Gisom Malki of the clan Malkie of the Whithorn is a regularly seen figure on the docks at Leringard, seen pacing up and down the line of ships seeking passage to the Black Ice Isle. He scans the docks for like minded individuals too stupid or stubborn to be afraid of Ice Giants and their like. He meets another Dwarf Dwimli, not wishing the fight thats offered, and so they spend a few hours together drinking while Gisom waits.
Gisom Malki is a regularly seen drunk on the docks at Leringard, seen staggering up and down talking to ships at dock, no one knows what he is seeking other than it might be HicBlack! But wait he does, seeking adventure.
A brownbearded dwarf with an eye patch over his left eye, and a peg leg hobbles up to Gisom at the docks.
"Ahoy kin! Oi knows of a fat illreupted orc wit deh brains of eh ox wants to join ye on yer quest. Name of Mangus! Ses he loikes smash'n giants! Oiv'e seen'm in action mefelf an' oi kin atest to that! He ses he kin make himelf available at any given hour freely at yer request! Shall oi enroll'm in yer tally? Oi knows he would be much ablidged!"
//I'm in, and my shedule is wide open day or night for the next tree weeks. When do you want to roll?//
A bedraggled, bloodied, ice burned, and somewhat frozen Magnus and Gisom are put ashore at Leringard. Breaking open two bottles of Dwarven Head brew Gisom remarks to the Captain "You're gonna need a bigger boat!"
"Whadya mean you daft Dwarf?" the Captain replies.
"Cause we're comming back fella, and we'll be bringin' a braw big army to fill yer boat there - thats how.! We found them giants but they're still staundin' and thats naw a guid thing."Gisom explains.
The captain scratches his head with a confused look on his face and shoots a quick look at what he thought was a decent sized boat.
"Er bigger everything!" Mangus barks from behind Gisom "Dem giant's is mean an' low down root'n toot'n! Dey gimme er bash'n Er won' soon fergit! One er dem giants was made out er ice! an' when he lay his fist down on me, Er seen fairys an' blue birds sing'n.'' He showes the Captain his shiner, however his face is so brutally banged up and scarred its hard to tell just which dent he is speaking of. " We needs reinforcements, wants to mean business! Er means to say, we needs er small army iff'n we kin finds us one!''
//Next Sunday at 2:00pm Eastern? Who's in?//
//What is the best time for you Mix?//
//Thought about joining this thread but no can do Sundays unless VERY early or VERY late, sorry! Good luck :)
//We have no special dibs on the quest or time. If you come up with another time before Sunday carry on we will try and make it...if it is next Sunday could be about 3-4 hours later too for me.....sunday always going to be hit and miss for me so don't let us stop anyone.
//I'm good for any day at any hour for the next two weeks. But the one thing I know for sure is we need at least five heads or more.
Some wrapped and bundled form shaped like a halfling waddles toward the docks from the direction of the Leringard Arms, mumbling something muffled about the city being more evil without elemental protections at hand. Just in time for the dwaf shouting their promises of vengeance, she brightens and tugs down the scarf over her mouth and nose, and the hood down from her head. Her dirty and tangled hair looks like it was cut off at the shoulders with a chainsaw, and is frazzling out in different directions.
She waits until she has drawn a glance, then announces, "'annur! Our'h waazk'ah zhazth az poaazhtnathth tzhazhwa zh'ur gaththat az T'ahkazh!" She pauses, beaming, and waits expectantly.
((Hello! Your father was a beardless dwarf who kissed a duergar!))
((PPS I meant dwarf singular, dunno why I pluralized. Carry on :) ))
Gisom sniffs at the air, grimacing and clearly ready to rage. "Whadya think we got here big guy, someone wi' a death wish I reckon! " He pulls a large Dwarven double axe into view and threatens to use it for a moment. "So whad'll be ya scrawny parcel of dog food, you wanna end it richt here, or you wanna go back to the Whithorn to explain yer words to ma' kin!"
She claps gloved hands together, a padded, muffled sound. "Oh, good! I've forgotten so many things, I thought I'd lost my dwarven insults! And then I saw you there and it all just came back to me! Thank you so much! I will buy you a tankard while you are waiting for your... um... army, is it?" She giggles and pulls the scarf back up over her mouth and nose.
A deep puzzled frown appears between Gisom's eyes, statue like, he holds fast staring long and hard, subconciously he starts to lick his lips long before the words reach his mouth "Drink ya said ya sorry excuse fer an adventurar' .....Aye well I'll keep the axe handy in case loike. an you should know tidly wee tankards are for gnomes eh, we'll be havin' summit bigger!"
//any use tomorow on this one on this one 7pm UK time or 3 pm New York time
//otherwise will try for thursday same sort of time ? just not cetain yet
Mangus claps his claws together and grunts apreciatively as he considers the dwarf and the halfling. "Right! Yew two an ' me means we got.... We got.... ?" He starts to count claws slowly. He learned a long time ago that mathematics are not his strong suit. But after years of being batted over the head by his grandma he finally figured out a way to at least count to 8 using his claws. He knows from experience that once he gets passed the first hand and starts counting on the other, that's where things get more and more difficult. But in this case, with only the dwarf, the halfling, and himself, he feels less stressed about it. "One fer me," extending one pointed digit, "two fer Gisom" unfolding another finger, "an' one fer Acacae! Dat means we got... We got.. Four? Dats good ain' it? All's we needs is one more an' we'll have... We'll have... six! Hecks! Dat's like hav'n our own little army! Ya!"
//So we are aiming for a run at this thing on Thursday, at 3 o'clock pm New York time. The reason for the 3 o'clock start time is we are hopping three different time Zones for the three players we have so far. Our earlybird happens to be off on Thursday so he will be starting at 11am Pacific. We could use a few more heads. If you can squeeze yourself into one of our timeslots on Thursday we sure could use your help. Rave wasn't clowning around when he laid this one down and for that we thank him. If the whole thing crashes and burns we may take another stab at it early on Sunday (early enough to not interfere with the other quest that is being held on Sunday.) So...any takers? You can PM me or RP your way in. Whatever works best for you.//
//might be ablt to join at 3pm new yorker time today 10/29...but still uncertain...just trying to give heads up
The halfling's opinion seems to be right in line with the dwarf's, and she doesn't think twice before leading the way to the Arms and treating them to Steel's ale while they rustle up folks to help them out... She is cheerfully supportive of Mangus's counting attempts. "Yeah! Six is a whole bunch! You'll get 'em for sure!"
*Corky takes a deep breath as he tries to explain to the guards at the Black Ice outpost what he and his comrades had come across. It's a cold night but the ice that covers his battle robes is a blue-ish color not natural to the area. He's shivering uncontrolably as he cuddles by the guard's fire.*
Bii-iiii---gggg Iceeeee-yyy Thiiii---nnn---gggss n Li---ttttlll---e Cre----atuuuu---reees
*takes a moment to catch a breath and check his hands to see if they are burning because they've been by the fire now for 5 minutes and aren't getting any warmer*
Neeee---dddd Mooooo---reeee Heeee---lllllppp
*He gives a shallow wave to Gisom and Mangus as they head into a tent to be checked for injuries*
//Well we got into it a bit but ran outa time and healing potions :)
//Just a heads up to the GM, might wana plant some more badies because some were dispatched and also some of them are dropping Yew branches (not sure if that's too hi level a drop)
//I'll set up some reinforcements. If you're high enough level to kill them, you're high enough level for the drops... ;-)
-Rave
//Actually, scratch the reinforcements. You're half way there. :-) You got the easy part done at least... Pack a lunch for part II. :-)
Ah! The "easy part"! Yeah..... That's good news...
Rumours filter into Krashin that giant raiders are still being seen on Black Ice Isle... although in fewer numbers.
*Corky plops down by the tents and fire outside the frozen marsh tundra. They had made there way through the ice cave and crossed the ice bridge into the land of the big bears. Charm, Grog and Ryubi also finding places along the welcomed fire. The deed had been done and the balance restored. They recounted the battles and accessed their strategy. They had done well by all accounts, albeit, a bit hasty at times. The huge Frost Giants had put up a grand fight, but not a match for Charm's control of her magic and Grog's might with the sword. Corky's song rang through the ice halls and Ryubi's persistance and optimissim also abounded. The creatures treasure was looted and several scouting missions had been made to check for any roaming giants that didn't include themselves in the final battle. None were to be found. The last three giants were different than the rest, one a grand fighter, one a cleric of sorts and one that seemed of royalty you might say. All lay dead and slain. Corky would make it back to the guard posts on Black Ice and report their findings. He then would travel to the White Badger Tribe* and find out more from them where these giants might have come from and tell them of his heroic efforts and his companions efforts to thwart their danger. Mangus and Gisiom's names would also come up in his reports as being a great addition early on to to recon the area and help end the giants rogue control of the area.*
//Mission completed and treasure found; thanks again for a great static quest Rav
//*White Badgers are a tribe of gnomes that Corky came to know on his cdq for skald with GM Brewmaster
*Ryubi congratulates Corky, Grog and Charm for all their help in vanquishing the incursion of frost giants. He looks curiously at some of the interesting items found in the chests inside the cave. One such item is a wedding ring. Wondering who it might of belonged to he pockets it for safekeeping. Ry makes sure to double back looking for tracks or blood that may lead to more giants or possibly injured animals or persons. The frozen tundra is getting colder by the minute and when his searchings are done he'll head home quickly to a hot bath and a warm cup of cider. *
//Thanks Rave another great one!
//Glad you enjoyed. I'll have a post quest write-up over the weekend. There will be some post-quest perks for everyone involved on this one.
-Rave
As Corky and friends make their way towards White Badger lands he grins with a sense of pride. The guard posts on Black Ice Isle welcomed their news of battle and victory. Meat and ale was shared over cracking fire, and laughter was carried on the cold winds.
When they arrive at the White Badger tribe they are welcomed. Corky and friends are hailed as victors. Battle songs are sung late into the night and the young skalds of the tribe compose ballad after ballad regarding their deeds.
The consensus is that the giants were a raiding party from the White Desert of La’Tah. Many of the tribal elders gaze into the north though, conversation is guarded, and they wonder among themselves if this was just the beginning of something much greater. Warriors from the tribe later report finding a great long ship made of ice on the coast, empty and beached. They piled dead wood over it and lit a great bonfire, returning the boat to the sea’s embrace.
// The following players are due one hour of quest xp for both in game involvement and forum work. See me in game to collect. If I missed anyone, please PM me.
Gisom
Mangus
Corky
Grogmegor
Charm
Ryubi
Acacea
This quest line is now closed.