The Devout Troll

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The Devout Troll was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan through the Portable Animus HR-8.5.

Description

Eivor came across a monk sitting on a stool outside a farmhouse, claiming he has become immune to anger and no longer needs worldly possession anymore.

Dialogue

The monk notices Eivor and goads her to him with religious taunts.

• Anglo-Saxon man: Heathen! This is a place for proud converts like myself.
• Anglo-Saxon man: I seek those who wish to join the great and superior holy path I am on.
• Anglo-Saxon man: I want you to know that you can be like me, no longer dumb and angry like heathens.

Eivor approaches him.

• Eivor: Hej, Monk. No need to brag of your faith.
• Anglo-Saxon man: Have you recently tested your faith? Considered your holy path? It is a better way, I swear to you.
• Eivor: I am content with my gods.
• Anglo-Saxon man: Not as content as I am with mine, I am sure. He allows me to avoid rage, I am never angry. Never.
• Eivor: Good for you.
• Anglo-Saxon man: Without anger in my life, I am completely changed, no longer obsessed with riches, like you. They are meaningless because He loves me. Go ahead and burn my house, destroy my belongings, I will never get angry.

The monk holds his hands out up to the sky. Eivor begins to wreck apart the crates beside him.

• Anglo-Saxon man: Yes, go ahead, destroy my crates and take my belongings inside them. God provides me enough.

Eivor finishes destroying the crates.

• Anglo-Saxon man: You see? I am not angry. Make yourself at home, it does not bother me. You will soon change from your pagan ways.

Eivor approaches the house.

• Anglo-Saxon man: You seem lost and homeless. Make of mine what you will. You could burn it to the ground, and it will not change me.

Eivor enters the house, destroys the crates and furniture inside, and finds a hastily written letter dated the winter of 875 where the monk proclaims to have changed his name from Egil the Fornicating Crow to Cynegar the Pious. She exits and notices the lone cow in its den outside.

• Anglo-Saxon man: Go ahead and slaughter my livestock. It is not something I wish to do, but I would gladly allow you to do it.

Eivor butchers the cow.

• Eivor: And all of this homestead, the livestock, this is all yours?
• Anglo-Saxon man: They are not mine, but God's. I have converted to God, and now I share all things.
• Eivor: Yes, you mentioned that.
• Anglo-Saxon man: Go ahead, destroy more. My faith cannot be broken.
• Anglo-Saxon man: Thank you, Lord. For sending this devil to test my faith.

Eivor sets the roof of his house on fire.

• Anglo-Saxon man: Yes, burn it down. Make a pyre of the past.
• Eivor: Curious good man, what were you before you became so devout?

The monk gets up from his seat and creeps towards Eivor.

• Anglo-Saxon man: I was just like you, a stupid heathen, lost and violent. Speaking of which, you should try praying before it is too late.
• Eivor: Too late? For what? The eternal buggery you possess? And now you stand? I worry that stool is covered in shit.

Eivor notices a key on the stool the monk was sitting on and snatches it.

• Eivor: What is this?
• Anglo-Saxon man: O, no, that's... I mean, that key... do what you like with it. Throw it in the river. My faith will not budge.

Eivor circles around to a locked door at the back of the house. The monk stalks after her with trepidation. She unlocks the shed and beholds a grisly sight of dismembered corpses and their bloody entrails stashed inside.

• Eivor: This hut reeks. As if... a battlefield... corpses? Are these your other converts? Or your past crimes?
• Anglo-Saxon man: You desecrate my integrity by insinuating such... But my faith cannot be desecrated. Praise be to my Lord.
• Eivor: Praise be to nothing. What crimes lie beneath your veil of Christ?

The monk does not respond. Eivor brings herself up to his face and asks again more forcibly.

• Eivor: What crimes have you gotten away with? You are no convert, you are a filthy opportunist. The Church gave you riches?
• Anglo-Saxon man: I am a strong, Christian, mild-mannered man of the cloth. My pagan past is gone. I am—
• Eivor: A hypocrite. With not a shred of honor. You should pay for your crimes. People die unjustly in your newfound faith.
• Anglo-Saxon man: I gave you a chance, heathen! I am a better, richer man for what I did. I changed course, and... Fuck it! I am still the blood-hungry whore I once was! Fucking die you putrid shit-eater! Die a thousand ways and times like the others!
• Eivor: You would have sworn an oath to a pile of shit, you liar! Full of false pride. You should be judged at an althing for your crimes!

Eivor and the monk fight, the latter only with his bare-hands, and the shieldmaiden slays him.

• Eivor: Those willing to give everything away are often those who have taken too much.

Outcome

Eivor discovered the serial killer Egil the Fornicating Crow and killed him.

References

• Assassin's Creed: Valhalla