Rescuing Aki/Day 3
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
- Pronouns
- He/They
[X] Give in and pay the damn silver (-43oz Silver)
[X] Research Ginnungagap
-[X] The Elivagar
[X] Spend Money
-[X] A faering (Silver-Tongue Check)
[X] Research Ginnungagap
-[X] The Elivagar
[X] Spend Money
-[X] A faering (Silver-Tongue Check)
Researching the Elivagar
After spending some time talking to people, you gather a few facts about the Elivagar.
A lot of the information is stuff you already know, like their numbers and that they flow through Ginnungagap. However, you didn't know all their names nor what is unique about each.
The Elivagar are, in no particular order, the Svol, Fjorm, Fimbulthul, Hrid, Sylgr, Leiptr, Ylgr, Slidr, Vid, Gunnthra, and Gjoll rivers. They all have their own weirdness going on, which makes them rather difficult to travel — the fact that they're in Ginnungagap notwithstanding.
The Svol is said to have the coldest of all the waters, that everything freezes completely the moment it touches the water. It is one of the hardest of the Elivagar to travel, thanks to that fact.
The Fjorm is the fastest of the Elivagar, so fast that one could lose a foot just from sticking it in! If one were able to survive its flow, they could travel it in mere moments.
The next is the Fimbulthul, the fiercest of all the Elivagar. Even more than the Svol, it refuses to be used for travel and breaks the hulls of any ship that dares touch its waters. It is the most lively, the most independent of the Elivagar.
After the Fimbulthul is the Hrid, the most violent of the Elivagar. Not only are its waters full of giant waves, it is also electric!
The Sylgr comes next, with its deceivingly calm surface. But, if one were to breach that surface, they would instantly be pulled to the bottom by the vortex of pressure. A rather horrifying way to go, all things considered.
The Leiptr, as you know, is the brightest of all the Elivagar. Its waters are so bright it's like sailing on the surface of the sun!
The waters of the Ylgr are said to induce a sort of frenzied madness in anyone who touches it. It makes its poor victim act the role of the wolf among the sheep.
The Slidr, as you've heard, is said to have water that turns the bravest men to the most despicable cowards. Not only that, but below the surface are churning swords — the cast-down weapons of cowards.
The Vid was once the widest of the Elivagar, except it, apparently, no longer flows thanks to Thor clogging it with a large rock. It no longer is traversable, though some of the people you spoke to claimed to have heard of people walking across it before.
The Gunnthra is said to have waters so painful that they make any wound sustained on the battlefield look like the smallest of bumps, like a lover's kiss on the forehead.
And the Gjoll... You're going to have to go there no matter what, as across it is where the souls of the bodily dead reside. There is a bridge that crosses it, the Gjallarbru, that is guarded by none other than the goddess Modgudr, who keeps the Abysslings from getting at the defenseless souls across the way.
Eitr, apparently, comes from the Elivagar, but no one you spoke to knew how that works so, of course, neither do you.
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Buying a faering (Hugr (Silver-Tongue): hgugh, wtf... 6x5, 5x7) Max Success! 48 Successes!
After a day of no luck, you were about to call it quits when a strangely familiar voice reached your ear.
"Halla? Is that you?"
Turning around, you have to take a moment to steady yourself as none other than Eric is waving your way.
Eric's changed a lot since you last saw him. He's as tall as Steinarr — taller than Sten, at that! — and he's filled out a lot. His arms are thick and his skin is bronzed from working in the sun. His hands and forearms are covered in small scars and cuts, the product of long days spent fishing. His hair is hidden inside a green, woven hat and a sword hangs from his belt — the sword's guard is shaped like a ship.
In short, he's no longer the boy you knew. Eric is a man now.
You give him the fiercest hug you can manage. He laughs, easily able to withstand your strength. You laugh a little disbelievingly as you step away. "What happened to you?"
"Whatever he says, don't listen to him! He's far too humble for his own good!" A woman's voice, Stigrun's, draws a larger grin from Eric as his wife joins the scene. "Eric is one of Jarl Corpsemaker's Stonesons!"
Eric rubs at the back of his head as Stigrun shines with pride in her husband's accomplishments. But that's not what has your attention — though it is certainly noteworthy. Your attention is fixed to the little hand that Stigrun holds, the little hand belonging to a young boy. Red hair, steel eyes? Yep, that's Eric's son, alright.
"This is Leif, my son," Eric says as he picks the four-year-old up. Leif looks around, his eyes full of curiosity. "Say 'hi', Leif."
Leif says nothing and simply stares at you. After a long, drawn out silence, he eventually waves and offers a small "Hi."
"He's not very talkative," Eric is quick to cover for his son, not that it's needed.
You wave it off with a laugh. "There's no worry, he reminds me of Sigurdr."
"Sigurdr?" Eric quirks his head to the side and Leif starts playing with the hair escaping from the hat.
You grin. "My second oldest son."
Eric's jaw drops as his eyes bulge. "Wait, second? And son? When did you get married? And to who?!"
"I married Abjorn a couple years back and yes, Sigurdr is the second oldest... of four kids." Your grin widens as Eric shakes his head in disbelief and Stigrun — who's pregnant herself — eyes you with newfound respect. "So, what brings you to Asvir?"
"Four kids..." Eric trails off before shaking his head and getting back on track. "I could ask you the same thing, you know? But, to answer your question, the Jarl is finally establishing an outpost in Asvir and the Ironbrother heading the operation picked me and a few others to accompany him."
You nod slowly as your eyes narrow. The Headsman is supposed to represent the Kyrsvikingar in Asvir, so why is there another outpost being set up?
'It just stinks of warband politics to me,' Blackhand offers a grunt to accompany your narrowing eyes.
"...Right, well, I'm here to buy a faering, bu-" Eric cuts you off, latching onto the word 'faering'.
"I'm sorry for missing your wedding, but, if you want, I can give you a belated present?" He waits eagerly for an answer, which you shrug and give him.
"Sure?"
"Great!" He smiles as he pulls you into another hug. "I actually brought a faering with me, intending to use it for fishing, but it's yours now!"
You happily accept the gift even though you can't shake a rather odd feeling.
(Eric has returned! He and his family have been added to relations)
(Faering added to property!)
(Journal Entry Added: A Second Kyrsvikingar Outpost?)
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You have 4 days left to rescue Aki.
How would you like to spend Day 4? (Pick 2)
[ ] Train (You have 3d6 Training dice to spend as desired)
[ ] Research Ginnungagap
-[ ] Eitr. What is it?
-[ ] Modgudr, who is she as a person?
-[ ] Write in
[ ] Spend Money
-[ ] Write in
[ ] Craft Something
-[ ] Something with runes that will produce light (Note: Requires you to make a phrase for it)
-[ ] Write in
[ ] Launch the Expedition!
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AN: That freaking faering roll, dude, what the hell.
Anyways, Eric's back!
No moratorium as it is late.
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