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- The United States
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Harald chuckles, then winces...
"The apiary is two years and somebody finding some bees away, I'm afraid."
NorseQuest: Collective Edition (Group-Based Xianxia Settlement-Builder)
- Thread starter I.F. Ister
- Start date
- Original
Harald chuckles, then winces...
"The apiary is two years and somebody finding some bees away, I'm afraid."
- Location
- The United States
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"Hear hear, and heed Hulfr's offer have you the means to hire the best woodworker among us.
I bore the shield I brought from Gotland for the first fight of today, and had I born it for the second instead of Hulfr's my kin would be fetching my hair from home."
Harald thrusts a dusty ring shield into the air.
"Hail Hulfr Hardwood, for when bearing a shield such as this you need doubt only your arm"
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@DeadmanwalkingXI
Grid will give the seeress the Void Eagle Eyes she got for a reward.
Grid will give the seeress the Void Eagle Eyes she got for a reward.
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Okay, sure. What do you want from her?
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If it's possible flygja 4, if not then a lucky pendant.
Zedalb
I just started a Patreon!
- Location
- Washington
[X]HULFR "HARD WOOD"
-[X] Major Action: Finish the Main Hall Using, my Kunna, and wood crafting to replace the need for nails with joinery techniques.
-[X] Minor Action: Work with Anja Giantbone to begin surveying my plot and Anja Giantbone's for threats and interesting details.
-[X] Minor Action: Save as much wood as possible from the rotted boat, and take the rotted parts for ash and resin.
-[X] Minor Action: Make some beds and other essential furniture as needed for people in the village.
-[X] Minor Action: Look at all the pretty girls while wood working and hope one talks to him because he would never approach someone for a social reason.
-[X] Minor Action: Practice with his Kunna and hardening wood in various ways, hoping to work with his kenning to improve the strength of items he makes.
-[X] Minor Action: Attend Dance party, Do not dance, try not to obviously stare at pretty girls.
-[X] Major Action: Finish the Main Hall Using, my Kunna, and wood crafting to replace the need for nails with joinery techniques.
-[X] Minor Action: Work with Anja Giantbone to begin surveying my plot and Anja Giantbone's for threats and interesting details.
-[X] Minor Action: Save as much wood as possible from the rotted boat, and take the rotted parts for ash and resin.
-[X] Minor Action: Make some beds and other essential furniture as needed for people in the village.
-[X] Minor Action: Look at all the pretty girls while wood working and hope one talks to him because he would never approach someone for a social reason.
-[X] Minor Action: Practice with his Kunna and hardening wood in various ways, hoping to work with his kenning to improve the strength of items he makes.
-[X] Minor Action: Attend Dance party, Do not dance, try not to obviously stare at pretty girls.
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Do the mushroom men work the season after purchase or do they have to be planted for a season?
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It's easier for everyone if you put your character name in the plan., for the record.
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Fylgja 4 is not possible. Lucky Pendant added and Void Eagle Eyes removed.
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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Oh, the reward you get is a Potion of Void Eagle Vision, which allows you to see into the spirit world for a period of time. If you have Void Step, it extends your range and gives you more precise control over where you end up. If you don't, it gives you access to Void Step for that time.
Gefjosa Aslaugsdottir (CoatRackRanger)
Sorrow. Like knife slipped between her rips. Pain worse than when her sister had dropped father's big woodsplitting axe on her foot when she was a child. Sister... She'd begged the Steel Men to spare the baby growing inside her. They hadn't. They hadn't spared anyone. She's seen bone then and been to young to know how to close such things. It had been hours before anyone came home from the fields to close it for her. The Fields of Gotland... watered with kinsblood then drowned in the sea. No one coming home from those now. Never again. No one to heal her. No one to hold her. No one to tell her it would be okay. No one. No one. No one. If she didn't come home from the fields one day, would she go to the place they did? Gefjosa knew the trick now. Her flesh wasn't as malleable as others, the older Gutes, but she could close even such a wound given time. But this pain... there was no wound and there was no balm.
Sorrow. Like a millstone hung on her neck. She had love work once. Love... Mother said there was no power greater... that when she found love and took it into her heart, everything would make sense. They'd pulled out her lungs and flung them over her shoulders. Gefjosa had seen inside her; there was no love to be found, just meat and lifeblood fleeing. Loved the ache in her muscles, the sweat on her brow, the fruits of labors well earned. She had relished the strain and the putting it down. There was no putting down this weight. No relief, no growth, no fruit to savor. She was strong now, stronger than she'd ever been but this was not a weight that broad shoulders could carry. It would crush her. Crush her soon. It should. Please. Please, it should.
Sorrow. It cut and it crushed Gefjosa Aslaugsdottir until... until... there was nothing else left of her and she didn't really even notice. Winter ended with the first bird song and the first day longer than the one before. Lost in her world of pain, Gefjosa didn't even notice. The Sorrow Kunna came to her without fanfare or revelation. It was simply acceptance of what she was. She wasn't simply a plow. She'd tried to make herself a tool for endless toil... but she wasn't just that she was a tool which could hurt.
The Thing hurt Gefjosa. Throngs of people, walls of noise, jealousy, rivalry, resentment. WANT. Being here would be torture. Being elsewhere would be worse. Even a breaking tool had use for a while yet. She could feel herself breaking... coming apart.... being dismembered. Like pa. But more slowly. Without the screams, only a long drawn-out whimper. And while she still could, she would pretend to still be a good Gute doing her part, not a hollow, hurting thing toiling until it snapped. All she had left was an idea of Gefjosa Aslaugsdottir and when the whispers started, when other people didn't believe in her anymore either, she knew that's when she would truly be gone.
It felt like obvious to offer Unlce Torgarr her land. He was older, better, stronger, would last longer. It would make things easier when she wasn't there anymore. When she put down the weight. It was just another part of herself being cut away. She was used to that. The pain was no less sharp but it was... familiar. She knew its shape. Sorrow. Sacrifice. Two hands clasped together. Giving up her land was thoughtless, automatic, inevitable. More like gravity's pull than a decision he made.
So, when Uncle Torgarr denied her, Gefjosa's world was turned on its head. And his simple words struck the firmament of a dark cosmology she'd erected and let something new in.
At first it was panic. He knew... he had seem what she'd kept so carefully hidden (A/N: no, she hadn't)... They'd all seen... she should be unravelling before their eyes but... something moved within the Sorrow she'd etched on her soul. For a year she'd milled her own pain, she'd kept her head down and so she had only ever seen her own feet and the mud she was caked in. Gefjosa looked at her Uncle Torgarr now with Seer's Sight and Sorrow and met... not the thicket knives ready to judge and cut and flense... but a man who was hurting too. Her Sorrow thrummed with his and, for a moment, she wasn't alone.
How had she missed it? Everything she had lost, so had he. Her father, his brother. Her mother, his sister. Her siblings, his nieces and nephews. His own family HOW HAD SHE FORGOTTEN THAT HE HAD A FAMILY TOO?! IGNORED IT?! TOO WRAPPED UP IN HER OWN PAIN. STUPID! SELFISH! STUPID STUPID! WORTHL-shhhh gone somewhere she had never bothered to ask. He... he understood her. He judged her, as she'd feared in here heart, but found her not wanting... only needing. Not needing someone to pull her out of the darkness but to see that there were other climbing too. not alone. She looked out at the crowd of the Thing. Pain. Sensations overwhelming. But, in each heart, there was Sorrow. Some flickering faint, other bright gnawing embers. not alone.
"I... I didn't think anyone noticed." They didn't owe that to her. Her Sorrow... it wasn't unique. Every person in this makeshift hall was there because they'd run as Gotland fell, just like she had. Every person had left chunks of themselves behind. And only she had chosen to toss more of herself into the sea. The Sorrow that she'd made a part of herself... it would always be there now. It was a mold she'd poured herself into... but evena breaking the wrong tool could be put a new purpose.
She looked out at the crowd of lost, hurting people, each set adrift from their sunken home and quietly cast her vote for "Driftwood." They were flotsam but they'd all washed up on the same beach. not alone. the weight lifted, just a little.
Will work on Gefjosa's perspective of the fight later.
Sorrow. Like a millstone hung on her neck. She had love work once. Love... Mother said there was no power greater... that when she found love and took it into her heart, everything would make sense. They'd pulled out her lungs and flung them over her shoulders. Gefjosa had seen inside her; there was no love to be found, just meat and lifeblood fleeing. Loved the ache in her muscles, the sweat on her brow, the fruits of labors well earned. She had relished the strain and the putting it down. There was no putting down this weight. No relief, no growth, no fruit to savor. She was strong now, stronger than she'd ever been but this was not a weight that broad shoulders could carry. It would crush her. Crush her soon. It should. Please. Please, it should.
Sorrow. It cut and it crushed Gefjosa Aslaugsdottir until... until... there was nothing else left of her and she didn't really even notice. Winter ended with the first bird song and the first day longer than the one before. Lost in her world of pain, Gefjosa didn't even notice. The Sorrow Kunna came to her without fanfare or revelation. It was simply acceptance of what she was. She wasn't simply a plow. She'd tried to make herself a tool for endless toil... but she wasn't just that she was a tool which could hurt.
The Thing hurt Gefjosa. Throngs of people, walls of noise, jealousy, rivalry, resentment. WANT. Being here would be torture. Being elsewhere would be worse. Even a breaking tool had use for a while yet. She could feel herself breaking... coming apart.... being dismembered. Like pa. But more slowly. Without the screams, only a long drawn-out whimper. And while she still could, she would pretend to still be a good Gute doing her part, not a hollow, hurting thing toiling until it snapped. All she had left was an idea of Gefjosa Aslaugsdottir and when the whispers started, when other people didn't believe in her anymore either, she knew that's when she would truly be gone.
It felt like obvious to offer Unlce Torgarr her land. He was older, better, stronger, would last longer. It would make things easier when she wasn't there anymore. When she put down the weight. It was just another part of herself being cut away. She was used to that. The pain was no less sharp but it was... familiar. She knew its shape. Sorrow. Sacrifice. Two hands clasped together. Giving up her land was thoughtless, automatic, inevitable. More like gravity's pull than a decision he made.
So, when Uncle Torgarr denied her, Gefjosa's world was turned on its head. And his simple words struck the firmament of a dark cosmology she'd erected and let something new in.
At first it was panic. He knew... he had seem what she'd kept so carefully hidden (A/N: no, she hadn't)... They'd all seen... she should be unravelling before their eyes but... something moved within the Sorrow she'd etched on her soul. For a year she'd milled her own pain, she'd kept her head down and so she had only ever seen her own feet and the mud she was caked in. Gefjosa looked at her Uncle Torgarr now with Seer's Sight and Sorrow and met... not the thicket knives ready to judge and cut and flense... but a man who was hurting too. Her Sorrow thrummed with his and, for a moment, she wasn't alone.
How had she missed it? Everything she had lost, so had he. Her father, his brother. Her mother, his sister. Her siblings, his nieces and nephews. His own family HOW HAD SHE FORGOTTEN THAT HE HAD A FAMILY TOO?! IGNORED IT?! TOO WRAPPED UP IN HER OWN PAIN. STUPID! SELFISH! STUPID STUPID! WORTHL-shhhh gone somewhere she had never bothered to ask. He... he understood her. He judged her, as she'd feared in here heart, but found her not wanting... only needing. Not needing someone to pull her out of the darkness but to see that there were other climbing too. not alone. She looked out at the crowd of the Thing. Pain. Sensations overwhelming. But, in each heart, there was Sorrow. Some flickering faint, other bright gnawing embers. not alone.
"I... I didn't think anyone noticed." They didn't owe that to her. Her Sorrow... it wasn't unique. Every person in this makeshift hall was there because they'd run as Gotland fell, just like she had. Every person had left chunks of themselves behind. And only she had chosen to toss more of herself into the sea. The Sorrow that she'd made a part of herself... it would always be there now. It was a mold she'd poured herself into... but even
She looked out at the crowd of lost, hurting people, each set adrift from their sunken home and quietly cast her vote for "Driftwood." They were flotsam but they'd all washed up on the same beach. not alone. the weight lifted, just a little.
Will work on Gefjosa's perspective of the fight later.
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Is that void step upgrade temporary or permanent.
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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A permanent upgrade
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Can I drink it right now.
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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Should I note that on her sheet as Void Step 2 if she does?
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@DeadmanwalkingXI
K, then Grid drinks the Potion of Void Eagle Vision and improves her Void Step.
K, then Grid drinks the Potion of Void Eagle Vision and improves her Void Step.
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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The Dino Guy (Bjorn Bjarnesson) and Disco Guy (Moli Spotlight) both get +4 for their efforts
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Just learn to fly. Or jump real good.
Alright, done, and listed as Void Step 2. If that's not the correct notation, I'll fix it.
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Shard
One and Many
- Location
- Malaysia
[X] Moli Spotlight Actions:
-[X] Major: Throw a disco celebration for everyone who survived the battle. Moli will recite poetry and embellish the glories of those who fought.
-[X] Minor: Grow Golden Grass, with extra for the communal stockpile/tax.
-[X] Minor: Help out with anyone who wants Moli's help.
-[X] Minor: Explore cleared land with Mirror Raven Spotlight and Seeing Eyes to look for exciting magic things as well as valuable mundane things.
(What can I say, it's a Skald's job to make glorious things even more gorious)
-[X] Major: Throw a disco celebration for everyone who survived the battle. Moli will recite poetry and embellish the glories of those who fought.
-[X] Minor: Grow Golden Grass, with extra for the communal stockpile/tax.
-[X] Minor: Help out with anyone who wants Moli's help.
-[X] Minor: Explore cleared land with Mirror Raven Spotlight and Seeing Eyes to look for exciting magic things as well as valuable mundane things.
(What can I say, it's a Skald's job to make glorious things even more gorious)
Becoming Powerful
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Becoming Powerful
So, with the influx of Ordstirr from the recent events, it is time to talk about the Norse getting more powerful in a mechanical sense. Up until level 3 in Traits, whether Skills or Kunna or Martial Styles, experience and Ordstirr alone are enough to increase them. However, to increase a Trait to level 4 or above, you must have the necessary PT and go on a Quest as a Major Action to unlock the ability. This must be done again at every level if you continue increasing it, with the Quests getting more difficult each time.Additionally, for those who have succeeded at Quests to do this, Ordstirr rewards for most activities are lowered, as your prowess makes mundane and even exceptional things only to be expected.
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Madness (alexthealright)
- Location
- Many Places
Madness
"Kill it." The voice whispered in her mind, "Grab its neck from behind and twist, it would be so easy."
Astrid wasn't sure if the voice was a spirit or just her own Frenzy drowned mind but either way she didn't dignify the words with a response as she followed the child in front of her to the half finished safe house.
When word had spread of an army of the dead Astrid had tried to volunteer for the defense before, in a show of total disregard for all logic, the Heisir had shut her down, she wasn't some child, she was eight! Even worse he'd continued to stonewall her even when news of the Draugr's weakness had spread.
Her statement that she could even fight with her Fylgja had gotten her sent here with the children.
Even worse? Uncle Kare had approved, he'd even helped shuffle her off.
And now? She was in a room with a dozen other people, all moving around and talking and driving her Frenzy into… well a Frenzy.
As the impulses grew she sat down in a corner of the room and pulled the wooden amulet her uncle had made for her before biting down on her thumb, drawing blood and smearing it across the runes.
With that the runes on her amulet began to glow with crimson light and she drifted off into sleep.
Astrid remembered when the monster came to her father's farm, when the family thrall, Tristan, an Englishmen father had taken personally came running through the door.
"Master." he said "A… a man named Slipskin is here to see you." Fear drenched his words and its scent had filled the room by the time he'd finished speaking.
Father stood up from his breakfast and smiled, teeth flashing. "Good, now go change your pants and bring me to him." He looked her, "And you, follow me, I have business to do." There was no arguing with that tone and so she followed him to the edge of her father's land.
She wondered on the way what kind of person this Slipskin man might be, her second clue came as Tristan rounded surmounted one final hill and froze, his face paling as he made an odd motion with his hands he'd told her was the sign of the cross, invoking his strange god for protection.
Curiosity overwhelmed her as she sprinted up the hill and as she reached the top she beheld the figure that had so terrified Tristan.
The man was tall, taller than even Father he wore nothing except pair of plain pants, atop his head here the great antlers of an elk, he wore a serpent for a tongue and had a long wispy beard.
Then her father came up the hill and the man's appearance shifted, the antlers and the snake tongue fell from his body onto the ground, as he grew an extra pair of arms which ended in the paws of a bear.
Father turned to Tristan and spoke, low and sharp, "Go, and speak of this to absolutely no one if you value your life." With that he began to walk down the hill, pulling her with him.
As they walked down the hill his form continued to flow and change, growing bulky and more armored all the while, scales and dense fur crowding out his bare skin.
He loomed over father, before glancing down at her with an appraising eye, "I see you've agreed to my offer."
Father growled, "Let's just get this over with, I have your payment, and you swore that you'd give me-" Slipskin interrupted him, "Yes yes, I'll make you a Berserk, the strongest you could possibly be." He turned to her, an almost warm smile spreading across his face. "And in return-" he placed his hand on her cheek, and Astrid descended into shadow.
She awoke paralyzed below the waist and wrapped in vines, starring at the ceiling above her head, its leathery surface wriggling as two crimson eyes stared back at her, worse, she could see the spirits in the walls, feeding on the room's misery like maggots wriggling around in a wound.
She gasped in horror before gagging on the stench of sweet rot and stagnant blood in the air, peering around the room with wide eyes.
The room was filled with bodies, living and dead, human and animal, and within most of them were spirits, some stuffed a dozen to a body.
Hanging above this carnival of horrors was an enormous wolf, hanging from four red sticky tendrils connected to the ceiling.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" It was then Astrid noticed Slipskin standing a few feet away from her, smiling up at the animal. "A child of Fenrir itself, you wouldn't believe how hard it was to find one-" as he spoke, a hundred flickering visions played out before her eyes.
A wolf appeared right above Slipskin's head, her Fylgja's teeth flashed as it fell, aiming to bite open his head in an instant.
Instead he sidestepped, his body already moving even before the Fylgja appeared and backhanded the wolf across the workshop where it smashed into an empty cage.
"Good, good, already using what I've given you to great effect I see, keep that up."
She wriggled onto her side, looking him in the eye. "What do you do to me?"
Slipskin smiled, "I think you already know the answer to that." He pointed upward at the wolf hanging from the ceiling, "It's not the only thing I did with it of course but you, you got that fellow's Frenzy."
He smiled, "And I think we're going to do so many amazing things together."
Behold, my backup character.
"Kill it." The voice whispered in her mind, "Grab its neck from behind and twist, it would be so easy."
Astrid wasn't sure if the voice was a spirit or just her own Frenzy drowned mind but either way she didn't dignify the words with a response as she followed the child in front of her to the half finished safe house.
When word had spread of an army of the dead Astrid had tried to volunteer for the defense before, in a show of total disregard for all logic, the Heisir had shut her down, she wasn't some child, she was eight! Even worse he'd continued to stonewall her even when news of the Draugr's weakness had spread.
Her statement that she could even fight with her Fylgja had gotten her sent here with the children.
Even worse? Uncle Kare had approved, he'd even helped shuffle her off.
And now? She was in a room with a dozen other people, all moving around and talking and driving her Frenzy into… well a Frenzy.
As the impulses grew she sat down in a corner of the room and pulled the wooden amulet her uncle had made for her before biting down on her thumb, drawing blood and smearing it across the runes.
With that the runes on her amulet began to glow with crimson light and she drifted off into sleep.
Astrid remembered when the monster came to her father's farm, when the family thrall, Tristan, an Englishmen father had taken personally came running through the door.
"Master." he said "A… a man named Slipskin is here to see you." Fear drenched his words and its scent had filled the room by the time he'd finished speaking.
Father stood up from his breakfast and smiled, teeth flashing. "Good, now go change your pants and bring me to him." He looked her, "And you, follow me, I have business to do." There was no arguing with that tone and so she followed him to the edge of her father's land.
She wondered on the way what kind of person this Slipskin man might be, her second clue came as Tristan rounded surmounted one final hill and froze, his face paling as he made an odd motion with his hands he'd told her was the sign of the cross, invoking his strange god for protection.
Curiosity overwhelmed her as she sprinted up the hill and as she reached the top she beheld the figure that had so terrified Tristan.
The man was tall, taller than even Father he wore nothing except pair of plain pants, atop his head here the great antlers of an elk, he wore a serpent for a tongue and had a long wispy beard.
Then her father came up the hill and the man's appearance shifted, the antlers and the snake tongue fell from his body onto the ground, as he grew an extra pair of arms which ended in the paws of a bear.
Father turned to Tristan and spoke, low and sharp, "Go, and speak of this to absolutely no one if you value your life." With that he began to walk down the hill, pulling her with him.
As they walked down the hill his form continued to flow and change, growing bulky and more armored all the while, scales and dense fur crowding out his bare skin.
He loomed over father, before glancing down at her with an appraising eye, "I see you've agreed to my offer."
Father growled, "Let's just get this over with, I have your payment, and you swore that you'd give me-" Slipskin interrupted him, "Yes yes, I'll make you a Berserk, the strongest you could possibly be." He turned to her, an almost warm smile spreading across his face. "And in return-" he placed his hand on her cheek, and Astrid descended into shadow.
She awoke paralyzed below the waist and wrapped in vines, starring at the ceiling above her head, its leathery surface wriggling as two crimson eyes stared back at her, worse, she could see the spirits in the walls, feeding on the room's misery like maggots wriggling around in a wound.
She gasped in horror before gagging on the stench of sweet rot and stagnant blood in the air, peering around the room with wide eyes.
The room was filled with bodies, living and dead, human and animal, and within most of them were spirits, some stuffed a dozen to a body.
Hanging above this carnival of horrors was an enormous wolf, hanging from four red sticky tendrils connected to the ceiling.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" It was then Astrid noticed Slipskin standing a few feet away from her, smiling up at the animal. "A child of Fenrir itself, you wouldn't believe how hard it was to find one-" as he spoke, a hundred flickering visions played out before her eyes.
A wolf appeared right above Slipskin's head, her Fylgja's teeth flashed as it fell, aiming to bite open his head in an instant.
Instead he sidestepped, his body already moving even before the Fylgja appeared and backhanded the wolf across the workshop where it smashed into an empty cage.
"Good, good, already using what I've given you to great effect I see, keep that up."
She wriggled onto her side, looking him in the eye. "What do you do to me?"
Slipskin smiled, "I think you already know the answer to that." He pointed upward at the wolf hanging from the ceiling, "It's not the only thing I did with it of course but you, you got that fellow's Frenzy."
He smiled, "And I think we're going to do so many amazing things together."
Behold, my backup character.
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- Space between realms
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- He
Valo expresses that feels unworthy of the shield gifted to him by Hulfr. Valo promises that in the coming year, he will return to Hulfr a gift worthy of the shield.
Also, @DeadmanwalkingXI I would like to see what the Shapecrafter is willing to trade for the Void eagle organ. I intend to let him either, study and implant it into me, or use it as payment for a shapecraft commensurate to it.
Also, @DeadmanwalkingXI I would like to see what the Shapecrafter is willing to trade for the Void eagle organ. I intend to let him either, study and implant it into me, or use it as payment for a shapecraft commensurate to it.