Khorne

Eric was annoyed that he fell for the lunatic's rambling again. Luckily, the effects of his Mead were still coursing through his veins, so he wasn't bothered by the rambling too much. Feeling good and eager to finish the fight, Eric charged the demi-god once more with all his strength. Battle Order: Eric attacks from front row Eric attacks from front row Erdathcath Pretzel

Some Heroes still remained in the Hall looked up surprised as a mysterious creature shuffled in with creaking steps. The thing breathed heavily, with long scraping inhaling and exhaling. It stopped for a moment, peering around staring at the occupants through its jet-black lenses. Suddenly it started to cringe for no particular reason and remained in a squatted state for about a minute. As sudden as it got down, life jolted back into the being and it moved on, toward the Questboard. Once there, it scratched the names of those not chosen for the Quest with its sharp, wooden fingers. The Heroes remaining, and thus chosen, were: Chosen for Quest #45: - L'Oreal Diablo (Adam) *** Party Leader *** - Siercon (Siercon and Coral) - Zark (Pharos712) The creature added another note and then without uttering a word, and going as slowly as it came, the creature left the Hall again. Quest will be up tommorow, guys. Do some last minute shopping while you can !

Those Dastan Quests were brilliant! They were truly a joy to read and follow. Lots of great RP'ing by the players and storytelling by the QM's . Brickdoctor, I've said it before, but I'll say it once again. Your pictures are just so gorgeous and crisp. They really draw a person into the world you've created. Well done to all of you! My utmost respect for the QM's, what a tiring task this must've been for you.

Current sign-ups for Quest #45 - Nagure (Costy) - Dreyrugr (Vash the Stampede) - Raven Ashcroft (Raven Brickcroft) - L'Oreal Diablo (Adam) - Siercon (Siercon and Coral) - Zark (Pharos712) - Lycan Dean (TheBoyWonder)

I should do double damage, since I have a Darkness-elemental weapon and Odzaph is a humanoid . Eric stood firm and smiled as the blood of Odzaph splashed in his face. Eager for more bloodshed, the Nord continued to strike. Battle order: Eric attacks Eric attacks >Erdathcath >Pretzel

Eric covered his ears as the lunatic started rambling, but it was to no avail. Angrily and without other options, Eric continued the attack from the front row. Battle Order: Eric attacks Eric attacks Erdathcath Pretzel

The tall Nord Raider winced and took a step back as the demi-god's sword hit him. Realizing it was just a flesh wound, Eric gritted his teeth and renewed his focus. Eager, he lunged himself at his foe once more. Eric repeats his attack. Battle order: Eric attacks Eric attacks Erdathcath Pretzel

I see no reason why she would change her attack, so go ahead and roll until one of us gets hurt .

Go right ahead

Current sign-ups for Quest #45 - Nagure (Costy) - Dreyrugr (Vash the Stampede) - Raven Ashcroft (Raven Brickcroft) - L'Oreal Diablo (Adam) - Siercon (Siercon and Coral)

I have a question for Sandy. When wearing those Sticky Gloves, do I get +50% income from all Steal-based attacks, or does the effect only apply to my Shield, i.e. Ravage?

I'll have to check about those Gloves in the R&D topic. I think I get +50% from all steal-based attacks, but I'm not sure . Also, my Steal is not affected by my Mead, only my Ravage attack gets doubled (EDIT: and any other attack involving WP, of course). Eric grunted at the measly 18 gold pieces he stole. With fire in his eyes, he charged the demi-god again. Eric attacks from the front row, using Godricsleif (twice). Battle Order: Eric attacks Eric attacks Erdathcath Pretzel

Okay, my memory must be failing me then. Sorry to have doubted you guys (and gal) !

Okay, since I apparently do get a second turn this round, here's an updated Battle Order: Erdathcath Eric takes Smelling Salts Eric attacks, front row Pretzel

Seriousy? I did not know that . I don't think it happened that way during my previous Quest .

If everything goes well, I should be able to do some heavy damage. I get 2 attacks per turn, at 4x the normal damage . If I do manage to attack and don't get hit, of course . Also, to take the discussion out of the Quest. I don't get to attack the turn I take the Smelling Salts, do I ?

Nope, consuming an item counts as an action and thus uses up my turn. Also, I forgot to post the battle order: Battle Order: Erdathcath Eric uses Smelling Salts Pretzel

Having seemingly underestimated the stranger's strength, Eric decides to take a dose of Smelling Salts too, increasing his hitting power. As he sniffs the salts, he unsheaths Godricsleif, preparing to attack the following turn.

The basic idea of a world surrounding snake is just literally taken from the Norse Jörmungandr. The rest was made up though ! The basis of every good Norse tale is heroic bloodshed against all odds. It's like the Hollywood from medieval times . Glad you liked it! I couldn't just let that opportunity at given some more insight in Norse culture go by.

Eric laughed. "You fly on your cross? Like a witch flying on her broom? What madness, you truly are a crazy one, monk!" "Of course such events will only remain locked in your imagination, because why would you ever witness such a night of feast? You, who only preaches and complains during his life, instead of actually living it? If I were a compassionate person that cared about total strangers, I would be sorry for you. Luckily though, I don't really care that much." The Norse Raider shook his head and rolled his eyes. "What do you know of a good story, or the world for that matter, anyway? I did not fabricate the story. It is an ancient tale passed on to us by generations of skalds. It is not a fabrication of man's imagination, but an account of heroic events that serve as a great example for all of us." "Mediocre at best, but the words do speak truth. You should heed them, monk. Maybe you'll find yourself some eternal fame and glory!" Eric got up, grasping his mighty sword by its sheath. The light of the fire behind him made his tall stature all the more imposing. He grinned, but that was hard for the stranger to notice in the dark. His grin turned to a chuckle. "You, a demigod? You want to take over the universe, huh? Why would a demigod even need the assistance of mortals for doing that?" The Nord laughed loudly and unsheathed Godricsleif[/]. He picked up a bottle of his Mead and drank it to the bottom. His face then turned more serious again. "A song will be sung of us, a Nord, Elf and lunatic defeating a demigod. There will not be a chance at gaining such fame again!"

A moment of silence befell the party of three Heroes and their genie. The sat and watched the crackling fire, warding them from the cold touch of the dark night. Eric's eyes glimmered in the radiant light of the fire. He sighed and looked up, gazing at the uncountless plethora of stars. Softly, with a sore voice, the Viking warrior started to speak. "I'm not any good at telling stories, that was the work of the skalds in my native country, but I can give it a try. I don't remember the correct phrases, nor do I still know the right rythmic structure or meter of the verses, so I'll just tell the tale as I know it and remember it best." Eric slowly brought his gaze down from the sky and looked into the fire. He pointed to the star-dotted sky. "Uncountable ages ago, the Manworld, we call it Olegard was seperated from the Godworld by a great body of water. No one could cross it, no one dared to cross it, lest they raise the temper of its most fearful inhabitant: a gigantic sea serpent named Olegardsormr. It was a monstrosity of immeasurable size, grow so large it was capable of surrounding our entire world. The beast was a relic of aeons forlorn, when Dragons and their kin still ruled the lands." "But the times were changing fast and Man was emerging. Eager for everlasting fame and glory, one of our kinsmen decided to take on the challenge to kill the Olegardsormr, the World Serpent. The man was broad of shoulders and thick of muscle. In battle he could always rely on his strength and valued companion, Beringar, his Bear-Spear that felled a many of these wild creatures." "Thus Njordon left his hall and bade farewell to his woman, child and folk. Spear in hand and clad in armour, the great spear-man strode for three months before he found the head and maw of the World Serpent, for so great it was in size. Being a great seaman, as are all Nords, Njordon build himself a boat with the help of the Dwarves. These stout Beings were well advanced and knowledged on the building of vehicles. With their great techniques and their magics, mighty Njordon now had a boat impervious to the Serpent's deadly venoms." "Njordon set sail and challenged the Snake to battle. Arrogant, and standing as of yet undefeated, the devious Serpent obliged. Thus battle began and was waged for nine days, but none were the better party. Beringar wounded the vile creature on many occasions, but it did not fall, it did not die. Njordon was grievously wounded, but his pride refused him to give up." "It was then, in the darkest hour, a heavenly messenger broke through the barrier between Olegard and the world of gods. It was none less than Framtida, one of Wartan the Allfather's loyal bats, who aided him during his long travels during the Long Dark but that is another tale for another time. Framtida perched itself upon Njordon's shoulder and whispered in his ear the message given to him by the wise Wartan. Within it was contained the victory over the Snake." "So it was that the beginning of the end began. Heeding Wartan's words Njordon left the safety of his vessel and climbed upon Olegardsormr's huge back. Tired, the hero began racing the length of the creature's spine. Seeing a clear chance of dispatching its enemy, the Serpent gave chase, racing after Njordon with its huge maw. So it was that it ate itself in its own blind hunger." "Victory did not come without a price for our hero. Before reaching the tip of the tail, Njordon was far too tired and collapsed, nearly succumbing to his wounds. So grave was the situation that the dread ravens, black heralds of death, had already began circling in the skies above. But he did not give up. As a true Nord, he got back up and continued. In the last stretch, his legs were bitten off by the hungry monster. Njordon howled in pain but crawled on." "After his quest, Njordon fell into the water. There he was rescued by those who dwell in the waters, unknown spirits of great power and mystery. They granted him a fishtail to replace his legs with and bestowed upon him the powers of the sea. And so Njordon became the God of Seas, most loyal of companions of Wartan."

"You have a great voice for singing, Elf. A flute or harp would've truly added a finishing touch." Eric said, sort of happily. He then turned to monk Pretzel and grinned. "What about you Monk? I very much doubt you have anything interesting to share with us, song or tale. It's probably all just heathen and pagan crap in your eyes."

Eric sat down by the poor fire and listened to the others. When he heard Erdathcath's suggestion, the Nord started to speak. A smile came to his otherwise mostly somber and brooding face. "I don't mind a story of your people Erdathcath, be it a song or just some common tale. I always did love me a good song or story. It reminds me of home. Back up North, we have a very rich storytelling and song-singing tradition, chronicling the greatest achievements of our gods, Human champions and history of our wild, mighty and beautiful land."

The Raider rubbed his hands on his pants. He had been holding Monk Pretzel's greasy hands FAR too long. He grumbled and then stated: "Gast, we stop here for the night. No need to waste some of our precious Ether just yet."

Eric chuckled. "I doubt there's much interesting you could tell us, gast, so lead us to the doctor so we can get to do what we were hired for!" Stats are okay!