“Could we planeshift to that Sigil place? Or the big tree? And then find a way to Asgard from there? Hmmm, but even if we went via one of those places, what’s to say we’d end up any closer to where we want to go than with planeshifting straight there. Hey, could we planeshift then teleport? Oh, you have to know what we’re you’re going looks like to teleport don’t you?”
"The easiest way to get to get to Asgard is by having Oso shift us there. Of course, Asgard is the realm of hero-gods, swarming with giants, dragons and other big game - and Oso's spell is far from accurate. We may end up on top of a giant-infested glacier with no way of knowing where we are or where we are going. Climbing the Yggdrasil - which, by the way, is quite real - is a better way to arrive, but it is not necessarily easy to get to. Also, it is full of extraplanar travelers who may or may not be looking for a scrap."
"All methods will be dangerous. Let's research a place we'd like to travel to first, and then weigh the pros and cons of how we get there."
"Well....you're looking for a Giant. With wizardly abilities.
Anywhere in Jotunheim ought to suffice.The norns control fate there in Asgard; they'll get you where you need to go. If you believe in fate.
You need to eat too, all this golem making and spellcasting...wears you down, dearie."
"Waitaminutechere',... Did yew jes' say Asgard? Lahk deh REAL Asgard?! Where dey big-wigs hang out? Count me in! Dat soun' lahk a fuun road trip! Ah alwauus wanna' ta see whar hung 'er hat!"
She looks serious a moment;
"it is said thatthere are old gods there in the woods of Asgard, whose folk died out long ago. Fading gods, of a more viscious time."
" I would say we should have Oso shift us somewhere where we can walk in, not in the thick of things, as it were. Mayhap there is a portal to this Sigil place we can access? Always head to the hub of things I say"
"I've heard there's quite a few portals to Sigil there, deary. Not sure where, and I'm certain the locations aren't necessarily static. Not much is in a chaotic place.
Also a portal to the Abyss. Among other places."
huzzah!!!
Beldan leaves the travel arrangements to the magic men.
"Will we need supplies?"
It might be.....kinda cold.
"You might want some arctic clothing deary. I'm not sure what season it is in Asgard right now, but it's not known for its mild winters."
"You know what? I think I'll hire a guide. Give me a day to prepare, and you can all sit in on the job interviews."
Hmmm....very interesting.
Right on. Ready to supply that which you summmon.
After a night of research, Altai is ready to summon up an Asgardian guide. Whistling merrily, he draws up a gargantuan chalk circle on the rakshasas' ballroom floor, lining it with lit, sputtering candles. After the proper defensive incantations have been established, he gets to work on the proper summoning ritual; as it proceeds, a massive shape coalesces from the smoke of the candles...
A giant, 12 foot tall man coalesces inside the border of mystic scribblings. He wears goatskin breeches and carries a large stone club. He looks confused by it all, looking at the lot of assembled liliputians about him.
"How...have I here sich gotten?" he answers in oddly accented, oddly sentence structured common.
"Good morning, and welcome to the Flanaess!", Altai answers brightly. "I have summoned you through a magical formula, as my companions and myself would like to obtain your services. We need to travel to Asgard and seek out a giant wizard to perform a sorcerous ritual. In order to do that, we require a guide, and we were hoping you would agree to perform this task. You will be well compensated for your work, whether you want your payment in gold, magic, boastful stories or any other form of currency."
"I know a bit of the place."
He sits down once he realizes he isn't about to be attacked.
He puts his chin on his fist and thinks a while.
"Know you, the wizard that you seek?"
huzzah!!!
"Unfortunately, we do not know which wizard we should seek out, as our documents are lamentably lacking in specificity. We are assuming that there are quite a few giant wizards that can perform the ritual; however, we also assume that many of these may be unfriendly or even outright hostile. Thus, we need you to lead us to a friendly wizard."
He thinks a bit.....
"I know one. Called the Sky Wizard.
He's not really friendly. But he won't try to eat you. He'll brook with smallfolk such as yourselves.
Unless he's in a foul mood..."
<Eyes the giant with suspicion.>
<Eyes the giant with suspicion.>
Looks at the dwarf; "be thou Durin or Modsoggnir?"
Looks at the dwarf; "be thou Durin or Modsoggnir?"
<Stig scratches his belly, thinking.>
"errr. Mæch'Hæmmær."
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Looks at the dwarf; "be thou Durin or Modsoggnir?"
“Some say he can drink a tavern dry in an hour. Others say his beard is home to a small family of Jermlaine. All we know is, he’s called The Stig.”
"Hmmmm. So you don't know, dwarf. Interesting.
Midgard dwarves don't remember where they come from then."
Looks at the dwarf; "be thou Durin or Modsoggnir?"“Some say he can drink a tavern dry in an hour. Others say his beard is home to a small family of Jermlaine. All we know is, he’s called The Stig.”
"There's no dwarf alive that can outdrink me.
And I weigh less than most of them too."
huzzah!!!
"Hmmmm. So you don't know, dwarf. Interesting.
Midgard dwarves don't remember where they come from then."
<Growing up, Stig was always too drunk to mind the storytellers.>
Not like it'd stunt his growth or nuttin.
"There's no dwarf alive that can outdrink me."
Beldan looks over at Stig. "Sounds like a challenge ..."
"Just a statement of fact."
“Fair enough ...” Beldan gestures Stig and Altai over into a huddle. “We have to pay this guy for him to help us right? What about a drinking contest – if Stiggy can outdrink him, he works for us for free, if not we’ll pay him what he wants. You up for it Stig? I reckon you can take him.”
Elgan leans nonchalantly over in the corner the entire time. He watches teh proceedings with interest, but stays silent and mostly observes. He seems to radiate approval at the earthy smell of the summoned stone giant. And gives a quiet snort, once, when Beldan mentions a challenge.
"Whut?" He answers Beldan's silent question with a shrug.
"Iz not lahke iz much uv a challenge Chere'. Ah don' care how big yeh a'e, Dey ain't no way dat yeh kin outdrink Stig'. An' 'ees got sech a head start dat yeh'll nevah catch up anyways!"
"Ah'm im-mune tah paison, an AH ain't gonna try it!"
"Um,... sorry Altee,... Yew were sayin'?"
"Where's the booze?"
"How much you gonna pay me?"
"you got any kind bud?"
"How much you gonna pay me?"
"I am prepared to offer you 250 pieces of gold, or goods of equivalent value, per day you work for us. I am a craftsman of some skill; I could make you enchanted arms and armour if you want that. We could conceivably pay you in alcohol and foodstuffs, or we could give you the sum in gold and jewelry."
"Um, and while the concept of a drinking contest sound quite amusing, we will need to agree to a contract before any such thing can take place. You know, with the nature of summoning spells being what they are. Of course, once we are in agreement, we can all drink to our hearts' contents."
"you got any kind bud?"
Pip plinks a few mellow chords on Lucille
"Now in the laid-back Amedio town of sunny Sasserine
Lived a dwarf named Stig Mæch'Hæmmær - you probably know his kind
he was stoned 215 of his 218 years, and his story was widely told
that he could smoke them faster than anyone can roll
Well, his legend finally reached Asgard, just past the Bifrost Bridge
where dwelt a mighty stone giant, up on a rocky ridge.
He's been rolling dope since time began, now he took a cultured toke
and said "Fafnir, I can roll them faster than any DWARF can smoke"
"How much you gonna pay me?""I am prepared to offer you 250 pieces of gold, or goods of equivalent value, per day you work for us. I am a craftsman of some skill; I could make you enchanted arms and armour if you want that. We could conceivably pay you in alcohol and foodstuffs, or we could give you the sum in gold and jewelry."
"Um, and while the concept of a drinking contest sound quite amusing, we will need to agree to a contract before any such thing can take place. You know, with the nature of summoning spells being what they are. Of course, once we are in agreement, we can all drink to our hearts' contents."
He thinks a while.
A long while.Then;
"I will do it for 1000 gold up front. And 250 gold per day after that.
I want to see your place here, and buy some things.
I also would like to buy some wenches of this place.
Then we will off to Asgard.
I will fight beasts of the field,
and dead thing that walk.
I will fight aeserfolk, and vanir folk.
I will fight dwarves and elves.
I will fight giants at my discretion.
I am not a young idiot spoiling for glory, so my advice will never be foolhardy advice. These are my terms. Take them, or leave them."
heh heh
"you got any kind bud?"
Pip plinks a few mellow chords on Lucille
"Now in the laid-back Amedio town of sunny Sasserine
Lived a dwarf named Stig Mæch'Hæmmær - you probably know his kind
he was stoned 215 of his 218 years, and his story was widely told
that he could smoke them faster than anyone can rollWell, his legend finally reached Asgard, just past the Bifrost Bridge
where dwelt a mighty stone giant, up on a rocky ridge.
He's been rolling dope since time began, now he took a cultured toke
and said "Fafnir, I can roll them faster than any DWARF can smoke"
I've read a few of his things....heh heh.
He thinks a while.
A long while.
Then;
"I will do it for 1000 gold up front. And 250 gold per day after that.
I want to see your place here, and buy some things.
I also would like to buy some wenches of this place.
Then we will off to Asgard.
I will fight beasts of the field,
and dead thing that walk.
I will fight aeserfolk, and vanir folk.
I will fight dwarves and elves.
I will fight giants at my discretion.I am not a young idiot spoiling for glory, so my advice will never be foolhardy advice. These are my terms. Take them, or leave them."
"Deal! I honestly have no idea where you can consort with womenfolk your size, but everything else strikes me as eminently reasonable. Here is a thousand gold to start you off." Altai retrieves a bag of gold he brought along for this purpose.
"We'll need a couple of days to prepare for our journey. Any advice on gear we might need would be appreciated. Until then, it would probably be for the best if you stayed on this island unless accompanied by one of us - the local are under some threat by local giant tribes and will react badly to seeing one inside the city walls. I can magically shrink you down to my size to make it easier to get around here, but that formula's duration is limited."
Altai breaks the chalk circle to allow the giant to get up and move about. "Our final task here before departing for Asgard is to return a large group of dark elves to their homeland. We shouldn't face any fighting, but I'd like you to come along anyway. Perhaps the svartalver could tell you some interesting stories along the way?"
"Can you shrink me, and make me look human? That way I could walk around some."
"Can you shrink me, and make me look human? That way I could walk around some."
"You'll look human enough once you are reduced in size. I'll need to reset my memorised spells - tomorrow, you'll walk around unnoticed on the streets of Sasserine."
Back in a bit; gonna watch a flick....
Back in a bit; gonna watch a flick....