The Fairytale Within: North Quest
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Howl looked around, shivering a little at the chill that stone walls so often created. He asked Gweir a few questions, and grimaced at the lack of answer. But the man seemed decent enough, if perhaps a bit more noble than the magician cared for. He had just the thing to help him, too.
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Chapter 18 – Eikþyrnir
Gweir fab Geirioedd was kind enough to guide the way to your next deity after his successful healing: Eikþyrnir, a stag which stands atop Valhalla consuming the foliage of the tree Læraðr. You’ve never been to Valhalla before, but DÃse assures you that it’s not as dangerous as your last stations. Chosen by Odin, half of those who die in combat travel to Valhalla upon death, led by valkyries, while the other half go to the lady goddess Freyja's field Fólkvangr. In Valhalla the dead join the masses of those who have died in combat known as Einherjar, as well as various legendary Germanic heroes and kings, as they prepare to aid Odin during the events of Ragnarök. Before the hall stands the golden tree Glasir, and the hall's ceiling is thatched with golden shields. It could be worse to be dead. “So, Eikþyrnir lives around Valhalla?†You ask, while your fellow leads you to the hall of the slain. “He does. They say that water drips from the oak-thorny horns, which is where all the rivers in the world come from.†So… no normal stag then. You spot Eikþyrnir as you come near the roof of Valhalla: An enormous deer with black coat and eyes like molten heliodor. “Welcome, travelers.†He greets you with a soft humming voice. “I was hoping you could do me a favor.†You approvingly take notice. “You see… Every day I bite from the limbs of this tree and I don’t want to complain. But I’d love to have a little variation in food. I couldn’t remember the last time I ate a flower. I have a weakness for the little red ones, without thorns, that grow in-ground. Do you think it’s possible to get me one of these? Just one. I’d be very grateful. Here, you can take this splitter of Bifröst as mutuality. It doesn’t have a good taste.â€
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Elethia stares in amazement at the giant stag. As she finishes listening to his request she is a bit befuddled. Every quest before this one had some grueling conquest or detective work that was involved. For such a mythical creature that stands atop Valhalla to only ask for a simple red flower to give him variety with his meals humbles her. She contemplates all of the red flowers that she knows about that aren't toxic to animals (he may be mythical, but she doesn't want to risk possibly giving him a stomach ache). She makes up her mind and leans over to tell her decision to Mr. Scoots. He nods in agreement and then ventures out to obtain that flower and to bring it back for Eikbyrnir.
Irith looked around the area, she immediately understood Eikþyrnir. There was no red flower in sight. Getting the flower wouldn’t be too hard, but she had to decide which flower she wanted. In her head she went over all the information she had about deers and all the information she had about flowers, she tried to remember which flowers came in a red shade, so eventually she would be able to pick the perfect one for Eikbyrnir.
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With the task at hand, Cuinn set out to explore the area for a suitable flower. The stag may have wanted simply a change of pace, but the moment he had spoken the imagine had already come to him. He knew exactly what would be appropriate, it was just a matter of seeing it's availability. It was a flower he admired for many characteristics and hoped it would please Eikþyrnir even more so.
Cuinn's Flower Idea
Not long after Cuinn returned holding a cluster of red amaranth flowers. He presented these and quickly relayed as to where he had gotten them, if Eikþyrnir ever struck up the craving again.
"They're also called Turkey's Nose in some languages. They're quite soft, so I hope they'll be easy to eat as well. Speaking of which, their seeds are deliciously edible." Cuinn continued. "These were as red as I could find. I was reminded of them because of the fluffiness of your neck and tail, so I figured only a flower similar to your liking would be the most appropriate."
Orphans R Us
[Quote=Adris]
"Valhalla," I whispered awestruck. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought I would be in the great hall while I was still alive. I was overwhelmed. I knelt down on one knee, my sword touching the floor. I clasped what would have been my shield arm (since I had no shield) in a fist and placed my arm over my heart, with my head bowed in respect for the fallen dead.
I had chosen to name my wolf Odin in honour of the great Odin who presided over Ragnarök. Briefly, my mind wandered as I thought about the fallen warriors of my clan. Perhaps some of my family where here. I stood up. I didn't realise I was crying until a wet betrayer rolled off my chin.
I put my thoughts and desires aside. Now was not the time for my wishes. Eikþyrnir wanted a red flower. I knew exactly what we should go get him. I looked over at Hlin, wondering what she had thought of Valhalla and our task. [/quote]
[Quote=Hlin] All along our way, Adris had been not only merry, but fairly cavalier with our tasks. However, I was now seeing a different side of her, serious and devoted to her gods. She was even crying. My heart went out to her. We had to find the red flower she wanted so much!
However, we weren't in poppy country. How could we possibly? And then it hit me...I winked at Eddo. he tried to escape but I grabbed him, pulled out a tiny flask and put a few drops on him, and then did the same for myself.
He whirled in circles; I felt seasick and light-headed. Still, my mentors were good potion makers, for in a few moments, I looked down at myself and saw I was wearing a blue gingham dress with ruby slippers, and Eddo had become the cutest little Cairn Terrier ever.
I held out the flask to Adris. "Just two drops on your skin and think of who you want to become. Do Odin too. Then we just sing 'Ding, dong the witch is dead.' With a little bit of luck, the Wicked Witch of the West will hear that, go ballistic and try to trap us with that field of red poppies she always uses! We just have to be wary of flying monkeys."
I searched through my pack for my own home-brewed Anti-Sleepy pills and gave one to each of us, including Odin.
"Steak flavored. I thought ahead on that one," I assured him. "Now, let's go get our perfect flower. Adris, you can skip, can't you?" [/quote]
[Quote=Adris]
I wiped my tears off with my arm. We would get Eikþyrnir his flower--no matter the cost. I convinced Odin to take Hlin's potion and suddenly he turned into a Tin Man. I think my eyes bugged out of my head. Why on the earth did he choose to be that? Shaking my head at his choice I put the drops on my skin and the next thing I know I turned into a flying monkey. Okay, that's so wrong. I was thinking i wanted to be a powerful wizard. I think Hlin got ripped off with her potion. Both Odin and I took her anti-sleeping pills and prepared to go to where ever Hlin was planning on taking us. Where would a girl, a tin man, a terrier dog and a flying monkey fit in? [/quote]
[Quote=Hlin] Hmmm, the way Adris' mind works amazes me. I said beware of the monkeys, so she becomes one? Not crazy about monkeys myself, bit it may work to throw them off. Off we go them. It's kind of yellowish ground here, so "Follow the yellow trick road."
Seventeen chorus of "ding dong?" The closest to a munchkin that appeared was a chubby blue clad fairy who claimed she was someone's fairy godmother and that she couldn't talk right now.
We were all exhausted, but we did one more verse, just in case. This time, a very mad red clad nixie came flying out at us. "Just where do you all think you are," he screamed in my ear. Does this glen look like an emerald city to you?"
"No," I answered, but my friend needs a red flower of remembrance, and so I thought we could..."
"Find yourself in a field of poppies?" He snorted. "You'd travel for weeks. My cousin Morty just got back after we rescued him. He was asleep for years! Still, he did bring back some nice flower seeds. Promise me you'll stop repeating that song and I'll give you one."
"We promise!" I almost nodded my head off.
True to his word, which is something for a nixie, he dashed off and came back in a flash with a perfect red blooming poppy. I motioned that he should give it to Adris.[/quote]
[Quote=Adris] I hate monkeys. Eddo kept trying to give me bananas, I think the sly fox thought it was hilarious, but I didn't. It was bad enough to be a monkey but did I really have to have fleas biting my ass?
Still I could manage this, even if we had to keep singing this bloody song all day. I pinched the bridge of my nose to get rid of this headache brewing. Finally a red bug thingy--uh nixie comes up and hands me the perfect flower. I'd hug the thing if I didn't think I'd make him into bug juice. Instead I bowed respectfully and ask Hlin sarcastically, "So now what? We just click our feet together and say, there's no place like Valhalla?" Okay, ask a sarcastic question... turns out yes, that's exactly what we had to do. Thankfully we all transformed back when we arrived--I did not want to stay a monkey. [/quote]
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Alanna sighed with relief. This latest task didn't seem that bad. Eikþyrnir simply wanted them to find a red flower for him to eat. What was even better was that they already got the shard piece they had come for. All they had to do was find this flower and be on their merry way to look for the next piece. The end was finally in sight.
Mounting her trusty stallion, she turned to her companion. "Alright Mal, ready to go flower-searching? Might be a good chance to do some sight-seeing while we're at it. It's not every day that you get to take a look around Valhalla."
Mal looked to the sky for her wayward hawk. She hadn't seen him for a while and he might come on handy on this mission.
"Yeah, Valhalla seems nice," Mail agreed unexpectedly, "I just hope we don't run into any dead people."
"Dead people?"
Mal began looking through her pack distractedly.
"Yeah. Cause you know people go to Valhalla when they die.. And like.. Do they know they're dead, do they not know? And what if they want us to get them flowers too? Like,I dunno, it just seems like it would be a whole 'thing', ya know..?"
Her voice faded as her thoughts wandered off and she finished going through her pack. Alanna squinted at her sometimes interesting friend but chose to not respond. With an excited yelp Mal held up a shiny whistle.
"I found it! I found Wash's whistle!"
She smiled, then blew on it, and they began to make their way further into the land.
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An interesting request. But where was he to get flowers? Howl had a nearly endless supply of them back at the field by his castle, but with him? He supposed he could cast a spell to grow a flower, but that would be difficult. The thought of spells, however, did bring something to mind.
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[IMG]http://i60.tinypic.com/34ypqaf.png[/IMG] “Wow, poor guy. The same thing, every day, for eons? Yikes.†Talwyn winces. “I’d throw up if I had to do that! A little red flower, huh? I think we’re gonna have to get you something better than that, if you’ve been eating the same old leaves forever.†The pixie grinned apologetically. “No offense to your tree.†“None taken.†The giant ebony stag responded, taking another bite out of his staple food tree. Talwyn faces her best friend. “Ok, so I’ve got an idea. Say, Gilbert, do you remember Marcielle?†He pulls a very uncomfortable face and shivers. “You know how I feel about that girl.â€
Chapter 19 – Wayland the Smith
Eikþyrnir, now happily chomping a flower, told you that Wayland might hold the next piece of the rainbow bridge. Of course you heard stories about the battle-brave. Wayland was a legendary master blacksmith. He made the magic sword Balmung as well as the magic ring that Thorsten retrieved. And he fashioned the mail shirt worn by Beowulf. Just to sum up a few of his forgings. No wonder he is known as smith of the Gods. “Did you meet Wayland before?†You ask DÃse on your way to his sleep in Nerike. “Unfortunately not. I heard he’s a grumpy but loyal man.†As long as he doesn’t want to attack you with one of his magic weapons you’re fine with whatever temper this blacksmith might have. You hear hammering as you approach the forge. The heat leaves you nearly out of breath. “þanki, Wayland.†You’re not sad that DÃse is the first to enter the smithy. You follow her on foot, taking a quick look around. Wayland is standing next to an ambos, the upper part of his body is naked. Surely because of the hotness. “Nice mustache.†You murmur, getting a brawny gaze from Wayland. DÃse quickly introduces your motive for coming. “So, you want a piece of me aye?†He watches you closely. “What a stripling you have there. Well, I’ll tell you what: I have an order to make for the Allfather himself. If you manage to be of help, I’ll give you the Bifröst bit. It doesn’t belong here anyway.†You gurn. Who does he call a stripling here? But DÃse gently touches your shoulder as to calm you down. “What do you want us to do, blacksmith?†Wayland points to the forging furnace behind your back. “I’ve heard that you know how to create things from nowhere. Now is the time to prove it. Forge me a sword as magnificent as a king deserves it. That's the end of it.â€
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Irith looked at Dise and back to Wayland. “You got to be kidding me†she says. “How am I supposed to create a sword, I don’t even know how to work with this equipmentâ€.
Irith sat down, thinking about what she could do to get a sword. She looked at Dise. “He wouldn’t just be okay with me getting a sword somewhere else?†she asked. Dise only shook her head.
Irith looked at Wayland who had started working his machines again, she saw what he did with his materials and in her head formed an idea.
She whistled for Zarith and whispered to him that she needed him to go and find gold metals. “I don’t mind where you get them from†Irith whispered. “I don’t have to know what you have to doâ€.
Zarith flew up and away and Irith grabbed her herb bag, knowing she needed to use a lot of herbs to do as she planned. She threw some herbs together to make a shadow cloak spell and whispered a spell she had used before “Only to hide for a little while, so that I can get the piece from the pile. One way in and one way out, I will have no doubt†and disappeared. She saw that Wayland looked around. “Where did she go†she heard him asking Dise. Irith walked through the smithy, straight over to a large pile of metals and grabbed a large piece from it, making sure to do that quick enough, so no one will see the metal flying through the room. Then she headed out the door, removed the spell she was under and walked in with the metal again. She saw that Wayland was watching her, but he couldn’t know where she got the metal from. Irith walked over to Dise. “He might have given it to me if I had just asked him for it, but to avoid him saying no, I thought I’d better go and grab a piece†Irith whispered.
Zarith came flying in again, carrying a lot of necklaces and bracelets all over his body. “Thank you so much little fellow†Irith said, while taking over the items from him.
Irith walked over to the forging furnace and placed the metals, so that it would melt. After turning off the machine again, she left the metals there. She knew everyone would assume her making a mistake, cause she didn’t modify the metal.
When the metal was cooled down enough, it kinda had the shape of a sword, but wasn’t done yet. Irith took the ugly sword outside, lay it down on the ground and used her herbs to create more spells. She threw the herbs together to create an inferno spell. “Melt the metal by fire, so I can make something to admire†and right after she made a molten boulder spell. “Rocks on this sword will make it bend, so that the perfect sword will be here in the endâ€. The two spells made sure that the metal would be hot and the metal being shaped.
When Irith believed the metal had the perfect shape, she stopped using the molten boulder spell. She let the inferno scroll continue, so that with gloves she could place gold melted metal and to create runes to finish the sword. She then also stopped using the inferno spell.
She then threw herbs together to create a aquajhet spell. “This water will make it cool, so that this will be the perfect toolâ€. The spell made sure the metals were cool enough to touch it.
The sword was perfect by looks, but there was one thing left for Irith to do. She threw herbs together one more time to create a gust spell. “Give the sword the perfect balance now, so in a battle everyone can say wowâ€. The wind would make the sword balances, so that it would be perfect in the hand.
She knew her spells weren’t the best, since she had only learned the basics of using herbs and spells, but they did enough to work.
Irith picked up the sword and walked over to Wayland. “Here†she said. “A sword that in my opinion is good enough for Odinâ€.
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<p>However, there was a caution, since gold is notoriously malleable. Good for crafting, but not the sturdiest kid on the block. Thank everything it wasn&;t going to be used for battle. Strength spells are resistant and my whole body ached by the time I finished.</p>
<p>Still, what Adris was creating was beautiful, and suddenly I had a super idea of what to do with that claymore she and Odin were embellishing. It would move of its own accord: a truly magical weapon in every way! I looked at Eddo and he nodded, instinctively knowing what I wanted. We linked minds and I took his keen energy to enhance the mobility.</p>
<p>Yes, we had done it! Make it wolfish, Odin! Let Adris once more kick battle butt. As they say, if you want a good man for the job, hire a woman---and an Orphan!
<p>The next part would take awhile to make. Handles and sword guards where not to be taken lightly and must be forged strongly. I found a mould the smithy had that would make the perfect handle and guard. I poured the liquid metal into the mould and would have to wait. Once it was ready, I took some fine tools and heated the top of the handle. Odin came to sit beside me and I carved his face into the top bobble. It was only fitting that my Odin would go into the blade for the real Odin. I etched him in the entire handle. When the blade was finished, I felt pride. I thought it looked magnificent.</p>
<p>It was a double edged claymore, meant to be wielded with both hands and about 3 feet or so long. The handle was about 14 inches long and only weighed about six pounds. It was the finest blade I had ever crafted.
((ooc: please pretend the images are gold and not silver))
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Dise notices that Elethia hasn't said anything during her exchange with Wayland. Crossing her fingers to hope she's not summoning a massive fireball to annihilate Wayland with she hesitantly glances over. Mr. Scoots is swatting at Elethias ankle to get her moving, but she's just standing there with a dumbfounded look on her face. While they both try to shake her out of it, they don't realize the internal mini rant that Elethia is experiencing. Is that man insane?! He wants me to get dirty!! she shrieks internally. Mr. Scoots huffs out and smacks her as hard as he can which causes her to snap out of it. "Ouch! Wait that's right! imaginary light bulb appears over her head I have just the thing in my bag for this type of situation!" Elethia exclaims and then narrows her eyes at Mr. Scoots and gives him a dirty look Dise is glad that Elethia has snapped out of it and watches on the sidelines amused to see what she has planned. "Alright Wayland! You want an awesome sword for the Allfather---I'll give you one!" Elethia states confidently. "However before I start, what type of sword would suit him?" she asks Wayland nervously After Wayland relays to her what type of claymore that the Allfather would like, Elethia proceeds over to his workplace. Glancing around she notices that he has all of the materials that she needs and all that's left for her to do is to shape it into what Odin would like. She gathers some pieces of gold and silver and lays them on the side along with a rune that she pulled out of her bag. Removing from her bag, the scroll of making, she promptly directs it towards the items and casts in her mind an image of what she would like the sword to look like. Metals begin to warp and assimilate towards each other while the rune begins to engrave itself in the hilt. She directs Mr. Scoots to increase the fire from the hearth so that she can temper the blade appropriately. Once she sees the finished product, she smiles triumphantly as she casts it in a liquid to cool it off. She glances at the fine blade and observes that it meets all of his specifications of being two-handed with the blade being three feet seven inches, with handle of 14 inches, a foot of plain transverse guard, and weight of 6 and a 1/2 pounds. The rune has embedded itself in the blade forming the archaic symbol of the wolf. The handle is engraved with the purest gold. She's proud of her creation and hopes that it pleases the Allfather. She turns around and gestures at Wayland with the newly created claymore to see if it meets his approval... [IMG]http://i61.tinypic.com/dymz2d.jpg[/IMG]
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Talwyn makes the sword
“A golden sword? Sounds doable, especially since I nabbed this one from Fáfnir’s lair.†Talwyn stated, brandishing her loot. “Now, does Odin have any specific requirements or…?â€
DÃse leans over and tells Talwyn his preferences.
“I see. Never is an easy way out, is there?†She lightly tossed the sword in her hand, testing how heavy it was. “Yeah. I’m definitely gonna have to mod this one.†She blew her bangs out of her face. “Hey Gil, you know a thing or two about swords, right?â€
“My father was a swordsmith, but I only know the basics, like how to shape the metal.†The frog responded. “I could teach you a bit.â€
“That would be perf. So, let’s start, teach!†Talwyn quickly put her thick brunette hair in a ponytail and awaited further instruction.
“Alright. So the first thing to do is to hold the hammer like this…†Gilbert started his instruction.
After a few hours, Talwyn had successfully modified the sword to meet Odin’s preferences. The pixie held the blade up to the light. “Wow! Who knew, I have a knack for this kind of thing.â€
“Gold is perfect for novices since it’s a softer metal.†Gilbert responded half-jokingly.
“You shush your mouth.†Talwyn answered with slight exasperation. She examined the golden claymore again. “It looks a bit plain…Gil, do you know anything about decorating at all?â€
“No, unfortunately.†Gilbert frowns. “But I think you’re qualified enough to try something yourself.â€
Talwyn sighed. “Okay. I’ll try, I guess.†The pixie took out a few gold trinkets from her bag and got to work melting them down. “I think I’ve gotta make some sort of mold for this stuff, right?†She murmured to herself as she watched the gold trinkets melt. The pixie then wasted no time grabbing a nearby stone and chiseling it to make a wolf mold.
Talwyn checked the gold again, finding that it had completely melted. “Perfect!â€, she exclaimed, pouring it into her mold. As she waited for it to cool, she got to work heating up the blade enough to carve some protective runes into it. As soon as she was done, she stuck the golden wolf on the pommel. “And finished!†Talwyn could definitely say she was proud of what she had created, and was fairly certain that Odin would like what she made, too.
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A laborious task indeed, but one that immediately caught Cuinn's interest. He had put together his own sword himself, as a matter of fact. Cuinn listened to the man talk about what was required and preferred, settling on the idea of a sword that would function as a more decoration-al piece.
Of course though, he got to work on a pad to think of a design. Once he settled on how to bring together his thoughts and ideas, he gathered the material and stones he would need, settling in for the hours required to put together his creation.
Cuinn's Custom Sword
(Designed and drawn by myself, drag to your bar for the full size!)
Howl scowled in disgust. Forge a sword? He was a magician, not a blacksmith or a warrior. What did he know about swords?! He was tempted to refuse, but Calcifer came to his rescue. "Let me guide you," he crackled, "for flame and metal are what make up a sword." Howl agreed, but only after a good sulk.
Channeling Calcifer's fire, and letting his friend guide him, Howl forged a claymore to the given specifications, folding the metal over and over for the blade, to make it strong. The hilt he kept deceptively simple, with a grip of fine cloth added after the forging was finished. The crossguard received detail work in the form of interlace, and the single rune that represented Odin. Along the fuller, he etched an inscription, at Calcifer's suggestion: "I serve Odin All-Father with the grace of his valkyries, the swiftness of Sleipnir, his horse, and of Huginn and Muninn, and the ferocity of Geri and Freki." The entirety of piece was covered with a layer of gold leaf, and Howl added an enchantment to counter wear and tear. Still, should the leaf be damaged, it would be easy enough to repair. He hoped the finished sword would satisfy Wayland.
basic image of sword representation of interlace on crossguard
((Also, I totally found that /exact/ sword description on the Wikipedia page about claymores. ^.^))
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Alanna was well and truly stumped. They were screwed. She was a hunter, not a blacksmith. And certainly not one with the skill level as to forge anything for the Allfather himself. Like any respectable hunter, she knew how to make her own traps and bows but that was it.
"Mal... please, please tell me you have a secret hobby as a master blacksmith that you never told anybody." Alanna looked to her friend desperately. They couldn't let this get in the way of completing the rainbow bridge. They were so close!
"Uh... I'm afraid not. I've never forged anything before." Mal shrugged her shoulders helplessly and Alanna sagged in defeat. "BUT..." She made sure that Wayland was a good distance away and whispered in her friend's ear. "I do have a sword. A real fancy one at that."
"How?!" Alanna whispered back fiercely, as she pulled her friend away to talk in more privacy.
"Well... I don't know about you. But I got rather... handsy when we were in Fáfnir's cave..."
Alanna raised an eyebrow, "You don't mean..."
Mal grinned mischievously. "Yes I did. I couldn't resist grabbing some souvenirs. What's the point of adventuring if you don't get any rewards from it, huh?" She cleared her throat and settled down again. "Anyway... out of the bunch of stuff I grabbed, I saw this incredible-looking sword. I'm pretty sure it's a two-handed claymore that will be just-"
"Let me see!" Alanna demanded as she waited impatiently for her friend to produce it. Mal obliged and Alanna stared at it in awe. It was probably the most magnificent sword she had ever seen. "You have got an eye for treasure. But how did you hide this...?" She managed to choke out, relieved that they weren't so screwed after all.
"Glad you noticed I have taste! And you will be surprised what I can fit into my pockets!" Mal smiled proudly. "We can give this to Odin without being afraid of having to make some shoddy excuse for a sword. If I tried, it would probably come out as a toothpick compared to this baby!"
"But there's a problem." Alanna reminded Mal, "We're supposed to forge one right here. We can't just give it to him straight-up like that. He specifically asked us to make it."
"It won't be a problem if he thinks we made it..." Mal whispered sneakily as she looked in Wayland's general direction.
"But... that's trickery." Alanna frowned at the thought.
"So what? It's the only thing to do right now. Not one if us is a blacksmith. And not one of us can use a shred of magic. But both of us are awfully good at acting - even if I do say so myself." Mal pointed out and Alanna couldn't argue against her.
"Well how do you suggest we play the part then?" Alanna asked uncertainly.
"Easy. I got some smoke powder on me that should give you some cover while you 'forge' and I'll keep Wayland distracted so you can 'make' the sword." Mal said simply.
"So I'm the one forging then?"
"Uh... yeah... I mean, look at me, do I look like I can make a sword fit for a god? Nuh-uh. You look like you can though. With those big manly arms." Alanna glared at Mal and she relented, "Just kidding! But here's our plan." Mal quickly explained her plan for fooling Wayland. It wasn't something Alanna particularly wanted to do but she would do almost anything for that bridge shard.
Some time later
After several hours of much clanging, hissing, crackling and coughing, a sweaty and sooty Alanna emerged from the forge with a bundle in her arms. "Is it over?" Mal asked her friend as she and Wayland stepped close to take a look.
"It is complete." Alanna replied, exhausted. She truly felt as if she had been working non-stop for hours. Even if she didn't end up making it herself, Alanna was sure her hours slaving away at looking and sounding the part was enough. She was dead on her feet while Mal simply let the smoke powder do the work and chatted with Wayland as she waited for Alanna to "forge" the claymore.
Alanna opened up the bundle to reveal the fruits of her labor. "Oh my..." Mal's eyes widened for dramatic effect. "That is gorgeous! Amazing job well done, Alanna! I knew you could do it!" She winked at Alanna while Wayland examined the sword carefully and grinned in exuberance. Alanna managed a tired smile and nodded as she waited for Wayland's verdict.
The Claymore
Looks something like this. Just picture it with a longer handle. :)
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Chapter 20 – Aurvandill
Besides his grumpiness Wayland was a man to keep his word. As you successfully create the sword for Odin, he leads you to the next deity that might possess a piece of Bifröst: Aurvandill the luminous wanderer, also known as the morning star. Legends told that Thor waded from the north over Icy Stream and had borne Aurvandill in a basket on his back from the north out of Jötunheim. One of Aurvandill's toes had stuck out of the basket and became frozen; wherefore Thor broke it off and cast it up into the heavens, and made thereof the star called Aurvandill's Toe. It doesn’t seem easy to enter the territory of the stars, but DÃse knows a voyage spell to make it happen. All you have to do is close your eyes and wish for being there. You try and as you open your eyes again you see a young male with silvery hair and bright aura, floating in front of you. Aurvandill, you bet. “Nice to see you.†The morning star addresses you with an airy voice. “I didn’t get much visiting here. What is it that you seek?†DÃse illustrates your mission. “Oh, you mean this tiny bit?†He seizes a rainbow shimmering piece from one of his pockets. “I like the way it reflects my own glow. But I didn’t know it was missing. You can have it back.†Aurvandill hands it over to you. He leaves a white mark where his skin touches yours. It brightens and then disappears. Interesting. “Now you’re here… Maybe you can assist me with something. You see this huge cloud over there?†You and your fellow start following the outstretched finger of Aurvandill. Indeed there is a vast storm cloud. “This cloud blocks my beam to Asgard. I need it removed before sunset. Do you think you can do that for me? I’m kind of stuck here.â€
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The cloud seemed large and lumbering in the sky, as if taunting him to see what he could do. He pondered on it, quite lost in his own ideas.
Cuinn looked between his sword and his bird, trying to work out an idea. A cloud, fighting a cloud, that didn't make much sense to him. A head on approach would be hard for him to do given it's size. He'd have to approach this less directly, he thought.
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<p>Hlin looks around at the thickness of the cloud using the light from the shrine as a beacon. The force of the beam itself seems to be holding both girls and their companions from plunging through the clouds.</p>
<p>"So," Hlin muses, "if we had a nice strong wind, it could blow some of this away." An idea suddenly dawns. "Or, if we had FOUR strong winds..."</p>
<p>She whispers quickly to Adris, Eddo, and Odin. and, within a few moments, the four start making a terrible racket. Adris holds out loudly for the warrior like force of the North Wind, Hlin opines in almost a screech that the West Wind has won many victories for historic figure, Odin howls the heat of the East Wind across the sun, while Eddo yips loudly that the South Wind can bring in the whirlwind of a tropical storm.</p>
<p>Within minutes, it is utter chaos as the argument continues. However, there is a method in the madness, since everyone knows from many legends that the winds are full of pride and very competitive. With a bit of luck, the noise will wake all of them and lead to an epic:</p>
<p>BATTLE OF THE BLOWHARDS!
Then I tied Odin around the waist with a rope and then Hlin and Eddo and finally around myself. Then I tied it to a strong tree and we all held on for dear life whilst the winds howled and blew. I was going to need dynamite to fix my hair after this.
<p>By the time dawn arrives, there are only a few feathers of mists remaining. The four winds have each declared themselves winners and gone out for Blue Cloud Ale, always a favorite. Hlin and Adris will probably spend days untangling their hair and brushing their companions, and everyone&;s throat feels windburnt and raw.</p>
<p>Say, about that ale....