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I'm focusing on doing the minor memories for now, because they (mostly) have no choice aspect to them and so are way easier to deal with.
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Valhalla Transcripts
Cent
Madness of the Stones
Red in Tooth and Claw
The Lighthouse Twins
The Pardoner's Tale
The Sky Thief
Winifred
Snotinghamscire
A Cordial Invitation
Eivor came upon the site of an ambush.
- Anglo-Saxon Soldier: Rest easy, friend. You will be avenged. Our bodies may be broken, our pouches may be empty, but our souls will thrive. You will be remembered.
- Eivor: What happened here?
- Anglo-Saxon Soldier: An attack gone awry. We found more of Constantin's Picts than expected. The rich have their numbers ... both in coin and spears. My men were not ready, and we were overwhelmed. But I'm afraid it's not over. They know I still live. Hark! Pict reinforcements! To battle! The spirits of my men are with me, and my spirit with theirs. Owooo!
Eivor and the soldier defended themselves against the Picts.
- Anglo-Saxon Soldier: We will kill every king, even yours, for they squander the nobility they've been birthed to. Owooo!
After the reinforcements had been dealt with, Eivor approached him.
- Eivor: The threat is gone.
- Anglo-Saxon Soldier: What a fight! The Pict King Constantin will feel a little lighter in the purse tomorrow. Thank you for your aid, uh...?
- Eivor: Call me Eivor.
- Anglo-Saxon Soldier: The name is Ryce, Ryce Sherwin. You know, we could use someone like you in our band of merry rogues and knaves. The poor get richer and the rich get poorer thanks to us. We've a hideout in the woods. Drop by sometime, share an ale maybe.
- Eivor: Maybe.
- Anglo-Saxon Soldier: Well, until we meet again!
- Eivor: A hideout in the woods. Sounds interesting.
An Efficient Cremation
Eivor noticed a man near a burning cart.
- Norse Man: This is taking too long. I need more fire, more oil! They must burn, they must burn... Please! My family, they've died injustly. They need to be burned! But this fire won't do. I must burn them before they turn into vengeful draugrs. There must be something around here that burns...
Eivor entered the man's house looking for something to burn. She found a note.
[Note already in page]
Finding nothing else of importance, she looked behind the house, finding an oil jar.
- Eivor: Oil jars for the fire. This should be enough.
She carried to the front of the house and threw it on the flames.
- Norse Man: Thank you! Thank you. Now may they rest in peace...
Eivor approached the man.
- Eivor: Will they truly rest? You said the draugrs, your family no less, would return vengeful.
- Norse Man: It's my fault. I killed them. My greed robbed me of my senses and now my family. My brother was to inherit my father's wealth. But it was my right! They callled me a lout, a disgrace. They were right. Now our family fortune sits in the house. Worthless when there is nobody left to enjoy it with. A favor, I beg of you. Slay me so I may join them in Helheim and beg their forgiveness.
Eivor granted him his death.
- Eivor: Men like you deserve something worse than death. I hope your family condemns you, even in Helheim.
Stoneman
Eivor saw a girl trying and failing to stack rocks.
- Norse Child: Why won't you just stay still! Ugh! This one first ... then this one ... ugh! No! Stay still, stones! Or else the bad Pict-people will come for me... Can you tell the stones to stand still, please? I need to build a stone man so it will protect me from the Pict-people! I keep trying but ... I just can't do it right.
Eivor approached the little girl and helped her build a stoneman, her experience building cairns being quite handy.
- Norse Child: Whoa! You're really good at this!
- Eivor: Think of this as a test, of mind and wit. Stack the cairn stones high and wide.
- Norse Child: But they keep falling...
- Eivor: You have to let the air and nature's beauty guide you. Shape, balance, expression are key.
- Norse Child: O, wow! Thank you for showing me how.
- Eivor: Steady your hands and your heart, tiny-giant. Goodbye.
- Norse Child: I'll be okay on my own, Mama and Papa. Don't worry about me, I'll have an army of stone men to protect me!
The Good Men of Sherwood
Eivor came upon an archery lesson in the forest.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Ready. Aim. Fire! How difficult could this possibly be? You nock your arrow into the bowstring, pull it back, aim, and fire! Try again! Lord save us all if we ever have to rely on you lot to defend us with bows. Remember, faint aim never won fair battle. Again!
Eivor joined in, hitting a target.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Unbelievable. Which one of you did that?
- Eivor: I did.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: What marvelous aim. For a moment, I thought my training was getting into these thick skulls.
Eivor approached the woman.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: See if you can hit one of the targets above.
Eivor did as instructed.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: That was sound aim! Amazing!
- Tuck: That was a fluke, I bet.
- Little John: Yeh! I bet you can't hit that... uhhh... that chicken, right o'er there! The one hanging from the pole! Go on then, hit that hanging chicken from here. No cheatin'!
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Huh, to hit that chicken would require some kind of special technique.
Eivor aimed and hit her target.
- Little John: Wha... thas mad!
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Extraordinary. That was true skill and aim. On the mark! Well, friend, you can count on us to lend a hand against King Constantin and his well paid Picts. And thank you for showing these turnips some skilled marksmanship. Visit us again. As for the rest of you, keep practicing!
As the others once again picked up their bows, Eivor noticed a note on a table near.
[Note in page already]
The Myth in the Mountains
Eivor overheard a conversation at a Pict camp.
- Pict Warrior 1: Did you hear what happened to Archibald?
- Pict Warrior 2: Aye, the drunken fool. I was there when he lit that thing on fire. We all told him not to, but he dared tempt fate.
- Pict Warrior 1: You saw it all? Go on, tell us what happened.
- Pict Warrior 2: The myths, Wilfred, they're true. A legendary Pict warrior who can rip a wolf apart with his bare hands!
- Pict Warrior 1: You saw him?
- Pict Warrior 2: I don't know what we saw, not exactly, but there's something up there. Archibald held up his torch all brave like after lighting the fire. The next thing we know, his head dropped to his feet! We ran!
- Pict Warrior 1: Should we at least fetch his body?
- Pict Warrior 2: You can. I won't go back up that cursed mountain for all the silver in this land.
Eivor then climbed up the mountain. She came upon a small abandoned camp with the fire still raging. She noticed a letter by the bonfire.
- A Letter from Causantin mac Cináeda
Elite of elites, the great warriors of Clan Dunbar, you are tasked to scout for weaknesses of the wretched Danes that occupy Northumbria. Do not rest until you find the chink in their armor.
Nearby Eivor found the dead Pict and a straw dummy. She lit the dummy on fire and waited. After a moment, she was approached by a man.
- Eivor: Speak your name, warrior.
He said nothing.
The two started fighting.
- Pict Warrior: Your life's purpose was to die for me.
- Eivor: So, he speaks.
Eivor won the battle.
- Eivor: You fought well, warrior. But here your legend ends, bound to no name.
Sciropescire
Bewitched
Eivor heard a child screaming from inside a locked house.
- Trapped Boy: I'm trapped! Help. I've been trapped by a witch!
Don't go! She'll come back and boil me in a pot! I'll be served with turnips for supper! I'll never get out! What if the witch comes back!
Eivor broke a weak wall in the house and from the small room she shot away the bar in the main door. She then reentered the house through it.
- Trapped Boy: I hear you out there. Thw witch locked me in and left the key somewhere. Find that key!
Though Eivor easily found a key it did not fit the door leading to the boy. She left the house and shot away the bar leading to another locked door.
- Trapped Boy: Hello? This is the slowest rescue I've ever seen! Could you find the stupid key and get me out?
In the newly unlocked room she found the key needed and let the child out.
- Trapped Boy: About time. I've been so bored in here.
- Eivor: Who is this witch that locked you in?
- Trapped Boy: A horrible old hag who wants to make me into rabbit stew! Thanks for helping me get out of here!
Eivor found a story written by the boy in the room he was kept.
- My Tale
The world is worried by witches. They fly from every tree. The ground hides nothing but goblins, crawling up your knee. The skies shake with shrieks of harpies, water fills wells with woe. But me, I'm locked up and luckless. I've got nowhere to go.
Leaving the room, Eivor met the witch.
- Mother: You naughty boy! Just look at this mess. The house has been upended! Who is this?
- Trapped Boy: I fooled her! I told her you were a witch and you were going to eat me for supper!
- Mother: Well, that's a fine how-do-you-do. It will take me weeks to put this place back in order.
- Trapped Boy: We had a grand time!
- Mother: I am no witch. I am the kindest, sweetest mum to ever lock her lad in a house. How else teach you not to pick your nose?
King of the Hill
Eivor overheard a man boasting.
- King of the Hill: No one can knock me off this hill. No one, I say! Just try it. You'll see.
Eivor approached.
- King of the Hill: Not one step closer! I warn you, stop!
- Eivor: What did you say to me?
- King of the Hill: No one has ever dared to come all the way up before. What happens now?
- Eivor: We fight!
Eivor fought the man and won.
- King of the Hill: Hold! I give in! No more shall I challenge everyone.
- Eivor: See that you don't.
As Eivor left the are and started to walk down the hill, she heard boasting once again.
- King of the Hill: No one can knock me off this hill. No one, I say! Just try it. You'll see.
She approached the man again.
- Eivor: At it again? I thought I shut you up last time.
- King of the Hill: Huh... You again!
- Eivor: Quit stalling.
Eivor fought the man and won.
- King of the Hill: Enough! I can't take anymore! I won't bother anybody any longer.
Though, yet again, as Eivor left, the man let his pride do the talking.
- King of the Hill: This is my hill. Every patch of it from the scrabble grass down there to the airy heights here!
- Eivor: This madman will not stop!
She approached the man again.
- Eivor: You little shit. How many times must I beat you to mush?
- King of the Hill: O! Just you try.
Eivor fought the man and won.
- King of the Hill: O I give up. I give up! You are the better fighter.
- Eivor: Never forget that. I'm tired of defeating you.
- King of the Hill: O. It's no pleasure being defeated. The hill is yours. You're the true champion.
Lamb Chops
Eivor came upon a sheep herder talking to his flock.
- Merec: One of you swalled it! Who was it?
She approached him.
- Eivor: Lose something?
- Merec: Polished the family brooch up for my niece, put it down for two seconds, and it's gone! One of the sheep must've swallowed it.
- Eivor: That would be one hungry sheep.
- Merec: It was my grandmother's, given to her by a very wealthy, uh, admirer. How will I get it back without hurting any of my lovely sheep?
He started crying.
- Merec: My brroch! My brooch! Dear Heaven, I'll never get it back!
Eivor got a pile of hay and threw it into the pen.
- Merec: Ah, yes! Feed the sheep and see what ... comes out...
After a while, one of the sheep painfully passed the brooch.
- Merec: See what's there!
- Eivor: By the gods, how do I find myself doing this?
Eivor searched piles of excrement until she found the brooch.
- Eivor: Wh-what has this sheep eaten? Nothing in there.
Nothing. I must continue my search.
Hm...Ah! A brooch. Not in very fine condition.
- Eivor: Here's your brooch.
- Merec: Whew! That smell'd knock over a horse!
- Eivor: Just take it.
- Merec: It'll need a washing, but my niece will be grateful! Many thanks, stranger.
- Eivor: I will not help in this way again.
Otta, Son of Slugga
Eivor came upon a trio of children cheering on a man with a spiked club.
- Anglo-Saxon Child: I love you, Otta! Smack those rocks!
Eivor approached.
- Anglo-Saxon Child: O, you are lucky to be here, warrior! You'll see a sight rarely seen by mortals!
- Eivor: Have I walked into another realm?
- Anglo-Saxon Child: Otta hits rocks as far as the eye can see!
- Otta: The name's Otta Sluggasson. I usually try to dodge Danes like youself, but you seem friendly.
- Anglo-Saxon Child: I saw an angel swallow the last rock you hit, I swear I did, Otta!
- Otta: Mm, nothing more sweet than the crack of a good clean rock-hit. Like a warrior's axe cutting through a shield wall.
- Eivor: I would like to see this "rock-hit" you speak of.
- Otta: All right. Here's a taste of my fire. Get ready, kids.
Otta then proceeded to throw some rocks into the air and knock them into training dummies set far away with his spiked club.
- Eivor: I'm impressed, Otta Sluggasson.
- Otta: If you want, some try and do the same with their bow. But my best time is hard to beat.
- Eivor: I would not want these kids to lose a hero by besting you.
- Otta: I like this Viking. Kids, gather round! Are you sure you want to challenge me?
(Accept - Let us compete.)
- Eivor: Fine, Otta. I will show these children what a true legend is.
- Anglo-Saxon Child: Otta, will you sign this stone I kept?
- Otta: Sure thing, kid.
Eivor started shooting the targets.
- Otta: Well struck, Dane!
Nice one!
Well, I'll be... You knocked the straw right out of that dummy's belly!
Well, well. Twang! Twang! Twang! You've got some firepower in you.
- Anglo-Saxon Child: The Dane's got a fine shot! Two legends here together! Tell the poets!
- Eivor: Thank you, Otta Sluggasson. This game is joyful. If you add a cup of mead and some popped oats, could be a fine manner of passing time.
- Otta: You're right, Eivor of Raven Clan! Hey, come on back if you ever want to dance again.
Paola's Dream
Eivor came upon a beautiful castle.
- Jason: It is just how you imagined it!
Eivor approached.
- Jason: Hello, stranger.
- Eivor: What is this place?
- Jason: Do you like it? My wife and I constructed it from ancient stones. It is a house of dreams and memories, fashioned from gossamer and summer breezes.
The man led Eivor inside and waved to his wife, who was at a canvas, painting.
- Eivor: It is beautiful.
- Jason: Paola and I have traveled near and far. The things we've seen! And done! When I say "far" I mean to distant lands beyond your imagination. Each brick of this castle is a memory from our adventures.
- Eivor: You have gathered wisdom from your travels.
- Jason: I have, and it is this. It's all very well to prepare for tomorrow, but do not forget today. Today, this hour, this moment, is a precious gift. PPaola and I will look out from our window over the green of England and recall the hours of our travels. From our window we can relive our adventures. There she is, now. I must go to her.
Paola approached for a moment and Jason left with her.
- Eivor: I thank you for your words, friend.
Hamtunscire
Saint Faith
Eivor passed by a scene of baptism, with a nun, a priest and some peasants.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: I am heavy with sin! I need guidance!
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum.
You there! Dane! Come be saved!
- Eivor: Don't you get tired of all that yelling?
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Welcome, heathen. Praise God, who has brought you here to join us.
- Eivor: My ship is not steered by your god.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Cease your blasphemy! You have been summoned by God to be baptized! Submit or pay the price!
- Eivor: And how do you plan to make me?
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Faith is our weapon, and the only one we need.
- Eivor: Your threats aren't worth the breath of my arse.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: We'll see about that. Faith! Cleanse this pagan scum!
The nun attacked Eivor.
- Faith: Sinner! Die at the hands of Faith!
- Eivor: Think twice, nun. I won't be dying today.
- Faith: Smite the unbelievers! Smite them till they're smoten!
- Eivor: Are you so keen to meet your god?
Eivor defeated Faith.
- Eivor: Is that the best your god can give? People will worship anyone these days.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Faith! Faith...! You monster, how could you? She was so sweet, gentle, and delicate!
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Great! Now I have to find someone else to tell me what to do.
Splitting Hares
Eivor approached an angry woman at a farm.
- Gerhild: Stop eating my garden, you filthy little things!
Eivor approached the woman.
- Eivor: You seem distressed.
- Gerhild: So would you be if your every crop of turnips was demolished by a horde of mangy horrors!
- Eivor: I assume you mean the rabbits in that field?
- Gerhild: Aye, them! They're nowt but rats with ears stuck on! I'd slay 'em if I could, but they're too damned fast.
She turned towards the fields.
- Gerhild: When I catch you, I'll impale you! Maim you! Send you to bunny Hell!
Eivor climbed over the fence and attacked the rabbits.
- Gerhild: That's right! Get in there! Mash their little bunny heads in!
Go on! Nail those bobtailed little shits!
Three less pesky vermin bastards in the world!
Yes! That's what you get for eating my turnips, you bucktoothed fuckanapes!
You got them! Every last one! Exterminated like the hairballs of Satan that they are!
A man came running towards the fields.
- Ahlstan: Flopsy? Lord Snuffles! What have they done to you?
- Gerhild: Just taking care of business, Ahlstan. I warned you what would happen if you let them in my turnip patch again.
- Ahlstan: My babies! They're not to blame! How could you? You've gone too far this time, wife!
The Devil Has All The Best Tunes
Eivor came upon a jolly gathering with song and drink.
- Norse Warrior: A merry tune! Play it again, Saxon!
- Bard: The Lord made me and the Lord made thee, and the Lord made hops and barley. So if you would close to Heaven be, have another ale or three! Drink some mead and drink some rum, for ye know not when the Lord will come. So drink thy ale and drink it fast, who knows if it may be your last!
You there, Dane! Come join youe fellows! Music is my gift to you all!
Eivor approached the bard.
- Eivor: Here is a merry gathering. A Saxon, playing for Norsemen?
- Bard: "What joy a man gives is given back threefold." So my love used to say. Dear Cearo. I sing now for her.
- Eivor: Used to?
- Bard: Used to. But now is no time for sadness! Join our revels! I was about to open a cask for my new friends! Come one, come all! Nothing heals the heart of woe like a mug of ale.
- Norse Warrior: You look like the sort who laps at their brew like a kitten.
- Eivor: Wrong. Thor himself pales when he sees me take up my drinking horn.
- Norse Warrior: Ha! Come and prove it, then! Saxon, give us a song!
Eivor approached the hooded warrior.
- Norse Warrior: Show me how the Raven Clan drink!
(Accept - "I'll take that challenge.")
- Eivor: You'll be under the tavle before I've even warmed up.
- Norse Warrior: O-ho! We'll see about this!
Eivor and the warrior then started a drinking contest, while the bard kept playing his song. Eivor drank her horn full before dropping to the floor.
- Eivor: I feel cold fingers spreading through me. This is poisoned ale!
- Norse Warrior: Urgh. Feels like Jormungandr is turning in my stomach.
The dancing warriors also felt the poison acting.
- Norse Warrior: By Odin, this new ale is strong. I think I'm going blind.
- Bard: A hundred lives I promised my love as she lay dying, a Danish arrow in her breast. A hundred lives for hers. But there is one who has not been laid low. Let me see to that. You will die as my Cearo did!
The bard attacked Eivor.
- Eivor: It won't be me that dies today!
Though affected by the brew, Eivor managed to hold her own.
- Eivor: God, my head!
- Bard: I'll grant you the long peace of the grave!
Murderer! Reaver! Death to all Danes!
- Eivor: Even sickened, I am more than your equal!
Eivor killed the poisoner.
- Eivor: He lured his prey with music, then poisoned them like a spider. Grief sick or not, this world is better without him in it.
Asgard
Food of the Gods
As Havi passed a camp, he heard the announcement of a hunt.
- Andhrimnir: Who will join us on this wild hunt? Which among you hunger for a challenge. Who here has an appetite for adventure?
- Havi: Hail, Andhrimnir! Off again to hunt the Immortal Boar?
- Andhrimnir: Yes. Yet again, Saehrimnir has risen from his bones and escaped my kitchen. It should prove to be a vigorous chase.
- Havi: You never tire of tracking this beast.
- Andhrimnir: No hunt is more thrilling, and his meat has no equal. Come!
They tracked the boar down.
- Andhrimnir: Run! Run, you sluggards! Have you no appetite?
This meat is not to be missed!
Take care! He is cunning! Saehrimnir is as deadly as he is delicious!
It is worth risking death for the meal of your life!
- Boar Hunter 1: Ha, Ha! What a beast! What a monster!
- Boar Hunter 2: O, I have never felt more alive!
- Boar Huntress 1: I can almost taste its flesh!
- Boar Huntress 2: I hunger for a haunch!
Havi killed the boar.
- Andhrimnir: Skillfully done, Lore-Keepet! I will save you the juciest cut! Come, you brave butchers! Let us prepare a true heroes' feast!
Milk of Humankind
Havi heard a mooing from behind a wooden gate.
- Audumbla: Moo. (I am sad.)
Havi broke down the gate.
- Audumbla: Moo. (O, how nice.)
Moo. (What a relief.)
- Havi: Nothing less than a god could confine this ancient creature against her will. Was it the Trickster? Some other menace? Or do I imagine ill omens where none exist?
- Audumbla: Moo. (I feel you.)
Havi moved a rock out of the way so Audumbla could pass.
- Audumbla: Moo. (You are near.)
Moo. (I will find you.)
Havi broke down another wooden gate. Having been freed, Audumbla went to some ice stalagtites nearby.
- Audumbla: Moo. (I have found you.)
'Moo. (Thank you and good luck, godling.)
- Havi: It was simple thirst that drove this primeval creature. Even the gods are subject to common needs. Slake your thirst, Man-Maker. May you bring forth new things to amaze us all.
Njord's Lament
Havi heard Njord's drunken yelling from afar.
- Njord: Skadi ... O Skadi ... Why are you so cold? O, Skadi! I curse the day ... you were seized with lust ... for my perfect legs... Go back to your f-frigid mountains! The sea is my mistress!
Havi approached him.
- Havi: Njord, your drunken laments ripple through Asgard. What has brought you to this state?
- Njord: I have ... a beautiful ... beach home ... in Noatun! The most ... perfect place in all Asgard! But is it enough to make Skadi happy? No! She wants us to freeze up in the ... f-fucking mountains!
- Havi: She is Jotun. You should have known this before you married her.
- Njord: She chose me! Can I help it that I have such beautiful feet?
- Havi: You cannot keep this up. Your wailing will summon a sea storm.
- Njord: I care not. I have mead enough to keep me warm till ... till ... till Skadi and her clan return to their f-frigid homeland.
- Havi: Maybe they will, but not before plundering the vast riches from your beautiful home.
- Njord: I had not thought of that! By Ymir's balls, I must return to shore! Bring me a boat! I still have my pride. I refuse to swim like a ... fish ... fisher ... fisherman!
Havi got on a boat, taking the oar, and Njord climbed in.
- Njord: Skadi ... Skadi ... her heart is as cold as her ... mountain peaks.
- Havi: Having a Jotun wife cannot be easy.
- Njord: The only time she ever really smiled ... was when that ... goat ... nearly ripped Loki's balls off! I remember thinking ... that one is cruel ... and magnificent! But the pleasure was not worth the pain. And now ... I have her ... whole ... whole cursed clan to deal with.
- Havi: I know a rune that will dull the edges of their weapons.
- Njord: Only if it will ... blunt her tongue.
They reached the mainland.
- Havi: I hope you find peace, noble Njord. A bad match can be troublesome, but not worse than having nothing to love.
- Njord: My home at Noatun will bring me pleasure enough. But what about you, Wily One? What do you love?
- Havi: Knowledge, Sea King, and the pursuit of it. Untangling mysteries, uncovering lore ... that is what feeds me.
- Njord: Then from what I kn-know of the world and all the ... realms... you will never go hungry. Good luck to you.
Noble Harts
On the distance, Havi saw a deer.
- Havi: Dain, the Lifeless One. Why has this noble stag wandered so far from the tree, Yggdrasil? The sight of this majestic creature gives my own heart wings! I will follow in the same spirit.
Havi followed the stag, encountering another of its kin.
- Havi: Here is Duneyr the Unknowing! Have you eaten your fill of Yggdrasil's green leaves?
He continued to follow the animals, finding yet another of them.
- Havi: Durathor as well! Has some disaster befallen the Tree of Life, or is this simply a gathering og the hallowed herd?
A fourth deer joined the pack.
- Havi: Even Dvalin has roused from his Thriving Slumber! Does this wild run come from a place of joy, or fear?
The four deers led Haci to the fifth.
- Havi: And finally, Eikthyrnir. From whose horns flow the rivers, Sid and Vid.
The deer gathered around Haci and disappered in a blink of light, leaving behind a chest for him.
- Havi: So this was the purpose behind the prancing. An offering to their caretaker.
Havi retrieved one of Ymir's Tear Srones from the chest.
- Havi: Thank you, noble harts. I will put this gift to good use and remain your steadfast protector.
Valhalla Bound
Havi heard a yelling warrior.
- Einherjar: Your curses cannot touch me! I will bathe in your blood!
Havi approached.
- Havi: Warrior! Put reins upon your battle lust and ride it! Do not be ridden by it.
- Einherjar: I do not know your face, but I know...
- Havi: Yes, think. What are your last memories?
- Einherjar: I remember the fire-fog filling my throat ... wading through a sea of blood and meat ... a spear piercing my heart...
- Havi: And then the Valkyries plucked you from the Helvger, which leads lesser men to Hel and brought you here, to glorious Asgard.
- Einherjar: Asgard? This place is truly like no other ... and ... this is not a dream? Am I supposed to fight you?
- Havi: We will fight together and become part of the greatest army ever assembled. But first, go eat and drink among the gods. Take your place in the Hall of the Slain. Your bravery has earned it.
- Einherjar: Thor! Storm-Bringer! I offer you my blade! ... Odin! Raven-Feeder! I give you my life!
Jotunheim
Aegir's Daughters
Havi found a thrall complaining outside the meadhall.
- Thrall: They've been feasting for days in that hall. None for us lowly thralls, though.
Havi entered the Hall of Aegir.
- Daughter of Aegir 1: Come drink with us, stranger!
- Daughter of Aegir 2: Be welcome, Aesir. Our father's hall is a haven to all.
- Havi: I remember there was a cauldron here once, brought by Thor from Hymir's hall.
- Daughter of Aegir 1: A cauldron a mile deep. A mile of mead. I miss that cauldron.
- Daughter of Aegir 3: Father bet the cauldron on a foolish wager with Suttungr and lost. But we still have the ale from our brewery!
She handed Havi a mug of ale.
- Havi: Where is Aegir now?
- Daughter of Aegir 2: Gone to Utgard. He sent the cauldron to Suttungr, but it never got there. So he's gone to find out what's what. But enough of that. You are visitor to our great land, and we know its secrets. Ask of us your questions.
(If "I seek mysteries." was chosen)
- Havi: I want to know the unknown. Where should I look?
- Daughter of Aegir 2: There is a broken tower near Utgard that was once a place of great magic. Perhaps there is still some to be found there.
- Daughter of Aegir 1: To magic! May we never be without it!
(Accept - "I'll drink to that.")
Havi drank from his mug of ale.
- Daughter of Aegir 2: Let us tell you more about our homeland!
(If "Tell me about the beasts of this land." was chosen)
- Havi: What animals will I find in the wild?
- Daughter of Aegir 1: I have heard tell of a great bear of stone and ice that lives by a frozen lake.
- Daughter of Aegir 2: Enough talk! Time for a drink!
(Accept - "With pleasure.")
Havi drank more.
- Daughter of Aegir 2: Let us tell you more about our homeland!
(If "Tell me a sad tale." was chosen)
- Havi: Spin me a tale of tragedy.
- Daughter of Aegir 2: Once, Thor dashed the great serpent Jormungandr against our shores. Many ships wrecked, many Jotnar drowned.
- Daughter of Aegir 1: Seek a lonely tree on the shore and walk beneath it. You will see. Now let us drink to the fallen.
(Accept - "Let's drink!")
Havi drank more.
- Daughter of Aegir 2: You don't look well. Is our ale taking a toll on you?
Havi passed out.
Some time later, Havi woke up on some furs.
- Havi: Urgh! Tastes like a boar shat in my mouth. Where am I? I should... I should find out what I did while ale-addled. My mind is blank.
He examined some clothes nearby.
- Havi: Ripe with wine and vomit. These are thrall's clothes. Where did they come from?
Havi left the loft, climbing down a ladder to Aegir's main hall and left the building. He came upon a daughter of Aegir leading a boar.
- Daughter of Aegir: King Snortington demands tribute! Don't make us lock you up like we did your Aesir friend!
- Havi: King Snortington the boar ... once a prisoner, now free ... I think we even made up a song about it.
Havi went to the brewery, finding some wrecked boats inside a great barrel of ale.
- Daughter of Aegir: To the mighty reavers of the Ale Sea! The mice in the brewery still tell tales of last night's voyage.
- Havi: Were we trying to sail somewhere? Across the Ale Sea to the land of ... of ... I can't recall it.
Havi approached a house.
- Daughter of Aegir: Well, hello there. You turned out to have quite a head for heights.
Havi climbed to the roof of the house, finding an upturned cart there.
- Havi: I think I remember ... being up high? How did we get the cart up there?
Havi chuckled.
- Havi: We made wild revels, it seems. But no harm done, except to my head. Aegir's daughters are hospitable indeed.
The Giants of Fimbulwinter
[the yt video marks this as after A Feast to Remember.]
Havi climbed one of Jotunheim's mountains, looking for the source of the blizzard.
- Havi: And here are the storm-bringers. Explain this mischief.
- Kala: This tempest is our vengeance.
- Vindr: Cold winds for a cold heart.
- Kala: Three times we asked for Gunlodr's hand! Three times we demanded she choose between us!
- Vindr: Three times my brother's hideous face drove her away.
- Kala: It's YOUR face, shit-wit! We're twins!
- Havi: You conjured this storm because your feelings were hurt?
- Kala: This storm is the storm that rages within us! The noble pain of those wronged in love!
- Havi: The lady said no. Move on.
- Kala: I don't like your tone, Aesir. You think you're better than us, just like she did. Maybe it's time to shut your mouth.
- Havi: Why don't you come and try?
The twins attacked.
- Kala: Utgard will be buried beneath the snows of our fury!
We will not stop til Utgard is no more!
Havi killed both brothers, stopping the storm.
- Havi: The skies have cleared. The blizzard is over at last.
Wincestre
Mildberg the Miracle Legs
Eivor heard a young girl boasting as she approached a marketplace.
- Mildburg: They call me Mildberg the Miracle Legs! Come on! Someone must be brave enough to challenge me?
- Eivor: You are pretty cocksure for a child.
- Mildburg: You would be, too, if you had miracle legs.
- Eivor: Miracle legs? They seem pretty normal to me, girl.
- Mildburg: Looks can be deceiving. Have you heard of the great Pheidippides? The mighty hero of old? Ran all the way from Marathon to tell the king they won the battle. Then guess what happened? He only fell down dead!
- Eivor: Dead? From running?
- Mildburg: It was very far. Girls can't fight, it's the rules. But like Pheidippides, I am going to be the fastest messenger who ever lived.
- Eivor: So when the Norse defeat the Saxon armies, you'll quicly bear the bad news to your king?
- Mildburg: Them sissy-britches? Fat chance. So, do you want to race or not? I've beaten everyone else in the whole world.
- Eivor: In that case ... let's run!
The pair started their competition.
- Mildburg: Ah! Great Pheidippides, give me speed!
- Eivor: You are fast, I grant you. But you will not outrun me!
The race ended, with Eivor as the winner.
- Eivor: No other Saxon has been able to keep me on my toes like you, little one.
- Mildburg: I never thought I would be beaten. But you run like the wind! I am glad I had a real challenge.
- Eivor: And I am glad to have given you one.
- Mildburg: Do you like interesting places? I've run all over Wessex. Found some scary, spooky, magic spots!
- Eivor: Exploring such is what I live for.
- Mildburg: I'll give you my diary. I call it, The Many Wondrous Runnings of the Galloping Miracle Legs. Bye-bye!
Romeo and Aethelflaed
Eivor found a boy atop an observation tower.
- Esobert: I'm going to do it! You see if I don't. I'm just screwing my courage to the sticky place.
Eivor approached the boy.
- Eivor: What are you doing all the way up here?
- Esobert: Don't try and stop me. I will get that flower ... and then she'll see how much I love her.
- Eivor: A brave choice, little fellow.
- Esobert: Even if I get smashed on the ground like an ... an ... overripe plum... I am just getting my breath back. The climb was hard. I'm girding my erm ... loins...
- Eivor: Loins, eh? Or I could get it for you? I would hate to see such a ferocious flame snuffed out.
- Esobert: I mean, if you insist. But I could get it if I wanted to. Just so you know.
Eivor then used the zipline.
[If she misses the arch where the flowers re, you get this bit:
- Anglo-Saxon Child 1: She missed, the stranger missed! That could've been Esobert's mangled noggin.
- Anglo-Saxon Child 2: What a terrible show, boo, boo...!
you need to get the flower to progress, so this bit was optional]
Eivor landed on the arch and plucked a flower from it.
- Anglo-Saxon Child 1: Saints alive! Did you see that? God sent Esobert an angel!
- Anglo-Saxon Child 3: Is it over? Did he fall? God's buttered crumpets, I never told him I loved him.
Eivor approached Esobert.
- Esobert: If I'd known it was that easy...
- Eivor: you'd have done it yourself. Risked life and limb. But great men know the value of a champion.
She handed him the flower.
- Eivor: What will you do with such a treasure?
Esobert pointed to girl.
- Esobert: It is for her. It is all for her, so she will finally notice me.
He breathed in and approached the girl and her mother. He gave the flower to the girl.
- Ealhswith: Aethelflaed? What do you say to the sweet boy?
- Aethelflaed: Thank you for the flower. It is very beautiful.
- Esobert: Now we are bethrothed, and I will grow up to be a great king and you will be my fair lady.
- Ealhswith: What say you, daughter? Do you think him a worthy suitor? He risked so much to declare his love. I will tell my husband, the king, you claim our daughter's hand. When you are a bit older of course. Come dearest.
The queen and princess left, and Esobert rejoined his friends.
- Anglo-Saxon Child 1: Noah's holy cattle! You actually gave a flower to the princess!
- Esobert: And now we are bethrothed.
- Anglo-Saxon Child 1: Takes more than that. There's holding hands and grunting. And then sometimes praying... "O, God! O, God!"
- Esobert: King Esobert the first. The Flea of Wincestre!
- Anglo-Saxon Child: All hail the Lord of the Saxons. Esobert the Flea!
Jorvik
Deviled Water
Eivor came upon a scene by the river.
- Anglo-Saxon Man 1: Are you going to enter the water or not?
- Norse Man: No! The waters are too cold! But ... the quicker I am baptized, the bigger business will be.
- Anglo-Saxon Man 1: One does not receive the Holy Spirit under the watchful eye of God simply to improve trade!
- Anglo-Saxon Man 2: That man needs a push. Or a good scare.
- Anglo-Saxon Man 1: A moment in frozen water is a minor bit of suffering for a lifetime serving the Great Father! Do it!
One cannot become one of God's children without going through the proper ritual!
- Norse Man: No! I have avoided the water for weeks, and I do not intend to freeze this Yule!
- Anglo-Saxon Man 2: No wonder the people avoid your market stall. You positively reek.
- Norse Man: I have a delicate body! The cold will take the life out of me!
Eivor pushed the man into the river.
- Norse Man: Cold, cold! The ice waves are taking me, save... Hey, this is not so bad.
- Anglo-Saxon Man 1: Good God, at last! I hearby baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit within us all! You are now a child of God!
- Norse Man: So, is this it?
- Anglo-Saxon Man 1: It is. Go forth and walk His holy steps, new child!
- Norse Man: If his steps go to the market, then so be it. But first ... I could go for a nice swim.
Silver Wind Elder
Eivor arrived at a bakery in Jorvik.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: I will not stand for it! Rob me of my coin, rob me of my house ... to Hell with it, rob me of my wife! But may God strike you where you stand if you rob me of my pie!
- Eivor: What is this about god and pies?
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Someone stole my pie, and I, a skilled sniffer, am going to weed that pie thief out!
- Eivor: All for a piece of pie?
- Anglo-Saxon Man: It is no ordinary pie! My pies top any other pies, and the blasted pie thief knows it! The smell ... O, the smell! The thief went down this road!
He turned away, tracking the smell.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Come out, thief! I know you are here. I can smell my pie!
The thief should not be far. I will find that scoundrel!
Eivor and the baker came upon a woman during their search.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Mmm, the fragrance of melted butter ... comforting, warm.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: A-ha! The thief came by! I am on the trail! My pie is near, my nose does not lie! Come out, thief!
Another nose witness was found by the pair.
- Anglo-Saxon Man 2: The coy sweetness of berries ... I smell it!
- Anglo-Saxon Man: O-ho, the thief must be near now. I recognize my pie's allure to any nose! Come out, come out! Mmm, the aroma of a pastry baked just right ... the thief is near!
Eivor and the baker entered a building and found a child baking pies.
- Norse Child: Hmm ... I think this is just the right amount...
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Caught, scoundrel. Now, give me my delicious pie back.
- Norse Child: Delicious? Your pie was blander than my late father's face.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: What did you put in my pie? This smell, this ... aroma. It's never produced such n effet before!
- Norse Child: I added some honey. It'll enhance the berries by a bit...
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Good God ... it does enhance the sweet smell. That is ... remarkable. Unheard of. A miracle!
- Eivor: It seems like this child would make an extraordinary baker, and Jorvik could use one less thief.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Well ... it does smell spectacular. You have a keen sense for the culinary arts, child. You want a job?
- Norse Child: God's piss of luck! Thank you so much. You won't regret it, I have so many ideas.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Just stop stealing the pies. Ah, thank you for your help. Come by my stall should you have a craving for pie.
Vinland
Flight of Fancy
- Norse Woman: Arne! Fly up, Arne! You can do it, pet! Come on!
[approaches]
- Eivor: Dropped something?
- Norse Woman: Good ol' Arne, my beloved pet, fell down ... well, flew his way down below. Now, the poor thing is stuck. I cannot seem to encourage my Arne to fly back up. Looks like we still have a long way to go.
[... it's a turkey]
Eivor performs a leap of faith and finds Arne, a turkey, nearby.
- Eivor: It cannot fly. I will have to lead it back up.
- Norse Woman: Watch out for his ... affections. Arne is the fiery sort, loves to give ... kisses. Please don't kill him if he pecks you a bit.
Arne attacked Eivor.
- Norse Woman: Stop pecking, Arne!
Eivor led the turkey up the cliff.
- Norse Woman: Your voice is beautiful, Arne.
Thank you for bringing Arne back into my arms! I would like to repay your kindness. I have what is left of Arne's family. Unfortunately, they didn't survive their training quite as well. Try it, they're quite delicious!
The woman gave Eivor some turkey meat.
- Norse Woman: I guess I will go back to my friends, the Toothbreakers. I hope they still wait for me at the port. Come on, Arne. Let us take flight.
- Eivor: A winged companion is a boon.
Ursine Takeover
At Vithrloekr, Eivor finds a camp beset by bears.
- Eivor: A camp ... overrun with bears.
She heard a man whispering.
- Norse Man: Psst! Here, I'm over here!
Odin's beard! I-I can't move, it hurts. Hurry, before they catch on to my ruse!
Eivor killed the bears and went to meet the man.
- Eivor: You are safe now.
- Norse Man: Thank you, thank you, kinsman. I was so helpless against them. I even tried to use a key I found as a weapon. The brute swallowed it! Now I will never know what that key unlocks.
- Eivor: And how did you come to be stuck here?
- Norse Man: My friends, the Toothbreakers, were with me, but we were separated when I went searching for what my key might open. I ended up snooping around that abandoned camp, and that's when they showed up. Bears! So many bears. I must catch my breath...
Incomplete
Snotinghamscire
An Althing for the Half-Grown
Eivor came upon a group of six children holding court.
- Norse Child 1: The seats have spoken! Frode, write this down! Let it be known that candied pears emerge the victor this day! Onto the next ruling! Shall we play in the woods or down by the river tomorrow? Stools on the hay-side are for the woods, and the side with the sacks of beans for the river. Pick your seats! No pushing, Bjornsson! I'm watching you!
Three children picked the hay-side and three picked the bean side.
- Norse Child 1: Well, this is not good. It's a draw! This has never happened.
- Norse Child 2: Hm ... what about the Tall One? Can we ask her to help break this tie!
- Norse Child 1: Good idea, Frode! Tall One, sit by the hay-side if you vote for the woods! For the river ... the side with the sacks of beans!
[~player choice~]
[For reference, this player chose the bean-side]
- Norse Child 1: The answer is clear! We shall play in the river tomorrow!
- Eivor: Aye!
- Norse Child 1: Now, the next matter for out Althing...
All rose for the next choice.
- Norse Child 1: We need a name for our merry band. The choices are Raiders of the Cake or the Shadow Dragons! Stools on the hay-side are for Raiders of the Cake, and the side with the sacks of beans for Shadow Dragons! Pick your seats! Tall One, you too! Just in case we end up in a tie again!
Three children picked the hay-side and three picked the bean side.
- Norse Child 1: It looks like we're tied... for now. Tall One, we need your help once more!
Eivor once again broke the tie. [For reference, this player chose the bean-side]
- Norse Child 1: It is final! From now on, we are the Shadow Dragons!
- Eivor: A fitting name for future warriors.
- Norse Child 3: Roar!
- Norse Child 1: Now, to our next vote... What should we do if we manage to capture a Pict soldier?
All rose for the next choice.
- Norse Child 1: Stools on the hay-side are for beating him up! Side with the sacks of beans for taking him prisoner! Vote!
Three children picked the hay-side and three picked the bean side.
- Norse Child 1: It looks like we're tied... for now. Tall One, we need your help once more!
Eivor once again broke the tie. [For reference, this player chose the bean-side]
- Norse Child 1: The seats have spoken! We will take the prisoner for questioning! The Badge of Wisdom shall be awarded to those who voted for this! You too, Tall One!
The young girl gave Eivor a clover.
- Eivor: Remember, the more you know of your enemy the better. Do not let any opportunity to learn more of them escape you.
- Norse Child 1: Frode! You had better be writing these words of wisdom down! Thanks for the help, Tall One.
- Eivor: The next generation inspires confidence. Snotinghamscire is in good hands.
Sciropescire
Miracle
Eivor found a man complaining.
- Blind Man: O, gods. Where is that fucking spring? This is impossible! Which way?
Eivor approached the man.
- Eivor: Something wrong?
- Blind Man: I'm blind, you idiot!
- Eivor: I spoke to you out of friendly concern.
- Blind Man: My life is shit. I'll never find my way to Clee Hill Spring.
- Eivor: Why do you seek that spring?
- Blind Man: Do you know nothing? The enchanted waters heal people! You just have to show up. But I'll never make it. Unless ... Unless you lead me there. Dear Lord, yes! Walk loudly, friend. I'll follow wherever you go.
Eivor began leading him there.
- Blind Man: Lead me to Clee Hill Spring! My sight will return! I'll see birds and trees! Flowers and clouds!
- Eivor: War and squalor as well.
- Blind Man: O, thank you so much for pissing on my dreams. Do me a kindness, would you? Shove something in your gruel hole.
Eivor continued leading the man towards the spring.
- Blind Man: Is that the spring I hear? It's nearby! Hurry!
On the way there she heard another man asking for help.
- Lame Man: Dear Lord in Heaven. Give me strength!
O, I'll never make it. O, dear Heaven, why have I been afflicted with these legs?
Arriving at the spring, she turned to the blind man.
- Eivor: We are here. Clee Hill Spring.
- Blind Man: What? You expect gratitude? I have stumbled after you over rocks and troughs. Did you slow down? No. [Might be affected by running? maybe? he might just be a prick regardless]
- Eivor: I've done what I can.
Eivor then returned to the other man.
- Eivor: Why do you cry out so much?
- Lame Man: Ah! Sorry, friend. I questioned the Lord in a moment of weakness. I crawled this far, but it seems I will never get to Clee Hill.
- Eivor: Why go there?
- Lame Man: Long ago, Saint Milburga's prayers brought forth a miraculous spring bursting forth from the top of that hill. A simple visit cures all ailments! In fact, the spring is the source of this small fall of water right here.
Eivor picked up the man.
- Lame Man: What? Are you going to take me to Clee Hill Spring? O, thank you, stranger! It is a joyous day! I fervently hope I'm not too heavy. Huh ... You seem to be of sturdy build. On to Clee Hill and Saint Milburga's miraculous spring!
She gently put him down by the spring water.
- Lame Man: Who is this man?
- Blind Man: What? Who said that?
- Lame Man: I'm right here before you.
- Blind Man: Do you mock me? I'm blind!
- Lame Man: Ah. Sincere apologies. I did not realize.
- Blind Man: I meet nothing but village idiots. Why do you speak from the ground? Stand up and greet me proper.
- Lame Man: Alas, my legs are afflicted. I cannot stand.
- Blind Man: What good are you? A heap on the ground!
- Eivor: I see a way you can help one another.
- Blind Man: Would you please stick a cork in it for two minutes! It's obvious this piddling stream is useless. I'm stuck, blind as a dead dog, with no one to guide me on my way.
- Lame Man: I have no one to help me get around. Woe, O woe. Sometimes I almost lose faith.
- Blind Man: Wait.
- Lame Man: What?
- Blind Man: I need someone to lead, and you can see!
- Lame Man: And I need someone to carry me!
- Blind Man: Together we are as one full man! [bit ableist, gotta say]
- Lame Man: Ah! Heaven-sent joy! O! All because of this Dane! Thank you, stranger.
The blind man picked up the other man.
- Eivor: The Nornir work a tangled weave.
The Puppeteer
Eivor came upon a talking corpse near a locked entranced to some tunnels.
- Dead Body: Help me, wayfarer, or you'll see me in your dreams! I'm warning you! In your dreams, I said!
She approached it.
- Dead Body: Speak!
- Eivor: What are you?
- Dead Body: I died a terrible death, killed by wolves or something. Nobody read the last rites! I'm stuck in purgatory. Have a heart, wayfarer, give a little something to help free me.
- Eivor: Give something?
- Dead Body: A little ... offering to help a fellow out on my journey to the land of the dead.
- Eivor: I am not fooled by trickery.
- Dead Body: Don't pester dead people! Fifty pieces of silver will be enough to bring me peace.
- Eivor: I will find you ... and kill you.
- Dead Body: Twelve pieces of silver?
- Eivor: You'll soon be dead enough.
- Dead Body: A head of cabbage?
- Dead Body: I don't have all day, wayfarer. You should know, the dead do not have an abundance of patience!
Eivor started searching for the ventriloquist away from the body.
- Dead Body: Wayfarer? Where are you going? Get back here!
She came upon a house nearby with an entrance to the tunnels.
- Eivor: Ah! What is this? An entrance.
Eivor entered the tunnels and found the ventriloquist.
- Eivor: The voice of the dead! You appear much livelier than I expected.
- Swindler: I tried to swindle you, so what? Life is tough! It's good business being a dead man. No need to get angry about this.
Eivor killed the scammer.
- Eivor: Now you are truly dead. Speak all you want.
On a crate nearby she found a note from the swindler.
[Note already in page]
Eurviscire
Art-Scop
Eivor heard a bard singing.
- Berk the Bard: Heroes aplenty, warriors so many, but most walk about with heads that are empty. Would a soul in these lands, pay heed to a man, who wanders this world without a clan? Hey! You! My eyes and soul do not deceive me! You are the Wolf-Kissed, are you not? Come, come!
She approached him.
- Eivor: Greetings, bard.
- Berk the Bard: That face, that scowl... yes, indeed, you must be the Wolf-Kissed! Your fame and generosity are well-known to me!
- Eivor: You have a flatterer's tongue, bard. But how do you know me?
- Berk the Bard: The deeds of the great are a bard's stock in trade. The brave are wealthy, the wealthy are brave. So it goes. How about it, Eivor the Wanderer? Part with a queen's ransom and live on in immortal song?
- Eivor: Silver comes and silver goes, but the fame of the great endures.
- Berk the Bard: Both wise and generous! Truly you are history's mightiest champion. Now, hold tight while my muse inspires me.
From beyond the whale-roads, from history unknown, did the Norse take a stand, and now all must atone. Now comes Eivor of the Ravens, with the sun for eyes, trailing a river of blood, enough to paint the skies! Succumb to your fate with a kiss, a blade to your throat, the wolf's fangs to your shins. For the one blessing and the one cuse, is to meet the Wolf-Kissed!
- Eivor: Your kennings are weak. However, you make up for it with your clever tongue.
- Berk the Bard: 'Tis the tale of a bard such as I! We give and give and get nothing back. So it goes. Farewell, generous champion!
Crushed Dreams
Eivor discovered a corpse beneath a huge boulder, near some fishing nets.
- Eivor: Crushed to death. An unlucky way to die. Doubt he felt much.
She found a letter and a delicate ring near the body.
[Letter already in page]
A loud voice from higher up the mountain caught her attention.
- Anglo-Saxon Soldier: Did you hear that sound after I pushed the rock?
[Need to check what happens if eivor climbs to meet the soldiers]
Eivor went to Picheringa to find the widow.
- Hilda: A fishmonger can't sell week-old fish. Where's that husband of yours? Off fishing again?
Eivor approached the woman manning the stall, scaring off the customers.
- Eivor: Are you the wife of the man who fishes below the cliff?
- Vera: My husband fishes there, yes, and I run the stall. Do you fancy some fine, fresh fish?
- Eivor: I found your husband.
- Vera: And where is that fool? Drunk in some bed? Working off a debt?
- Eivor: Dead, I fear. Some bandits crushed him with a rock, hoping to fleece him.
- Vera: No! Wh-why ... that sweet fool, leaving me penniless...
- Eivor: Here, take this ring. I found it on his body. It is rightfully yours.
- Vera: His mother's ring! That fool, that damned, soft, loving fool. Thank you stranger. At least I have this.
- Vera: Marry, they said. Marriage has left me naught but a poor widow with nary a fish to sell.
Historia de Cordibus Pathetic
Eivor overheard a woman pleading to the target of her affections in front of his closed door.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Aldwyn! My love beams bright, my heart...
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Go away, Bertha!
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Aldwyn, my sweet! I'm here, I'm here! I even wrote you a poem, the kind you adore. Will you not listen? "Your starry eyes are like plates. With stars upon them, instead of food..."
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Bertha, please, you simply do not understand me! Just leave me be!
Eivor approached the woman.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Are you here to steal Aldwyn from me? But of course, his handsome face is a sight to behold!
- Eivor: Troubles of the heart?
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: I am merely a worm next to a flower such as he. My words have not captured his fancy, he is immovable.
- Eivor: You chose the wrong words.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Listen to you! If you are such a poet, help me open the door to his heart.
- Eivor: Give me a moment, I will come up with something.
Eivor looked around and found a journal page.
[note already in page]
She found big barrels full of ale.
- Eivor: Barrels of fresh ale. Whoever lives here has a taste for strong drink.
In a shed nearby Eivor discovered bags of ingredients.
- Eivor: Bags of malted barley and hops. Fine ones at that. This ale-maker knows his craft well.
She then returned to the woman.
- Eivor: I think I know what to say.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Let's hear it then.
("Praise his wonderful ale.")
- Eivor: You say he's a brewer. Praise his skills at the craft.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Aren't you a wise devil? Why didn't I think of that!
She turned to the door.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Here comes a tale, about legendary ale, so famous and delicious, it's the greatest in sales! It's drunk by kings and lords, devils and sinners. So good is its taste, it makes Aldwyn the winner!
Aldwyn unlocked the door and came out to meet the singer.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: These words about my ale, sung by a honey-voiced angel! Tell me, which of you sang such sweet words to me?
- Eivor: She crafted these words and sang them out for you.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: I never knew you crafted such wonderful word-songs, Bertha. Come in, I want to hear more...
Bertha celebrated and turned to Eivor, as Aldwyn returned to his house.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Thank you, friend. Take these trinkets I crafted for Aldwyn! Seems I don't need them anymore.
Bertha then followed Aldwyn inside.
Sunken Hope
Eivor heard two girls talking.
- Rilda: I'm scared for Father. Can you see him down there?
The girls noticed Eivor.
- Rilda: Hey, you! Can you swim? Our father's down there, looking for treasure.
- Runa: He dove way down deep, but I can't see him anymore.
Eivor dove into the water.
- Rilda: Do not worry, Runa. The warrior will find father.
- Runa: What if you're wrong? He's been down there for hours.
Eivor found the dead man near a bag with a silver bracelet, which she looted before returning to the young girls.
- Eivor: That lake goes deep.
- Runa: Did you at least find the treasure?
- Eivor: Yes. Take this bracelet your father sought. By rights, it's yours.
- Runa: Thank you, brave traveler. We knew you would find it.
- Rilda: And what about Father, did you find him?
- Eivor: This lake must serve as your father's grave now, but with this last gift, his memory survives. [This Probably changes based on the previous choice]
- Rilda: You mean ... he drowned?
The girls began crying.
- Eivor: Where's the rest of your family?
- Rilda: Mother got sick and never got better, and now she's under the ground. There's no one else.
- Runa: Rilda, remember. Father's sister in Jorvik.
- Eivor: Sell that trinket for food, then travel to your aunt. Your father would wish that.
Eivor left.
- Eivor: The world is hard, and the gods care not.
The Village: Jurthgard
Eivor came upon a deserted village.
- Eivor: There is the stench of rot in the air.
She saw someone speed through the village.
She saw them run into a house near the river and followed them in.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: Stop! Not a step closer!
- Eivor: There is nowhere left to go.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: P-please, don't hurt me!.
- Eivor: Why are you here alone?
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: I remain with my family. The Withering is taking them, but I do not wish to abandom them.
- Eivor: The Withering?
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: A disease that often goes unnoticed until it is too late. The whole village had it. It destroys the mind and heightens the aggresion in an individual, and ultimately, the poor soul is rendered catatonic.
- Eivor: Leave here, child. Your family will soon go, and this village has nothing for you.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: But ... Papa ... Mama ...
- Eivor: They will find peace in death. Live for them, they would want that.
- Anglo-Saxon Woman: I... I... Y-You're right. I cannot hold on any longer to what is already lost. I will go.Here, a key if you want to check on the sick, yourself. If I'm to leave, I can't face them again.
- Eivor: This town leaves behind a bitter legacy, but such is the way of this world.
[If Eivor unlocks the house next door]
- Anglo-Saxon Man: My head ... it swims ... a fairy ... no ... a demon!
- Eivor: The stench. They've endured much, it seems...
[Torn list is also found in this house,to which Eivor reacts with]
- Eivor: Hm ... a list of names, ages ... all killed by a plague. "The Withering."
She also prepared an offering.
- Eivor: It will not save them, but at least it might ease their suffering.
Glowecestrescire
The Body
Eivor found two children playing with a dead Norseman.
- Ascila: Look! His tongue's been torn out. Haha.
- Tristan: Stop it, Ascila! His ghost will haunt us!
- Ascila: There is no ghost. Danes don't have souls!
Eivor approached.
- Eivor: This man is a Norse warrior, and his body deserves respect! Where is his axe? He cannot go to Valhalla without it.
- Ascila: Hurrey ran off with it. Don't hurt us! We didn't mean anything! Please.
- Eivor: I will not harm you. I just want to get this man's axe returned. Where has this boy gone?
- Ascila: Over that way. He was playing with it. Slaying monsters.
Eivor went after Hurrey.
- Eivor: You there, boy. Give me the axe before you hurt yourself.
- Hurrey: I am no mere boy. I am Hurrey, slayer of monsters. You'll have to win it from me in single combat.
- Eivor: A monster slayer? Well, as a fellow warrior, I must trade for the axe in a warrior's charm. Thick arms of Aegir and thighs of Thor. Strength, honesty, and wit crave all wise warriors!
- Hurrey: I can feel this Norse magic running from my fingers to my toes. I bet I can beat you in a race back to that body!
Eivor got the axe and returned to the dead Viking.
- Ascila: Look, there's a spider crawling around his eye! I think it's eating it.
Eivor approached the body.
- Eivor: Though we know not your name or your clan, you are a warrior of good stock. Odin welcome you to his table in Valhalla.
- Hurrey: Amen. And one day, us warriors will join you, fighting monsters in eternal battle. [i think this depends on not knocking the teeth out of this child]
The Horn of Ragnar
Eivor passed by a man complaining in front of a house.
- Bron: I haven't the strength to break open my door.
Eivor approached.
- Eivor: This is your house?
- Bron: I set my key down, only to watch it fall into the river. My name is Bron.
- Eivor: Hej, Bron.
- Bron: Ah, a Dane! I have an object inside that you'd be interested in - the legendary horn of Ragnar Lothbrok.
- Eivor: You have Ragnar's horn? How can you know it was his?
- Bron: You have me there, friend. I cannot be certain. It's a very old Dane horn. Help me into my house. You can judge for yourself.
Eivor helped the man force open the door.
- Eivor: I am curious to see this horn.
- Bron: I hid it somewhere long ago. Forgive me, I can't recall just where. Help me search.
Eivor found a hiding place.
She found a gold locket.
- Bron: Ah! Look at that!
- Eivor: That's no horn.
- Bron: Let me have a look.
On a nearby table, Eivor spotted a note.
[note already in memory's page]
A voice broke out.
- Home Owner: Hold! Thieves! You filthy Dane, get out of my house!
- Eivor: This man told me this house was his.
- Home Owner: Have you any idea how important I am? I shall have you both flayed and hung from the city gates.
- Bron: Friend, it's all a simple misunderstanding.
- Home Owner: If you were indeed deceived, Dane, you'll return my bibelot and help me kill this villain.
- Eivor: Here is your item. Bron here is a liar and a thief. He deserves what he gets.
- Bron: No!
Eivor and the home owner killed Bron.
- Eivor: So much for him.
- Home Owner: You've helped me, Dane. I will not send you before the magistrate for robbery. I trust you are grateful.
- Eivor: I regret only that I did not hear the battle-song of Ragnar's horn.
Hamtunscire
We Are All Monsters
Eivor noticed an overturned cart.
- Eivor: What happened here? And what befell the driver?
She saw a note nearby.
- Tournament Invitation:
You are hereby invited to the annual bear-fighting tournament! Bring your finest bears and compete for the title of Bear Master!
Eivor saw a man up a hill, trying to keep away from a bear.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Huh... There's a bear in here who wants to eat my face. I would like it subdued, please. Hello? I can hear you out there! Aren't you going to save me? If I die, it'll be your fault, you know. Do you want that on your conscience? Do you?
Eivor attacked the bear.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Perhaps a chokehold would do the trick?
Be gentle! I don't want it bruised!
Use the flat of your blade!
[there might be a choice here? but the one i'm watching just killed the bear]
- Anglo-Saxon Man: PDid you kill it? You weren't supposed to actually kill it! Get in here, now! I want a word with you!
Eivor climbed the hill and approached the man.
- Eivor: Your gratitude is touching.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: Gratitude? That was my prize fighting bear you killed. How am I supposed to make my living now?
- Eivor: It is thanks to me that you are living at all.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: O, thank you, Your Majesty! Please accept my eternal loyalty for condemning me to abject poverty!
- Eivor: I should teach you some manners.
- Anglo-Saxon Man: You can take your manners and shove 'em where Odin can't see. Let's do this, you filthy Dane!
The man attacked and they fought, though Eivor was the winner.
- Eivor: Stilling that bitter tongue was a service to all.
The Arrow In The Tree
Eivor saw an anxious man at the foot of a cliff.
- Kenrick: This time I am going to do it. This time!
Eivor approached.
- Eivor: You pace about like a dog afraid of a beating. What troubles you?
- Kenrick: O, stranger! Here's a tale. I love Ethelind, a hunter's daughter. But the hunter's a fearsome fellow. Set me a task, he did. There's an arrow, stuck in that tree above, that the hunter once fired there. Before any man can have Ethelind, they need to climb up and get it. Many suitors have tried. All failed.
- Eivor: Looks like child's play to me. Maybe I can help.
- Kenrick: O, you do mean to help me! God bless you!
Eivor climbed the cliff to reach the tree, but found an angry animal up there as well.
- Eivor: A lynx. And he does not like visitors.
She killed the lynx.
- Kenrick: Hey! What's going on? Are you all right up there?
Eivor noticed a note among the remains of the previous suitors.
- Eivor: This one has a letter. Perhaps it will shed some light on this strange affair.
- Letter from Hunter's Daughter:
Osgar, my love,
Do not be angry. Yes, there were others before you, but Hengist and Sigbert mean nothing to me now. When it came to my father's challenge, both swore they would attempt it, and neither returned. I can only assume they fled in shame. How hard is it to climb a cliff?
I beg you, do not leave like they did, else Kenrick will be the only unmarried man left in the village.
Do not do that to me.
Please.
Ethelind.
- Kenrick: You did, er, remember the arrow, right?
Eivor climbed the tree and collected the arrow.
- Kenrick: You got the arrow! Praise be to you, stranger! Bring it back, won't you?
Eivor leaped down into a pile of leaves and approached Kenrick.
- Eivor: I have the arrow, proof of your boundless courage.
- Kenrick: O, thank you, stranger! I'll name our firstborn in your honor, swear I will! Er ... what is your name?
- Eivor: Eivor.
- Kenrick: Eivor, eh? Er ... well, maybe just something that rhymes with it, then? Would that do?
- Eivor: I found the other suitors. A lynx had made its lair up there. A hunter like Ethelind's father would have know that.
- Kenrick: Surely an innocent mistake? But I must bring him the arrow! He'll be so pleased someone's got it at last!
- Eivor: I found a letter from Ethelind. Seems she didn't think much of you. You were far from her first choice.
- Kenrick: O, I know. She's made no secret of that. But now they're dead, and I'm not, so ... tra-la-la!
- Eivor: I'm sure her father will be thrilled.
Jotunheim
Pit of Slaughter
Havi arrived at the pit of slaughter.
- Jotun: Utgard's fighting pit ... the place where legends are made!
Havi walked in.
- Dugr the Bold: Follow me to the pit, and we will destroy our opponents together!
Havi approached.
- Havi: I heard you calling for a fighting partner.
- Dugr the Bold: Two fight with two, that is the rule. But have no fear! You'll have little to do but watch as Dugr the Bold destroys his foes!
(If "Sounds easy enough." was chosen)
- Havi: I had expected fearsome opposition in the Jotnar fighting pits.
- Dugr the Bold: Fearsome, yes! Too fierce for you. But you can stand behind me. I'll deal with them single-handed.
(If "Why has no one else joined you?" was chosen)
- Havi: You seem to be having trouble finding someone to join you.
- Dugr the Bold: Proud fools! They are afraid I will show them up with my fighting prowess. You are not afraid, are you?
(If "What's in it for me?" was chosen)
- Havi: What is my reward if I help you?
- Dugr the Bold: Besides the glory of victory? Well, I have traveled far in this realm. I would be willing to share the location of some rare treasures.
(Accept - "Let's do it.")
- Havi: I like your confidence, at least. I'll take this challenge.
- Dugr the Bold: And you won't regret it! For Dugr the Bold is not only a great warrior but a shapeshifter of peerless skill! Pick an animal. Any animal! I will take on that form in the combat to come.
[CHOICES UUUUUGH]
- Havi: Of all the beasts of this land, the bear is the most fearsome.
- Dugr the Bold: Brute strength and savagery! Very well. Now let's fight!
In the pit, the two pairs prepared for the fight. Dugr transformed into a rabbit, while the opponents became a wolf and a lynx.[Is this affected by choice? maybe]
- Havi: A rabbit? What good is a rabbit?
Havi beat the two opponents.
- Havi: What in Hel's name was that? A rabbit? Did you hope to nibble your opponents to death?
- Dugr the Bold: Ah ... well, by making myself seem feeble, I made them lower their guard! All in a day's work for Dugr the Bold!
- Havi: Are you even able to transform into a real beast?
- Dugr the Bold: Of course I can? Anything I want! Er ... I just don't want to right now.
- Havi: I better get some reward for carrying you in that fight, or I'll stick your bobtailed arse in a stew.
- Dugr the Bold: I found a note on a dead traveler. It will lead you to treasures and secrets. At least I hope it will.
The Puppeteer
Havi saw a woman talking to a man in a cage.
- Jotun: Skami! Speak to me!
Havi approached the woman.
- Havi: Who has caged this Jotun?
- Jotun: An Aesir? It is a dire day when even enemies must be friends. But I must beg for your help. A hunter lives in a house nearby. He has become crazed, and now he preys on his fellow Jotnar. He has captured and beat my love, and soon he means to skin him like a rabbit! Will you have mercy and aid us?
- Havi: Where is this hunter?
- Jotun: Inside the house, asleep. Quickly, you must kill him before he wakes! He will have the key to this cage.
Havi walked towards a wall, hearing the Jotun woman talking to her partner again.
- Jotun: I'll free you, I promise! I'll find the key to this lock!
The wall had a barred door.
- Havi: A door in a wall? Is this the house she meant?
Havi circled around the wall, finding the other side of the barred door. He destroyed the lock, opened the door and walked through it. On the other side, the closed the door before opening it, this time to the inside of a house. On a table he found a hairbrush.
- Havi: A woman's hairbrush. Perhaps this hunter does not live alone.
On the second floor, the hunter slept.
[GODS, this is another that'll have to be checked again -fun]
[so, the guy from the vid i'm watching stole the key and then went to fight the hunter]
Havi stole the key.
- Havi: The key to the cage outside.
The hunter woke up as Havi explored the house and attacked.
- Hunter: An Intruder! Die, Aesir!
Get out of my house!
Having defeated the hunter, Havi approached.
- Hunter: Stop! Stop! Take what you want, just spare me!
- Havi: I am no thief. I am here to free the Jotun you have imprisoned.
- Hunter: That villain? He's lucky I only caged him. How would you react if you found another man porking your wife?
- Havi: Your wife?
- Hunter: Aye. I've been waiting for her to return so I can thrash her. She won't be able to walk once I'm done.
- Havi: Your wife?
- Havi: Your wife has deceived me. I'll leave you in peace.
- Hunter: Good. And leave that wretch in his cage. I'll deal with him later.
Gods help her when I catch her. I'll skin them both alive.
Havi left and talked to the woman outside.
- Havi: I have the key, Jotun, but I am not your assassin. Be satisfied with that.
- Jotun: O, stone and soil! Now he will hunt us wherever we go! You have saved us and doomed us all at once! Hurry now! Release him!
Havi did as told.
The beaten Jotun got up and talked to his partner.
- Skami: My love. I knew you'd come for me. And your husband? Is he dead?
- Jotun: He still lives. We must make haste, away to our secret tower! Maybe he will not find us there.
- Skami: As soon as I regain my strength, we will go. I fear I am too weak to move.
- Jotun: O, you must try! He will not be long, I know it!
Wincestre
Aelfred's Jewel
Eivor found a man yelling and knocking at a door.
- Cedric: Is this what you want, you filthy swindler? A pond full of piss? I'm happy to oblige. By Go's hairy balls, you are a thief and a swindler! Give me the jewel Aelfred comissioned.
Eivor approached him.
- Eivor: You seem agitated.
- Cedric: What gave it away? The fact that I had to debase myself pissing in this swindler's pond? Or the angry shouting?
- Eivor: This man has something on yours?
- Cedric: And here's another God sent to shit in my stewpot. Sod off unless you are going to magic Aelfred's jewel out your arse.
Eivor went around the house.
- Eivor: If the jewel belongs to Aelfred, it might be worth a pretty penny.
The shieldmaiden broke in through a blocked window, finding the jeweler inside.
- Jeweller: Oi, get out of it, you!
You! What are you doing here?
- Eivor: I am not your enemy ... yet. But that man outside certainly wants Aelfred's jewel.
- Jeweller: Jesus wept upon the Holy Cross. Fuck off the both of you. Aelfred will get the jewel when I get what I'm owed.
- Eivor: Peace, or you'll feel my blade in your guts.
- Jeweller: Sorry, my beef is not with you. I only ask for what coin is fair. It cost me double to make over what was agreed. I have a wife to feed.
- Eivor: If the jewel belongs to Aelfred, then on your life, you'd be wise to deliver it for the agreed price.
- Jeweller: Mary on a donkey! You deserve the bloody thing. It's not worth my hide. Much as my wife would love to be a widow.
Eivor left the house with the jewel.
- Eivor: I have your jewel.
- Cedric: Well, I didn't ask for your help, but I am glad of it. Aelfred commissioned this rare thing.
- Eivor: How rare?
- Cedric: Filigreed gold, centered with a rock crystal and enamel plaque. A miniature of our most beatific Lord, Jesus christ ... and... And you're going to just keep it, aren't you?
- Eivor: You may have it. But tell your king it will all be mine soon enough. His jewels. His treasures. His city. His throne.
- Cedric: What? No, I... God's pearly tooth! Here's payment for you and we will both forget this meeting.
Asser
Eivor entered a small church, seeing a man looking over many scrolls.
- Asser: Your meaning is unclear, God of Gods. Please, there must be some other purpose for my life!
- Priest: You have not left the church in days. The stench offends even God's nose.
- Asser: I have been looking at his scripture for hours. God is giving me a sign. If only I could see it ... see his light.
- Priest: A sign? God in Heaven. Give him a sign. Set him on his true path. Far away from me.
- Asser: Yes! Illuminate me, O Lord. Illuminate me!
Eivor approached Asser.
- Eivor: What troubles you?
- Asser: God will speak to me, I know it. He will show me my true path.
Send me a sign, O Lord. Illuminate my true path. For you are the shepherd and I am the lamb who follows your lamp.
Eivor read the papers on the three lecterns nearby.
- Eivor: God's light will show him his true path? Maybe I can illuminate the lecterns somehow to cease his prattling.
- Placeholder:
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- Priest's Writings:
My God, whom I praise, do not remain silent, for people who are wicked and deceitful have opened their mouths against me; they have spoken against me with their lying tongues.
- Calming Psalm:
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. I have sworn and confirmed that I will keep Your rightful judgements...
Eivor then went outside the church and blocked a window.
- Asser: Lord, your light falters! Please do not forsake me. Is the tenebrous pall of darkness my fate?
Eivor then unblocked a window, so the light from outside would illuminate one of the lecterns.
- Asser: My path is clear. I must throw off the shackles of brotherhood. I will dedicate my life to glorifying God, through another. My account must be one of the utmost grace, exhaustive, immortalizing the great acts of the prodigal Aelfred.
- Asser: Thank you, Lord, I will write a blessed manuscript praising Aelfred and his great works.
The man ran out of the church.
- Eivor: So, I have set him on a path to glorify Aelfred? That pompous Saxon? I hope his writing reeks as much as he does.
Vinland
A Dead Man's Tale
Eivor found a dead body at a cliff's drop.
- Eivor: A lonely end. Luck skipped his turn.
She read a nearby note.
[Note already in page]
- Eivor: Take you back to Nyhofn? A tall ask for a corpse.
She picked up the dead man and headed for Nyhofn.
- Eivor: You have some weight on you.
Almost there.
Arriving at the settlement, Eivor heard a woman screaming.
- Norse Woman: Brother? Brother!
The woman approached Eivor.
- Norse Woman: Brother...! You should have listened to me... You have always been too selfish, reckless! Even Mother said so!
- Eivor: Blame not the adventurer, for the pull of blood-song can tempt even the gods.
- Norse Woman: Wh-where do I go now, without you to guide me? Wh-what should I do? L-lost... I am l-lost...
- Eivor: Remember your brother and all that he is. Bring home his tales and let his legacy be grown. That is all we are ... words and song.
- Norse Woman: I will hone my bow-craft, and he will smile upon me from above. He will be proud.
Eivor nodded.
- Norse Woman: Th-thank you, for bringing him back. Thank you.
I'm going to be the best hunter ever, just like you, Brother. Wait and see, I will shoot that elk in the eye.
[don't know if what comes after the choice is specific to it or not, so it gets shoved in the tabber for now]
Breaking Teeth, Not Hearts
[Goddammit, this one is changed by the ones you did before, cause the dead dude in dead man's tale was part of the group and the woman from the flights of fancy is one]
[Not dealing with this one then]
- Norse Man: Frey! Wh-wha? N-no... is that?
- Norse Woman: He is in the halls now.
- Norse Man: I ... I am sorry, Frey. He died by prey, but he will rest a hunter. "O'er the waves we sail, cutting the ocean's skin ... and when the dawn arrives, the time for hunt begins..."
Valhalla Gear
Missing info:
- Ljosalfar Blade (Class)
- Taranis Pants (Description)
Valhalla Armor
Variation
An attempt to list variations based on the image files.
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| Hidden Ones Set
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Helmet
|
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| Cloak
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| Bracer
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| Torso
|
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| Pants
|
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| Valkyrie Set
|
Helmet
|
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| Cloak
|
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| Bracer
|
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| Torso
|
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| Pants
|
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| Mōdraniht Ceremonial Set
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Helmet
|
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|
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| Cloak
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| Bracer
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| Torso
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| Pants
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|
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| Gothic Set
|
Helmet
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|
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| Cloak
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| Bracer
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| Torso
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| Pants
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|
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| Hearthweru Set
|
Helmet
|
|
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|
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| Cloak
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|
|
|
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| Bracer
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|
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| Torso
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|
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| Pants
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|
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| Niflheim Set
|
Helmet
|
|
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|
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| Cloak
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|
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| Bracer
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| Torso
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|
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| Pants
|
|
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| Hel's Damnation Set
|
Helmet
|
|
|
|
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| Cloak
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|
|
|
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| Bracer
|
|
|
|
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| Torso
|
|
|
|
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| Pants
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|
|
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| Saint George's Set
|
Helmet
|
|
|
|
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| Cloak
|
|
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|
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| Bracer
|
|
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|
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| Torso
|
|
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|
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| Pants
|
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| Taranis Set
|
Helmet
|
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| Cloak
|
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| Bracer
|
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| Torso
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|
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|
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| Pants
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| Black Raven Set
|
Helmet
|
|
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| Cloak
|
|
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|
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| Bracer
|
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| Torso
|
|
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|
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| Pants
|
|
|
|
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| Bayek's Outfit
|
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| Ezio's Outfit
|
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| Altair's Outfit
|
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Descriptions
| Name
|
Type of Gear
|
Class
|
Description
|
| Brigandine Cape
|
Cloak
|
Bear
|
Offers basic protection without betraying your anonymity.
|
| Thor's Cape
|
Cloak
|
Bear
|
Even gods need to hide from their enemies sometimes.
|
| Hidden Ones' Hood
|
Cloak
|
Raven
|
The hood of an outfit worn by the original Egyptian Hidden Ones in the first century AD.
|
| Mentor's Cloak
|
Cloak
|
Raven
|
The cloak of a Hidden Ones' outfit from 4th century Roman Britain, worn by one who had achieved the rank of Mentor. The identity of this Mentor is unknown.
|
| Thegn's Cloak
|
Cloak
|
Bear
|
You will appear as just one among many nobles in this fine cloak.
|
| Carolingian Hood
|
Cloak
|
Bear
|
Carolingian know-how is shown by the overall quality of this vibrant red fabric and detailed embroidery.
|
| Galloglach Cape
|
Cloak
|
Wolf
|
Supple and sturdy, this mercenary's cloak comes from over the Irish Sea.
|
| Magister's Cloak
|
Cloak
|
Raven
|
The cloak from an outfit last worn by Magister Vitus, a fifth-century Hidden One who oversaw the evacuation of the Brotherhood from England. The fate of Vitus himself remains a mystery.
|
| Mōdraniht Ceremonial Cape
|
Cloak
|
Wolf
|
Used during blood sacrifices.
|
| Berserker Hood
|
Cloak
|
Bear
|
Everyone can appreciate the value of a good hood, no matter one's preferred style of engagement.
|
| Huntsman Cloak
|
Cloak
|
Wolf
|
A hunter's cloak. Rough, rustic, and ready to wear.
|
| Brigandine Armor
|
Torso
|
Bear
|
Made from boiled leather and common metals, this armor offers basic but reliable protection.
|
| Hidden Ones' Robes
|
Torso
|
Raven
|
The robes of an outfit worn by the original Egyptian Hidden Ones in the first century AD.
|
| Thor's Battle Plate
|
Torso
|
Bear
|
Possibly forged of Asgardian steel, this armor is part of Thor's ultimate armor.
|
| Thegn's Heavy Tunic
|
Torso
|
Bear
|
This armor will protect you from anything on a battlefield, including embarrassment.
|
| Magister's Robes
|
Torso
|
Raven
|
The robes from an outfit last worn by Magister Vitus, a fifth-century Hidden One who oversaw the evacuation of the Brotherhood from England. The fate of Vitus himself remains a mystery.
|
| Huntsman Armor
|
Torso
|
Wolf
|
A fine set of armor for one who lives and works in the wilderness.
|
| Berserker Armor
|
Torso
|
Bear
|
A true warrior fears no pain. He dares opponents to strike at him and shows to all how fearless he is!
[I wonder if this is gender-flipped if you play as canon Eivor]
|
| Carolingian Torso
|
Torso
|
Bear
|
Many thoughts go into the creation of armor. Its effectiveness, comfort, style, and the ability to inspire fear in one's enemies.
|
| Mentor's Robes
|
Torso
|
Raven
|
The robes of a Hidden Ones' outfit from 4th century Roman Britain, worn by one who had achieved the rank of Mentor. The identity of this Mentor is unknown.
|
| Galloglach Armor
|
Torso
|
Wolf
|
Light and maneuverable, this mercenary's armor comes from over the Irish Sea.
|
| Mōdraniht Ceremonial Robe
|
Torso
|
Wolf
|
Fight off the winter chill with your blood stained Ceremonial robe.
|
| Bayek's Outfit
|
Torso
|
Bear
|
The outfit of the first assassin Bayek.
|
| Brigandine Helm
|
Helmet
|
Bear
|
With this helm, your chances to live and see another battle will increase.
|
| Raven Clan Helmet
|
Helmet
|
Raven
|
A helmet with two ravens engraved on either side to sharpen the thoughts and memory of its wearer.
|
| Thor's Helmet
|
Helmet
|
Bear
|
Protects you even if the sky falls on your head.
|
| Mentor's Mask
|
Helmet
|
Raven
|
The mask of a Hidden Ones' outfit from 4th century Roman Britain, worn by one who had achieved the rank of Mentor. The identity of this Mentor is unknown.
|
| Thegn's Great Helm
|
Helmet
|
Bear
|
The helm of nobility. Do not be surprised if your enemies bow before attacking.
|
| Berserker Helm
|
Helmet
|
Bear
|
Fearsome and intimidating, this bearskin is the inspiration for your savage might in battle.
|
| Carolingian Helm
|
Helmet
|
Bear
|
Iconic Carolingian pointy helmet. The style is an acquired taste for many, but its effectiveness is proven.
|
| Hidden Ones' Mask
|
Helmet
|
Raven
|
The mask of an outfit worn by the original Egyptian Hidden Ones in the first century AD.
|
| Galloglach Helm
|
Helmet
|
Wolf
|
Sturdy and solid, this mercenary's helm comes from over the Irish Sea.
|
| Magister's Mask
|
Helmet
|
Raven
|
The mask from an outfit last worn by Magister Vitus, a fifth-century Hidden One who oversaw the evacuation of the Brotherhood from England. The fate of Vitus himself remains a mystery.
|
| Mōdraniht Ceremonial Headress
|
Helmet
|
Wolf
|
A terrifying headress to get you into the Yule spirit.
|
| Huntsman Helm
|
Helmet
|
Wolf
|
A helm for a hunter of all manner of prey, be it human or animal.
|
| Brigandine Gauntlets
|
Bracers
|
Bear
|
The marking is meant to inspire courage in the wearer.
|
| Raven Clan Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Raven
|
Sleek bracer that any self-respecting raven would appreciate to preserve its wings.
|
| Thegn's Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Bear
|
A noble way to protect your arms in the throes of battle.
|
| Berserker Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Bear
|
Less to protect and more to keep the wrists and forearms warm and limber throughout the fight.
|
| Carolingian Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Bear
|
Tight leather bracers to keep one's blood pressure stable. It might be useful in case one member gets cut off while fighting.
|
| Hidden Ones' Gloves
|
Bracers
|
Raven
|
The gloves of an outfit worn by the original Egyptian Hidden Ones in the first century AD.
|
| Mentor's Vambrace
|
Bracers
|
Raven
|
The vambraces of a Hidden Ones' outfit from 4th century Roman Britain, worn by one who had achieved the rank of Mentor. The identity of this Mentor is unknown.
|
| Galloglach Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Wolf
|
Light and flexible, these mercenary's bracers comes from over the Irish Sea.
|
| Magister's Vambraces
|
Bracers
|
Raven
|
Vambraces from an outfit last worn by Magister Vitus, a fifth-century Hidden One who oversaw the evacuation of the Brotherhood from England. The fate of Vitus himself remains a mystery.
|
| Thor's Gauntlets
|
Bracers
|
Bear
|
Only by wearing all of Thor's armor will these gauntlets allow you to wield Thor's mighty Mjolnir.
|
| Mōdraniht Ceremonial Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Wolf
|
Keep your arms warm with the blood of your sacrifices.
|
| Huntsman Vambraces
|
Bracers
|
Wolf
|
Vambraces for one who lives in the wilder parts of the world.
|
| Brigandine Trousers
|
Pants
|
Bear
|
Offers warmth and a great range of mobility during combat.
|
| Raven Clan Breeches
|
Pants
|
Raven
|
Well-made pants, but not overly adorned.
|
| Hidden Ones' Leggings
|
Pants
|
Raven
|
The pants of an outfit worn by the original Egyptian Hidden Ones in the first century AD.
|
| Thegn's Breeches
|
Pants
|
Bear
|
A pair of fine, warm pants befitting one of high standing.
|
| Mentor's Trousers
|
Pants
|
Raven
|
The trousers of a Hidden Ones' outfit from 4th century Roman Britain, worn by one who had achieved the rank of Mentor. The identity of this Mentor is unknown.
|
| Carolingian Pants
|
Pants
|
Bear
|
Simple pants whose flexible material and sturdy construction allow for an easier time on long voyages.
|
| Galloglach Trousers
|
Pants
|
Wolf
|
Strong yet comfortable, these mercenary's pants comes from over the Irish Sea.
|
| Thor's Breeches
|
Pants
|
Bear
|
Pants of the highest quality. Made for a god's journey into mystery.
|
| Magister's Trousers
|
Pants
|
Raven
|
The trousers from an outfit last worn by Magister Vitus, a fifth-century Hidden One who oversaw the evacuation of the Brotherhood from England. The fate of Vitus himself remains a mystery.
|
| Mōdraniht Ceremonial Trousers
|
Pants
|
Wolf
|
Crafted from the thickest leather for maximum warmth.
|
| Berserker Breeches
|
Pants
|
Bear
|
Made of bear hide and shaped to allow freedom of movement, while covering the important parts.
|
| Huntsman Breeches
|
Pants
|
Wolf
|
A sturdy pair of pants designed for long treks and rough country living.
|
| Gothic Crown
|
Helmet
|
Raven
|
Legend says that whoever wears this crown would be able to rule over the world of man with an iron fist.
|
| Hel's Damnation Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Bear
|
Most foes will think twice before raising their sword against you, after seeing those hellish chains on your bracers.
|
| Hel's Damnation Helm
|
Helmet
|
Bear
|
This helmet could very well be the long last crown of Muspelheim. Maybe.
|
| Huldufolk Helm
|
Helmet
|
Raven
|
Not as ostentatious as other helmet designs, which suits the purpose of those wearing it quite well.
|
| Gothic Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Raven
|
Gauntlets in good condition aside from a finger which bears marks of a burning ring. No one knows what really happened.
|
| Gothic Hood
|
Cloak
|
Raven
|
Torn passages of the Book of Revelation are apposed to both sides of these pauldrons, to remind anyone of the Last Judgement's scourges.
|
| Niflheim Hood
|
Cloak
|
Raven
|
Not only practical to ward off the wind, but also blowing snow, hail and rain in equal measure.
|
| Niflheim Armor
|
Torso
|
Raven
|
In the realm of eternal mists, remember that there are worse things to fends off [sic] than the cold.
|
| Hearthweru Armor
|
Torso
|
Wolf
|
An elite guard must stand out from the common warriors. This armor marks you as a peerless fighter that stands above others.
|
| Hearthweru Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Wolf
|
Showing the patterns on one's bracers could allow you to pass guarded locations... depending on who you show it to.
|
| Hearthweru Pants
|
Pants
|
Wolf
|
Hidden layers of padding and mail links provide extra protection to defend against knaves attempting to hamstring you.
|
| Hearthweru Hood
|
Cloak
|
Wolf
|
Be it for a lord's guard or for a lowly farmer, a hood is always a must-have when outdoors.
|
| Draugr Helm
|
Helmet
|
Wolf
|
A helm designed to emulate a skull, or perhaps a helm meant to draw out one's death essence for all to see?
|
| Draugr Hood
|
Cloak
|
Wolf
|
Onlookers can get a glimpse of Hel lurking beneath the hood. In this case, Hel is also looking back at them.
|
| Draugr Armor
|
Torso
|
Wolf
|
Clad in raiment reeking of death, it is easy to assume someone was buried with it and returned to the living.
|
| Draugr Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Wolf
|
The grip offered by these is surprisingly good. One could say it is as strong as the grip of death itself.
|
| Draugr Pants
|
Pants
|
Wolf
|
Sturdy, if somewhat dirty and ragged-looking attire. Wearers should not fear getting dirtier.
|
| Huldufolk Hood
|
Cloak
|
Raven
|
One's features cannot fully be covered by a simple hood, but with a little extra cloth, the disguise is complete.
|
| Huldufolk Armor
|
Torso
|
Raven
|
The finish on the metal pieces has been malted, the cloth kept dark, and any excess fabric removed. Perfect for ambushes.
|
| Huldufolk Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Raven
|
Made with ample room to conceal weaponry for those less than honest in fights in the middle of the night.
|
| Huldufolk Trousers
|
Pants
|
Raven
|
Do not let the embroidery fool you. This piece of attire is just as practical as any other, but more stylish.
|
| Valkyrie Helm
|
Helmet
|
Bear
|
This winged headpiece feels like it can encourage those around you to higher levels of bravery and skill.
|
| Valkyrie Cloak
|
Cloak
|
Bear
|
Made only of the finest materials, this would not appear out of place in the greatest of halls.
|
| Valkyrie Armor
|
Torso
|
Bear
|
A richly decorated, yet functional, suit of armor fit to grace those heralding foes to the afterlife.
|
| Valkyrie Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Bear
|
Solid enough to deflect blows and yet intricate enough to inspire awe in onlookers.
|
| Valkyrie Leggings
|
Pants
|
Bear
|
One could not wish for better workmanship or sturdier attire before heading off to battle.
|
| Einherjar Helm
|
Helmet
|
Wolf
|
Iconic Norse helmet allowing to hide one's expression. Perfect to remain stoic in the face of adversity.
|
| Einherjar Hood
|
Cloak
|
Wolf
|
The embroideries and the vibrant red fabric used for this hood indicate its royal origins.
|
| Einherjar Armor
|
Torso
|
Wolf
|
Magnificent tunic made by a skilled weaver. It is a shame that is now covered by blood.
|
| Einherjar Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Wolf
|
The weight added to these bracers increases one's strength when charging a heavy hit.
|
| Einherjar Pants
|
Pants
|
Wolf
|
These elegant boots confer class to their owner when stomping on enemies' dead bodies.
|
| Hearthweru Helmet
|
Helmet
|
Wolf
|
A sturdy, yet practical, helmet design. This stylish piece of headgear covers the face and neck in a protective steel shell.
|
| Hel's Damnation Hood
|
Cloak
|
Bear
|
The countless number of battles took a toll on the fabric of this hood, yet it remains serviceable.
|
| Hel's Damnation Armor
|
Torso
|
Bear
|
Plenty of swords were broken trying to pierce through these fiery iron plates, the last chance of survival of their owners going up in smoke.
|
| Hel's Damnation Pants
|
Pants
|
Bear
|
These sturdy boots make it nearly impossible for enemies to harm your legs. They also work wonders in preventing ankle sprains.
|
| Niflheim Helmet
|
Helmet
|
Raven
|
This helmet invokes a tiny fraction of the cold that helped shape Midgard into the land you now know.
|
| Niflheim Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Raven
|
Warmth and protection are always a priority no matter the realm you reside in. These offer more than enough of both.
|
| Niflheim Pants
|
Pants
|
Raven
|
When threading [sic?] through snowfields, you can always rely on this rugged set of attire to do the work.
|
| Gothic Armor
|
Torso
|
Raven
|
An armor seemingly made of nightmares and countless sinners who lost hope. Please not that you will probably need to slaughter additional sinners to enhance it.
|
| Gothic Pants
|
Pants
|
Raven
|
Reda mentioned that these breathable greaves belonged to one of the horsemen of the Apocalypse. No one can underestimate the importance of a comfy armor set even while spreading chaos and death.
|
| Saint George's Cape
|
Cloak
|
Bear
|
In extremely good condition considering its age.
|
| Saint George's Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Bear
|
These ancient bracers fit you as though you were always destined to wear them.
|
| Saint George's Trousers
|
Pants
|
Bear
|
Remarkably clean for an ancient pair of trousers.
|
| Saint George's Armor
|
Torso
|
Bear
|
Worn by George of Lydda while he smote the dragon.
|
| Saint George's Great Helm
|
Helmet
|
Bear
|
There are several dents from the battles fought by George of Lydda.
|
| Taranis Hood
|
Cloak
|
Wolf
|
No sparks ever dance across the surface of this material, no matter how furiously you brush it.
|
| Taranis Helmet
|
Helmet
|
Wolf
|
It seems as if the very essence of a god is contained within this helm, imbuing the wearer with mysterious power.
|
| Taranis Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Wolf
|
A set of bracers crafted from unknown materials of exquisite quality and channeling lightning that is harmless to the wearer.
|
| Taranis Armor
|
Torso
|
Wolf
|
The craftsman who made this had skill and technique above any who dwell in Midgard, past and present.
|
| Taranis Pants
|
Pants
|
Wolf
|
.
|
| Black Raven Hood
|
Cloak
|
Raven
|
Prophetic visions of the one-eyed god seem to indicate he wore similar apparel, himself...
|
| Black Raven Helmet
|
Helmet
|
Raven
|
A sturdy and artistically made helmet in the manner of a raven's head. Many wonder if this represents Huginn or Muninn.
|
| Black Raven Bracers
|
Bracers
|
Raven
|
Sturdy and comfortable, yet large enough to hide all manner of objects and secrets within and away from prying eyes.
|
| Black Raven Armor
|
Torso
|
Raven
|
Despite its lightweight construction to avoid hindering movement, this armor greatly aids in deflecting the worst of blows.
|
| Black Raven Pants
|
Pants
|
Raven
|
One who stalks the night to find prey should look no further for good muffled gear to wear, no matter the environment.
|
Valhalla Weapons
Variation
An attempt to list variations based on the image files.
- 'X' indicate the image exists with that tier's name, but the weapon is not known.
- The Origins image indicate double checking is needed.
- The Valhalla image indicate the image is ready for posting.
| Type of Gear
|
Name
|
Fine
|
Superior
|
Flawless
|
Mythical
|
| Spear
|
Areadbhair
|
|
| Seax
|
Ljosalfar Blade
|
|
| Seax
|
Kopis
|
|
| Great Sword
|
Scimitar
|
|
| Flail
|
Hag's Bite
|
|
| Dane Axe
|
Bone-Maul
|
|
| Dane Axe
|
Skadi's Blade
|
|
| Dane Axe
|
Vordr's Bite
|
|
| Dane Axe
|
Hemming's Axe
|
|
| Dane Axe
|
Sharp Stick
|
|
| Light Shield
|
Blodwulf
|
|
|
|
|
| Light Shield
|
Sleipnir Shield
|
File:ACV Sleipnir Shield.png
|
| Light Shield
|
Spartan Shield
|
|
| Hunter Bow
|
Sagittarius Bow
|
|
|
|
|
| Hunter Bow
|
Einherjar Bow
|
|
| Hunter Bow
|
Dreka Bow
|
|
| Light Bow
|
Skadi's Wrath
|
|
|
|
|
| Light Bow
|
Viper Bow
|
|
|
|
|
| Light Bow
|
Spartan Bow
|
|
| Light Bow
|
Hunbeorht's Bow
|
|
| Predator Bow
|
Recurve Bow
|
|
|
|
|
| Predator Bow
|
Longbow
|
|
|
|
|
| Predator Bow
|
Shadow-Strike
|
|
| Predator Bow
|
Bullseye
|
|
| Predator Bow
|
Petra's Arc
|
|
| Bearded Axe
|
Fyrd Axe
|
|
Descriptions
Based on screenshots of my lovely contact.
I know some have pages already, it's to help with sifting through the images.
| Name
|
Type of Gear
|
Class
|
Description
|
| Kopis
|
Seax
|
Raven
|
A blade from an earlier era. Thin, sharp and curved in a manner to bite more deeply into the flesh.
|
| Vordr's Bite
|
Dane Axe
|
Bear
|
Armed with this weapon, the wardens of our hugr may guard us from birth to death. But until they come to claim it, it's yours.
|
| Hemming's Axe
|
Dane Axe
|
Wolf
|
Axe of Jarl Hemming, father to Vili. Given to Eivor with profound appreciation.
|
| Spartan Shield
|
Light Shield
|
Bear
|
An ancient shield that can withstand the passage of time itself.
|
| Mōdraniht Ceremonial Shield
|
Light Shield
|
Bear
|
A nice light shield that won't weight you down while you're drinking.
|
| Mōdraniht Ceremonial Seax
|
Seax
|
Bear
|
Generally used for animal sacrifice but works just as well on humans.
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| Blodwulf
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Light Shield
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Wolf
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Soma of Grantebridge took this shield as a prize the first time she captured the city. Given to Eivor as a gift.
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| Skadi's Wrath
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Light Bow
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Bear
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A light bow from the Kingdom of Mercia. Precise and rapid.
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| Recurve Bow
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Predator Bow
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Raven
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Once wielded by the soldiers of King Eirik of Hordaland, this fine bow fell into mercenary hands after the king's defeat at Hafrsfjord.
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| Petra's Arc
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Predator Bow
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Wolf
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A bow of remarkable lightness, strength and versatility. Given by Petra in honor of Eivor's defeat of all the great prey.
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| Viper Bow
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Light Bow
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Raven
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Not poisonous but just as deadly.
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| Bullseye
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Predator Bow
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Raven
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Discovered inside Crepelgate Fort, this bow has unmatched accuracy and once belonged to Avgos, an expert marksman.
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| Longbow
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Predator Bow
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Wolf
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A standard longbow once wielded by the soldiers of the now-defunct Kingdom of Lindsey. Simple, effective, and deadly.
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| Hunbeorht's Bow
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Light Bow
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Bear
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Cut from the finest alder trees in Lincolnscire. Given to Eivor by Aelfgar.
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| Sagittarius Bow
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Hunter Bow
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Wolf
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A composite bow used long ago by the Roman legions stationed along Hadrian's Wall.
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| Areadbhair
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Spear
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Wolf
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Legends say this spear has a life of its own and an unquenchable thirst for blood.
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| Ljosalfar Blade
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Seax
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A marvelous blade with steel as polished as glass. Said to have been created in Alfheimr.
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| Scimitar
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Great Sword
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Bear
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A unique weapon from the East, its curved blade makes it effective when both slashing and thrusting.
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| Hag's Bite
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Flail
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Wolf
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This atypical weapon is made of thick bramble wood. Its striking color suggests that its sap contains a deadly poison.
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| Bone-Maul
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Dane Axe
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Wolf
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The axe head has been crafted from the bones of a whale. The Helm of Awe is carved into the blade, most likely to please the gods.
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| Sleipnir Shield
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Light Shield
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Wolf
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A shield so light it allows its wielder to move at a speed reminiscent of Odin's steed.
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| Dreka Bow
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Hunter Bow
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Wolf
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Magnificent bow whose dragon head stands arrogantly in front of enemies, like a figurehood stands against the impact of waves.
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| Spartan Bow
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Light Bow
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Bear
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The flexibility of this traditional reflex bow is a natural fit for warriors who want to improve their horseback archery skills.
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| Shadow-Strike
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Predator Bow
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Raven
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This deadly bow allows its owner to strike his prey as quickly as the cold of night pierces human flesh.
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| Surtr Sword
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Great Sword
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Bear
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This weapon is believed to be the legendary sword of Surtr, the fire Giant. Forged in Muspelheim to set Asgard on fire during Ragnarök.
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| Skadi's Blade
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Dane Axe
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Bear
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A stylish axe named after the Jotun of winter. Either made as an offering or to dedicate every blow to the goddess it is named after.
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| Sinner Skull
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Flail
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Raven
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A gruesome skull attached to a length of chain. Clearly a message saying that anyone who stands front of you [sic] will immediately kiss the frozen lips of death.
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| Broken Wings
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Light Shield
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Raven
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Finest representation of a fallen angel is broken wings, to which are apposed two iconic purity seals.
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| Gilded Shield
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Light Shield
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Wolf
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Either looted from some treasure vault or crafted on demand with only the finest materials, this shield remains effective while being ostentatious.
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| Frostruin
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Flail
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Raven
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Made with a solid piece of primordial ice, this weapon is said to mercilessly freeze those it strikes.
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| Icewall
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Heavy Shield
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Wolf
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Rumors say this shield was cold-forged in Niflheim. That it can stand to the most powerful blows is proof of its strength.
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| Múspell's Wall
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Heavy Shield
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Bear
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The skull [sic] of all the enemies slain by the Giants have been forged into this shield, to warn any reckless foe of his grim future.
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| Bannermen's Spear
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Spear
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Wolf
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People carrying flags into battle would be targeted first, but this sturdy veriation will make for quite a surprise to would-ve assailants.
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| Sharp Stick
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Dane Axe
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Bear
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A dangerous stick. Goad your enemies into submission.
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| Einherjar Bow
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Hunter Bow
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Wolf
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This bow has been named in homage to all the warriors slain in battle and who will fight again alongside the gods at Ragnarok.
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| Saint George's Tower Shield
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Heavy Shield
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Bear
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There are dents that are said to be from the dragon's bite but it might also be from arrows.
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| Saint George's Holy Sword
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Great Sword
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Bear
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Legends says that the sword's blade and hilt came from the lance that Saint George used to slay the dragon.
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| God's Ire
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Light Shield
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Wolf
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The frowning visage of a god is a terrible thing to behold. Engraving one on a shield will cause foes to hesitate, if not flee entirely, before you.
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| The Thunderer
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Bearded Axe
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Wolf
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Taranis is known as the Thunderer to his believers. This weapon is so named for the thunderous impact it has when slammed into one's foes.
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| Raven's Beak
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Predator Bow
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Raven
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The perfect weapon for a killer. Deadly at range, silent when used and lightweight to carry across long distances.
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| Véurr
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Light Shield
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Raven
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Sometimes, discretion is not the better part of valor. When that happens, a sturdy shield will go a long way to help.
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Rebellion
Materials
Heroes
Valhalla Miscellanea
Standing stones
Actually, these seem to be randomized. What fun.
- Eivor: I feel something... light and heat.
- Eivor: A strange energy here...
- Eivor: What strange forces work here...
- Eivor: There is a force here. Invisible.
- Eivor: Such odd energies... lying here unseen.
Flyting
Augusta the Cheerful
Brother Quiescis
Chadwick, Monger of Gossip
Fergal the Faceless
Hogg the Burly
Jungulf
Manning, Fighter of Wolves
Ove the Scarred
Ratatosk
Stigr The Amorous
Thor
Offering Altars
Aside from Cedd's Stone, no other offering altars have anything but the same scene of Eivor making an offering. Upon further look, this small scene seems to be a part of Green Children of Anglia.
Ingots
