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The Warlord's Daughter
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The Warlord's Daughter was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Basim Ibn Ishaq in 2020 through the Portable Animus HR-8.5, in which a vision of one of Odin's memories could be seen.
Dialogue
Havi walked through the Shelter and came across two drunken dwarves near a table of food.
- Brammer: Look around. There's got to be a tankard we can tongue a few drops out of.
- Havi: Don't let me interrupt you.
Brammer turned to address the newcomer.
- Brammer: Lom... am I pissed or does the All-Father stand before me?
- Lom: Er... both?
Brammer erupted into laughter.
- Brammer: This... this is good! The Wise One will surely help solve our problem.
- Havi: Let us help one another. What exactly is the source of your grief here?
- Brammer: Rhymes! Rhythm! O, we could use your poet's heart.
- Havi: My what?
- Brammer: Your words. Your gusto! We, the greatest of the Sons of Ivaldi, are in need of a fitting end to the song of... well, our end!
- Havi: I am here to understand how you might help me strike back at Surtr.
- Brammer: Strike back? Nonsense. Besides, it is not only he we must contend with, but his kin. His daughter, Eysa, stirs above, snatches up our people, works them to death.
He turned around and leaned on the table.
- Lom: An unwinnable war. All that's left to do is eat, drink, shag, and seal our legacies.
Brammer faced Havi again.
- Brammer: Exactly! But, as is clear as day, we have drunk ourselves to Hel and no rhyme sticks the way it should. So! It must be you who completes the song of our saga. Mine and Lom's.
- Brammer: Yes! What spirit!
- Lom: We are to be remembered and revered by all.
Brammer nodded excitedly.
- Brammer: Yes! With Havi among us, we must adjust the final verse. Listen closely...
He cleared his throat.
- Brammer: To the depths of Svartalfheim, great Havi came,
met with dwarves he knew not by name.
- Havi: In search of warriors without remiss, instead found cowards who reek of piss.
- Havi: Led by their wallowing, their pitiful groans, I could see they had peckers but found no stones.
- Havi: A tall tale they asked to spin in their favor, a sad little saga whose truth is much graver.
- Brammer: Er, not quite what I was thinking. Let's try—
Havi stepped forward to stand directly in front of Brammer.
- Havi: You call yourselves the Sons of Ivaldi. Why? To shit on his name?
Brammer's face fell and he was silent, but Lom piped up from where he stood.
- Lom: Brammer, I don't think he means to lend his words to our song.
Bramer waved his hand at him.
- Brammer: Go away, Lom!
He spoke to Havi and walked a few paces in reminisce as Lom left.
- Brammer: Your words carve a deep wound. But they are true enough. Each day we see our numbers dwindle. Friends go out and do not return. The choice to forget is... alluring.
- Havi: Surtr has stolen my son, and I do not have the luxury of forgetting. You said Surtr has a daughter?
Brammer turned to face Havi.
- Brammer: Yes. Clever. Cunning. Commands an elite swathe of warriors. She oversees Surtr's operations here.
- Havi: Where may I find her?
- Brammer: There is a smeltery up the road. The dwarves there may know.
- Havi: I'll go there, see what your people know. With luck, I can trap Eysa, trade her life for my son's. Thank you, Brammer. Now tend to your people as a true Son of Ivaldi should. They need you.
- Brammer: I will.
Havi left to find the smeltry. In time, he arrived at Guffathorp.
- Havi: That stink... Smells worse than Ivaldi's Forge back in Asgard. Let's see what these dwarves can tell me about Eysa.
Havi entered the smelting grounds.
- Bumnoli: No, no, no! What is... What... Argh!
Havi approached a female dwarf woman near a giant bellows.
- Havi: You toil as if tomorrow will never come. Is this the pace Eysa demands?
- Nisdelle: It keeps her pesky rodents off my back. Keeps me fed. Well... barely. At this rate I could eat a troll.
- Havi: I imagine the hunger pangs hit quite frequently here. May I offer you something to eat?
- Nisdelle: It would surely help keep this "toiler" going.
- Havi: I have something that will sate your belly, and hopefully rouse your spirits.
- Havi: I do not have any food to give you yet.
- Nisdelle: Ah! It is you. Have you returned with a hearty meal?
- Nisdelle: How can I repay such a kindness?
- Havi: Eysa is a common enemy of ours... and I'm looking for her.
- Nisdelle: Hah. Common enemy is right. If I had it my way, I would bash her pretty face into scalding goo. Sadly she has not returned for me to try my hand. And I do not know where she has gone.
- Havi: Is there anything you can tell me?
- Nisdelle: Hmm. I get the growing sense you mean to confront her.
- Havi: Forcefully.
- Nisdelle: Then do have caution. Eysa can use magma to treat her wounds. Quite quickly, I might add. She always has a silky fresh layer on her skin.
- Havi: I'll have to remember that.
Havi left, though Nisdelle had some final parting words for him.
- Nisdelle: If you see Eysa, you will give her my friendly regards, won't you?
Havi continued walking and saw another female dwarf near stacks of ingots.
- Havi: You and I should talk.
- Dwarven Captive 1: High One? Is that really you? What are you doing here?
- Havi: I've come looking for Surtr's daughter, the one they call Eysa. I hear she frequents this place.
- Dwarven Captive 1: She makes her rounds. Comes to see that we are working as best we can.
- Havi: What is all this work for?
- Dwarven Captive 1: Who knows? She brings us the ores. We extract the metals. They go to Surtr for whatever it is he so desires.
- Havi: And what is she like, this Eysa?
- Dwarven Captive 1: Get on her bad side, and she'll bark her threats. But so long as you keep on the straight and narrow, she is... tolerable. Ensures you are well fed and healed of your wounds. Sets the bar high for a Muspel.
- Havi: Where might I find her now?
- Dwarven Captive 1: I do not know, but you can try your luck around the kiln.
Havi left to visit the kiln.
- Havi: Eysa appears soft of heart. For a Muspel.
He arrived at the kiln and saw a male dwarf covering his head as smoke poured into the shop from the oven.
- Bumnoli: (coughing)
Havi spoke to him.
- Bumnoli: This is bad. This is very, very bad!
- Havi: Are you all right?
- Bumnoli:Move away! I need to fix this or I'll lose the whole batch along with my head!
Havi realized the chimney was blocked and left to clear the obstruction.
- Bumnoli: (coughing) Think, Bumnoli, think! If I could just free that damned trap.
Havi saw a giant raven's nest built on the chimney. He set it aflame and leapt back to the ground.
- Bumnoli: Ymir's beard! It works! It works!
Havi returned to Bumnoli and saw the shop had cleared of smoke.
- Havi: As good as new.
- Bumnoli: You have done me a great service. I could kiss you!
- Havi: I'd prefer you use your lips to tell me where I may find Eysa.
- Bumnoli: Eysa? What business does an Æsir have with a Muspel princess?
- Havi: I have a... quarrel with Surtr. His daughter will help me rectify it.
- Bumnoli: And how do you plan on that? Eysa may come off as a young cub, but she does have a dark side.
- Havi: As do I. Can you tell me where to find her or not?
- Bumnoli: Not exactly. The resources we receive come from a mylna, but I haven't got a clue which. Our blacksmith, Glamnic... Eysa took some of his workers with her. He may know more. But have caution. Last I heard, the guards are making an example out of him.
Havi travelled east and found an open lava pit patrolled by Muspel soldiers with Glamnic in the middle on a cooled patch of rock.
- Muspel Warrior 1: Any longer and we may have to scoop you out with a spoon.
- Muspel Warrior 2: Oh, I would hate to have to do that...
- Muspel Warrior 1: He looks as though he can handle it. What do you reckon? A tad longer?
- Muspel Warrior 2: Wouldn't hurt. Ensure the message is fully understood.
Havi eliminated the guards and rescued Glamnic, using the Hugr-Rip to disguise himself as a Muspel, then hoisting the smith over his shoulders and carrying him from the site.
- Glamnic: O! What are you doing?
- Havi: Getting you out of here. Now keep quiet.
- Glamnic: Quiet? My arse is on fire! Wait! You can walk over magma!?
Havi soon tired carrying Glamnic and set him down.
- Glamnic: Agh! Don't leave me here, you oaf!
Havi picked up Glamnic again and resumed the trip back to Gufathorp. The pair eventually reached the smeltry.
- Glamnic: We are in the clear, I think! Put me down. Put me down!
Havi set him down.
- Havi: Are you okay?
- Glamnic: I owe you my life. Those Muspels were prepared to let me bake to death.
- Havi: You are in no debt to me. Though as it turns out, I have need of your help.
- Havi: You are in no debt to me. Though as it turns out, I... I have need of your help.
- Glamnic: Me? What can I help you with?
- Havi: Putting a stop to this invasion.
- Glamnic: I am listening...
- Havi: I know Eysa oversees your work, and I need to find her. What do you know of her whereabouts?
- Havi: I know Eysa oversees your work. I need to find her. What do you know of her whereabouts?
- Glamnic: Nothing more than which way I saw her leave. It was... east. Though, interestingly, she took a bunch of my people with her. Diggers. Maybe she is scouring another site.
- Havi: That is helpful. Farewell, and keep safe.
Havi took his leave.
- Glamnic: At last! O, relief!
Havi spoke to Glamnic a last time.
- Glamnic: Go east. That is where I last saw Eysa headed.
Havi left and visited a dwarf blacksmith.
- Havi: I would have a word with you.
- Durrigor: An Æsir? You... you should not be here.
- Havi: I'll only take a moment.
- Durrigor: Please go. I do not want trouble with the guards. They allow me to speak only when reporting to them, and them alone.
- Havi: I should disguise myself as a Muspel.
Havi left and used the Hugr-Rip to create a Muspel disguise, then returned to Durrigor again.
- Havi: Do not react. It is I, the Æsir.
- Durrigor: Wh-What? That is quite the disguise. If Loki is giving lessons, tell him we could use his expertise.
- Havi: I have him locked away in a dungeon cell for roughly the next thousand years.
- Durrigor: Ah... So then, what brings you? You have not come to lend your hand in the muck...
- Havi: I'm looking for Eysa. Can you help me with that?
- Durrigor: Surtr's daughter? Haven't seen her for some time now. She's got her minions keeping a watchful eye on us though. What I can say is that wherever she goes, she makes it a point to forge large magma pools. Seen her do it here. Walks around in them. I hear she can even move through them.
- Havi: Something to look forward to.
- Durrigor: Crafty, she is. If you see any liquid-fire pits, it may be proof she is nearby.
- Havi: I will keep an eye out.
Havi left to follow the dwarves' directions.
- Havi: Some other task has stolen Eysa's attention as of late. If she is distracted, that will make capturing her all the more simple.
Havi headed northeast and soon reached Stór Mylna, which as the dwarves had said was mostly flooded with magma.
- Havi: I wonder how Eysa feels about uninvited guests.
Havi entered the mylna's grounds.
- Havi: Everything a Muspel princess could ever want.
He investigated the magma pool in the courtyard, intrigued by a stone statue near the lava's edge of a woman holding a spear.
- Havi: What is this?
He looked closer, then smirked upon realizing what it was and turned to walk away, only to stop when he heard the statue crackle and transform into Eysa.
- Eysa: Are you lost, Æsir?
Havi turned to face her.
- Havi: That depends. I'm looking for someone. I was told I might find her here. Maybe you know her? Muspel. Around your age. Goes by Eysa. Father's a... how shall I put this... a vainglorious fool who thinks himself a god.
Eysa shook her head.
- Eysa: Never heard of her.
Havi turned to gesture at the lava pools.
- Havi: Then you will not mind if I stay awhile, dip my toes in one of these soothing fire baths...
- Eysa: I have a better idea.
Havi looked back at her and saw she pointed her spear at his head.
- Havi: Oh!
- Eysa: Turn around, go back from where you came. And please do mind your step.
Havi put his hand on his hips.
- Havi: That is no way to welcome a curious outsider. Care to put that away?
- Eysa: Why? Afraid I know how to use it?
Havi snorted contemptuously and turned to walk away.
- Havi: I'm sure you can use it. Passably well... But then I would have to kill you.
- Eysa: Don't worry. You won't.
The two immediately launched themselves into combat.
- Havi: Lay it by, Eysa. There is an easy way out of this.
- Eysa: Now where is the fun in that?
They continued fighting until Havi severely wounded her, whereupon she ran into a magma pool and used it to heal herself and summon Muspel soldiers as backup.
- Havi: That pendant. It gives her the same gift as her father.
No matter what I do, that pendant will give her life. I mustn't let up.
I need to stop Eysa before she can use her pendant.
I must overwhelm her, prevent her from healing.
After a lengthy duel, Havi emerged victorious while Eysa dropped to her knees when she had fallen.
- Eysa: (labored breathing)
Eysa stood up and touched her collarbone, realizing that Havi had taken her necklace.
- Havi: Let's keep the baubles out of it, shall we?
- Eysa: Oh, no, the godly gloating. Smite me, I cannot bear it.
- Havi: If I were you, I would save the tongue-wit for a more appropriate time.
He looked at the amulet he held in his hand.
- Havi: I saw no such trinket on Surtr, yet he too has a problem with dying.
He turned away to look at the necklace more closely then pocketed it.
- Eysa: So that was you in Eitri. What squabble had you trading blows with my father?
Havi faced her again in a rage.
- Havi: He has taken my son! And now I'll give your father a taste of what he has wrought. Move. So that I may trade his child for mine.
Eysa laughed.
- Eysa: You clearly do not know my father.
She walked a few paces away.
- Eysa: Your son... Baldr, I assume? He has something my father needs.
She looked over her shoulder then faced Havi again, bitter.
- Eysa: And if that is so, Poppa would sooner see me dead than give in to your demands.
She began circling Havi, but he followed her movement and rotated in turn.
- Eysa: If you want your son back, you will need something far more precious than me to barter with. Me, his own daughter, I simply will not do.
Havi drew his axe and placed its blade at her neck.
- Havi: Then there's no longer any need for you to draw breath.
A male dwarf ran into the courtyard, interrupting the two.
- Dwarven Captive 2: Eysa! We found it! We fou—Oh!
Havi looked at him.
- Havi: Found what?
A splash sounded as Eysa liquified herself into magma and disappeared the moment Havi was distracted. He looked around and saw she was nowhere to be seen, huffed in annoyance, then turned angrily toward the dwarf.
- Havi: What have you found?
- Dwarven Captive 2: Er... Eysa would not want me to say.
- Havi: Eysa is no longer here. I am. Havi of Asgard. Lord of Frenzy. And you are in full control of my temper.
- Dwarven Captive 2: A-a-a mural. Eysa believes it may help her gain entry to an ancient vault. It is in a cavern.
He pointed south.
- Dwarven Captive 2: That way!
Havi left to visit the cave.
- Havi: So long as Surtr lives, my son will be his prisoner. But how does one kill that which cannot be killed? If death is not his weakness, then I must find something that is.
Havi reached the cave.
- Havi: The mural Eysa was searching for should be somewhere in this cavern. She believes there is something interesting here... I need to see what it is. I could use Loki right now. He always had a nose for treasure hunts.
Havi searched the caves and found what he was looking for.
- Havi: Found your mural, Eysa. Let's see now... Elven symbols... a few of which may allude to peaks, or mountains.
Havi spotted a dwarf nearby.
- Havi: You. Can you read this to me?
- Dwarven Captive 3: Me? Er... I, uh, I can try... Elven runes are not something I can decipher with ease.
- Havi: You will fare better than I, and that will have to do. Any mention of an ancient vault? A door? Secret entrance, maybe?
The dwarf pointed at the wall.
- Dwarven Captive 3: No. Er, but I can make out this, see... two great mountains to the north... the sun and moon above...
Havi nodded.
- Havi: That's it?
- Dwarven Captive 3: Regrets, Æsir. We are simple diggers. Not experts of things writ long ago.
- Havi: Not to worry. You have been a great help.
Havi pondered his findings.
- Havi: The vault is located between two great mountains to the north. I should search there.
Outcome
Havi tracked Eysa from Gufathorp to Stór Mylna and fought a duel with her, hoping to use her to bargain for Baldr's life. Although the princess escaped, Havi learned from an elven mural that the vault he was looking for was to the north.