Syrik: Valhalla

Bael's Journal 12


Torik's Journal - Session 12

We returned Ylva to the tower of ice, and (despite his reputation) he was quite amenable. He gave us all gifts in return for the life of his apprentice. He’s not what you would expect from a caster of the arcane, but I guess that is perhaps a misconception on my part. Ylva was not a fan of the puns, but ui suppose it must grow tiresome after a bit. I was not expecting a reward, but the book he gave me is a fantastic manual regarding the ways of war. It will be helpful in our endeavors. I think a few of the others were a bit envious of my reward, but perhaps it is a small sign from the gods that what I am doing is for the best.

More of a reward, however, was the knowledge that he shared. He knows of the prophecy that bounds us and he is willing to assist us. Natural, he said, as he benefits as little from the end of the world as anybody else. It’s good to have an ally that can help us figure this mess out. Perhaps we will have more of a fighting chance now.

When we returned to the village, a Troll was stomping about yelling for a local woodsman. He claimed that the man killed his wife. Bael and likely Silstunga were wanting to kill it, but cooler heads won the day. The woodsman admitted to the crime after he realized that the eyes of the gods were upon him. I had hoped that the troll would grant him a merciful death, but he was given blood eagle for his crime.

A waste of a life, in the end. The killer said he was offered gold for the trolls magical parts by the same witch we drove away just a few days back. His life lost for nothing. I hope that he finds some forgiveness in the afterlife, I don’t know if he took my parting words to heart. I will not be the one to have final judgment on him. Perhaps if I was he would have a better time, or perhaps he has no afterlife to go to at all right now.

We will rest, train and equip ourselves – and then we head out again. I pray for our continued success.

Torik's Journal - Session 10/11

Our victory has been won but our trials do not end.

Bael and Silstunga have failed in trying to open a vault within the halls of this place. I made it clear that I do not condone stealing from those that are (At least for now) our allies. They even got Arria injured in their greedy crusade. Eventually, they surrendered to the door and I patched them up. A bit afterwards, we found a Gremlin names Kronk. He helped us finish opening the vault – at least knowing that these things were stolen by the Orcs eases my conscience a little bit. It also seems that there is some regalia of the Thor priesthood in there. I am glad, at least, that they are recovered.

We also freed the prisoners kept by the clickers – including a witch from the icy tower and Arrias owner. Arria seemed please, even despite being drunk. I think she may have won her freedom. I am glad if this the case – her stature and spellmanship belie her warriors heart. I would have attempted to barter this if she could not. (Assuming it is her desire) She has earned the right to be free. Besides, our mission of freeing the locked away deities has no masters.

Speaking of which – I was shown a vision of some usurper in a grand city that has somehow bested Thor. The hammer of my greatest patron sits defeated by his side. I do not know if the day is soon, but one day I will slay him for this treachery and free mighty Thor to reclaim his weapon.

The group convinced the orcs to celebrate with us for this victory. I am not one to turn down a victory celebration, but I hardly think this fight is over. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to drink heavily and lost my awareness. When I awoke, the orcs were slain to a man, with Silstunga missing a finger. Sil admitted that she killed the Orcs to prevent them from attacking the humans later.

I can’t honestly say that I believe that to be true for a second. I can’t fault her for her meaning – the orcs raid us norsemen occasionally and the opposite is true. It might save a violent death if they are gone. I’m fairly certain, though, she killed them just to fulfill her own ends. Nonetheless, I was able to keep peace for the day. Solvi and Runa were ready to be done with her. However, I strongly believe we need her to save the Gods.

I tried to give the Orcs as proper a burial as I could without creating even more violence. Bale defended the killing by saying he was about to send a Svart army to retake what was once, supposedly, a home for their people. That, at least, I understand. An honorable death is one thing, but to be murdered in your sleep – after partying with your allies……these Orcs might have been a little savage, but they deserved better.

Torik's Journal - Session 9

The endgame to this part of our little adventure has played out. We engaged in glorious battle with the witchling behind this madness. With our fortune (or perhaps lack thereof) we managed to catch the leader of this fold in the middle of her ritual. We saw Baels companion and the thane of the town waiting to be sacrificed.

I had thought that perhaps it would be an easy thing – take down the witch and the ritual fails. Her battle prowess was, however, formidable. Her minions tore us nearly to shreds and incapacitated Bael while we were holding the line waiting for the others. Thor allowed me the blessing to stand firm and hold the line while our allies beset them. Eventually we broke the spellcasters wall and she was forced to flee into the open. Already missing a foot, Solvi tore off her arm using her riding skill and she was forced to flee, saving her own sorry life.

Though we lost many good people, at least we were able to save Sudara and the Thane. The orcs also have their home back, so hopefully this will smooth over any tensions between them and the townsfolk. We know that this group is planning to unleash the mist on other locales, I just hope we can beat them to the punch.

I can feel my strength growing, as well as the burden of this task. We have dealt these troublemakers a critical blow, but we all know this is only the beginning. Will we be able to save everyone? At least we are not wandering blindly anymore.

Either way, this task is done. it is time to collect our reward and then celebrate our victory!

Torik's Journal - Session 8

It seems that fate has given me a bit more time to hone my skills. We investigated the smoke that we saw earlier and found it to be an Orc camp. I didn’t understand a word they said, but somehow the deal became that the mermaid fights their champion for a cure for the mist born disese and an alliance to defeat the troops garrisoned in the fort. Runs defeated the Orc champion and things proceeded smoothly. We are still outmanned, but hopefully we can make this work. I’m familiar enough with the Orcs to know that they have respectable battle prowess, but these creatures we face are unnatural and superhuman.

Apparently these Orcs used to live in the fort, and have provided maps. I hope that fighting for their home gives them an edge……I have a feeling they will need it.

Bael's Journal 6


Solvi's Journal 2

It seems many of these pages have been left blank during my journey, perhaps it is time to change that.

But where to start?

So many events have unfolded sense my time in this place. I must believe in the all fathers wisdom in sending me here, with these people, but it is hard to see the end through the fog of this battle field.

My prayers, my communications with my Father, my brothers, my family have all been lost to the void in the past days. I know this mission was to be my own, but even so, such silence, such disconnection, is worrisome. I know something to be wrong, and my blood screams at me to return home and fight. To free my family from what ever cage has kept even the all father silent. To spill the blood and shatter the souls of those that would take up arms against my homeland. But it is here I was sent in the all fathers wisdom, and it is here I shall remain, for now.

These people that that have gathered to the All Fathers call are very strange. I can sense some companionship growing in some (The fish woman does make a find meed) I can also sense distrust and perhaps ill will seeping through us. This company is not as strong as I would desire, both on the field and in its bonds to each other. But by the gods, I have not found how to make a connection with them. No drinking before battle? No drinking after a battle in celebration? Or in mourning? Or in the morning? What in the hells is wrong with these peoples thinking? Still though, if we are to work together, we must strengthen our self as a unit, and I must figure out how.

Torik's Journal - Session 7

We went forward with our plan to sneak into the caves through the water. I am thankful I know how to swim, but it turns out the waters weren’t too rough. Oddly enough, the first thing we found was this blue gremlin…..creature. Few of us speak his language, and we know little of his race. Still, he seems to be excited to help us. He says, apparently, that he has been banished from his people. Perhaps the kinship I feel is because I can relate in some way. I know what it is like to be ostracized from your kin. Perhaps I am being told falsehoods, as I cannot understand him after all. I do not think my companions would lie to me, however. Either way, the creature has powerful magic and we could use that. Bael, at least, is willing to let him come along due to his magical crafting equipment. How he acquired it I haven’t a clue, but if he is willing to craft or let Bael use it…….I would not say no to improved armaments.

He told us that the mist is caused by an arcane machine, and that it was powered by sacrifices. I wondered if this contraption was the birthplace of the clickers, but it is apparently man-made. We’re set to destroy it, but I had my doubts that it would be that easy….

Our approach was so miraculously easy that I suspected a trap. We passed an empty guard garrison and found ourselves staring at this infernal source. Arria went unconscious for a moment, and she apparently foretold of an ambush. We retreated before an engagement, I do not know if she was right but I felt she was. I thought that she had a bit of Odin’s wisdom, having been resurrected. Apparently, however, she is the child of a God, and not the only one I travel with. I don’t know how well I belong in the company of Demigods, but I will give it my all as to not disappoint. The little blue creature, he has some kind of ritual to keep the mist away. It seems to have worked, but I have my misgivings. It is blessed to some kind of priestess. it’s said that it banished instead of wards, but I concern myself of strange magic from unusual gods.

We are traveling back to the town in order to get reinforcements. It seems Alborg is our eventual destination. I think I have pleased mighty Thor, as I feel stronger – and on the cusp of becoming stronger still. I still don’t know how I will face my kin again. Perhaps it was rash of me to take such offense to their attempts at scorn. I would have preferred to come back after having more heroic deeds under my belt. However, I cannot let my pride keep me from trying to stem this tide of evil. Many have already died, and more will. This is only the beginning, supposedly, as the mists will begin to spread to more populated areas. My blood boils at the thought of more death, destruction and fear. I don’t plan to live in fear, and I won’t let my kinsman die such dishonorable deaths. I know my kin, the men i served with. They deserve a death worthy of Valhalla, not the depths of the underworld. I will protect them from this dishonor, even if my pride be the cost.


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