I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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That sounds right, yeah
NorseQuest: Collective Edition (Group-Based Xianxia Settlement-Builder)
- Thread starter I.F. Ister
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- Original
- Location
- The United States
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- He/They
@mythfan12 , I believed you indicated Njall was monitoring the above conversation.
There may be information relevant to your interests.
Anyway, after Gefjosa asks her question is when Harald walks up and says
"Gefjoza, I'm so glad I found you, I've been thinking about the directional moisturization problem and I realized that with a mill and some flax sponges we could..."
"Oh, you two know each other.
Neat!"
Harald snores softly, surrounded by moving dirt in the shape of regular sized frogs that occasionally squeeze out massive eggs.
He wakes with a start, and remembers what he was doing, standing up.
*Where did Gefjoza go?*
He started to walk off, before noticing that someone had left dirt all over the floor. Picking it up with his Kunna and storing it at the bags at his side, Harald slowly walks off, shaking his head at the impropriety of all these drunks.
*OK. Find Gefjoza. She's wearing that ridiculous outfit she thinks hides her figure, she should be easy to find. Retrace her ste....Gefji!!*
Harald sees her on the other side of the room, and goes cross-eyed for a moment trying to path out a clear way to her. After only a minute of firm concentration, he nails it, walking over to her smoothly, almost completely hiding his stumbling by controlling the soil tucked into his shoes.
"Gefjoza, I'm so glad I found you, I've been thinking about the directional moisturization problem and I realized that with a mill and some flax sponges we could..."
At that point, Harald's peripherals slowly filtered information to him about things besides Gefjoza and obstacles to reach her, and he. noticed who was sitting next to Gefjoza.
His words froze in his throat as his thoughts and words sharply diverged.
He looks slowly between Gefjoza(@CoatRackRanger ) and Anja(@theknightofiron )
*Lady Freya, I have sacrificed to you in two lands across five years, should this have instilled in you any regard for me I ask that you are merciful in your judgements for any crimes against woman kind that I've committed. *
"Oh, you two know each other.
Neat!"
He wakes with a start, and remembers what he was doing, standing up.
*Where did Gefjoza go?*
He started to walk off, before noticing that someone had left dirt all over the floor. Picking it up with his Kunna and storing it at the bags at his side, Harald slowly walks off, shaking his head at the impropriety of all these drunks.
*OK. Find Gefjoza. She's wearing that ridiculous outfit she thinks hides her figure, she should be easy to find. Retrace her ste....Gefji!!*
Harald sees her on the other side of the room, and goes cross-eyed for a moment trying to path out a clear way to her. After only a minute of firm concentration, he nails it, walking over to her smoothly, almost completely hiding his stumbling by controlling the soil tucked into his shoes.
"Gefjoza, I'm so glad I found you, I've been thinking about the directional moisturization problem and I realized that with a mill and some flax sponges we could..."
At that point, Harald's peripherals slowly filtered information to him about things besides Gefjoza and obstacles to reach her, and he. noticed who was sitting next to Gefjoza.
His words froze in his throat as his thoughts and words sharply diverged.
He looks slowly between Gefjoza(@CoatRackRanger ) and Anja(@theknightofiron )
*Lady Freya, I have sacrificed to you in two lands across five years, should this have instilled in you any regard for me I ask that you are merciful in your judgements for any crimes against woman kind that I've committed. *
"Oh, you two know each other.
Neat!"
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- Space between realms
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- He
I'm so sorry. I thought it had ended. My bad
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
The catch for me was that I was very specific about how my guy did it, and he may have fucked it up a bit, so the crop probably underperformed. He basically tried to grow the stuff as if it was any other grain. Wanted to check if he did good enough.
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No worries. You were the fifth person to make that mistake, I think. It's just...that's starting to be a lot of people.
Turns out we almost all messed up. The actual secret is to grow it with other plants, which I think only Harald figured out. We'll do better next time.
Well, in reality, we'll have maize next time in a lot of cases, and specific instructions on how to grow it...
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- Location
- Hell
Erik frowns.
"Right, well Ragnarr this seems to be a right damper of what had been an otherwise joyous party. While there did seem to be a fight, it seemed to arise from the fact that Geirfinnr demanded the ball from my son and when he refused, he attempted to take it from him. The strike arose from Bo defending himself from the attempted theft, something everyone should be allowed to do. So while I can recognize the Nid from the strike, it seems to be a bit off to try and compensate thievery eh?"
- Location
- Goose Land
Bjarneson's honestly just glad that he got his fields set up properly, and that he put himself on Town Guard Duty for the Party so people wouldn't need to worry about that.
Who knew that being responsible for kids would lead to such a mess!
Who knew that being responsible for kids would lead to such a mess!
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"I don't think the intent was permanent thievery. But either way the only way to wash away the nid, which you acknowledge, is a fine or blood. I would rather it not be blood."
OOC: @Sivantic The only way to wash away the nid from a shaming strike is a fine or violence. I don't have a choice but to do one of those, and Erik would know that. Like...I'm not asking for compensation because I want to but because it's that, violence, or nid.
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(@CoatRackRanger)
Anja can see Harald isn't exactly doing so hot. she half stands, grabs his shoulder and guides him into a seat opposite Gefjosa. "Harald, breath in, hold... release." She seems to be looking around trying to catch the eye of someone more responsible. "alright come on, you two need some fresh air." a huge hand wraps each of you as she gently but firmly pulls you outside.
- Location
- United States
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- They/Them
Njal's focus sharpens at seeing Harald stumble his way over to Gefjosa, but makes no overt moves at this moment.
- Location
- The United States
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Harald follows, talking at Gefjosa about frogs bedding needs, he's in favor of muck over straw.
Harald feels like there's something important that he's forgotten, but he's talking about Farming and talking to Gefjosa, so he can't have forgotten anything important.
Hormonal Woodworking (Abensur)
- Location
- New Jersey
Hormonal Woodworking
Hulfr made good wood, which was an observation Akali had acknowledged when shield had met bone in the field as he and others defended from the siege of skeletons only a few months prior. However as he used a sharpened bone knife to dig into it and carve its surface into shape, he couldn't help but once more commend the man for his ability to provide good materials.
Wood wasn't something Akali had a deep relationship with all things told. There were forests dotted along his mountain home but it was very often used for craft or lumber as to not rely on the flatlands. None for frolicking in or playing games, they remained in the caves for that, the lack of light providing an edge to the game he and others found enjoyable.
His second observation while working was how he was starting to understand his fathers single mindedness in his craft. Wood was not flesh, writhing and pulsating as it were, but in the act of carving and cutting away at it he reaches a similar conclusion that he assumes his father felt himself.
That of affecting something in its present, changing the form it would be in as each moment passed by, molding that which lays in your hands to your whims.
It was a unique feeling unlike singing of times long past or training for battles yet fought, but it held a type of enjoyment no lesser than them as he allowed his imagination to find its place in the bark.
First the forms of fellow warriors took shape, dutiful Harald adze mid swing, towering Njal stomping forward fiercely, insightful Rikard two eyes denoting his special sight carved above his original ones, late and dependable Torgarr standing proud amongst the shifting earth and Smiling even in his last moments.
For the clan of earth manipulators he carves an extra two of the last man, the original will have a spot in front of his rune stone, with the last two gifted to the remaining members of the family.
Next came the frontrunners of their Norse village; Bjorn Drakeslayer in his cloak skulking through foliage, windswept Kare Sky-Dancer bow drawn against his late eternal foe its body injured in full, Bjorn Bjarnesson bones protruding ready for battle, Gunnar Toad Slayer seated atop a mound of storm toads, ax in hand.
On and on it went from the strongest of warriors- Sigmund one handed pulling sword from earth- to the smallest of courageous hearts -a young lad no older than five or six looking up at an unknown foe with knife in hand- each man of the village as well as even some married warrior wives who'd defended in the siege were included.
It was as he began on the unmarried that his fingers betrayed him.
Gefjosa, demure yet dutiful and always caring for her fields like a mother caring for her young. Plump and strong in all the right places, her smile captured in a moment outside of her classical stoic or depressed expression.
As he began to carve he noticed himself becoming more self conscious of the work, more intricate with sloth details not needed or maybe not considered in the male figures.
Grid, ever prideful and strong, first to step forward for what she desires or to bring her Kunna to bear against her foes. Beautiful as the Einherjar and just as fierce he created what he thought was a passable detailing of her icy wings midflight.
His movements became gentler, making sure not to render the faces and contours of their bodies as edged as the men's but still letting their virtues show as best he could.
Anja, big as Ymir yet mystifying as she was tall and twice as kind; for all her silence she carried a presence that could not be ignored and as he made her likeness wielding a tree as big as her he couldn't help but imagine the feeling of her looking down on him with some enjoyment.
The words that encapsulated what he was feeling would not leave his mouth or perhaps were so incomprehensible he couldn't understand them himself, so he focused every bit of energy into his concentration on the slow whitling of wood.
Liv, lithe and resourceful, carrying with her a confidence in herself that he admired while also being able to wield ax in hand like any norse woman should, her every action filled with grace that cools the heat of a hard day's work.
Each day was spent in this torment, where the male figures took days the rest took upon them weeks of time from his dedication, yet even as he finished and laid down the last of the carved figures; that each drew his eye more and more he found himself with an odd mix of satisfaction and embarrassment.
He hoped to the gods no one was paying him any mind.
OOC: Disclaimer: I accept no responsibility for Akali being down bad or how this affects future character interaction
Hulfr made good wood, which was an observation Akali had acknowledged when shield had met bone in the field as he and others defended from the siege of skeletons only a few months prior. However as he used a sharpened bone knife to dig into it and carve its surface into shape, he couldn't help but once more commend the man for his ability to provide good materials.
Wood wasn't something Akali had a deep relationship with all things told. There were forests dotted along his mountain home but it was very often used for craft or lumber as to not rely on the flatlands. None for frolicking in or playing games, they remained in the caves for that, the lack of light providing an edge to the game he and others found enjoyable.
His second observation while working was how he was starting to understand his fathers single mindedness in his craft. Wood was not flesh, writhing and pulsating as it were, but in the act of carving and cutting away at it he reaches a similar conclusion that he assumes his father felt himself.
That of affecting something in its present, changing the form it would be in as each moment passed by, molding that which lays in your hands to your whims.
It was a unique feeling unlike singing of times long past or training for battles yet fought, but it held a type of enjoyment no lesser than them as he allowed his imagination to find its place in the bark.
First the forms of fellow warriors took shape, dutiful Harald adze mid swing, towering Njal stomping forward fiercely, insightful Rikard two eyes denoting his special sight carved above his original ones, late and dependable Torgarr standing proud amongst the shifting earth and Smiling even in his last moments.
For the clan of earth manipulators he carves an extra two of the last man, the original will have a spot in front of his rune stone, with the last two gifted to the remaining members of the family.
Next came the frontrunners of their Norse village; Bjorn Drakeslayer in his cloak skulking through foliage, windswept Kare Sky-Dancer bow drawn against his late eternal foe its body injured in full, Bjorn Bjarnesson bones protruding ready for battle, Gunnar Toad Slayer seated atop a mound of storm toads, ax in hand.
On and on it went from the strongest of warriors- Sigmund one handed pulling sword from earth- to the smallest of courageous hearts -a young lad no older than five or six looking up at an unknown foe with knife in hand- each man of the village as well as even some married warrior wives who'd defended in the siege were included.
It was as he began on the unmarried that his fingers betrayed him.
Gefjosa, demure yet dutiful and always caring for her fields like a mother caring for her young. Plump and strong in all the right places, her smile captured in a moment outside of her classical stoic or depressed expression.
As he began to carve he noticed himself becoming more self conscious of the work, more intricate with sloth details not needed or maybe not considered in the male figures.
Grid, ever prideful and strong, first to step forward for what she desires or to bring her Kunna to bear against her foes. Beautiful as the Einherjar and just as fierce he created what he thought was a passable detailing of her icy wings midflight.
His movements became gentler, making sure not to render the faces and contours of their bodies as edged as the men's but still letting their virtues show as best he could.
Anja, big as Ymir yet mystifying as she was tall and twice as kind; for all her silence she carried a presence that could not be ignored and as he made her likeness wielding a tree as big as her he couldn't help but imagine the feeling of her looking down on him with some enjoyment.
The words that encapsulated what he was feeling would not leave his mouth or perhaps were so incomprehensible he couldn't understand them himself, so he focused every bit of energy into his concentration on the slow whitling of wood.
Liv, lithe and resourceful, carrying with her a confidence in herself that he admired while also being able to wield ax in hand like any norse woman should, her every action filled with grace that cools the heat of a hard day's work.
Each day was spent in this torment, where the male figures took days the rest took upon them weeks of time from his dedication, yet even as he finished and laid down the last of the carved figures; that each drew his eye more and more he found himself with an odd mix of satisfaction and embarrassment.
He hoped to the gods no one was paying him any mind.
OOC: Disclaimer: I accept no responsibility for Akali being down bad or how this affects future character interaction
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- he/him
Anja pulls them both outside and then when the stream of words about frogs doesn't end dunks Harald in the wash trough.
"now sit there, breathe and think about what you want to say to her, not what is easy or comes first to mind, what you really want to tell her." Anja pulls Gefjosa over to the other side of the path and is telling her much the same thing, but without the dunk in the trough first.
@theknightofiron ; @OneArmedYeti
"Oh! Hi Harald! I was looking for you but I found Anja instead!" Gefjosa grabs a drink off a nearby table with uncharacteristic dexterity as Anja buffalos the pair outside. "I was trying to get to know her but she only wants to talk about you! She doesn't want to talk about any other boys and I can't talk to you about boys because... because..." She giggles. "You know why. Maybe she wants to talk about frogs 'nstead. Anja, do you think frogs should be moist or dry in bed?"
Edit: "Oops!" Gefjosa exclaims and she's pulled away.
"Oh! Hi Harald! I was looking for you but I found Anja instead!" Gefjosa grabs a drink off a nearby table with uncharacteristic dexterity as Anja buffalos the pair outside. "I was trying to get to know her but she only wants to talk about you! She doesn't want to talk about any other boys and I can't talk to you about boys because... because..." She giggles. "You know why. Maybe she wants to talk about frogs 'nstead. Anja, do you think frogs should be moist or dry in bed?"
Edit: "Oops!" Gefjosa exclaims and she's pulled away.
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Anja goes a little red. "i've got my eye on a boy but he's not at the party. We met after the whole dragr thing, he was kind to me. not many boys are kind to me." She shakes her head. "breathe, clear your head. think of what it is you want to say to Harald."
Gefjosa sniffs once, twice, and then begins to ugly cry loud enough to be heard inside the house.
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Anja pales and scoops up Gefjosa bodily, pressing her face against her shoulder and patting her back "hey, hey, its alright. shhh, its ok"
End of Summer, Turn 2
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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- He/They
Alright, since, I guess people are posting their leveling plans, I guess I'll just go ahead and close the season now.
Ongoing majors will be completed during upgrade period. The party shall continue concurrently. The entirety of tomorrow is dedicated towards upgrades and partying.
Ongoing majors will be completed during upgrade period. The party shall continue concurrently. The entirety of tomorrow is dedicated towards upgrades and partying.
- Location
- The United States
- Pronouns
- He/They
Soil rises from the ground and surrounds Haralds head to dry it for a moment before he coughs and hacks and it falls back to the ground leaving him dry but dustier than he normally is after doing that trick.
Soil rises again, this time from the bag around Harald's neck, as it returns to Gefjosa's cheeks to wipe her tears away like it did that afternoon in the field.
"Ats easy. Don't have to think for that one, did all the thinking earlier. Already told her. Maybe not all of it, but all the parts I regret not telling..."
Harald trails off, listlessly (Gefjosa and maybe Ragnar if paying attention with Emotion Tricks pick up a spike of Sorrow from him, before it seems to fall as he smiles back at Gefjosa's face)
"Already told her all the important parts. All the parts I promised my mom I'd never leave unsaid...(another small sorrow spike, over faster).
You should have seen her face when we were talking.
It's been the only beautiful thing I've seen this whole year.
Like one of those cows with the... you know...fluffy bits on their face."
Harald almost goes on to talk about an entirely different attribute of fluffy cows, then suddenly remembers what he forgot and shuts up.
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@DeadmanwalkingXI
Should have 28 Ordstirr so 9 PT and 1 Ordstirr leftover, I'm not counting prestige yet since I'm not sure how much I'll get this season.
3 PT for Ice Kunna 3
2 PT for Emotion Kunna 2
2 PT for Momentum Kunna 2
1 PT for Shield Kunna 1
1 PT for Wind Kunna
Should have 28 Ordstirr so 9 PT and 1 Ordstirr leftover, I'm not counting prestige yet since I'm not sure how much I'll get this season.
3 PT for Ice Kunna 3
2 PT for Emotion Kunna 2
2 PT for Momentum Kunna 2
1 PT for Shield Kunna 1
1 PT for Wind Kunna
If we are doing level ups now I'll put all but one of my points into fighting to get it up to three. Also my passive action looking for animals didn't go through. Did I do something wrong? Should it be a major action?
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- United States
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Njal rushes outside the house having heard his niece crying. He relaxes somewhat on seeing Anja comforting her but is still rather livid.
"What. Happened." He says, each word promising vengeance if a satisfactory answer is not found.
Aabcehmu
Confusion as a Natural State of Being
- Location
- Chicago, IL
- Pronouns
- Any/All
Reposting:
@DeadmanwalkingXI
Agmundr end-of-summer spending:
Converting 21 ordstirr to 7 PTs, +1 from the helper bonus for a total of 8 PTs.
Spend 3 PTs to rank up Hand Kunna to 3
Spend 3 PTs to rank up Fylgja to 3
Spend 1 PT to rank up Glima to 1
Spend 1 PT to become Literate
@DeadmanwalkingXI
Agmundr end-of-summer spending:
Converting 21 ordstirr to 7 PTs, +1 from the helper bonus for a total of 8 PTs.
Spend 3 PTs to rank up Hand Kunna to 3
Spend 3 PTs to rank up Fylgja to 3
Spend 1 PT to rank up Glima to 1
Spend 1 PT to become Literate
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"Too much drinking and too much emotions Njal." Anja's continuing to rub Gefjosa's back. "You and Ragnar need to have a conversation about these two, seems their hearts are set on each other. Best to get it sorted the right way yeah?" Her voice is a soothing rumble, pitched low and calm
@DeadmanwalkingXI
Current: Plow Kunna 1, Farming 1, Fylgja (Villagefeeder Ox) 2, Sorrow Kunna 1, (Unspent 0/7, Ordstirr 28)
Convert: 27 Ordstirr into 9 PT; 1 Ordstirr remains.
Spend:
Farming 1 -> Farming 2 (2 PT; 7 remaining)
Glima 0 - Glima 2 (3 PT; 4 remaining)
Plow Kunna 1 -> Plow Kunna 2 (2 PT; 2 remaining)
Sorrow Kunna 1 -> Sorrow Kunna 2 (2 PT; 0 PT remaining)
New:
Farming 2, Glima 2, Plow Kunna 2, Fylgja (Villagefeeder Ox) 2, Sorrow Kunna 2 (Unspent 0/16, Ordstirr 1)
Current: Plow Kunna 1, Farming 1, Fylgja (Villagefeeder Ox) 2, Sorrow Kunna 1, (Unspent 0/7, Ordstirr 28)
Convert: 27 Ordstirr into 9 PT; 1 Ordstirr remains.
Spend:
Farming 1 -> Farming 2 (2 PT; 7 remaining)
Glima 0 - Glima 2 (3 PT; 4 remaining)
Plow Kunna 1 -> Plow Kunna 2 (2 PT; 2 remaining)
Sorrow Kunna 1 -> Sorrow Kunna 2 (2 PT; 0 PT remaining)
New:
Farming 2, Glima 2, Plow Kunna 2, Fylgja (Villagefeeder Ox) 2, Sorrow Kunna 2 (Unspent 0/16, Ordstirr 1)
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