The Vault of the Ancients
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The Vault of the Ancients was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Basim Ibn Ishaq in 2020 through the Portable Animus HR-8.5, in which a vision of one of Odin's memories could be seen.
Description[edit | edit source]
Havi traveled to the Old City to find the relic and meet up with the dwarves, Fritjof and Tyra.
Dialogue[edit | edit source]
Havi passed through Uldar to get to the Old City.
- Havi: The Old City lies within the heart of Uldar, as does my prize.
Havi neared closer to the entrance to the Old City, passing by dwarven captives of Uldar.
- Dwarven Captive 1: You! Leave! You have no business here!
The god saw two guards posted by the entrance.
- Muspel Warrior 1: They will sing our song, brother. We shall bring Surtr the one-eyed head of Havi, and become lords of Muspelheim!
- Muspel Warrior 2: Shout of your success when the deed is done. Until Havi is dead, shut your gob. I'll wager that old goat still has some tricks to play on us.
Havi passed through the guards and entered the Old City.
- Havi: Einar said Fritjof and Tyra would await me, somewhere beyond these gates.
He then went to search the dwarfs and found a note attached to a fountain nearby.
Fountain Grafitti
- Throw a coin for good luck!
May all Muspels drown in their own steam!
Havi heard Fritjof talking with Tyra.
- Fritjof: How was I meant to know he wasn't really a traitor? We're all experts in bloody hindsight, aren't we?
- Tyra: (You told someone to murder your father, you twat.)
- Fritjof: I acted on what I had heard at the time. And he was working with the Muspels. Technically speaking. So, in a way, I was right.
- Tyra: (And, in a way, you're a fuckwit.)
- Fritjof: Oh, will you give it a rest. We got there before Havi killed him. No harm done.
- Tyra: (I'm sorry, WHO got us there?)
- Fritjof: Fine. You got us there before Havi killed him.
- Tyra: (If I'd known what you said at the time...!)
- Fritjof: So learn to speak the common bloody tongue. You understand it well enough.
- Tyra: (You ordered your father's murder!)
- Fritjof: Look, would you just... just stop. I'm getting a headache from all of this. It's hard enough with my eyes still getting back to normal.
Havi saw the dwarfs and spoke with Fritjof.
- Fritjof: Finally. You made it.
- Havi: Careful. It sounded like you doubted me for a moment. What of your eyes? Are they mended?
- Fritjof: Getting there. Recovering, thank the gods.
- Havi: You're welcome. Now then, show me what to do with this augmented Sunstone.
- Tyra: Einar?
- Havi: Alive, last I saw. But old, and slow. We must begin without him.
Havi, Tyra, and Fritjof found themselves at the pedestal below the stairs. Havi placed the Sunstone on the pedestal.
- Havi: Surely it cannot be so simple...
- Fritjof: No, this mechanism... what was it... I think, yes, we need more light to converge here, on this spot.
- Havi: Leave it to me. Stay out of sight.
Havi went to reconfigure one of the light beams towards the Sunstone.
- Havi: See what the light reveals. Yet the Sunstone still hungers. More light is needed.
Havi reconfigured the other light beam to the Sunstone.
- Havi: It is working! Einar was right, haha! The Sunstone must be satisfied. Now, the relic will be mine.
The Sunstone started to work and the vault began to open.
- Fritjof: The Vault of the Ancients.
- Tyra: (Bloody magnificent, innit.)
- Fritjof: Couldn't have said it better myself.
- Havi: What is wrong? Why isn't it opening? Is there something wrong with the mechanism?
- Fritjof: Yeah, about that. I'd feel a lot more confident if my father was—
A scream was suddenly heard.
- Einar: Help!
Einar ran towards the vault as Muspel warriors followed him. Einar, Fritjof, and Tyra tried to fix the Sunstone while Havi readied himself against the guards.
- Havi: Get to work. I'll stretch my fighting arm.
Havi fought the Muspel warriors.
- Muspel Warrior 3: Stop them! Kill the dwarves!
Fritjof spoke with his father.
- Fritjof: Where have you been? Any idea what we're doing?
- Einar: I have the scripture right... right... here...
- Fritjof: You bloody lost it!?
- Einar: You may have noticed I was being bloody chased?
- Tyra: (Shut up, the pair of you!)
- Einar: Yes. Right. Um. I did read it. I think I can remember it. You two, follow my lead. Son. If this all goes belly-up...
- Fritjof: Shut up and focus. Now is not the time.
- Einar: If this is to be our last stand...
- Fritjof: Dad!
- Einar: I'm proud of you. Both of you. That's all.
- Fritjof: It... it's working! It's bloody working!
- Tyra: (It is! Look!)
- Einar: Finish the job before celebrating, you two.
Havi fought off the Muspel soldiers as Einar and his group made the Sunstone finally work. The symbol atop the door lit up and the door finally opened.
- Havi: It is done.
Havi and his allies walked through the doorway and entered, only to find a trapped dwarf working inside.
- Ivaldi: Took you long enough.
Havi and his allies were shocked to see Ivaldi alive as they walked towards him.
- Ivaldi: By Ymir's armpit, what are you doing here, you one-eyed shitbag?
- Havi: Seeking a relic. It's somehow grown more wrinkly and ill-tempered since I last saw it.
- Ivaldi: Fuck off. Ooh...
Ivaldi laughed but winced from an injury. He then turned towards Einar and held a decorative metal tube in his right hand.
- Ivaldi: Looking for this, I'd wager?
He tossed it to Einar.
- Einar: The mighty relic!
- Ivaldi: Piece of junk. I took out all the good stuff already.
- Einar: Wha... wuh!
- Havi: Then we shall take our leave.
Havi left with his allies.
- Ivaldi: Quickest way out is through the front.
- Havi: You look like you've been to Helheim and back.
- Ivaldi: Glod may be a mongrel bastard, but he knows how to torture a dwarf, that's for sure.
Havi and his allies made their way to the center of the Old City but were surprised by Sinmara.
- Sinmara: What do we have here... The 'High One,' stealing again? How unbecoming. And with his little friends... My stepson takes his mongrel eyes off you for one second, and look at this mess... To think his father expects him to rule Muspelheim one day.
Sinmara laughed deviously.
- Ivaldi: Oh no, no-no-no. She's one of the bad ones. She's the—
- Havi: She's nothing. But she has Frigg's blood on her hands, and must pay. Find another way out.
- Fritjof: Uh... the way we got in. Quick!
- Havi: Get to the shelter. I'll see to her.
- Sinmara: Promises, promises.
Havi and Sinmara fought each other once more as the dwarves made their escape.
- Sinmara: If you're going to fight, fight! You cluck and clash like an old hen! Fight as if you really want your son back!
- Havi: What do you want with Baldr?!
The two kept fighting against each other.
- Sinmara: You're improving, Mad One. Almost worth my effort.
- Havi: Give me my son and I shall torture you only a little!
- Sinmara: All I shall give you is death!
Halfway through their battle, Sinmara immediately fled.
- Havi: That's right, you mewling quim! Run back to Surtr! (gasps) The Shelter. I must speak with Ivaldi.
On the way out of the cave, Havi approached the largest building of the small city. After killing the soldiers guarding the quarters, Havi entered entered a large room and went through a small corridor, filled with claw marks on its walls. He then opened the last of the doors and found himself in a modest room riddled with scorch marks, proceeding to read a letter resting on a bed.
Letter from Sinmara's Aide to Glod
- Glod.
Your request has been denied. Again. Your father no longer has need of a bodyguard.
You are to remain in Uldar until told otherwise.
Do not try my patience.
Havi inspected the burning marks on the walls. The god then noticed some broken shackles on the floor. Lastly, Havi read three unfinished letters from Glöð scattered on the floor around an overturned table.
Fragment of an Unfinished Letter
- (the fragment begins mid-sentence) ...our father loved us would be stretching the point. Still, we once shared a place in his heart. You, his princess. And me? A useful tool.
Besides, he found hilarity in my 'gift'. I remember how he took pleasure in provoking me, until I could suppress my nature no more. How he laughed as the monster emerged, leaving me naked and humiliated.
And yet now I look back on those days with fondness. At least we mattered. Even me. Alas, this is no longer the case.
Surely you see how our stepmother hates us? Poisoning our father's thoughts against us.
For this reason, I suggest that you and I should... (the fragment ends mid-sentence)
Unfinished Letter 1
- O Father,
How much longer must you abuse me for what I am? It was not I who chose my mother. It was you. And yet now you punish me for you own sin.
When Baldr went missing, Odin came looking for him. Yet if I were the one to go missing... Tell me, Father, would you follow the High One's example? Or would you breathe a sigh of relief?
Knowing how your wife feels about me... (the unfinished letter ends mid-sentence)
Unfinished Letter 2
- O Mother,
What is this bitter inheritance you inflict upon me?
You claim it is a gift. Yet it has brought me nothing but shame and suffering. A constant reminder that I am the filthy mongrel consequence of your brief union with my father.
Gift? No. It is a curse! One wreaked upon me by those who should have loved me most!
I cannot forgive either of you. Try though I must... (the unfinished letter ends mid-sentence)
Having finished his investigation, Havi immediately left the city and headed towards Grenhellir Shelter, finding Ivaldi sitting inside.
- Ivaldi: Did you end her?
- Havi: She escaped.
- Ivaldi: Come. I've been cooped up long enough.
Ivaldi and Havi headed outside and sat by a fire, overlooking Uldar.
- Ivaldi: (sigh) Of all the faces I left behind in Asgard, yours is the last I expected to see.
- Havi: You sound disappointed.
- Ivaldi: I'd have preferred you sent a buxom Valkyrie wearing nothing more than a mischievous smile!
- Havi: And carrying a barrel of the good stuff.
- Ivaldi: Now you're talking! But... when I saw you in the palace, through Glod's portal, well, I knew you'd come for me. Thank you.
- Havi: Anything for a friend.
- Ivaldi: My gentle jailer rescuing me from a far worse jail. It's almost poetic.
- Havi: You dwarves never did understand poetry.
- Ivaldi: The sky is high, wood is good, and Havi is still an arsehole. How is that for poetry, you miserable shit?
Ivaldi threw his mug onto the floor.
- Havi: About as good as you smell. Now, I have a use for you.
- Ivaldi: "Havi has a use for me." Words to chill the blood. Still, you know we dwarves give nothing away for free.
- Havi: Do you breathe fresh air? Or the stench of Glod's torturers?
- Ivaldi: Keep your eye in its socket. What will you have me do?
Before Havi could say, a volcanic eruption was heard.
- Havi: Wait.
- Ivaldi: What?
Havi went to investigate and saw Glod waiting. Havi approached Glod slowly.
Glod punched the ground, shaking it. Glod kept punching and turned the field into a lava-surrounded arena. Glod began running and tearing off his skin as his molten exterior began to show. Glod soon dove into the ground and disappeared in front of Havi. From the pit Glod created, Glod jumped out as a giant lava form of a lynx. Immediately, Havi and Glod fought.
- Havi: Is that the best you can do?
- Glod: I shall have your head, and present it to Lord Surtr!
Havi and Glod kept fighting against one another, with Glod becoming weaker.
- Havi: You should have stayed away, beast!
- Glod: The age of Muspels begins with your death.
- Havi: What did you do to my son?!
- Glod: None shall survive Surtr's wrath!
Havi defeated and killed Glod in combat. Soon, Gunborg, Fritjof, and Ivaldi came out and met with Havi after the fight.
- Havi: Surtr stole my son. Now I have killed his. A small step towards justice.
- Ivaldi: Wished you had let me get a few kicks in. Bastard almost ate me once.
- Havi: Then it is over? The Muspels will be in disarray.
- Ivaldi: Not while Surtr is in power.
- Havi: Tell more of the relics, and what you did with them. What happened in the vault?
Havi and Ivaldi left to talk as Fritjof and Gunborg headed back to the shelter.
- Ivaldi: What do you think? Glod tortured me. Commanded me to revive the relics, then extract their magic so that Surtr might use it in some way.
- Havi: And you could not?
- Ivaldi: How fucking dare you? 'Course I could. But not for a shit like him. Of course, Glod was too dim to see that I was dispelling the magic rather than storing it. And as soon as I knew you were coming, I gutted the relics, rendered them useless. So no mighty weapon for that prick, Surtr!
- Havi: It is unwise to underestimate such an enemy.
Havi and Ivaldi walked closer towards Uldar.
- Havi: But... you were short-sighted, Ivaldi. I could have made good use of that magic.
- Ivaldi: Well, if it's items of power you seek... during my imprisonment, I heard rumors. Surtr is building something. Something small yet very, very potent. And highly valuable to him. So valuable that if it were to fall into your hands... you might do some real damage here, I think.
- Havi: Music to my ears.
- Ivaldi: I will seek wisdom on the subject, more ancient and advanced than even my own. But first, I must equip myself with some decent tools. Starting with a hammer, and maybe a chisel or two... There is a dam in the north of Vangrinn. Huge bloody thing. Almost completely frozen over. South of the dam, there is a workshop. Perhaps it remains in good order. When your travels are complete, you will find me there.
- Havi: I will come when I'm ready.
Havi returned to Grenhellir Shelter first, and upon seeing that Einar, Fritjof, and Tyra had survived their escape and stood together, he talked to them.
- Havi: You made it back, then. And without anyone needing to be carried.
- Tyra: (laugh)... (Reckon it's my turn to get carried somewhere, eh?)
- Havi: What did she say?
- Fritjof: She said you're welcome to carry her off.
- Havi: (laugh) Another time, perhaps.
- Einar: Thank you, Havi, for wounding the Muspels here. And for liberating the three of us.
- Havi: You know it was not my aim.
- Einar: That does not change our gratitude.
- Havi: Be well, you three.
The trio of dwarves split up to wander the Shelter, but Havi still had words for them personally. He talked to Einar first.
- Havi: You did well, Einar. A true scholar. You have surely earned your people's trust once more,
- Einar: Honestly, it matters not. So long as Fritjof is out of their clutches. You must understand better than anyone.
- Havi: That I do.
Havi found and spoke to Tyra.
- Havi: Mighty Tyra. Yours shall be a saga for the ages. Even if no one understands a word.
- Tyra: (My saga is only just getting started)... Havi.
- Havi: My thoughts exactly.
Finally, Havi spoke to Fritjof.
- Havi: Fritjof. Breaker of vaults. Seeker of relics. The blind one who now sees.
- Fritjof: And you’re only half an arsehole. Not bad for a one-eyed Æsir.
- Havi: Be well. Know you're welcome in Asgard. We have mead that will drive you blind all over again.
- Fritjof: Yeah, maybe I'll give that a miss.
Outcome[edit | edit source]
Havi opened the Vault of the Ancients, rescued his old friend and blacksmith, Ivaldi, and lastly killed Glod.