Cronus was not one for big rowdy crowds. And not only would there be a rowdy crowd, but a rowdy crowd filled with giants (drunk giants). And now he had to change into something else uncomfortable. He went to find something and when he came back, he was in a different outfit.

"Well, it isnt too bad..." He mumbled. "Let's get this over with, Dise..."

[IMG]http://i58.tinypic.com/2ebhenr.png[/IMG] Talwyn wet her lips. A male giant, huh? She had always wondered what it was like to be tall; she supposed this was her chance. “But where will we get clothes…” The pixie faced the same problem yet again-- how was she to pay for clothes? She had literally given away the last of her more valuable possessions to get a pair of scissors and some thread to make a cloak for Genius, and she highly doubted giants would have a need for flower wreaths or dried herbs or tiny clothes made out of petals. There was really only one thing left to do. She shared her grand idea with the rest of the group. “I r-really don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Gilbert’s voice quavered. “You guys have to help me. I can’t steal enough clothes for three people by myself!” “I’ll help”. Díse piped up. “You’re bloody insane!” Gilbert yelled. “What if we rush in and get crushed by the giant shopkeeper, huh? What then?” “We don’t exactly have much of a choice. We don’t have the resources to pay for three sets of clothing.” Díse reasoned. “Besides, we’re only ‘borrowing’ them. We’ll return them after the carousel.” “Sounds like a plan.” Talwyn said, raring to go. And so the trio crept into a nearby marketplace to scope for potential places to “borrow” giant’s clothing from. Soon enough, they found a target-- a snoring shopkeeper who was slumped over a stall with lots of various reveling garb. Without hesitation, Talwyn, Gilbert and Díse each grabbed a random set of clothing before dashing off to see their catches of the day.

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( Pressed on time, sorry. x-x )

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Another poem? As if the first one he somewhat said was poetic in any way. His sigh came off as frustrated, but Cuinn knew there was no point debating this. It was all among the "varied tasks" he had to do to get the Bifröst splitters - of which apparently all would help him in the long run.

He pondered the thought for a moment. If he were ever to settle down somewhere he supposed he could try more writing, however silly the idea sounded to him at the start of his journey.

"Alright, give me some paper. I can at least try this..."

( Forgive me i'm so rusty with poems. -_- )

Cronus was never one for the spotlight. In his spare time he would write short "haiku" poems. Sometimes, they were the only things to help him sleep before a battle. It would take him just a few moments to think of something, anything, and come up with a short three line poem. Once he completed it in his mind, he would repeat it to himself over and over until he fell asleep; a form of meditation, if you will. He started to remember his last poem:

Eventide darkness Alabaster moon shining Path illuminated

He could not remember how he came up with it, but he remembered that his mind always comes back to it. He would meditate on this whenever he felt stuck. Once he awoke the next morning, he felt refreshed and the solution to the problem that vexed him the night before would present itself to him "on a silver platter" one would say.

He figured a Haiku would not work. He would have to come up with something else more detailed and a bit longer. He would not sing, Cronus didnt think his singing voice wasnt all that great. (Of course, he never really tried.)

Ambrose, sitting on Cronus' shoulder, nuzzled his face, almost as if to encourage his master to sing to please the god of music more. "Alright, Ambrose...but dont blame me if I sound terrible."

Cronus knew what the song would be about. Clearing his throat, he began to sing his impromptu song.

During the song, Ambrose swayed back and forth and his tail lazily thumped to the beat of the song. Cronus sang in an uncommonly low tone that would almost make for the perfect male opera singing voice. He was surprised when he got applause after he finished his song.

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"Oh how I love to sing!" Elethia exclaims excitedly while spinning in a circle. Dise smiles in amusement at her, but then frowns as she notices Mr. Scoots slinking off with his paws covering his ears. "Um Elethia why is Mr. Scoots sneaking off? Is something wrong?" Dise nervously asks. Elethia pauses in midspin and notices that Mr. Scoots is hiding huddled outside the building as if preparing for the noise from an explosion. Elethia huffs and growls out "Fine you grouchy cat! I won't sing! Humph!" Mr. Scoots reenters the building looking relieved and Dise begins to wonder if he saved her from a terrible fate.

"Well then now that you decided on a poem Elethia, do you have any ideas in mind?" Dise asks. "Hmm...well here's one that I like..."Elethia murmurs

Elethia says her poem and notices how quiet everyone has gotten. She turns to Dise and murmurs "Sorry for the melancholy, but I figured I'd say a poem in memory of my Mom." Dise smiles and tells her that her Mom would be happy with the poem.

(OOC: Hlin's lyrics are based upon the actual story of the dwarven god, Abcan, who had a bronze boat with a tin sail. He was tasked with ferrying the goddess Ruad to meet her lover Aed Sronmar, a human. However, as she crossed, mermaids lured her with their singing and pulled her off the boat into the waters, where she drowned since she had given up immortality by leaving the Otherworld. Obviously, Arwen and Aragorn had better luck. 😃 )

Both Kathryn and Mjrn looked at eachother slightly confused over the idea of dressing up and pretending to be a man. They both swapped out to get changed in order to get past the giant guard.

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If I have to be a man, I'll at least be a prince Kathryn mumbled. She laughed at how uncomfortable Mjrn looked especially with her muscles showing. The two of them hoped that their ensembles would get them in to see Logi.

Happy to have survived the party with another splinter of the Bifrost in hand the two adventurer's changed back into their normal attire. Next thing they knew the group of them with Dise were already headed in a direction towards the destination of the next piece of the Bifrost.

Meeting up with Abhcan mac Bicelmois was a bit of a surprise, he asked for them to either recite a poem or make a song. With a slightly lost look on her face Mjrn looked to Kathryn, "What do you suggest we do? Poem or Song?" Kathryn brushed her hair back over her shoulder and smiled back to Mjrn with a smug grin on her face, "We'll do both of course! You better start writing up some words while I work on the music!" With that the two got to work right away.

Mjrn pulled out her journal and started to write some lyrics that rhymed about their journey while Kathryn looked around Abhcan's residence for an instrument to work with. Asking politely if she could use a violin leaning delicately against the wall, Kathryn started to play different tunes and wrote down a bunch of notes on a borrowed piece of journal paper from Mjrn.

Sharing ideas for the tune and rhyming lyrics the two of them were quite proud of the work they came up with for the god of music.

With that done the two stood there waiting to see if they had please the god the music with their music and poem.

Howl suppressed a groan. Poetry or song? Ugh, this was not something he was good at. Not for the first time, he lamented not paying better attention in English class. But surely he could manage something? A simple rhyme, that shouldn't be too hard. He thought about a haiku, but he couldn't recall how many syllables were in each line. What else was short and fairly simple? Oh, he had it. A limerick. But what to write about?

It took him a while, but eventually Howl managed to come up with something he thought would do:

"Some nights the skies give birth, And baby stars fall to the earth. If you catch one, Power will come But the price is more than it's worth."

(( Oh my gosh, you wrote a song? , I think this deserves bonus points!))

((OOC: Yeah she made the music and I wrote the words. ^-^ She's awesome! Also the lyrics might be easier to see if you drag the image to your address bar))

Mjrn pat Skarn gently on the head as she looked to Kathryn anxious if the god of music liked what they came up with. In the meantime the little wolpertinger bounced around the pair to stretch his legs.

Thank you ^__^ I don't have much skills for writing, so I thought I'd help out in ways I can do ;w;

Nightowls

Alanna's head was hurting a little. All the alcohol she had been drinking was starting to take its toll. First the drinking challenge with the dwarves to get the cloak, then trying to get Logi drunk enough to hand over the piece of the Bifröst without a fuss. She was glad this next challenge was more of the intellectual kind but wasn't too sure it would help her headache all that much.

Mal on the other hand, seemed to be faring a lot better than her. "Hey Mal... you got a song or two up your sleeve?" Alanna groaned as she leaned heavily against the wall. "I admit, I'm not much of a singer. But if that's what it takes to get a piece of that bridge, well... I can think of worse things we could be doing than jamming it up with the god of music."

"I'm no musical genius or anything but I can try to whip something up in a jiffy!" Mal started pacing around in the god of music's abode, the gears in her brain clearly turning. "What can we sing about...?" Alanna gave her a weird look. "Nothing depressing. Something that tells a story. Hell, we have plenty of stories already just from this quest alone. Just pick something..." Alanna groaned, trying to focus on coming up with something. "Give me a pencil and some paper. I'll write something." Mal rummages through her belongings and hands them over to Alanna.

Alanna began to write words down, counting in her head while trying to remember all the details of their journey so far. After a few moments, she put the pencil down and handed the piece of paper back to Mal. "There... now we just need a tune." Mal quickly read through the song, occasionally humming as she tried to find a melody to go with it. "I got it! Here, take this." She handed Alanna a lute while she herself picked up a pan pipe she found in the god of music's home. "I'll start the tune to show you how it goes and you join in."

[IMG]http://i59.tinypic.com/2chxnc8.png[/IMG] The pixie scrambled to come up with a song. “Well, you see, I don’t really sing much…” “Music is all about channeling your inner self. So long as you’re not tone deaf, you’ll be able to spin out a little something.” The god of music smiled. “Go on. Jam.” Talwyn tried taking deep breaths to calm herself down, and then wracked her brain for possible song ideas. And then it hit her. “Hey Gilbert, mind keeping a beat?” Talwyn asked her companion. “Does it have to be anything fancy?” The frog questioned. “No. A simple one will do. You’re the best!” Gilbert went along with the pixie’s whims, and tapped his foot to a beat. After feeling the rhythm, Talwyn spoke up again. “Alright. This one goes out to Gilbert, who’s been with me through thick and thin. Let me break it down for ya.” Without further hesitation, the pixie broke into song.

“Gilbert here, my man, he’s the absolute
best! Puts the M-V-P in the open
    to test! Commits wholly in the moment,
    nothing he’d not do, and he’s sharp to boot!
    A few times he’s helped to clean up some brutes,
    Together we’ve swum across an ocean,
    and lakes, too! We’ve done puzzles for tokens,
    but at times, I want to put him on mute.”

At this, Gilbert croaked indignantly. Talwyn ignored him and continued on with her rap.

   “Yes, he’s the best, but he’s naggy at times,
    when it comes to romance he’s the worst guide,
    and don’t get me started on his dumb jests.
    He might have shortcomings but they’re no crime,
    Our friendship’s definitely one to pride,
    And together we will conquer this quest!”

There was a pregnant pause. Then there were the sounds of clapping ricocheting off the walls. Talwyn couldn’t believe it. Abhcan actually liked her spur of the moment song? “...You know it wasn’t an ocean, right? I-it was just a river.” Gilbert shifted around in embarrassment. “Try to be more accurate next time.” The pixie shrugged, and smiled sheepishly. “It rhymed.” Abhcan cut in. “Bravo, bravo! You’ve really got it in you.” The god of music then handed over his shard of the Bifröst, as promised. “I see you two have got a deep history. You’ll succeed in your quest, there’s no doubt about that!”

((apologies for the lack of rhythm in the poem. I wanted to try my hand at a petrarchan. This was super fun ^^))

Amarantha sighd. "A song? About anything?"

'It would have been easier if he had chosen a topic...' She mused to herself.

Pacing slightly she thought about what to sing about - such a vague request...

After a few minutes, Amarantha stared at her own bracelet, decorated with the moon and stars and smiled. Grabbing a piece of paper she started writing. A few minutes passed.

Finally done, she turned and began her song.

When she finished, Amarantha sighed. "It's the original story of how the sun and moon and thusly dark and light came to be."

"The legend says that after the people of the world became numerous, the creators Light and Dark grew tired to watching over them and wanted to move on to other tasks. But the people wondered what would become of the world for it had been Light and Dark always changing day to night by their own hands." She explained softly.

"So the Light created the sun, which was far too bright and hot; it scorched the land and drove many to hide in the shadows. Dark made the extreme opposite: a night without any light that left people wandering around blindly." Amarantha said. "So the people fought and killed until Light and Dark came around and changed things."

"Dark made the daylight not do bright or hot and Light added the moon to the sky at night so people could see... At least, that's how the legend goes."

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"Normal horse or not, it still...(redacted) or something right?" Cuinn asked, looking over to Díse.

He wasn't exactly sure if it applied to these sort of things or not, but chasing after Gulltoppr wasn't getting them anything. It looked like a game for the horse. Thankfully they could at least have it within the ravine, if they blocked the road out.

"I think we're just encouraging it, if we keep running after. Maybe it'll tire out or get bored..."

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Exhausted, Elethia stops for a moment to catch her breath. She glances over at Dise and sees that she isn't doing well either. "Confound it! Does that horse think this is some type of game?!" Elethia growls out. "You! Stay right there! I'm going to kick you in the butt when I get a hold of you!" she points at the horse menacingly. Only silence echoes back through the ravine as Elethia tries to figure out a way to catch the slippery creature. Dise wonders why Elethia hasn't said anything else and then looks at her and notices her state of befuddlement. "I swear I think the horse winked at me." splutters Elethia.

"Look Elethia, this is getting us nowhere. Lets put our heads together to figure out how to catch Gulltoppr to get the next piece and continue on our quest." Dise states