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World's End 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 asked the local dwarves about any information on Surtr's daughter Eysa.
Dialogue[edit | edit source]
Havi entered the Jordeygr Shelter and spoke to a lady who stood near the entrance.
- Havi: How are you and these folk getting on, lady?
- Dwarven Fugitive: Better now that I see there is an Æsir among us. You'll free us from the clutches of that red witch, won't you?
- Havi: Who do you mean?
- Dwarven Fugitive: Eysa. Daughter of Surtr. She has taken our people. Please, All-Father. You must help us. Enlist all of Asgard if need be. Please.
- Havi: What else can you tell me about this Eysa?
- Dwarven Fugitive: Only that so long as she is out there, we will remain down here. Help us. Speak to Brammer. If he is still able to string a sentence together. That drunkard.
He came to the Shelter's common area and immediately heard two drunken dwarves calling out to passersby.
- Brammer: Who will join us in merriment? Come. Come, all! Where is my drink?
- Lom: Which one?
- Brammer: Ah! Ha! Right...
- Lom: This eve I will pour my favorite drink. It is called "a lot."
- Brammer: Easy, Lom!
- Lom: What? I am not as think as you drunk I am.
Havi mused to himself upon finding the pair near a table of food.
- Havi: If there's anything to learn from these dwarves, it will take great patience on my part.
He spoke to Brammer.
- Brammer: Look around. There's got to be a tankard we can tongue a few drops out of.
- Havi: Don't let me interrupt you.
Brammer turned to address the newcomer.
- Brammer: Lom... am I pissed or does the All-Father stand before me?
- Lom: Er... both?
Brammer erupted into laughter.
- Brammer: This... this is good! The Wise One will surely help solve our problem.
- Havi: Let us help one another. What exactly is the source of your grief here?
- Brammer: Rhymes! Rhythm! O, we could use your poet's heart.
- Havi: My what?
- Brammer: Your words. Your gusto! We, the greatest of the Sons of Ivaldi, are in need of a fitting end to the song of... well, our end!
- Havi: I am here to understand how you might help me strike back at Surtr.
- Brammer: Strike back? Nonsense. Besides, it is not only he we must contend with, but his kin. His daughter, Eysa, stirs above, snatches up our people, works them to death.
Brammer turned around and leaned on the table.
- Lom: An unwinnable war. All that's left to do is eat, drink, shag, and seal our legacies.
Brammer faced Havi again.
- Brammer: Exactly! But, as is clear as day, we have drunk ourselves to Hel and no rhyme sticks the way it should. So! It must be you who completes the song of our saga. Mine and Lom's.
- Havi: That is not why I've come.
- Brammer: Of course it is. Fate has brought you here.
- Havi: My poetry on your saga? Are you certain?
- Brammer: Why else would you be here?
- Lom: We are to be remembered and revered by all.
Brammer nodded excitedly.
- Brammer: Yes! With Havi among us, we must adjust the final verse. Listen closely...
Brammer cleared his throat.
- Brammer: To the depths of Svartalfheim, great Havi came,
met with dwarves he knew not by name.
- Havi: In search of warriors without remiss, instead found cowards who reek of piss.
- Havi: Led by their wallowing, their pitiful groans, I could see they had peckers but found no stones.
- Havi: A tall tale they asked to spin in their favor, a sad little saga whose truth is much graver.
- Brammer: Er, not quite what I was thinking. Let's try—
Havi stepped forward to stand directly in front of Brammer.
- Havi: You call yourselves the Sons of Ivaldi. Why? To shit on his name?
Brammer's face fell and he was silent, but Lom piped up from where he stood.
- Lom: Brammer, I don't think he means to lend his words to our song.
Bramer waved his hand at him.
- Brammer: Go away, Lom!
Brammer spoke to Havi and walked a few paces in reminisce as Lom left.
- Brammer: Your words carve a deep wound. But they are true enough. Each day we see our numbers dwindle. Friends go out and do not return. The choice to forget is... alluring.
- Havi: Surtr has stolen my son, and I do not have the luxury of forgetting. You said Surtr has a daughter?
Brammer turned to face Havi.
- Brammer: Yes. Clever. Cunning. Commands an elite swathe of warriors. She oversees Surtr's operations here.
- Havi: Where may I find her?
- Brammer: There is a smeltery up the road. The dwarves there may know.
- Havi: I'll go there, see what your people know. With luck, I can trap Eysa, trade her life for my son's. Thank you, Brammer. Now tend to your people as a true Son of Ivaldi should. They need you.
- Brammer: I will.