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"You have at your assistance, the very man himself, Brewmeister Einer." He finishes with the imitation of swirling a cup before upending it's contents into his mouth. Einar listens with a mix of awe and amusement as Tyrus encourages the villagers to speak up. He almost fails to hold back a laugh as he hears his title, but he does admit it is quite fitting. He wonders what Tyrus would have said if he'd known about the truly fiery 'concoctions' he could mix...
"Well I hope you can put your sword skills to good use!" Einar replies as Tyrus tells of his abilities. "Now, as for myself, you already know about my axe. What you may not know..." Einar pauses as he looks around, "Is that I can brew drinks that can seal wounds or make you into a small giant! And that's just what I can brew that other people can use without getting sick. I was taught a bit of woods skill, but I'm sure I don't have the same kind of skill as Garlon."
"My axe.." Einar says as he gestures to his weapon leaning against the wall next to him, "Is not the only weapon I have at my disposal. I'll not ruin the surprise, but I will say that my teacher is the reason I'm thought crazy."
"A strong beast? Sounds like we may be in for a good battle if it decides to come back! It will be a good way to test the Fair Art* in a fight!" Einar says when Ylvan tells of the men whose wounds she attended. "I look forward to meeting this creature now."
"It sounds like, for some of us, this quest will be the best thing to happen in our lives so far. I'll do my best to make sure we can get a strong drink afterward!"
Einar looks Garlon over again, and makes the connection with the man he'd meet in the forest. "Yes.. I remember you now. I always thought it was strange to see someone else in the woods and not collecting firewood or hunting all the time! Well, while I'm glad that I found you, the only assistance I can give you is that I think the people here have been attacked recently. Ylvan, the lady with the raven over there, may know more." Einar grins slightly as Tyrus begins talking. "I'm Einar, well-known in my village for being moonstruck crazy. I'm sure we'll all be able to help each other."
"So did you come by choice?" "Aye. My teacher decided I should try and find the group headed for the other side of the Valley. To see if I could help. What about you?" Einar asks, eying the eagle. Did one of the group have such a bird?
I do not know if they do, only that it means I've got 20 more gold left over now than I did before.
A tall man sits at a table in the corner with a fine greataxe within reach, dark green eyes watching the room as he slowly drinks from his flagon. His notices the group as they enter and his eyes widen slightly with recognition. This group looked liked the people that had been sent on the quest to the other end of the Valley.
Dragonborn3, I'd been planning on introducing the Fair Folk, and your backstory goes great with the concept I have in mind. I'm going to admit that I was worried I was taking a big risk going with the Fair Folk(whose name Einar does not know). Glad it worked out though. I did notice that the original characters got a free Martial or Simple weapon, and I would like to know if the same goes for me.
*alchemical bump*
Dragonborn3 here, presenting Einar Alwin. Background: Einar “Alwin” Jornsson.
Einar was someone people knew would grow to be a strong warrior. But he was too trusting. When he wrestled with the other lads of the village, he never expected them to cheat and was outraged every time when they did. He believe what he was told as long as it even sounded like it could be true and, because of this, he traveled into the forest in search of a magical lake he had been told about. The lie was that any who looked in the lake would see their future if the gods had favored them. “Of course, someone as strong as you are has the favors of the gods.” He was told. At the age of thirteen, flattery went straight to his head, and he never once thought he was the butt of a joke. So off he went in search of the “Crystal Ball Lake”. He did find a lake though. He spent hours staring in it, hoping to see his future desperately. He didn't care if it was good or bad, he just wanted to know! He was concentrating so hard, he didn't notice when he fell asleep and started dreaming. “Child, why are you searching the depths of my watery abode?” A gentle voice asked, wafting through his unconscious mind. “I want to see my future.” He replied, looking around for the beautiful woman whose voice he had heard. “Are you the one who is going to show me?” “I can not.” She said, appearing before him and causing him to jump. “But I can teach you the way you can live long enough to see it. Would you like to learn my art, my way of fighting?” She looked so frail and gentle that he forgot his manners and laughed. What good could her way of fighting be, when he himself could already out-wrestle some of the village's grown men? “I'm sorry mi'lady, but surely you jest? If we were to fight I am sure you would be hurt!” “I see... you don't know what I am, do you Einar?” “You're a human of course!” He exclaimed, missing the fact she knew his name. “I am not. Your kind would call me one of the Fair Folk, and you could not defeat me if you tried.” Now Einar knew the legends about the Fair Folk just as well as anyone else, and he was just as superstitious as the rest of the village, but Fair Folk or no, he was not going to go back home knowing he had backed down! She took a flask from the sash tied at her waist and drank from it as he charged, having planned on taking her down quickly. Her fist slammed into his side and he was knocked aside with ease. The blow felt like he'd been struck by a boulder! He shook the fog from his mind and looked up to see that the elf lady's arm looked like granite. “How.. what did you drink?” He asked, amazed and humbled. “It was a special elven brew. I could teach you how to mix it, and others like it.” Perhaps some would call him foolish for trusting one of the Fair Folk, and still others would call him worse, but he agreed to learn. She had just sat next to him and started teaching him her language so she could read the recipes when the sun's rays broke through the trees above and woke him. He looked around frantically, hoping it was not just a dream. It wasn't. Laying next to him was a note saying he should return the next night. And he did, for years, always ignoring the laughs and jeers made each time he was “Going to go see his 'dream woman' at the lake!” He learned quickly enough, first her language, then another, and finally the recipes for her elven brews. He did heavy lifting in exchange for the things for the things he needed and searched the forest ingredients. It always amazed him that something as simply as simple a spotted mushroom could be turned into a potion that healed his wounds. It was during one of his forests trips that he missed his chance to go to on a quest to investigate strange events at the other side of the Valley, but he didn't mind. It gave him time to learn the final lessons Lady Elf could teach him before she would let him starting learning on his own... |
