To The Nine Worlds (Inactive)

Game Master Signore di Fortuna

Woden grins. "You have many gods in this world, yet you cannot accept one walking among you. Very well."

Woden summons a spear to his hand. "What sign shall I give you to prove that I am who I say I am?"

The paladin's hand drops to his sword instinctively before he realizes Woden wasn't planning on attacking. His wariness is visible on his face. "If you are a god, I have a pregnant woman whose child is cursed. Heal her and I shall believe you."

"You ask for a grand sign," Woden says. "Is your faith so small? As you wish, lead us to her, Barclay, son of Tomas, son of Berrin."

"Clever," Barclay says. "Follow me."

Woden nods to the group. "We shall be fine."

He sets off after the paladin and his retinue.

Thorgr takes Frostine's hand. "Woden must be feeling quite generous today."

Jerrica shrugs. "At least he's here with us. I wouldn't be able to explain just showing up here on a magical boat."

She nods while looking up at the heavily armored man, "He is who he says he is, I'm sorry for whatever you might have been through to make you have such doubt. We came here because we all had the same vision of someone who was in desperate need of help...though they are not in this place, we are here to see some friends of Jerrica before we head to where we are truly needed." She says in way of explanation as they walk. She didn't like that her God was being doubted so, even if it was from someone that was not as familiar with their beliefs. She would make sure that more people became familiar with just who Woden was, at the very least she would make sure he was not forgotten.

Being in yet another strange place with people she did not know and discussing faiths she did not understand she keeps quiet as they follow the armored man that spoke to Woden.

Keeping silent, Dagmarr squeezes Rosa's hand as they follow along.

Sig smiles, knowing that the man's questions would soon be answered.

I'm just gonna add this to what she said before since I wasn't thinking about it earlier.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Basically the diplomacy check is just there to help her convince them that they're not there to start any trouble and so that he knows she's not being a smart ass.

Rosa returns the light squeeze and looks up at Dagmarr, giving her a smile so that she knows she's alright.

Barclay leads you to a large inn and goes inside, holding the door open for you.

The proprietress of the inn looks up to see the group's arrival. Her eyes widen as she sees Woden. "Odin?"

Woden smiles. "So, you've heard of me?"

"Aye," the woman says, clearly awed. "What are you doing here?"

"Traveling," Woden answers. "You follow Skadi, do you not?"

"Indeed, oh wise Odin," the woman replies. "My shelter is yours for as long as you need it."

"My companions might," Woden says. "But I shall not be here long. I shall prove myself to Barclay here before I move on."

The woman gives Barclay a sidelong glance before nodding at the god. "I shall make rooms for them."

"My faith is not small," Barclay says in his defense. "There have been many strange things going on in this land for me to accept what new arrivals say at face value. If I had been more suspicious yesterday, we wouldn't have had an issue."

Thorgr nods at Barclay. "I understand, but it's a little offensive to ask a god for favors to prove himself."

He then nods at the woman running the inn. "Thank you for your hospitality. Are you from the north as well?"

"Odenheim," the woman answers, a tone of regret in her voice.

The name of his homeland triggers a reverie in Thorgr's mind, but he remembered Woden's words. This world was not his and this woman's Odenheim could well be different from his. "Well met. I am Thorgr and this is my wife, Frostine."

Staying close to Thorgr she has to remind herself that this is not the same world that they left and that no one was looking for her here. Giving the woman a warm smile she holds out her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you. It's nice to be back on the surface again, even if it is a different world."

Rosa stays quiet as they enter the Inn and just tries to take it all in, looking around as the others talk.

"I am Atlana, proprietress of this place," the woman says.

Barclay goes to one of the doors and opens it. "She'll be inside here."

Woden smirks. "In a hurry?"

Barclay shakes his head. "No, I figured if you have to leave, I wouldn't take up too much of your time."

Looking around she smiles again, "Well, it seems that you have a very nice place here Ms. Atlana."

"Thank you, Frostine," Atlana replies.

Moving a little closer to the large Northern woman she asks quietly, "Would you happen to know where I might get a couple of larger....ummmm....under support things? Mine seem to be a bit constrictive at the moment."

Atlana nods. "We have a tailor in town. If you follow the road outside to the north, you'll find her place."

She nods, "Thanks, I'm not sure how long we'll be here, but I'll be sure to see her before we leave."

Sig takes in the inn, glad to see that in this world it seemed that their northerners were welcome here. Were there some war or enmity among peoples, it could make things very awkward for similar travelers suddenly arriving out of nowhere. Once things were settled they would ask about Jerrica's friends.

Atlana nods as Woden heads into the tavern inside the inn. He approaches the serving girl there. "Minerva."

She looks at him and then at Barclay. "Who are you?"

"I am Woden, also known as Odin in these lands," Woden answers. "Barclay has asked me to aid you in the matter of your child's curse."

Minerva's eyes light up for a moment before a look of suspicion crosses her face. "What can you do?"

Woden waves his hand and a small golden heart appears in his hand. "I am a god. There is much I can do. Will you trust me?"

Minerva nods. "Very well, Woden."

Woden holds out his hand to the serving girl, who takes it. A gust of wind swirls around the room and the golden heart in Woden's other hand is gone. Instead, there is a stone heart in its place.

"What did you do?" Minerva asks.

"I have taken your curse away, so your child shall not know it," Woden says. "In return, on your last day, I shall come take you to Valhalla where you shall serve in my Golden Hall."

Minerva smiles. "A fair enough price."

"I thought so as well," Woden says with a chuckle. He then turns to the group. "If you are hungry, we can eat here. Otherwise, let us seek out Jerrica's friends."

Frostine just looks on in awe as their God removes the curse from the woman. She knew who he was and believed in him, but it still didn't change how amazing it was to see him perform such a deed.

Still feeling rather uncomfortable in her support she says, "Well, I wouldn't mind eating....but if you guys want to go ahead and find a place to sit and everything, there's something I really need to do first if I'm going to be able to eat anything." She says while trying not to let everyone know that she needed a bigger bra.

Still trying to wrap her mind around what she saw, she barely registers what Frostine says until she gets to the part of needing to leave....or at least that's what it sounded like.

Looking over at the sorceress she shakes her head, "And what...we're just supposed to let you go alone?"

She sighs, "Atlana told me where I need to go and it won't take me long to get there and back. This is a safe place and there's nothing for me to worry about here. I'll be right back, I promise. How much trouble could I get into here?" She asks innocently with somewhat of a smile on her face.

She just sighs and looks at Thorgr to see what he wanted to do.

"Would you like me to go with you?" Thorgr asks Frostine.

She thinks for moment before blushing lightly. He was her husband and there was really nothing to be embarrassed about. Placing a hand on his cheek she nods, "Alright love, you can come with me. We shouldn't be gone long." She says to the others before walking out of the tavern and the inn and heading in the direction that Atlana told her to go while holding Thorgr's hand.

Thorgr nods at Rosa and leaves with Frostine. "What is it that you're after?"

Looking up at him she gives him a kind of smile, "You know all those symptoms I was worried about not having? Well, I don't have to worry about that anymore. Certain things have become a little....swollen and tender and I need something to better....accommodate them." She tries to explain.

"Oh...okay," Thorgr says, comprehension slowly filling his eyes. "We don't need you to be uncomfortable."

She smiles as he starts realizing what she's talking about, "Thank you love. At least we never have to worry about actual clothing getting too tight as my sleeves allow my clothes to grow with me." She says as they arrive at the shop with the Tailor sign hanging over the door, "Here we are, this is the place Atlana told me to go to."

"If I'm not mistaken, I think it has to do with the symptoms of her pregnancy." Dagmarr says quietly to Rosa.

Rosa nods as she seems to consider Dagmarr's words, "Ooohhhh....oh okay. Well, I guess I can't fault her for not wanting everyone to tag along with her then. Let's find a place to sit and we'll wait for them to get back."

Jerrica finds a nearby table and sits down with Sig. "Are you hungry, love?"

Thorgr opens the door for Frostine and waits for her to enter before walking in behind her.

Frostine gives his cheek a kiss before entering the shop.

"A little," Sig replies, sitting beside Jerrica. "So any idea what your friends would likely be doing in a place like this? I don't mean how they got here but where we're likely to find them."

Taking Rosa's hand, Dagmarr finds them a table and sits, Drawing Rosa to her. "That was quite a journey.....what I remember of it."