"Well met Floki. Where are we going for arrows? ""I know of some elves."
"Excellent. The Alfar-kin always make good arrows."
Hyzzah!!!
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Pip settles on the raven's back and strums Lucile
" Hrafna-Flóki,
keen of eye
Quick of wit
Master of sky
Fly me to an icy land
Where the Alfar dwell
Shafts of crystal, heads of silver
Weapons quick and fell
Hrafna-Flóki,
Noble flyer
Bird of wisdom
Take us higher!"
He flies you to the south a spell, to a forested mountainside.
You can see a fortress high on the side of a slope grown from a massive tree; that, he says, is the elven redoubt....
Pip goggles at the massive tree/fortress growing from the forbidding mountain face.
"Boy you gotta be airborne to even get to this burg!"
He looks about
"Are these folk peaceable types, Floki? And do they like music?"
"They like music, but they are elves that reside in Jotunheim.
So, they're not tree huggers. Well, they do hug trees, but.....you know what I'm saying."
"Gotcha. So stirring warrior epics are the thing."
Pip looks down at his companion
"Say, Floki, is there anything I can do for you? This was a nice turn taking me to to the Alfar's treefort."
"I'd like a little hat or something. With a strap so it stays on my head."
Pip grins
"You got it."
He looks down as they circle in.
"Do they have a weaponsmith quarter or something?"
"They got smiths and bowyers and fletchers. They don't do quarters."
"Then a fletching we shall go!"
They are dour, cheerless folk these elves, but they'll take Pip's coin. It spends.
"What do you plan with these arrows?" asks the fletcher he is led to.
Pip shrugs
"Not sure yet. It seems every time me and my crew go a-travelling, some group of baddies comes along to make things interesting. It pays to come prepared."
"That it does.
Giant arrows, dragon arrows; those are the hot commodities in Jotunheim. But I am no Norn, and cannot forecast your future, good Pip;" says the grizzled, dour, elven fletcher.
Pip looks over the merch
"I need some basic magic arrows and I'm thinking mayhap some arrows of slaying. I got good use out of my last dragon slayer, shot it at two different dragons and killed one. Also bane arrows. Hmm .."
Pip looks up at Legolamb the fletcher
"Is there a milliner about? I gotta buy a jaunty hat for a raven"
"Something like that.....aye. Fiina makes hats, and such."
Pip bundles up his purchases and heads to Fiina's shop
"Good day madam! I am looking for a very special portmanteau. Something dashing, yet elegant, with a chin strap. Something that says 'I am an up-and-coming bird-about-town'"
"raaak!"
the woman named Fiiina looks up and smiles sorrowfully; "it's been a while since I made a hat for a bird..."
"Well, I'm sure it's like hamstringing an Orc. You never really forget how."
"True...."
she starts by getting some measurements from the raven.
She fawns over Altai; he's their mealticket she reckons.
Gives him candy and strudel and whatnot.
"We must put some meat on these bones!!!!" she observes.
She seems to interact with Altai as if he is a little kid.....it's hard for her to grok that he's not an 8 year old, since that's about how big he is.
The others eventually find Altai working on a giant lollipop and cradling a mug of hot chocolate. "I could get used to this," he grins.
Heh heh.....
Gjetost facepalms
Elgan is found nearby, drinking chocolate like Altai out of a cup the size of a soup toureen. He lifts his face, revealing a chocolate mustache that resembles a goatee.
"Iz guud yeh. We don' hev nuttin' lahk dis in deh Dreadwood dat's fer shure Chere'!" He smacks his lips happily.
Yeah; that's cool.
right on.
Who's doing what?
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Pip and Floki fly back to Gjetost's steading
"Hrafna-Floki
Wisest of ravens
Wend us back
From Alfar's haven
Stokkrborg had many beauties
Gleaming steel and shining gold
But we must return to home now
'Ere the day should grow too old!"
"I'm feeling better...."
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Right on.....
"That's good to hear, Beldan. Now, you mentioned someone named Ilina the Fair's earlier. Who is she, and what'll happen to her?"
"She's a Tsarina, on another Oerth. I don't know but her Oerth is not long for existence.
There are small rocks, and these rocks spin around other small rocks. Some of the rocks are electric.
When they chop these rocks in half, the world will end.
I know it sounds crazy but it's true."
Pip hops off Floki when they alight and sends the raven off with a wave
"Thanks again for the trip to Stokkrborg!"
He goes inside to see what is up with the others
"Guys the elves here have a city carved into this huge pine tree growing out of a massive cliff! And they were all like stone-faced grim dressed in furs and chain mail. Real hardcore. Good prices though!"
Pip holds up a wrapped bundle
"Actual snow leopard cheese! These grim long-ears MILK snow leopards!"
Huzzzzzuzzzzah!
"Aye;" says one of the huskarls. "They have always been a cheerless lot." He's thoughtfully;
"Never any trouble though. For us."
Pip cuts a sliver of cheese off with his eating knife. He grimaces
"Snow leopard cheese sounds way cooler than it tastes. No wonder those Alfar were a surly bunch, eating this stuff."
"It predates their discovery of predator milk cheese. Goes back to the time when the light and dark elves had their schism."
"Cat cheese? No wonder the light elves drove out the dark ones."
"There was a bit more to it than that. They be not dokkalfar though; merely cast outs."
Emrael quietly asks the charismatic bard if he can locate a weaponsmith, perhaps a priest, that would be able to enhance her sword. She is also curious if someone can improve the protective nature of her cloak. "I have heard of swords that are more effective against those tainted by evil. We seem to encounter a number of such creatures and would like to improve Cutter against such foes. And if my cloak can help me shrug off more of their foul magicks, more the better."
right on.
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Who wants to do what?