I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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NorseQuest: Collective Edition (Group-Based Xianxia Settlement-Builder)
- Thread starter I.F. Ister
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- Original
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Anja arrives to the party early bottle of maize brew in hand, gets chased around and mobbed by children for a solid hour. then takes a place at one of the tables. when the few drengr arrive that she's familiar with, Ragnarr, Sigmund and Harald and Kare are the ones that come to mind, she'll call them over to the table and offer to share a drink.
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Ragnarr shows up at the party with his wife Hekla and a bottle of maize-liquor. He dances with his wife, shares his liquor freely, and he and Hekla both tell funny anecdotes about their lives before coming to Gotland.
He'll happily go sit with Anja for at least a bit, introduce her to his wife, and so on, but he also talks with other people. He's clearly in his element just being around people.
He'll happily go sit with Anja for at least a bit, introduce her to his wife, and so on, but he also talks with other people. He's clearly in his element just being around people.
Assuming it's not too late to join, Ivor will appear with his maize alcohol and a pot of soup and will help coordinate the food.
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Anja compliments Hekla on her beauty and clearly excellent taste in husbands. she laughs at the stories but is clearly uncomfortable around the "adults" of the village but eventually settles once she starts talking. she'll also say hello to Ivor and share a drink with him too.
- Location
- Many Places
Kare will join alongside his adopted daughter, lavishing the hosts and the finders of this new alcohol with praise before wandering around and showing off little tricks of lightning to everyone around him.
He also starts the party talking a lot about the Void Eagle but he's repeated this story a hundred times and he realizes it, shutting up about it about a third of the way through the night and instead inviting people to discuss their own glory.
As he wanders he also mentions his plan for the Horn Hunters Alliance to anybody who seems interested.
He also avoids Grid if possible.
He also starts the party talking a lot about the Void Eagle but he's repeated this story a hundred times and he realizes it, shutting up about it about a third of the way through the night and instead inviting people to discuss their own glory.
As he wanders he also mentions his plan for the Horn Hunters Alliance to anybody who seems interested.
He also avoids Grid if possible.
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Are there frog-chickens at the party?
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We only have eggs so far, so no.
Who has egg?
Zedalb
I just started a Patreon!
- Location
- Washington
Hulfr Hardwood is not a person that likes parties, but not going to a party gets people walking into your workshop asking why you didn't come to the party, which is somehow worse. He finds it to be a kind of societal black mail.
So as he sits he is using his Wood Kunna to improve chair, changing the nails for joinery and eventually having to awkwardly pocket the nails as they fall to the ground. He places his hand upon a table and slowly adjusts it smoothing it out, fixing up the joints and looks around for more wood working he can do.
He tries and fails to keep his eyes off of the various women his age, especially the singular ones. He isn't as subtle as he thinks he is but hormones are a hell of a drug. He secretly both hopes and fears one of them come and start a conversation with him though his ability to talk about anything not wood working related is... limited.
After a moment of working on the table, he takes a small chunk of wood out of his pocket slowly shaping it into a perfect follow sphere so that he may give it to one of the children there as a ball to play with. That will be sufficently social that he can leave without people forgetting that he did give in to the societal black mail and thus will let him work in peace tommorow. Hopefully.
So as he sits he is using his Wood Kunna to improve chair, changing the nails for joinery and eventually having to awkwardly pocket the nails as they fall to the ground. He places his hand upon a table and slowly adjusts it smoothing it out, fixing up the joints and looks around for more wood working he can do.
He tries and fails to keep his eyes off of the various women his age, especially the singular ones. He isn't as subtle as he thinks he is but hormones are a hell of a drug. He secretly both hopes and fears one of them come and start a conversation with him though his ability to talk about anything not wood working related is... limited.
After a moment of working on the table, he takes a small chunk of wood out of his pocket slowly shaping it into a perfect follow sphere so that he may give it to one of the children there as a ball to play with. That will be sufficently social that he can leave without people forgetting that he did give in to the societal black mail and thus will let him work in peace tommorow. Hopefully.
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They're in the village stockpile at the moment, but we'll probably let anyone who wants some have them starting at the beginning of next season. Starting with people with Hill properties since they're good for livestock. Gunnar's place and Rikard's place definitely get them. You can have a set no problem, Ragnarr might take one because his retainer Alyssa has Animal Handling...
We have 11 clusters, so a lot of people will get them.
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I see...
This is all semi-in-character of course.
Gefjosa arrives at the party, finds Harald, gives him some weird chunk of coral, then goes to find the people in charge of the eggs or just the members of the expedition that brought them back. Unless redirected, she spends the whole party talking about eggs.
- Location
- Hell
I like to think that Ivor ended up in a completely different village despite the danger and distance involved before showing up here
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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"How are you doing that?" A young voice comes from your blind spot. Twisting about on the spot as instincts born from a year in the booming-wilds scream, a slight sense of relief leaves as quickly as it came--replaced by a sense of sneaking dread.
Bo Eriksson stands there, his stature larger than average for a five-year-old. Both in height and swagger, Bo clearly has a heroic future laid out for him. Still, though, for now he's only five.
"How are you doing that thing?" He repeats himself, this time pointing at the half-formed ball in your hand. "Mama says that nails are expessive, so you should give them back to the Yal."
Aabcehmu
Confusion as a Natural State of Being
- Location
- Chicago, IL
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Agmundr will attend the celebration, mostly to chat with Moli in between his recitations (both to test his own ability to understand the skald, and to test Moli's ability to spin poetry on the spot), but occasionally hanging around the other Jarnblods, mentioning that he's intending to build a smeltery and begin self-training in the art of smithing over the winter. He'll also seek out Grid Frostdottir and ask if she might like to try a dance with him, once the music begins.
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Ragnarr is very pleased to hear about Agmundr's ambitions and offers any help he can reasonably offer, though his own winter is likely to be spent in the Quest For Stone.
Zedalb
I just started a Patreon!
- Location
- Washington
"I'm not using nails, I'm using a Wood Kunna, though I did pick up some nails off the ground earlier and I plan to return them just didn't want someone to step on one."
He comfortably omits that the reason those nails were on the ground was that he improved the chair until they fell out.
"You can have it, wood is thick enough to withstand some punishment but the whole thing is hollow so you can throw or kick it pretty well, I know games and little things haven't been high on the priority for building for a long time, but kids deserve to have some fun."
He hands the wooden sphere over. It's a dark wood so smooth that it looks polished underneath the light. It was good practice for his Kunna making something as smooth as possible and perfectly spherical, he ponders making a few more for the village.
Shard
One and Many
- Location
- Malaysia
Moli listened enraptured.
"Our foe-men made us friends of the hoe-men? Alcohol-gifts makes good hall-friends!" Moli cheers, summons a cup of hard-glass and takes a gulp of brewed maize.
What? They might not have glass kilns yet now, but Kunnas made up for many deficits! This was a taste of the luxuries they had at Gotland! The party at least would have to the night, today at least, priceless works of glassware.
"Meet my life, wry wife mine, Ljufa." a tipsy Moli introduced, Ljufa beaming beside him.
Ljufa was as if a beautiful piece of pottery had shattered, then was put back together in the Kintsugi style. Perhaps it was only appropriate for someone named Moli.
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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Bo nods at your words, taking them for the truth they are, "Mama says that I should always keep an eye out for the fees, but I dunno what a fee is. Mama says that they steal things, though, so you aren't one. Papa says that sometimes the fees are good, like when one stole Mama's heart. Mama bapped his shoulder for that, but she was smiling so I think she was happy, but Papa says that I should only hit people when they deserve it, so I guess Papa deserved it? I don't unnerget it."
A bead of sweat starts trickling down your brow as the child simply will not stop talking at you. Thinking quickly, you remember the ball in hand. Aha, this torture must be an attempt at getting the ball from you! Once he's got the ball, he'll leave you alone and the puzzle will be solved.
Proud of yourself for seeing through the social shroud, you give yourself a mental pat on the back as you hand the ball over. Socializing really isn't that hard! It's all about giving and ta- He's not leaving.
Why isn't he leaving? You did it right, you gave him the ball!
Bo just stares at the ball, his reflection distorted into humorous proportions by the kunna-polished surface. "This is a lot better than the skulls we've been kicking around. Probly not gonna break so fast, either." He scratches at his head as he gives the ball an experimental toss from hand to hand, "Geirfinnr'll be dummystuck when I show up with this! Bastat won't know what hit him!" Bo freezes, as if worried he'd summoned something terrible into existence as he looks over his shoulder, "Mama says I'm not s'possed to say that 'bout people, but Geirfinnr's just so mean! He gets all bossy, tellin' the other boys what to do and what games to play, but I dunt wanna play tag'r anythin' with him!"
The bead of sweat greets its extended kin as the child just will not. Stop. Talking. Besides, this is the sort of thing that can get someone in actual serious trouble! Just a few years ago, one of the village boys from your hometown killed another over a ball game! He went to his house, grabbed his dad's axe, and put it through the other boy's teeth!
Should... Should you maybe do something? But what?
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Aabcehmu
Confusion as a Natural State of Being
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- Chicago, IL
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Agmundr is unable to fully repress his immediate fearful reaction, briefly flashing back to some similar imagery he saw in Slipskin's laboratory before he and his friends fell victim to the outlaw, but is able to master himself and school his expression. He'll ask how they met, likely prompting a storytelling, as well as whether Moli and Ljufa might like any iron items from him once he's good enough at smithing?
"It won't be a long while yet, I expect, but once I'm capable of making anything worth a damn, sparing some bones for ash would be appreciated."
Zedalb
I just started a Patreon!
- Location
- Washington
Hulfr Hardwood first of his name warrior of the Norse people is considering death, which may seem dramatic to get out a conversation but to be fair they do tend to come back from that, most of the time at least.
He always knew his fated day would be social.
So he can't take the risk of biting his tongue off.
Wait, don't women like men good with kids, does talking to the child make him more attractive?
That.... might be worth considering....
No it can't be that simple, but work is always he got out of conversations, sadly he isn't in his workshop. He knew that leaving his workshop was always a bad idea. The den of wood working should not be left empty.
What if?
What if he reversed it. Give the child a task, a task that is not near him.
This is an epiphany in social interaction for Huldr and he wonders if this is how he gets a people Kunna, he is good at people now and no longer needs to work on it..... right?
"You may tell him that a man should be more concerned with his own abilities than with others. However, it is not my place to get involved in others disputes, even children. However there is a way you could aid the village and perhaps earn yourself a tiny bit of Ordstirr. Will you go and find the other children here, ask what toys of wood they would like, and once you have asked them all in the next day or two bring me a list and I shall craft them if I have time."
There a mission, to leave that helps the village, duty compels everyone to allow me to work in peace. Please.
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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Bo blinks, "You want me to get a liss from the chillerden? Okay. Geirfinnr I will skip, though, hessa meanie. And stupid. Says that nana juice exist when it doesn't. Nanas are dry inside, how can you get juice from dry things?"
Bo then wanders off, leaving you in peace and quie- Oh by the Gods.
He's back.
"So, Mama says that I should intro-, intra-, say my name to others when I meet them, so, my name is Bo Eriksson, what's yours?"
Zedalb
I just started a Patreon!
- Location
- Washington
"I am Hulfr hardwood and you should get a list from as many children as possible, we don't want to have to do it twice, it's always better to do it right the first time. It's good to meet you though Bo Eriksson."
Truly the gods hate Hulfr, his desires are simple, a warm workshop, a steady supple of wood, and actually some nana juice does sound good right now....
Shard
One and Many
- Location
- Malaysia
Moli had actually been thinking of their story in skaldry! So he replied beaming,
"Raven's venture rallied,
Ray, moonlight at darknoon.
Hungry hunter hunted,
Haste-wasted pasted lungs-
Life for lie-shield I gave,
Light remind she returns.
Saw cawing wings sated,
Sun-kissed dawn we met-wed."
Ljufa said, warmed (she either didn't notice Agmundr's fear, or was used to it by now), "Iron tools would be very good to have. Iron arms, even better. So many dreams of war we get these days."