“Oh? Was ... er, Is your father someone important?”
"Uh,.....to me he is......
oh, well, not as important as my mother."
“Right.” Beldan has edged away from Hnoss a little, not wanting her to do that creepy touching thing again. “So ... um ... what now?”
"I don't know."
she focuses on the turtle;
"I....sense no evil in it now...."
heh heh...
holding hand grenades IRL is f@~~ing scary.
It's fun though.
That's kewl; I gotta crash anyhow's.
"I don't know."
she focuses on the turtle;"I....sense no evil in it now...."
Pip gives the turtle a long look
"I don't know if there is a way to check, but even if Loki didn't change your father into Svipdag, from the tales I have heard about him it is the kind of jape that would keep him chuckling for days."
heh heh...
holding hand grenades IRL is f&%%ing scary.
Off topic:
"See you around, I'm sure." Altai waves goodbye to the trickster god as he slinks off.
He turns to Elgan. "What the hell do you ask a god of deceit? Seems kinda useless - one of those 'I always lie, including this statement' sort of situations. He's Hnoss' dad, of course." He leans back and picks up another bottle. "Gjetost! Grab a few and come join us! We'll tip back a couple while we wait for Beldan to come back and check that chest."
Beldan comes back.
“No sign of any more treasure – oh, or Hnoss’s dad,” he adds quietly. “Remains of some dead giants, dead dragons ... that’s about it. Now, let me have a look at that chest ... you’ve checked it for magic? Nothing? Good, magical traps can be a bugger ...”
Beldan investigates the chest for traps, then attempts to disarm and / or unlock the chest as required:
heh heh...
holding hand grenades IRL is f&%%ing scary.
Off topic: ** spoiler omitted **
Pretty much the same here.......Basic Training; where else can you hold a hand grenade?......heh heh.
Beldan comes back.
“No sign of any more treasure – oh, or Hnoss’s dad,” he adds quietly. “Remains of some dead giants, dead dragons ... that’s about it. Now, let me have a look at that chest ... you’ve checked it for magic? Nothing? Good, magical traps can be a bugger ...”
Beldan investigates the chest for traps, then attempts to disarm and / or unlock the chest as required:
Beldan's able to open the chest; wasn't trapped, but it takes a while because the lock is rusty. WD-40 squirted in,....and it works like a charm.
The chest is lined with red felt, and sitting on the felt is a veritable rural sky of constellations of diamonds...
50,000 g.p. worth, in varying sizes.
"See you around, I'm sure." Altai waves goodbye to the trickster god as he slinks off.
He turns to Elgan. "What the hell do you ask a god of deceit? Seems kinda useless - one of those 'I always lie, including this statement' sort of situations. He's Hnoss' dad, of course." He leans back and picks up another bottle. "Gjetost! Grab a few and come join us! We'll tip back a couple while we wait for Beldan to come back and check that chest."
Gjetost finds a keg; lumbers along with it, swigging here and there.
"Uh," he says, "I truly doubt that Hnoss is kin of Loki. All his get,......there's inevitably something not right about them. He couldn't throw a Hnoss, I'd stake my watch and warrant on it."
"Wow, nice diamonds ...
"Yes, I agree with the giant, the otter couldn't be her dad. She hasn't got a tail for starters ... well, that we're aware of ..." Beldan glances in Hnoss's direction suspiciously.
You haven't seen one.
Beldan keeps glancing at the treasure, but he feels bad about starting a discussion of splitting it while Hnoss is around being a downer.
Elgan shrugs at Altai's comment.
"Tru' 'nuff dat chere'. STill an' all, seems kinder a shame not teh try an ask'im sumt'in'. Ah means, jes fer deh storee yeh get teh tell yer kids lateh, raght?" He grins mischievously.
Heh heh...
"Maybe Hnoss' dad went here, and then moved on somewhere else? Loki just told her, or someone else who would tell her later, that her old man was here so he could settle a score with the big beast."
"Loki told me that the Dragon imprisoned my father....." she adds in.
"He wasn't.....that powerful of a spellcaster..." she interjects;...
“I think we might be on a wild goose chase here,” Beldan says. “Loki stiffed Hnoss – her old man isn’t here, if he ever was. I’m ... at a loss to know where we would look for him. Sorry Hnoss.”
"It's allright. I'm sorry I wasted your time." she says.
“Oh no ... it wasn’t a waste of time,” says Beldan. “We got rid of a big bad dragon ... that’s got to count for something. We killed a few annoying trolls and an equally annoying dwarf. And, we’ve been quite well compensated,” he glances at the new rapier at his hip.
"Well,....that's good. I guess I can go home then. Nothing else here.
If you're ever in Asgard, tell them Hnoss Freyjasdottir calls each and every one of you friend and ally....."
"Asgard, ye say?" interjects a drunken Stigg;
"Och; I'd lahk t' hitch a ride wi' ye,....a heaven o eternal beer,...."
Huzzah!
"I still think the dragon could be Hnoss' father shape changed. Anyone know a way to check it out?
"How 'bout the other way around - Svipdag changed his shape into a human and sired Hnoss? Wouldn't that explain her old man's antisocial behaviour? He limits interpersonal contact and keeps constantly moving to avoid discovery."
Elgan's beady little elvish eyes widen till they threaten to swallow his ears as he listens to ALtai's theory.
"Wow. Jes', wow. Dat's purty messed up. An' ah've seen sum t'ings in deh dreadwood. An' since ah've started hangin' roun' yew guys,..."
"You know, Hnoss, I can restore the dragon's mind tomorrow. Maybe he can tell us something then."
"Um,... Iz dat reeeely a guud idear?" Elgan asks, nervously glancing at the ill-tempered, fortunately-currently-brain-dead turtle.
"AH means, he'll steel be a turtle, but draguunz iz sharp. Las' t'ing we need iz him teh figger out a way teh change back! He maght be jes' a tech cranky!"
Hnoss:
"I could wait until then; I've been this long."
Anything you guys want to do? If not,
"Yeah, he'd be the world's most pissed-off turtle. However, he shouldn't be able to cast spells, so he should not be particularly dangerous."
Hell with it; it's the next day.....it all goes by pretty much not fraught with peril.
The turtle is there; he's snarky......
Pip glances at the snarky alligator turtle
"So can we communicate? Or do we need our resident tree-hugger to do it for us?"
He peers over at Egan and starts a perky set of notes on Lucille
"Calling Egan! "
"Gaaah! Anal nathrach! Uth vas bethadd! dochyel dienvey!!! Damn you! I cannot cast! You BASTARDS!!!"
Yeah; you can communicate; I decided he has vocal cords for some reason.
"Well, Svipdag, we came here looking for the father of fair Hnoss over there." Altai nods at the shieldmaiden. "Apparently you held him prisoner. Now, would you know anything about that?"
"No.
Svipdag holds no prisoners.
Svipdag slays, and is content."