Continuing on our tour of the fjords.
Nothing much to do in Glothwych, but I make some use of this pitstop by hiring a churl and buying some fud.
And of course, tidings.
DAS GOLD
oh
Ears.
In trees.
Oof, also pretty far away.
Now what the hell is this.
lol
Would that these trees could all be killed.
Wood needed.
No way I'm spending 2 days cutting them down, but I suppose speaking to them should be decently harmless?
My old mother said gold could be found by such ears.
Trivia time, this species of
fungus is actually called Jew's ear.
'Ask for gold' checks god's wits, 'threaten them' is might.
"Words" is a derivative of wits. We have nothing to boost our words anyway.
Wooo!
Not exactly what was expected.
The earth gives forth goodness!
nice flip-flopping right there, Njal
It's as sweet as honey!
That is good sap.
The sap healed up everyone (unfortunately this was largely wasted because only the god was missing 1 hp) and also upped their morale by 1 - very nice given that Hilda was upset.
After this nice detour, we move on to the village of Our Wang.
Unfortunately along the way some assholes decide to rob us.
The results are obvious.
Never say no to free stuff.
Zomg!
I know where this is heading.
But before checking what the fuss is about, I hit the tidings depot.
We are definitely going there.
The tiding stocks are empty, sire.
Show me to the headman!
It is not fit for a god to leap at a woman's word.
She is hardly worth this strife.
'Lift the stone' checks god's might.
However, Norse Jesus is a firm believer in monogamous relationships, and he will not betray his waifu Hilda for some fussy thot of disputable repute.
Let us move.
Since there's a barrow close to that dried up corpse, I decide to give it a look as well.
Do not linger among these things.
Given our experience from the last time we ran into a wizard, I have no wish to wait for this guy to wake up. Especially since it'll take a day and we have only 30 left. Any time wasted now will be extremely precious.
The ? dead ? guy won't be needing all those cool goth accessories that lie about his barrow though
afffff
A curse seems like a good price for an item.
Now to get us some Adidas.
'Search the body' is a god wits check. How ridiculous.
What could be so hard about pulling down some deader's shoes?
FFS
Yes, poison also seems like a good price for an item
Let us inspect all this newfound booty.
This may come in handy.
Free +2 speed!
*Slobber*
I would never put such things on my feet!
Like I'd even give them to you lmao
We've learnt there's some songbridge lore to be had here. The old fighter in Glothwych spoke of it as well.
Grim stuff. No special options, so the lore must be hidden somewhere else. In tidings, surely.
But first, I get rid of the god's curse.
It costs 1 HP to burn it away and takes no time, so it would be dumb not to do it.
Now for them tidings.
It seems they won't be giving away the location of the Halbech missiles that easily
Also acceptable.
We may come by there soon actually.
Yeah, we've met already. Heh heh.
Zomg!!!
"Only" go to a songstone with 30 souls...
Maybe if I hadn't warded up the Ormson's barrow and healed ourselves with HH a million times, this would have been feasible.
Still, there's more.
Yes, we are going there for sure.
No lore deep enough.
Well, men. We have 27 days left. The game reminds us of the impeding twilight of the god by changing the world to sunsetty colours.
We closed two of the direct ways of going back home - we euthanised Karringar and spent way too many souls on bullshit to raise the Songbridge. It would take a miracle to get 19 more souls in this time.
The only option left on the table that looks in any way like a victory objective is Ormson. Refurnishing his barrow takes quite a bit of effort and resources, so I will eat my shoes if that doesn't lead to anything good.
We still miss a sword for that asshole, however. Hopefully we can get the Deadblade from the nearby barrow that we've learnt about - assuming of course that it's a sword and not a toothpick.
But first I take a detour to this cave in the hopes that it might hold something of interest. It's so close anyway that we might as well.
Before entering I also bought some food in Aurvang and healed the god with HH. Pretty sure we no longer need to be any conservative on the soul count.
Onward!
can't see shit, cap'n
Daring the hall checks god's wits. Listening to the bats highlights the wurmskin cloak, so I obviously take that.
Seagulls, bats, same shit. I don't care as long as it leads us deeper.
'Kilroy wuz here'
'Show them you mean no harm' is a wits check. And well, we
do mean them no harm, so let's try that.
if you don't mind my saying
I think you're out of aces
I feel I'm going to strongly regret not rerolling this, so I do.
This is what I get for attempting diplomacy
We've been ambushed. This means the wights all get a free round of attacks.
Jorek falls before we can even react.
The rest are fairly manageable though. These cavewights are a bit tougher than the bogwights back in the swamp.
now I strongly regret rerolling oh well
Sigh.
DRAGON TEETH
'Go on' is a god wits check again. Seeing as it's the only real option, I take it.
do you believe?
Neptune's navel, that was a close one.
Time for the final event in this cave.
I sure as hell am not giving these aliens my gold, and I also sure as hell am not attacking with our weaksauce wounded warband.
Sometimes... you just gotta cut your losses and flee.
That's right, heh, I didn't need that gold anyway.
Well. Not bad despite not accomplishing much.
Let's see what this is all about.
But as we go towards the barrow, something appears right next to it.
Sleeping in gold-laden nests, sated vultures dream no death.
Its flesh is flush with stolen life.
'Offer your flesh as bait' checks god speed. 'Ask what it knows' checks wits and highlights the wurmskin cloak.
I don't know how baiting this bird could be any useful to us, while we're still in dire need of more info, so I opt to speak to it.
Talking to seagulls is always the best option.
We need neither another maiden nor more might. Gold... could potentially be useful, but there are entire barrow downs to the NW that will surely hold a lot of it. How about dis Thorn...
We're definitely going there.
I bid farewell to the lammergeier and proceed to the trollslayer's barrow.
Here's a terrible moral conundrum for you, men.
The odds of finding another troll somewhere are low. The odds of killing it are
extremely low. And even if we did that, we'd still have to return to this guy to tell him of our exploits to get the Deadblade which we need for the Ormson, and we have only 23 days left.
Shall Norse Jesus do the foulest deed imaginable and
lie to this good trollslayer to obtain his hoard?