You guys go outside, It's morning. The longboat is waiting; she has gathered a ragtag crew of ogres to row it to the island, and the Fishwife is at the steerboard.
"Ready to board the Witch's Teat?" she cackles out to the party. The tower looms above the island. You feel like.....you're being watched.
Beldan Vale wrote: “Well,” says Beldan to the hag, “I really, honestly think we have a good chance of killing this dragon. If you were to help us – nothing too obvious so there’s no fallout on you in the outside chance we fail, just small things, like lending us your boat and giving Altai some of your youth bombs – then you’ll be on the winning side, and we’ll remember it when it comes to distributing the dragon’s hoard.” "Yeah; he doesn't care. They ALL think they have a chance of defeating him. I'll row you guys over in the morning, or whenever; not tonight, though. My rheumatism is acting up, and the cold mist of the Styx does naught but aggrivate my knuckles and ankles."
Beldan Vale wrote:
"I've always wondered that....I think there was more to the story maybe.....or it's symbolic in nature somehow."
Altai Iscarni wrote:
"That's what I'm working on;...." The girl says;
The boy says,
"I don't know where you mudsiders are from,.....but there was a famous hero of one midgardish place. His mother dipped him in the Styx, but for his heel, and she was able to make him invulnerable, utterly impervious to wounds of battle. But for his heel.
Beldan Vale wrote:
"That's too bad.....he looks to have a good lot of meat on him; no insult meant, of course."
Beldan Vale wrote: "Well ... ok ... thanks for the advice ma'am. So, have you heard of anyone surviving a battle with yonder dragon?" asks Beldan. "Oh, no. Not at all. He takes all comers, be they man, dwarf, elf.....hobbit.......giant," looks at Claw; "mongrelman golem,....."and she cackles a bit; "even other dragons! Especially them; he hasn't met a dragon he liked ever, I don't believe. All dead. Under the claws of Svipdag."
Beldan Vale wrote: “No thanks ma’am, I’ve just eaten, some delicious trail rations,” Beldan pats his stomach. “So, you must be able to hold your own if the dragon will leave you alone ... a powerful sorceress, or just a good neighbour? Anyway, we were wondering, if it's not too much trouble, could you advise us on the best way to get across or around the lake? Would you by any chance be willing to hire us your boat?” "Good neighbor, I suppose. Like I said,.....live, and let live. I'd say boat, or fly.Don't swim; yon strand is a stretch of that very River Styx. I do, indeed, ferry the odd dragonslayer over to the island. Svipdag doesn't mind in the least. One more gang of mice, under his claws."
Beldan Vale wrote: “Heh, heh, feces,” chortles Beldan, then turns to look at the hag. “Why grandmother … what big teeth you have … um, yes, we’re intending to slay the dragon. Is that his tower, over there across the lake? If you don’t mind me asking, how is it that you and your ... um, I’m sorry, are these two precious things your adopted children? Anyway, how can you live so close to the dragon in safety?” "Aye, lad......long of tooth I am." she looks in the direction of yon tower;"Aye, thither roosts the dragon Svipdag.
Would you like some strudel?"
Boy; "who the f!+% you calling fat, you f$++ing catoblepas!" Girl; "stfu a~&!!!!! {to Beldan}>>No; not you; uuuuh.....Sir, me mother doesn't live here.....she lives,....oh, I don't know...." and she blushes a bit; Hag...."come in! come in! out of the cold, deary...I have some nice treatsies for ye! Oh,.....you all must be here to have a go at Svipdag I take it? Well, dragonslaying's no good on an empty stomach!" |