his Captain, such that he might finally fight side by side with him again.
It was only after returning home that Vidar would realize his mistake, Steinnar having returned and paid the weregild days before the small fleet of boats Vidar had accidentally joined came back. He resolved to never let his Captain know of that mistake.
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Days earlier, Hading
"Odd. Vidar said he would be here. I can't imagine he'd be late." Steinnar looked at the sun in the sky. He'd delayed the boat for an hour and still the man had not come. "Something must have happened. I hope the kids are alright." Any other day, he would have gone to make certain. But today he had to take care of his own blood - and he trusted his friend to be alright. "Let us be off!" As soon as he announced it, it was as if he was the owner of the boat. To the man, they all began to row out. Steinnar sighed as he looked at the respect in their eyes.
On this day, he'd kill once more - he'd kill as many times as he needed, for his family. But he wouldn't be Freedfire. That much was certain.
I definitely went for a 'funny' focus here. I don't have quite a comfortable enough grasp of Norsequest fight physics to do a good fight. I hope it was an enjoyable read! If so, I might do another one for other Steinnar trips that Vidar missed.
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- Location
- India
- Pronouns
- He/His
[X] Refuse her charge and let her live
Yeah, we did, both normal and Odr infused grain.
It can break rocks with its beak now.
i have only one problem with this whole theory Skippy, and its one that invalidates it wholesale sadly.
Drysalt is not a spirit. He is a troll. No summoning is possible and if he is called via Burl or similar things.... he is staying, no sending him back.
And iirc IF said Drysalt is good/strong/smart/experienced enough not to turn to stone in sunlinght, so our sun infused tricks wont give us a silver bullet.
But as i said, just because we do not know what the secret is, does not mean we can't help Solrun do the thing.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Drysalt just has a really efficient shield sacrifice build and he runs it constantly to shield-block the sun's rays at all hours of the day.
you sure its not just mud cover and foggy yellow glasses?
- Location
- Virginia
[X] Accept her charge and doom Solrun to death
Ingulf Incinirate (Shard)
Shard
One and Many
- Location
- Malaysia
Ingulf Incinirate
Ingulf incinirate,
Incarnate flame belame.
Forgefire ire pie-pyre fry,
Feed fear feel searing deeds.
Terror ever triumph,
Time trial crime divine.
Seeress' eerie seeing,
Scorch-still till ill-sear-scare.
AN: This is.. wait, ate tale ale aye now may not nay-know - stalk Skald-talk aught all this.
Ingulf incinirate,
Incarnate flame belame.
Forgefire ire pie-pyre fry,
Feed fear feel searing deeds.
Terror ever triumph,
Time trial crime divine.
Seeress' eerie seeing,
Scorch-still till ill-sear-scare.
AN: This is.. wait, ate tale ale aye now may not nay-know - stalk Skald-talk aught all this.
In/gulf in/ci/ni/rate, (This is about Ingulf being burnt)
In/car/nate flame be/lame. (and how he fears witches)
Forge/fire ire pie-pyre fry, (He was cooked in as food)
Feed fear feel sear/ing deeds. (ingraining a fire-fear)
Ter/ror e/ver trium/ph, (Though Ingulf fears the flame)
Time tr/ial crime di/vine. (From Jotun-caused dinner)
Seer/ess' eer/ie see/ing, (He'll go though magic)
Scorch/still till ill-sear/scare. (Till he's afraid no more)
Rhyming: (In)gulf/(In)cinerate/(In)carnate, f(lame)/be(lame), fire-ire-pie. pie-pyre-fry. feed/feel/deed, fear/sear, ter/ver, time/crime/divine, Seer/err/see, still/till/ill
This is for Ingulf!
In/car/nate flame be/lame. (and how he fears witches)
Forge/fire ire pie-pyre fry, (He was cooked in as food)
Feed fear feel sear/ing deeds. (ingraining a fire-fear)
Ter/ror e/ver trium/ph, (Though Ingulf fears the flame)
Time tr/ial crime di/vine. (From Jotun-caused dinner)
Seer/ess' eer/ie see/ing, (He'll go though magic)
Scorch/still till ill-sear/scare. (Till he's afraid no more)
Rhyming: (In)gulf/(In)cinerate/(In)carnate, f(lame)/be(lame), fire-ire-pie. pie-pyre-fry. feed/feel/deed, fear/sear, ter/ver, time/crime/divine, Seer/err/see, still/till/ill
This is for Ingulf!
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Eternal_0bserver
(Unverified Bookworm)
- Location
- Earth, Northern Europe
[X] Refuse her charge and let her live.
- Location
- United States
[x] Accept her charge and doom Solrun to death
- Location
- Many Places
Hey Halla could you block sunfire slap with a shield?
It was fantastic. Loved the scene with Solrun and Lydia at the start, it was a nice scene and a good balance to the more dramatic stuff later on.
- Location
- Space between realms
- Pronouns
- He
I'd like to add another point to consider. It's kinda...extreme but IF said we could get the info from Dorri. We know some of the things done to Eric. We could potentially "break" Dorri for the information.
Edit: I do not advocate nor condone Torture. I'm just putting the option on the table.
Edit: I do not advocate nor condone Torture. I'm just putting the option on the table.
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
Doing that to an Old Monster seems very much one of those "Easier said than done", and he'd have every incentive to keep his mouth shut.
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- Space between realms
- Pronouns
- He
I know I know. Still. The option is there. We could threaten him with Eitr or subject him to a slow death via Dwarf style trapping underground.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Whatever else he is I think Dorri loves his sons. I wouldn't threaten to, say, horribly torture one of them who isn't in on this, but if Framarr is in on it, well, that's another matter. Or, on the other hand, Folkmarr is probably not in on it. Offering to spare him entirely might be efficacious.
Even if he doesn't love them, I think he's proud enough to not want his direct bloodline extinguished...we can work with that.
Torture is not a great information extraction methodology, as a rule (though magical lie detection does make it better), but I can think of other ways to get this sort of thing out of Dorri with a bit of effort if we have him at our mercy.
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