Syrik: Valhalla

Bael's Journal - Harpa 26th


Torik's Journal - Entry 15

Some of the team decided to make contracts with these evil implings, though nobody seems to have actually sold their souls. I guess that was a thing that was on the table. I was made to feel like the odd one out, I think, when I suggested that be a bit too far. At least a segment of the crew believed me on that. Not sure how it could even be a controversial decision but I digress.

Upon sailing we found a throng of villagers ready to set upon us, but they rethought their actions. I am glad – no glory or honor in killing the common folk. Solvi has yet to return from investigating this town, but I doubt they could cause any trouble she couldn’t handle.

We found a cave filled with treasure that some of us wanted to check out. In hindsight it was for the best, given that I don’t think one person could have managed to escape. Apparently the treasure was collected by some rabid golden badger creature. The beast pulled Silstinda under the ground with it. We eventually managed to retrieve her and would, possibly kill and collect the beast.

I made an area ready for Silstunga to be raised, but after a minute (the time it took for Arria) she did not return. I had been preparing for the worst – unknowing if the gods had grown weaker or if Silstunga had encountered some sort of failing, but just now I have seen the life return to her. We will have to debrief her on what happened, and perhaps she can tell us more of the beyond.

Part of me had wished to see what has been happening to the gods, even if I should have to suffer such a grim fate. But if there is tinkering in the realm of the gods, perhaps it is not so wise.

Bael's Journal Harpa 25th


Torik's Journal - Entry 14

This land continues to surprise – hidden corruption lies everywhere. We went to check out some heathen church and learned it was infested with the undead. We dispatched them with little danger, though we had to remove disease from several of our fellows. Perhaps in advance of our next big attack, Silstunga can infiltrate a city and buy us more. Either way, we freed the church from it’;s icy grasp. It’s not my church or my gods, but it seems ads though it was meant to be “good”, so I can feel empathy. Killing the undead gives me a better sense of satisfaction than killing the living, at least.

We found some strange, occult den at the bottom of this church. Walls made of bones, bodies interred. The priest (?) that caused this corruption trapped a couple of impish creatures here. Seems like a lot of work for what the creatures described as “A cheap joke”. It baffles me – those that waste time and resources just to harm others. Cruelty begets cruelty. A vicious cycle. Perhaps we are not ones to talk but still….

My colleagues made fast friends with these fiendlings. I don’t know how I feel with the contracts and the pacts and whatnot, but these creatures, while evil, don’t seem to intend on causing harm to the innocents. All they seem to want to do is go home for a time. I can relate, I miss my home and worry for the state of it. We have work that must be done once we return. We found some objects to bring along with us, it’;s a shame that we could not find more curatives. There will be bloodshed waiting for us ahead.

Torik's Journal - Entry 13

After dealing with the Mist, we joined our viking Kin on the great raids. However, instead of raiding our usual targets, we are raiding some new people, the Talrik. Some might think that raiding would not be on our minds, given the damning prophecy hanging over all of us. But we must press on – this is our way, our survival, our nation. As a gift, bale crafted me a fantastical sword, it’s more dangerous than any of the same I had ever seen. I do not know what arms we will find on our journey but I will treasure this weapon. Someday, I shall pass it onto my child.

I will say this about the Talriks, they are a ferocious lot despite their admittedly fair looks. We raided some kind of warrior church of theirs and, while we of course won, they put up an admirable fight. Their high priestess seemed a little off, but it’s not like I can understand what they are saying anyway. It would seem their deities, like ours, do not respond to sleight lightly. I had to remove two curses due to the damage to their holy sites. I see more similarities than differences between us, the only difference being their weirdly aristocratic ways – undoubtedly born out of wealth and plenty. A bit too soft for this world, but not everyone can be as strong as my people.

I was able to speak to my parents before the raid on the fort. Word of my accomplishments have reached home, though I feel I am only in part due the praise given. Some in the village still doubt my honor due to the….suddenness of my departure. It warmed my heart, however, to know my parents were not among them. My father described a barrow which needed to be cleaned, a mission which might restore my name in the eyes of my townsmen. Though, in telling my father the fate that weighs on me, they expressed the opinion that my reputation matters little in the grand scheme of this quest. However, I plan to clear this barrow – not for myself but for my family and my home.

Taking this fortress was necessary for our future endeavors, and vital to our raiding of this “Paris” city. With skill and Silstungas trickery, we were able to take it while only losing a couple dozen men. We were able to use our knowledge from the church to have her impersonate one of their “nobles” and she was able to send a signal up to the sky. Originally, she would have just conjured a fearsome beast. However, my suggestion to conjure a visage of mighty Odin seemed to bear fruit, panicking these Talrik people and routing the army. I prefer loss of life where possible – even at it’s more cruel fate, they still live and breathe.

While investigating this fortress of strange walls and fortifications, we found a large tunnel with a strong door, under siege. However, it turned out to be a deep gnome creature who had come to warn us. On the negative, the gnome told us that the beasts of the Underdark were a day or so behind. Due to Baels craftsmanship, our magical proficiency and the fortune of having proper materials, we were able to reconstruct the door to be stronger than before. We were fortunate – this is not my land but I have no desires of these evils being unleashed upon the world. Not to mention this would severely delay our raiding schedule.

During this time, my thoughts drift home. I hope that, while we are away, evil is not extending it’s icy grip. We have left our homemakers, injured and innocent alone, and I pray they remain safe. I also think of my God, and his weapon in the (figurative) grip of some villainous Thane. I will return successful, perhaps even with the Kind’s ear, so that we might end this threat and begin to fix what has been wronged.

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!


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