discussion with the more Norse-versed members of the Discord has translated our clan name as Farfaxung, which is a fairly standard naming scheme for Norse mythology involving horses. Anyway, that's that done, @DeadmanwalkingXI we have an official Clan Name now.
NorseQuest: Collective Edition (Group-Based Xianxia Settlement-Builder)
- Thread starter I.F. Ister
- Start date
- Original
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
- Pronouns
- He/They
While the Jarl is thankful for your help, he says that it is important that the central building also look good because it will serve as a symbol of his authority and if one wants to manage a bunch of unruly
He does point out that you could construct stone walls around the central house, once it is built.
Do you wish to do that?
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Alright, I'll pull you into a PM once I finish up Rikard's Expedition.
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I'll also pull you two into a PM once Rikard's Expedition is complete.
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Clearing your plot of land takes some time, but it does result in you finding a rather interesting patch of natural bubbling tar.
While you, of course, give a few buckets to the town's supply, it's not like you can just bucket all of it now can you?
(+1 Ordstirr, you now have Tar as a personal resource, one of the materials needed to maintains Ships. It can also be used in construction, improving the prestige gained)
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After clearing the land, you realize that your section of land has a small stream. Not enough to do much, but certainly a good spot to build a mill.
(+Good spot for a mill added as a personal resource)
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You two willing to work on this together?
If so, I'll pull you into a PM once I'm done with Rikard's Expedition.
Hopefully Gudrun (wonder.if I should change her name to differentiate from the Seeress?) survives this season so that she gets an EXP.for surviving. Not sure what PT to spend so guess we'll.find out later...
..big post from.IF,.oof.
..big post from.IF,.oof.
Aabcehmu
Confusion as a Natural State of Being
- Location
- Chicago, IL
- Pronouns
- Any/All
Just earn a kenning that we can call you instead! At the moment I've taken to calling the seeress Ravensight instead.Hopefully Gudrun (wonder.if I should change her name to differentiate from the Seeress?) survives this season so that she gets an EXP.for surviving. Not sure what PT to spend so guess we'll.find out later...
..big post from.IF,.oof.
Nando
they, them
Gladly. Liv will put out the word that help with acquiring the needed stones would be appreciated.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Clan Name added.
Added Ordstirr and Personal Resources.
Not sure what a Keening is. And I call her Seeress.simply too.
it's basically a nickname that gives you superpowers and subtly affects your personality. I got Toad-Terror by being the first to hunt a Storm Toad, for example.
Ryumancer
Dragons Are Romance
A Kenning is basically a nickname with mystical consequences, earned for some noteworthy trait or feat.
Edit: Drat, ninja'd
- Location
- Hell
I was under the impression this would take longer than that. What would be the best way to coordinate since I voted to set up the Main Hall?
Yes, if Shine is not against it, I'll gladly join them.
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
- Pronouns
- He/They
Really, the problem is that you just don't have enough rocks around to build things with.
The Jarl is assuming that a source has been found that he just doesn't know about yet.
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Does Stonelicker count as a source of rocks?
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
- Pronouns
- He/They
Kunna-generated objects are temporary
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Is he capable of doing stuff like pulling stone from beneath the ground to use as building materials in less stone heavy areas, if he devotes the time and effort to it?
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Can kuuna-generated objects be controlled with telekinesis, like if I create ice can I levitate that ice.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Generally, yes.
Soul Mates But For Murder (alexthealright)
- Location
- Many Places
Soul Mates But For Murder
Kare Sky-Dancer fell through the sky with a never ending whoop as he scanned the area below him for civilization, locating a wreak of a ship of a completely unfamiliar style.
He began to drop towards the ship when he saw a Bird, huge and hungry, with the body of an Eagle and a beak shrouded in frost.
He wasn't sure how, he wasn't very good at reading the faces of men, let alone birds but Kare was certain the Bird was hungry, and he knew that it had already spotted him.
With a sigh he drew his bow from when it was firmly secured on his back and pulled back the string as he conjured an arrow of pure lightning, he could have infused the energy into a physical arrow but the shot would be slower than one using nothing but lightning.
As he nocked his crackling arrow he shifted gravity's pull once more and lined up the shot with The Bird's heart as he fell farther and farther away from it, picking up speed as he fell.
Thunder boomed as lightning struck on a clear day, The Bird twisted in the sky as it fruitlessly tried to evade the shining bolt, which caught it in chest.
Kare smiled as he saw the bolt hit home, then frowned as he saw it shake off the impact and continue its pursuit
He prepared to nock a second bolt of lightning when suddenly the Eagle vanished in a puff of icy smoke.
For a brief moment Kare wondered if it had teleported away, beyond his sight, but… "You think, you can fool me that easy?" He yelled.
That seemed like a power far greater than he would have expected of the predator before him, more likely it had simply concealed itself from his sight, he drew back his bowstring and prepared to fire a volley of lightning, that would show the beast's true location and then he could-
A burst of cold air behind him was his only warning before an ice covered beak plunged into the back of his neck, severing his spine and leaving him motionless as he slammed into the Bird's talons, which began to rip into his guts as he hung in the sky.
As The Bird began to fly back towards its mountain lair Kare Sky-Dancer made a promise to himself before the darkness swallowed his mind.
I'm going to kill this Bird.
Feel free to share any thoughts or criticisms of any of my work, I'm trying to improve.
Kare Sky-Dancer fell through the sky with a never ending whoop as he scanned the area below him for civilization, locating a wreak of a ship of a completely unfamiliar style.
He began to drop towards the ship when he saw a Bird, huge and hungry, with the body of an Eagle and a beak shrouded in frost.
He wasn't sure how, he wasn't very good at reading the faces of men, let alone birds but Kare was certain the Bird was hungry, and he knew that it had already spotted him.
With a sigh he drew his bow from when it was firmly secured on his back and pulled back the string as he conjured an arrow of pure lightning, he could have infused the energy into a physical arrow but the shot would be slower than one using nothing but lightning.
As he nocked his crackling arrow he shifted gravity's pull once more and lined up the shot with The Bird's heart as he fell farther and farther away from it, picking up speed as he fell.
Thunder boomed as lightning struck on a clear day, The Bird twisted in the sky as it fruitlessly tried to evade the shining bolt, which caught it in chest.
Kare smiled as he saw the bolt hit home, then frowned as he saw it shake off the impact and continue its pursuit
He prepared to nock a second bolt of lightning when suddenly the Eagle vanished in a puff of icy smoke.
For a brief moment Kare wondered if it had teleported away, beyond his sight, but… "You think, you can fool me that easy?" He yelled.
That seemed like a power far greater than he would have expected of the predator before him, more likely it had simply concealed itself from his sight, he drew back his bowstring and prepared to fire a volley of lightning, that would show the beast's true location and then he could-
A burst of cold air behind him was his only warning before an ice covered beak plunged into the back of his neck, severing his spine and leaving him motionless as he slammed into the Bird's talons, which began to rip into his guts as he hung in the sky.
As The Bird began to fly back towards its mountain lair Kare Sky-Dancer made a promise to himself before the darkness swallowed his mind.
I'm going to kill this Bird.
Feel free to share any thoughts or criticisms of any of my work, I'm trying to improve.
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Amerion Wardson-- Hunting the Gravity Lizard (EclipsedStar)
- Location
- Eastern Seaboard
Eh-- everyone else is doing one, might as well write my own as well; Amerion's perspective of Gunnar's hunt for the Gravity Lizard/Evil Joe
By the time they had arrived back at the settlement-- it was nearly nightfall, darkness coming in from all directions save for ahead of them-- where the settlement was lit alight by occasional fire or cluster of torches. Carefully crossing the trenchworks encircling the settlement-- aiding substantially in that effort by Harald's manipulations of the soil once more, they arrived. At long last, three fewer (among the living) in number and one more in total than they were when they had set out, they had returned. Hardly listening to Harald's proclamation or description of the lizard-- far too put out of it and trying not to think of the grisly sights they'd seen, they only snapped out of their daze enough to help bring the rest of the carcass of the lizard to Hrolfr, the settlement's singular Shapecrafter. Hardly hearing something Harald said about preserving the heart to the Shapecrafter, Amerion practically collapsed into the first shelter from the elements they found.
Amerion Wardson-- Hunting the Gravity Lizard
They'd heard the tales of the Mouth-trees and the Storm-toads. They'd heard of the unfortunate soul that had their blood drained from their body within moments, and they'd heard of the countless dangers beyond the bounds of the settlement-- but by the time Winter had arrived, Amerion was tired of being cooped up in the settlement (they were still thinking up names-- though Amerion liked the sound of one of the names put forwards, it honoured the fall of Hallr and Gotland-- but there hadn't yet been a clear consensus between which name the settlement would be branded with), and so when they heard that a hunting party was being put together to track down and slay the monstrous lizard that had threatened the settlement in the dead of night, they hastily joined without much thought, wanting to see something, anything really than just the settlement and the area around which they had made landfall.
Taking with them naught but a sword, their wits, and that which they wore, they joined the hunting party just as they had begun to set out past the light trenchworks encircling the settlement. Somewhat sheepishly tagging along, their involvement not exactly planned nor asked for, they spent much of the journey through the jungle constantly looking to-and-fro, eyes darting towards the lush greenery and dense foliage. Taking the sights in, mostly just... how different the untamed wilderness looked compared to what they remembered of Gotland. Lost in their thoughts for the most part as they absently followed the rest of the group, mostly due to the (others) being far, far better at tracking than Amerion... and also, also because they had no idea what to expect out in the wilderness. They'd heard the tales, sure-- but they hadn't seen any of the creatures, aside from the carcasses of Storm Toads that had been brought back earlier in the Winter and that once instance where these strange flying birds with very pronounced beaks had attempted (and failed) to swoop down at the settlement's younger children.
Lost in their thoughts as the group steps by entire branches cracked off of trees or bushes and undergrowth either ripped at the seams and jutting to the side or noticeably parted, the first realisation they had, that they were nearing the creature, was Njall suddenly stopping. The second indication, was the noticeable feeling of... something, moments later, almost as though they stepped into this zone, this territory. Almost like a sort of pressure, everything felt ever so slightly heavier, not very much-- but noticeably so. It's around this time, that Amerion knows of the plan that had evidently been discovered prior to them joining the hunting party. Concealed behind the dense foliage and undergrowth, Njall shaped the soil and ground itself alongside the efforts of Liv and the others, to dig a pit in the ground. A pit deep enough, that some part of Amerion felt assured that the creature couldn't possibly avoid getting trapped within, as the plan Gunnar quietly explained to them was. Still, as Amerion watched the last of the pit be dug-- having been unable to help as it grew deeper without risking not being able to get out without disrupting the pit (The dirt/soil from dug up having been condensed and pressed inwards along the sides of the pit, to make the walls hard and vertical, such that there would be no grip nor incline for the creature to escape from their trap, Amerion stepped back.
Watching as the pit was further shaped, some of the extra soil being swept off into tiny minds hidden by the foliage, Amerion couldn't help but think of what else they could've done to prepare as they took the sight in. Sure the plan was to get the creature to fall into the pit, and then bury and suffocate it with Njall's use of soil-- but couldn't they also have brought stakes with them and littered the bottom of the pit with them? Then they'd be assured that the creature would be unable to escape. But... now it was too late for those thoughts, too late for thoughts that if that were the case, they'd be able to etch runes of Bloodletting and Sensory Enhancement into the stakes. A combination, that, if Amerion had the stakes to etch them into-- could ensure that once they drew blood from the lizard-- that its blood would continue to run until it bled out, at the very least-- even if it somehow got away or proved too dangerous to engage when it was trapped within the pit.
Perhaps... perhaps there was something else they could do. Maybe they could draw upon the spirits they'd contracted and contacted, and see if they were amenable to assisting in the creation of a ward of protection over the side of the pit trap they were on-- such that even if the creature leapt over the pit-- it would hit the wall of protection and fall into the pit? But no... Amerion shakes their head in dismay as they remember the fact that not only had they forgotten to bring any of the necessary bindings for such a ward, they'd also forgotten about what happened in the flee from Gotland. They'd forgotten that painful feeling as the Spirits they'd contracted with were forcefully severed-- either by distance, the fall of Gotland, or time-- Amerion doesn't know--but they would have to contact the spirits once more in this new land... something they'd neglected to do during the initial landfall, with the only thought of the time having been 'survive.' Now... now things were different with the cold days of winter ahead and, hopefully, the cold would keep the terrors in the night away just as much they would the Norse. Still... even despite this difference, they hadn't considered the possibility of needing to call upon any of the spirits they'd contracted, up until now... something they wouldn't have the time nor energy to do if the monstrous lizard was just behind the cluster of trees and foliage up ahead.
Doing the only thing they could do at such a time to prepare, and hoping they wouldn't get close enough to the monstrous lizard to have to use it, Amerion drew upon their fire kunna and heated the cold metal edge of their sword. Turning their gaze slightly away from the red-hues colouring the metal, Amerion notices Njall running his hand along his Atgeir, coating it in something Amerion can't quite make out. Before Amerion can do much more than look, or assess what the others are doing, Gunnar, who'd thus been busy thinking-- planning, Amerion isn't quite sure-- turns to the group once more and reiterates the plan, asking for their confirmation and acknowledgement. Nodding their head in affirmation-- it was their own fault they forgot to contract the spirits once more or forget to get the full details of the plan until they were already nearly there (and thus, unable to get any of the prepared-stakes from the light-trenchworks for the pit), and they doubted the others wanted to risk losing the lizard's trail should they delay any further... so... they kept quiet. They kept those thoughts to themselves and watched as Gunnar stepped away from the group, stepping into the cluster of trees ahead. The trees that surely hid the creature from view. Stepping around the edge of the pit so that the pit would be between them and the lizard, they waited. They didn't have to wait very long. Listening with some semblance of ammusement as Gunnar taunted the lizard-- Amerions previous hope, and-- relief that things would go well, vanished like a stone dropped in a river.
Almost deafeningly-loud, enough to rustle distant branches, and sending a shiver down Amerion's spine despite the relatively warm clothing they presently wore as a result of it being Winter, was the sound of the creature's bellow. Out in the distance-- past the collection of trees with which they had lost of Gunnar, came the sound of booms-- almost like the crack of thunder and heaving of trees and foliage alike. Taking a step back-- precluding by the steady intensification of the feeling of pressure building up, Amerion watches with no small amount of awe as Gunnar bursts out from the treeline ahead, dodging, twisting, and turning as the creature's gluttonous maw snaps forward followed by an attempt to bash the Norseman over with its tail-- but still, the hunter easily avoids it, and before they realise it from where they're partially obscured behind the vegetation, Gunnar is leaping over the pit-trap in a singular bound with the lizard nearly nipping at his heels, the feeling of pressure now nearly impossible to not notice. Eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and curiosity, despite the terrifying size of the creature, taller, even, than some of the smallest of trees, is the lizard. Almost menacingly stepping forwards, each step rattling Amerion's nerves with its impact on the jungle floor, Amerion waits as the creature steps closer-- and closer-- soo so close-- and then it stops. Shaking its head, perhaps in confusion or perhaps in indignation that they had attempted to lay a trap, the creature stepped forwards and to the side, now stepping around the perimeter of the pit... and not into it.
Uncertain of what they should do-- they hadn't planned for the creature to not land in the pit, Amerion tries to think of what they should do, only for the decision to be made for them as Njall rushes forwards-- Atgeir hand-in-hand as the Norseman charges forwards. Mind made up, Amerion calls upon their understanding of fire and heat, and the world answers. A rippling stream of fire and light, seemingly cold and malleable despite the very real fact that it's not only tangible, but also fire, they direct the streams of red-orange fire towards the creature's eyes, trying to blind the lizard as much as possible, such that it cannot avoid the pit any longer. Hands outstretched-- sword forgotten, having been sheathed in a split's second moment, Amerion can only watch as the creature, still getting harassed but not hit by blurringly-fast yet curving stones from Gunnar and the flames licking at its scales-- turning them a red-hue-- suddenly stumbles as the ground itself warps around the creature's legs. Before they have a moment to react, to take hint or notice of what's going on-- Njall's swing at the creature's ankle misses, and the creature, balance and 'footwork' disrupted by the ground itself being warped like an entity was grasping and pulling at the soil, contorting and twisting it-- collapses ontop of Njall. The flames sent the creature's way briefly sputter for a moment as a wet squishing sound accompanied by several cracks sound out-- the creature crushing Njall's body into a crimson paste, blood and flesh alike pooling onto the jungle floor.
Stepping back some, hardly noticing with a wide-eyed gaze that Eirny is the first to actually draw blood from the creature in a downward swing of her blade, Amerion repositions themself behind the other side of the pit-- once more putting the pit between them and the creature. Drawing once more upon their understanding of fire-- they cast it out in streams towards the creature's maw the next time it snaps open in an attempt to snap at the other hunters. Oscillating between the eyes and the maw, focus wavering slightly as their gaze snaps back to the creature's maw, it takes Amerion a moment to realise that one of the creature's hindlimbs, big, strong, and meaty-- was now mired in blood with Einry's blade flicking with swift practiced precision with a distant swooshing sound with every swing, deep crimson lines running along the creature's legs. Watching as the blade seems to almost pull in the viscous liquid, Amerion idly notes out of the corner of their eye, Gunnar shrugging his sling aside before drawing an axe and saex alike with a mighty warcry before leaping into the air, barreling into its side all the while the very ground beneath the creature twists and contorts. Eyes still locked onto the creature, Amerion notices it the moment it happens, the moment Gunnar slams into the creature and continues to push. The creature's footing, already destabilised from the ground warping beneath its feet, one of its hindlimbs savaged by Einry, and its face twisting to avoid the scorching rays of heat sent towards its face-- swings around and whips Eirny into the pit with its tail. Mere moments later, the lizard, at long last, tumbles into the pit. The same pit, that Einry was in. The last sight and memory, that Amerion had of Einry, before her body was dwarfed by the sight of the lizard-- was that of the woman standing defiant, eyes narrowed and blade raised high as the creature fell upon both her and her blade. And just like that... Eirny had fallen. The second of their number to meet a grisly fate just to get the creature trapped in the pit.
Eyes wide and hands shaking now just as much as their focus was at the sight of two deaths in quick succession, Amerion released their control on the direction in which their flames streamed-- now solely aiming into the pit with their only direction being to divert the flickering flames that tried to inch towards Gunnar as the Norseman dived into the pit-- Axe and Seax alike carving furrows into the creature's chest cavity, clumps of flesh and blood alike flying as the Norseman rips into the creature-- Amerion's gaze just barely has Gunnar in it-- that they see the moment it happens. Great gashes being driven one after another in the lizard with a fervour Amerion could hardly imagine manifesting-- is the brief flicker of movement before a long and heavy javelin, coming in like a missile-- pierces through Gunnar's midsection and pins the Norseman to the lizard. Moments later-- still carving into the creature as though he hadn't noticed-- came the second. Curving downwards in a way that could only be possible because of the lizard's unspeakable powers, was another javelin. A javelin that pierced directly through Gunnar's head and into the creature itself. Then... silence, the slow yet momentous heaving of the creature stilled as crimson lines of blood flowed down the creature's sides. The Lizard was dead... but so too was Gunnar.
Flames sputtering to a stop as they processed this, embers flaking away with the creature's final moments as they ceased their stream of fire-- dazed eyes and mind spinning, Amerion staggers to the ground for a moment on their knees before hurling, unable to contain the nausea that they felt at actually seeing the gruesome sight of both Njall and Gunnar's death, up-close and personal, not held off at a distance, by either emotionally, or figuratively-- they actually knew them, had grown to know them (somewhat) over the past few months-- and now they were dead. Staggering back to their feet, and hoping that the fallens' fated day had not yet come, or that the gods had smiled upon their efforts, Amerion shifts their gaze away from the carcass of the creature, and turns towards Harald. Tilting their head slightly in askance as to what now, a bit too out of it to actually ask or say anything without feeling that slimy-spinny feeling coming up their throat again, Amerion listens as Harald explains that now... now they commit to the task of digging up the lizard and recovering the bodies and weapons of the fallen.
Nodding their head in acknowledgement... they set to work, the walls of the pit trap being forced outwards and upwards, into a sort of walled inline leading upwards, and Amerion sets to the task of collecting sling that Gunnar had dropped and trying to pool together what they can of the flesh-paste that is Njall-- trying to get enough from the Norseman's remains that they can take said remains back to the shape-crafter and the seeress. While they do that-- and rejoined by the both Liv and Arnlief, the two having taken a less proactive role in the hunt-- but one Amerion couldn't quite visualise in their head with how much of their focus had been dedicated to containing the fire and preventing it from sparking a forest fire or hitting any of the others, they began in earnest to drag the lizard's carcass out of the pit, aided significantly, but the dirt and soil itself twisting and rising to make their efforts easier and to prevent the lizard from backsliding into the pit. Some point along the way-- Amerion's not sure when, Harald had wound up carving the lizard's eyes free and they had managed to recover the blade and the remains of Eirny's body. With everything collected... rods of javelins poking through the side of the lizard and lines of blood dripping down the carcass, they began making their way back to the settlement.
Taking with them naught but a sword, their wits, and that which they wore, they joined the hunting party just as they had begun to set out past the light trenchworks encircling the settlement. Somewhat sheepishly tagging along, their involvement not exactly planned nor asked for, they spent much of the journey through the jungle constantly looking to-and-fro, eyes darting towards the lush greenery and dense foliage. Taking the sights in, mostly just... how different the untamed wilderness looked compared to what they remembered of Gotland. Lost in their thoughts for the most part as they absently followed the rest of the group, mostly due to the (others) being far, far better at tracking than Amerion... and also, also because they had no idea what to expect out in the wilderness. They'd heard the tales, sure-- but they hadn't seen any of the creatures, aside from the carcasses of Storm Toads that had been brought back earlier in the Winter and that once instance where these strange flying birds with very pronounced beaks had attempted (and failed) to swoop down at the settlement's younger children.
Lost in their thoughts as the group steps by entire branches cracked off of trees or bushes and undergrowth either ripped at the seams and jutting to the side or noticeably parted, the first realisation they had, that they were nearing the creature, was Njall suddenly stopping. The second indication, was the noticeable feeling of... something, moments later, almost as though they stepped into this zone, this territory. Almost like a sort of pressure, everything felt ever so slightly heavier, not very much-- but noticeably so. It's around this time, that Amerion knows of the plan that had evidently been discovered prior to them joining the hunting party. Concealed behind the dense foliage and undergrowth, Njall shaped the soil and ground itself alongside the efforts of Liv and the others, to dig a pit in the ground. A pit deep enough, that some part of Amerion felt assured that the creature couldn't possibly avoid getting trapped within, as the plan Gunnar quietly explained to them was. Still, as Amerion watched the last of the pit be dug-- having been unable to help as it grew deeper without risking not being able to get out without disrupting the pit (The dirt/soil from dug up having been condensed and pressed inwards along the sides of the pit, to make the walls hard and vertical, such that there would be no grip nor incline for the creature to escape from their trap, Amerion stepped back.
Watching as the pit was further shaped, some of the extra soil being swept off into tiny minds hidden by the foliage, Amerion couldn't help but think of what else they could've done to prepare as they took the sight in. Sure the plan was to get the creature to fall into the pit, and then bury and suffocate it with Njall's use of soil-- but couldn't they also have brought stakes with them and littered the bottom of the pit with them? Then they'd be assured that the creature would be unable to escape. But... now it was too late for those thoughts, too late for thoughts that if that were the case, they'd be able to etch runes of Bloodletting and Sensory Enhancement into the stakes. A combination, that, if Amerion had the stakes to etch them into-- could ensure that once they drew blood from the lizard-- that its blood would continue to run until it bled out, at the very least-- even if it somehow got away or proved too dangerous to engage when it was trapped within the pit.
Perhaps... perhaps there was something else they could do. Maybe they could draw upon the spirits they'd contracted and contacted, and see if they were amenable to assisting in the creation of a ward of protection over the side of the pit trap they were on-- such that even if the creature leapt over the pit-- it would hit the wall of protection and fall into the pit? But no... Amerion shakes their head in dismay as they remember the fact that not only had they forgotten to bring any of the necessary bindings for such a ward, they'd also forgotten about what happened in the flee from Gotland. They'd forgotten that painful feeling as the Spirits they'd contracted with were forcefully severed-- either by distance, the fall of Gotland, or time-- Amerion doesn't know--but they would have to contact the spirits once more in this new land... something they'd neglected to do during the initial landfall, with the only thought of the time having been 'survive.' Now... now things were different with the cold days of winter ahead and, hopefully, the cold would keep the terrors in the night away just as much they would the Norse. Still... even despite this difference, they hadn't considered the possibility of needing to call upon any of the spirits they'd contracted, up until now... something they wouldn't have the time nor energy to do if the monstrous lizard was just behind the cluster of trees and foliage up ahead.
Doing the only thing they could do at such a time to prepare, and hoping they wouldn't get close enough to the monstrous lizard to have to use it, Amerion drew upon their fire kunna and heated the cold metal edge of their sword. Turning their gaze slightly away from the red-hues colouring the metal, Amerion notices Njall running his hand along his Atgeir, coating it in something Amerion can't quite make out. Before Amerion can do much more than look, or assess what the others are doing, Gunnar, who'd thus been busy thinking-- planning, Amerion isn't quite sure-- turns to the group once more and reiterates the plan, asking for their confirmation and acknowledgement. Nodding their head in affirmation-- it was their own fault they forgot to contract the spirits once more or forget to get the full details of the plan until they were already nearly there (and thus, unable to get any of the prepared-stakes from the light-trenchworks for the pit), and they doubted the others wanted to risk losing the lizard's trail should they delay any further... so... they kept quiet. They kept those thoughts to themselves and watched as Gunnar stepped away from the group, stepping into the cluster of trees ahead. The trees that surely hid the creature from view. Stepping around the edge of the pit so that the pit would be between them and the lizard, they waited. They didn't have to wait very long. Listening with some semblance of ammusement as Gunnar taunted the lizard-- Amerions previous hope, and-- relief that things would go well, vanished like a stone dropped in a river.
Almost deafeningly-loud, enough to rustle distant branches, and sending a shiver down Amerion's spine despite the relatively warm clothing they presently wore as a result of it being Winter, was the sound of the creature's bellow. Out in the distance-- past the collection of trees with which they had lost of Gunnar, came the sound of booms-- almost like the crack of thunder and heaving of trees and foliage alike. Taking a step back-- precluding by the steady intensification of the feeling of pressure building up, Amerion watches with no small amount of awe as Gunnar bursts out from the treeline ahead, dodging, twisting, and turning as the creature's gluttonous maw snaps forward followed by an attempt to bash the Norseman over with its tail-- but still, the hunter easily avoids it, and before they realise it from where they're partially obscured behind the vegetation, Gunnar is leaping over the pit-trap in a singular bound with the lizard nearly nipping at his heels, the feeling of pressure now nearly impossible to not notice. Eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and curiosity, despite the terrifying size of the creature, taller, even, than some of the smallest of trees, is the lizard. Almost menacingly stepping forwards, each step rattling Amerion's nerves with its impact on the jungle floor, Amerion waits as the creature steps closer-- and closer-- soo so close-- and then it stops. Shaking its head, perhaps in confusion or perhaps in indignation that they had attempted to lay a trap, the creature stepped forwards and to the side, now stepping around the perimeter of the pit... and not into it.
Uncertain of what they should do-- they hadn't planned for the creature to not land in the pit, Amerion tries to think of what they should do, only for the decision to be made for them as Njall rushes forwards-- Atgeir hand-in-hand as the Norseman charges forwards. Mind made up, Amerion calls upon their understanding of fire and heat, and the world answers. A rippling stream of fire and light, seemingly cold and malleable despite the very real fact that it's not only tangible, but also fire, they direct the streams of red-orange fire towards the creature's eyes, trying to blind the lizard as much as possible, such that it cannot avoid the pit any longer. Hands outstretched-- sword forgotten, having been sheathed in a split's second moment, Amerion can only watch as the creature, still getting harassed but not hit by blurringly-fast yet curving stones from Gunnar and the flames licking at its scales-- turning them a red-hue-- suddenly stumbles as the ground itself warps around the creature's legs. Before they have a moment to react, to take hint or notice of what's going on-- Njall's swing at the creature's ankle misses, and the creature, balance and 'footwork' disrupted by the ground itself being warped like an entity was grasping and pulling at the soil, contorting and twisting it-- collapses ontop of Njall. The flames sent the creature's way briefly sputter for a moment as a wet squishing sound accompanied by several cracks sound out-- the creature crushing Njall's body into a crimson paste, blood and flesh alike pooling onto the jungle floor.
Stepping back some, hardly noticing with a wide-eyed gaze that Eirny is the first to actually draw blood from the creature in a downward swing of her blade, Amerion repositions themself behind the other side of the pit-- once more putting the pit between them and the creature. Drawing once more upon their understanding of fire-- they cast it out in streams towards the creature's maw the next time it snaps open in an attempt to snap at the other hunters. Oscillating between the eyes and the maw, focus wavering slightly as their gaze snaps back to the creature's maw, it takes Amerion a moment to realise that one of the creature's hindlimbs, big, strong, and meaty-- was now mired in blood with Einry's blade flicking with swift practiced precision with a distant swooshing sound with every swing, deep crimson lines running along the creature's legs. Watching as the blade seems to almost pull in the viscous liquid, Amerion idly notes out of the corner of their eye, Gunnar shrugging his sling aside before drawing an axe and saex alike with a mighty warcry before leaping into the air, barreling into its side all the while the very ground beneath the creature twists and contorts. Eyes still locked onto the creature, Amerion notices it the moment it happens, the moment Gunnar slams into the creature and continues to push. The creature's footing, already destabilised from the ground warping beneath its feet, one of its hindlimbs savaged by Einry, and its face twisting to avoid the scorching rays of heat sent towards its face-- swings around and whips Eirny into the pit with its tail. Mere moments later, the lizard, at long last, tumbles into the pit. The same pit, that Einry was in. The last sight and memory, that Amerion had of Einry, before her body was dwarfed by the sight of the lizard-- was that of the woman standing defiant, eyes narrowed and blade raised high as the creature fell upon both her and her blade. And just like that... Eirny had fallen. The second of their number to meet a grisly fate just to get the creature trapped in the pit.
Eyes wide and hands shaking now just as much as their focus was at the sight of two deaths in quick succession, Amerion released their control on the direction in which their flames streamed-- now solely aiming into the pit with their only direction being to divert the flickering flames that tried to inch towards Gunnar as the Norseman dived into the pit-- Axe and Seax alike carving furrows into the creature's chest cavity, clumps of flesh and blood alike flying as the Norseman rips into the creature-- Amerion's gaze just barely has Gunnar in it-- that they see the moment it happens. Great gashes being driven one after another in the lizard with a fervour Amerion could hardly imagine manifesting-- is the brief flicker of movement before a long and heavy javelin, coming in like a missile-- pierces through Gunnar's midsection and pins the Norseman to the lizard. Moments later-- still carving into the creature as though he hadn't noticed-- came the second. Curving downwards in a way that could only be possible because of the lizard's unspeakable powers, was another javelin. A javelin that pierced directly through Gunnar's head and into the creature itself. Then... silence, the slow yet momentous heaving of the creature stilled as crimson lines of blood flowed down the creature's sides. The Lizard was dead... but so too was Gunnar.
Flames sputtering to a stop as they processed this, embers flaking away with the creature's final moments as they ceased their stream of fire-- dazed eyes and mind spinning, Amerion staggers to the ground for a moment on their knees before hurling, unable to contain the nausea that they felt at actually seeing the gruesome sight of both Njall and Gunnar's death, up-close and personal, not held off at a distance, by either emotionally, or figuratively-- they actually knew them, had grown to know them (somewhat) over the past few months-- and now they were dead. Staggering back to their feet, and hoping that the fallens' fated day had not yet come, or that the gods had smiled upon their efforts, Amerion shifts their gaze away from the carcass of the creature, and turns towards Harald. Tilting their head slightly in askance as to what now, a bit too out of it to actually ask or say anything without feeling that slimy-spinny feeling coming up their throat again, Amerion listens as Harald explains that now... now they commit to the task of digging up the lizard and recovering the bodies and weapons of the fallen.
Nodding their head in acknowledgement... they set to work, the walls of the pit trap being forced outwards and upwards, into a sort of walled inline leading upwards, and Amerion sets to the task of collecting sling that Gunnar had dropped and trying to pool together what they can of the flesh-paste that is Njall-- trying to get enough from the Norseman's remains that they can take said remains back to the shape-crafter and the seeress. While they do that-- and rejoined by the both Liv and Arnlief, the two having taken a less proactive role in the hunt-- but one Amerion couldn't quite visualise in their head with how much of their focus had been dedicated to containing the fire and preventing it from sparking a forest fire or hitting any of the others, they began in earnest to drag the lizard's carcass out of the pit, aided significantly, but the dirt and soil itself twisting and rising to make their efforts easier and to prevent the lizard from backsliding into the pit. Some point along the way-- Amerion's not sure when, Harald had wound up carving the lizard's eyes free and they had managed to recover the blade and the remains of Eirny's body. With everything collected... rods of javelins poking through the side of the lizard and lines of blood dripping down the carcass, they began making their way back to the settlement.
By the time they had arrived back at the settlement-- it was nearly nightfall, darkness coming in from all directions save for ahead of them-- where the settlement was lit alight by occasional fire or cluster of torches. Carefully crossing the trenchworks encircling the settlement-- aiding substantially in that effort by Harald's manipulations of the soil once more, they arrived. At long last, three fewer (among the living) in number and one more in total than they were when they had set out, they had returned. Hardly listening to Harald's proclamation or description of the lizard-- far too put out of it and trying not to think of the grisly sights they'd seen, they only snapped out of their daze enough to help bring the rest of the carcass of the lizard to Hrolfr, the settlement's singular Shapecrafter. Hardly hearing something Harald said about preserving the heart to the Shapecrafter, Amerion practically collapsed into the first shelter from the elements they found.
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Cresthead Bestiary (Oshha)
- Location
- Southampton, Great Britain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Cresthead Bestiary
Discovered by Rikard Villeson, Agmundr Idskapadr, Ragnarr Fair-Spoken, Sigmund Sigurdsson and Aka Toothtaker in the first winter following the landing.Travelled in a large herd, found alongside the edges of a river. Large not just in herd, but also in size as it is half-again as big as a horse. They have four legs, but trot about on powerful hind legs while using their forelegs to keep themselves balanced while they walk. A large and long horn rests on the top-back of their head, going out backwards and earning their name of "Cresthead". The front-face of their head has a bill, akin to those found on a duck. Colours are a mixture of grey, brown and purple on the body while the horn/crest is a stripey blue. They are also notably fast, able to escape an ambush after initial surprise before any more attacks could be made.
They seem to be docile and herbivores. When Ragnarr Fair-Spoken attempted to use his emotion kunna to calm them, it had the opposite effect of making them more wary. This hints at Crestheads being preyed upon by an emotion-manipulating predator, but further investigation with other emotions indicates that they seem to default to being nervous/wary as unnatural as that sounds. Their lack of reaction to Ragnarr's emotion kunna also indicates they also may be unaffected by emotion manipulation.
-Emotion manipulation resistance seems to come from the carnivorous emotion-manipulating swamp found in the direction that they came from.
Crests appear to have some kind of vibration-based power as they shiver and shake with each step, powerful enough to destroy a flatsquito. This power appears to be selective rather than indiscriminate as a pack of spine-rats were witnessed passing by without effect by the Crestheads. Cutting off the crest from afar works and apparently renders the Cresthead toothless and helpless.
They appear to be several tons in weight, estimated to be around five or six tons each and there appears to be a lot of meat on a Cresthead. They don't appear to make for good livestock as they don't produce milk, at least not in winter, and they eat a large amount, stripping the trees of bark and the ground of grass. Keeping more than a couple around on a farm will likely be more trouble than it is worth due to how much each Cresthead eats.
Onigar apparently like to eat Crestheads and call them "sou-dina".
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- Space between realms
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- He
@I.F. Ister Can we make non-magical or simple ships without a Shipwright?
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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- He/They
+6 Ordstirr for those who survived, +3 for the ones who died.
+3 Ordstirr, nice work
+2 Ordstirr, I reckon
I'll give you +2 Ordstirr
+2 Ordstirr
Nice! +3 Ordstirr
+2 Ordstirr
We'll arbitrate this once Winter ends.
- Location
- Southampton, Great Britain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Okay, Rikard's expedition found Crestheads which are Parasaurolophus except they have vibration-based explosions from their crests. You can read about them in the bestiary I posted above. We also captured one by taking off its crest with a ranged attack while restraining it with bolos.
We also found a carnivarous emotion-manipulating swarm where upon entering it, it tried to make us happy and relaxed. We used Ragnarr's emotion kunna to counteract that and clever tactics to avoid the water. The tail of the captured cresthead touch the water, making the water go solid around it and impossible for us to pull out. We ended up cutting the tail off, which led to the swamp eating it.
We heard sounds in the mountains and investigated. We found a stone quarry with a dozen Onigar, where we decided to not push our luck and return back to the settlement. However, the Onigar smelt the blood of the captured cresthead and one followed us. We confronted the Onigar between the mountains and the swamp, where it refused diplomacy and tried to kill us. We fought it as a group and it turns out that Onigar are both fast and powerful, but lack endurance as Rikard accidentially killed it. However lacking endurance is relatively as it means they are equal to us rather than just being better.
And we ended the expedition by becoming blood-brothers with each other.
We also found a carnivarous emotion-manipulating swarm where upon entering it, it tried to make us happy and relaxed. We used Ragnarr's emotion kunna to counteract that and clever tactics to avoid the water. The tail of the captured cresthead touch the water, making the water go solid around it and impossible for us to pull out. We ended up cutting the tail off, which led to the swamp eating it.
We heard sounds in the mountains and investigated. We found a stone quarry with a dozen Onigar, where we decided to not push our luck and return back to the settlement. However, the Onigar smelt the blood of the captured cresthead and one followed us. We confronted the Onigar between the mountains and the swamp, where it refused diplomacy and tried to kill us. We fought it as a group and it turns out that Onigar are both fast and powerful, but lack endurance as Rikard accidentially killed it. However lacking endurance is relatively as it means they are equal to us rather than just being better.
And we ended the expedition by becoming blood-brothers with each other.
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- Location
- The United States
- Pronouns
- He/They
Did the Shapecrafter have any desire to examine the corpse?
I.F. Ister
Fortifying The Thread
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- He/They
Forgor, but yeah. Free Shapecrafter Ups too