Post by Joliette Thorne on May 5, 2008 7:46:07 GMT -5
Thrudgelmir ate a human leg.
Thrudgelmir said, "Man-flesh is sweet. "
Tenebrae finally stopped trudging, wheeling about on the axis of one spiked heel, her arms spread in an encompassing gesture, "This is my city." She lowered her arms. "It looks like crap. I intend to change that. And there..." Tene pointed to ill-formed building just southward. "Is my pub. Fancy a drink?"
Thrudgelmir tosses the bone amongst the restless dead.
Thrudgelmir said, "Of course. "
Thrudgelmir follows behind the one with all the delicacies.
Tenebrae stepped lightly through the door, seeming in good humour. She'd let the giant follow, as he willed.
Thrudgelmir bought 1 dragon blood.
Thrudgelmir give to Tenebrae 1 dragon blood.
Thrudgelmir said, "There. To seal a proper contract."
Tenebrae stared at him like he was mad. Which, she was fairly convinced at this point, he was. "If I drink this, I'll buckle up like a burned wasp and die." She peered up at him. "The point being, no more food."
Thrudgelmir smiles and drinks for the both of them.
Tenebrae pointed to a jar on the counter. "Help yourself. There's a large chair over there that we keep for Sanmichel. That should fit. Or there's the floor."
Thrudgelmir sits in the closest corner, preferring the floor.
Thrudgelmir ate a pickled eyeball.
Tenebrae wasn't paying attention at all to the main of the room. Here was a chance for her to get her city at least clear of rubble and the gates put up. "Right. You have a name?"
Thrudgelmir exits north.
Thrudgelmir arrives from the north.
Thrudgelmir said, "'Light as a feather, as the saying goes. "
Thrudgelmir rejoins Tenebrae
Thrudgelmir said, "Now, for duty?"
Tenebrae cleared her throat and repeated the question. "Got a name?"
Thrudgelmir nods.
Tenebrae stared at him. "May I have it?"
Thrudgelmir said, "Names have power. You've paid for work."
Tenebrae narrowed her gaze at the man whose skin was green as her eyes. "I have to call you something. How about... Happy? It has a certain ring to it. Now, what I really need..." Her voice would trail off as she wandered back out the door.
Tenebrae said, "Is the rubble cleared from all the ruined sites."
Thrudgelmir said, "The corpse of a lovely war. "
Thrudgelmir begins to work, clearing rubble and trash at an inhuman rate.
Tenebrae said to Thrudgelmir, "And all the remains are yours, to snack on as you go." She gestured toward the undead. "Lots of carcasses. Rats. Other.. things. Just don't eat my customers. Ale when you want it. Just ask the one-eyed man behind the bar in there.""
Thrudgelmir said, "Won't take more than 3 sunsets to clear the city. "
Thrudgelmir gathers the trash into a vast pile, and the meat and bones into another.
Tenebrae was almost alarmed at the rate at which the massive man shifted the debris. "There's much more, to the west and north a bit. Much more..." She sighed. "If it takes longer, you'll be compensated well."
You hauls the larger boulders and uncracked blocks into a third pile of good masonry.
You said, "No compensation, save food and drink, which you've provided. "
Tenebrae nodded. "Very well. You're welcome to take rest in my tavern when neede,d also. And now... I must go, Happy. Thankyou for this."
Thrudgelmir points out an area which will be safe from falling debris.
Tenebrae smiled, and.. just smiled. "On my way to town. Have fun..."
Thrudgelmir leans heavily into a badly ruined building, toppling it, amidst a cloud of dust.
Thrudgelmir picks out blocks of black granite for the masonry pile, catching and squishing a few rats as well, in the process
Thrudgelmir chews on a rat's tail while he works.
Thrudgelmir swings his pick axe into a low-lying wall, no doubt once the remnants of defense-works.
Thrudgelmir finds a cracked and toppled statue lying next to it, and crushes the statue's marble head, just for fun.
Thrudgelmir tosses the rest of the statue into the steadily growing masonry pile.
Thrudgelmir starts to smooth out a rough circle of cleared ground around himself.
Thrudgelmir pulls out some heavy wooden beams and constructs a bonfire in the middle of the circle.
Thrudgelmir piles any burnable trash, dry tinder, and straw around the beams.
Thrudgelmir puts his shoulder against another ruin and shoves it down as well.
Thrudgelmir watches as it too collapses, and grins, truly enjoying himself.
Thrudgelmir finds a nest of spiders living under an unhinged door, and chases them away.
Thrudgelmir grabs up several handsful of spider eggs and dines on them.
Thrudgelmir cleans out the undestroyed foundations with the pick axe, leveling the ground and replacing stonework here and there.
Thrudgelmir throws a few charred timbers onto the unlit bonfire.
Thrudgelmir wipes the sweat from his broad forehead with a rag torn from a limbless corpse.
Thrudgelmir levers out and resets some crooked flagstones.
Thrudgelmir ignores the passers-by, too busy clearing out the rubble of the destroyed city.
Thrudgelmir pauses for some refreshment
Thrudgelmir drank a cinnamon schnapps.
Thrudgelmir sets down near the bonfire and lays the pick axe across my knees.
Thrudgelmir picks up a bit of granite and scrapes it sharply against the iron head, causing sparks.
Thrudgelmir nods, satisfied, and angles the head into a pile of tinder and rags. Pours the last drops of the schnapps onto the pile and diligently scrapes away.
Thrudgelmir shields the tinderpile from the wind with a hand the size of a barrel.
Thrudgelmir grins as a few tiny red sparks fall into the center of the pile, and a whisp of smoke begins to rise up from it.
Thrudgelmir sets the pickaxe aside and blows on the pile gently.
Thrudgelmir watches it flare up, the cloth smouldering.
Thrudgelmir taps a few wood chips into the center of the pile.
Thrudgelmir steps back and gathers a handful of straw from the dusty ground, tossing it on the burning pile.
Thrudgelmir waits until it's burning steadily and then uses the pick axe again, to shove the embers into the heart of the bonfire.
Thrudgelmir spends the night gathering up wood and flammable rubbish and adding it to the ever-growing pyre.
Thrudgelmir continues to work diligently through the night and the morning, repairing roads and walls, heaping masonry, burning trash, and hunting rats throughout the city.
Thrudgelmir adds to the broken defenses, digging out ditches and trenches, and repairing the walls, here and there.
Thrudgelmir tosses bodies, bloated and burned, on to the ever-growing mass pyre.
Thrudgelmir uses the head of his pick axe to knock a forlorn skull into the center of the conflageration.
Thrudgelmir hurls, gleefully, another bottle of potent spirits into the fire, filling the air with the distinct odors of cinnamon and death.
Thrudgelmirdigs out a massive millstone from the ruins of what no longer even resembles a mill, and slowly rolls the massive stone to the masonry pile.
Thrudgelmir bunches up his shoulders and legs into massive knots as he slowly but steadily clean and jerks the millstone up and over his head.
Thrudgelmir thrusts the millstone down onto the top of the pile with an amazing crash, sending up an amazing cloud of marble dust.
Thrudgelmir breaks his fast, laying out the components of his meal onto the millstone.
Thrudgelmir takes a rag from off a corpse's back and uses it, and a little tallow to clean and grease the head of his pick axe.
Thrudgelmir inspects it minutely, until it gleams, and then sharpens both sides just as carefully
Thrudgelmir uses the sharpened pickaxe to scrape away fire damaged mortar and plaster from the buildings which remain structurally strong.
Thrudgelmir tears down the worst of the roofs, building a heap of undamaged roofing tiles, and another heap of sod.
Thrudgelmir uncovers the nearly intact remains of an extensive Necromancer's laboratory, and spends a gleeful hour, hurling it's contents into the fire.
Thrudgelmir watches as the flames take on an incredibly diverse and ghastly range of colors flames were never meant to be.
Thrudgelmir snacks on a few of the more delectible contents.
Thrudgelmir pauses in his alchemical antics when the whispy curls of smoke take on more solid semblances and begin dragging frightened rats and small birds caught on the wing, into the flames.
Thrudgelmir sidles up close-but not too close-to the far too hungry flames, and casually carves a few symbols that he knows around the bonfire, just to keep things in hand.
Thrudgelmir moves on to more distant parts of the city, leaving the near living, recalcitant flames to slowly smoulder before dying lingering, lamenting deaths.
Thrudgelmir never-though knowing much of hate, and having drank desire-preferred the world to end in fire, anyway.
Thrudgelmir uncovers a deep well buried under a partially collapsed stable.
Thrudgelmir clears off the rubble and removes the most damaged areas of the extensive stable
Thrudgelmir finds and collects together many pieces of leather bridle, tack, and harnesses, along with some guide-ropes which were almost untouched by fire and filth.
Thrudgelmir also discovers several badly rotten horse carcasses-and the carcasses of less identifiable creatures once used by the locals as pets and mounts.
Thrudgelmir gathers the items together and sits down to weave together a crude, but very strong rope ladder from horse bones and leather straps
Thrudgelmir lashes a collection of rusted, but strong, iron horseshoes to one end of the ladder
Thrudgelmir goes to the edge of the dismal well and-using the horseshoes as grapples-pounds them around the top of the well to form a very secure hold
Thrudgelmir uses the ladder mostly as a guide, not fully trusting it, and-the well being a tight squeeze anyway-holds on to the sides with his hands and feet
Thrudgelmir soon finds his feet are wet-the well wasn't as deep as he thought
Thrudgelmir discovers why when, reaching out for the side of the well, his hand encounters the distinct feel of waterlogged flesh.
Thrudgelmir grunts and gathers up the body-one of the first victims of the city's fall, no doubt, and begins hauling himself, and the doughey corpse up out of the black water.
Thrudgelmir reaches the top and rolls the body over the well's edge, where it makes a heavy, sodden "SPLAT" on the flagstones
Thrudgelmir returns to the black water seven more times, each time bearing a grisly load.
Thrudgelmir finally finishes cleaning out the well, although it will be some time before the water is again safe to drink for most.
Thrudgelmir removes his sodden, stinking armour so that it can dry in the noon-day sun.
Thrudgelmir shirks the sun, preferring mist and ice, gloom and drear, and blizzard-blindness.
Thrudgelmir cleans and dries himself off with handfuls of ash which have fallen in disturbing sworls and patterns from the mouldering bonfire
Thrudgelmir dries his armour with a handy shroud and then polishes it with a chunk of baconfat, until it gleams.
Thrudgelmir redresses, when everything is once again satisfactory.
Thrudgelmir makes sure-inconspicuously-that those ashes are scattered far and wide
Thrudgelmir drags the soggy corpses over near the horde of restless dead, so they can be near friends and family.
Thrudgelmir cleans out two more wells within the city proper, knowing enough of the ways of the world to wear his armour when venturing into dark holes, even at the risk of extra weight and much tedium.
Thrudgelmir is glad to see the end of use for the crude ladder, throwing it on one of several heaps of garbage
Thrudgelmir has cleared out an area roughly 6 city blocks in diameter.
Thrudgelmir stretches mightily, treelike thews cracking out an orchestra, as the sun sets in the west.
Thrudgelmir idly hopes his subsequent endeavors within the Hollow will be a bit less monotonous, but enjoys the satisfaction of a task well served.
Thrudgelmir wanders off to get a drink.
Thrudgelmir said, "Man-flesh is sweet. "
Tenebrae finally stopped trudging, wheeling about on the axis of one spiked heel, her arms spread in an encompassing gesture, "This is my city." She lowered her arms. "It looks like crap. I intend to change that. And there..." Tene pointed to ill-formed building just southward. "Is my pub. Fancy a drink?"
Thrudgelmir tosses the bone amongst the restless dead.
Thrudgelmir said, "Of course. "
Thrudgelmir follows behind the one with all the delicacies.
Tenebrae stepped lightly through the door, seeming in good humour. She'd let the giant follow, as he willed.
Thrudgelmir bought 1 dragon blood.
Thrudgelmir give to Tenebrae 1 dragon blood.
Thrudgelmir said, "There. To seal a proper contract."
Tenebrae stared at him like he was mad. Which, she was fairly convinced at this point, he was. "If I drink this, I'll buckle up like a burned wasp and die." She peered up at him. "The point being, no more food."
Thrudgelmir smiles and drinks for the both of them.
Tenebrae pointed to a jar on the counter. "Help yourself. There's a large chair over there that we keep for Sanmichel. That should fit. Or there's the floor."
Thrudgelmir sits in the closest corner, preferring the floor.
Thrudgelmir ate a pickled eyeball.
Tenebrae wasn't paying attention at all to the main of the room. Here was a chance for her to get her city at least clear of rubble and the gates put up. "Right. You have a name?"
Thrudgelmir exits north.
Thrudgelmir arrives from the north.
Thrudgelmir said, "'Light as a feather, as the saying goes. "
Thrudgelmir rejoins Tenebrae
Thrudgelmir said, "Now, for duty?"
Tenebrae cleared her throat and repeated the question. "Got a name?"
Thrudgelmir nods.
Tenebrae stared at him. "May I have it?"
Thrudgelmir said, "Names have power. You've paid for work."
Tenebrae narrowed her gaze at the man whose skin was green as her eyes. "I have to call you something. How about... Happy? It has a certain ring to it. Now, what I really need..." Her voice would trail off as she wandered back out the door.
Tenebrae said, "Is the rubble cleared from all the ruined sites."
Thrudgelmir said, "The corpse of a lovely war. "
Thrudgelmir begins to work, clearing rubble and trash at an inhuman rate.
Tenebrae said to Thrudgelmir, "And all the remains are yours, to snack on as you go." She gestured toward the undead. "Lots of carcasses. Rats. Other.. things. Just don't eat my customers. Ale when you want it. Just ask the one-eyed man behind the bar in there.""
Thrudgelmir said, "Won't take more than 3 sunsets to clear the city. "
Thrudgelmir gathers the trash into a vast pile, and the meat and bones into another.
Tenebrae was almost alarmed at the rate at which the massive man shifted the debris. "There's much more, to the west and north a bit. Much more..." She sighed. "If it takes longer, you'll be compensated well."
You hauls the larger boulders and uncracked blocks into a third pile of good masonry.
You said, "No compensation, save food and drink, which you've provided. "
Tenebrae nodded. "Very well. You're welcome to take rest in my tavern when neede,d also. And now... I must go, Happy. Thankyou for this."
Thrudgelmir points out an area which will be safe from falling debris.
Tenebrae smiled, and.. just smiled. "On my way to town. Have fun..."
Thrudgelmir leans heavily into a badly ruined building, toppling it, amidst a cloud of dust.
Thrudgelmir picks out blocks of black granite for the masonry pile, catching and squishing a few rats as well, in the process
Thrudgelmir chews on a rat's tail while he works.
Thrudgelmir swings his pick axe into a low-lying wall, no doubt once the remnants of defense-works.
Thrudgelmir finds a cracked and toppled statue lying next to it, and crushes the statue's marble head, just for fun.
Thrudgelmir tosses the rest of the statue into the steadily growing masonry pile.
Thrudgelmir starts to smooth out a rough circle of cleared ground around himself.
Thrudgelmir pulls out some heavy wooden beams and constructs a bonfire in the middle of the circle.
Thrudgelmir piles any burnable trash, dry tinder, and straw around the beams.
Thrudgelmir puts his shoulder against another ruin and shoves it down as well.
Thrudgelmir watches as it too collapses, and grins, truly enjoying himself.
Thrudgelmir finds a nest of spiders living under an unhinged door, and chases them away.
Thrudgelmir grabs up several handsful of spider eggs and dines on them.
Thrudgelmir cleans out the undestroyed foundations with the pick axe, leveling the ground and replacing stonework here and there.
Thrudgelmir throws a few charred timbers onto the unlit bonfire.
Thrudgelmir wipes the sweat from his broad forehead with a rag torn from a limbless corpse.
Thrudgelmir levers out and resets some crooked flagstones.
Thrudgelmir ignores the passers-by, too busy clearing out the rubble of the destroyed city.
Thrudgelmir pauses for some refreshment
Thrudgelmir drank a cinnamon schnapps.
Thrudgelmir sets down near the bonfire and lays the pick axe across my knees.
Thrudgelmir picks up a bit of granite and scrapes it sharply against the iron head, causing sparks.
Thrudgelmir nods, satisfied, and angles the head into a pile of tinder and rags. Pours the last drops of the schnapps onto the pile and diligently scrapes away.
Thrudgelmir shields the tinderpile from the wind with a hand the size of a barrel.
Thrudgelmir grins as a few tiny red sparks fall into the center of the pile, and a whisp of smoke begins to rise up from it.
Thrudgelmir sets the pickaxe aside and blows on the pile gently.
Thrudgelmir watches it flare up, the cloth smouldering.
Thrudgelmir taps a few wood chips into the center of the pile.
Thrudgelmir steps back and gathers a handful of straw from the dusty ground, tossing it on the burning pile.
Thrudgelmir waits until it's burning steadily and then uses the pick axe again, to shove the embers into the heart of the bonfire.
Thrudgelmir spends the night gathering up wood and flammable rubbish and adding it to the ever-growing pyre.
Thrudgelmir continues to work diligently through the night and the morning, repairing roads and walls, heaping masonry, burning trash, and hunting rats throughout the city.
Thrudgelmir adds to the broken defenses, digging out ditches and trenches, and repairing the walls, here and there.
Thrudgelmir tosses bodies, bloated and burned, on to the ever-growing mass pyre.
Thrudgelmir uses the head of his pick axe to knock a forlorn skull into the center of the conflageration.
Thrudgelmir hurls, gleefully, another bottle of potent spirits into the fire, filling the air with the distinct odors of cinnamon and death.
Thrudgelmirdigs out a massive millstone from the ruins of what no longer even resembles a mill, and slowly rolls the massive stone to the masonry pile.
Thrudgelmir bunches up his shoulders and legs into massive knots as he slowly but steadily clean and jerks the millstone up and over his head.
Thrudgelmir thrusts the millstone down onto the top of the pile with an amazing crash, sending up an amazing cloud of marble dust.
Thrudgelmir breaks his fast, laying out the components of his meal onto the millstone.
Thrudgelmir takes a rag from off a corpse's back and uses it, and a little tallow to clean and grease the head of his pick axe.
Thrudgelmir inspects it minutely, until it gleams, and then sharpens both sides just as carefully
Thrudgelmir uses the sharpened pickaxe to scrape away fire damaged mortar and plaster from the buildings which remain structurally strong.
Thrudgelmir tears down the worst of the roofs, building a heap of undamaged roofing tiles, and another heap of sod.
Thrudgelmir uncovers the nearly intact remains of an extensive Necromancer's laboratory, and spends a gleeful hour, hurling it's contents into the fire.
Thrudgelmir watches as the flames take on an incredibly diverse and ghastly range of colors flames were never meant to be.
Thrudgelmir snacks on a few of the more delectible contents.
Thrudgelmir pauses in his alchemical antics when the whispy curls of smoke take on more solid semblances and begin dragging frightened rats and small birds caught on the wing, into the flames.
Thrudgelmir sidles up close-but not too close-to the far too hungry flames, and casually carves a few symbols that he knows around the bonfire, just to keep things in hand.
Thrudgelmir moves on to more distant parts of the city, leaving the near living, recalcitant flames to slowly smoulder before dying lingering, lamenting deaths.
Thrudgelmir never-though knowing much of hate, and having drank desire-preferred the world to end in fire, anyway.
Thrudgelmir uncovers a deep well buried under a partially collapsed stable.
Thrudgelmir clears off the rubble and removes the most damaged areas of the extensive stable
Thrudgelmir finds and collects together many pieces of leather bridle, tack, and harnesses, along with some guide-ropes which were almost untouched by fire and filth.
Thrudgelmir also discovers several badly rotten horse carcasses-and the carcasses of less identifiable creatures once used by the locals as pets and mounts.
Thrudgelmir gathers the items together and sits down to weave together a crude, but very strong rope ladder from horse bones and leather straps
Thrudgelmir lashes a collection of rusted, but strong, iron horseshoes to one end of the ladder
Thrudgelmir goes to the edge of the dismal well and-using the horseshoes as grapples-pounds them around the top of the well to form a very secure hold
Thrudgelmir uses the ladder mostly as a guide, not fully trusting it, and-the well being a tight squeeze anyway-holds on to the sides with his hands and feet
Thrudgelmir soon finds his feet are wet-the well wasn't as deep as he thought
Thrudgelmir discovers why when, reaching out for the side of the well, his hand encounters the distinct feel of waterlogged flesh.
Thrudgelmir grunts and gathers up the body-one of the first victims of the city's fall, no doubt, and begins hauling himself, and the doughey corpse up out of the black water.
Thrudgelmir reaches the top and rolls the body over the well's edge, where it makes a heavy, sodden "SPLAT" on the flagstones
Thrudgelmir returns to the black water seven more times, each time bearing a grisly load.
Thrudgelmir finally finishes cleaning out the well, although it will be some time before the water is again safe to drink for most.
Thrudgelmir removes his sodden, stinking armour so that it can dry in the noon-day sun.
Thrudgelmir shirks the sun, preferring mist and ice, gloom and drear, and blizzard-blindness.
Thrudgelmir cleans and dries himself off with handfuls of ash which have fallen in disturbing sworls and patterns from the mouldering bonfire
Thrudgelmir dries his armour with a handy shroud and then polishes it with a chunk of baconfat, until it gleams.
Thrudgelmir redresses, when everything is once again satisfactory.
Thrudgelmir makes sure-inconspicuously-that those ashes are scattered far and wide
Thrudgelmir drags the soggy corpses over near the horde of restless dead, so they can be near friends and family.
Thrudgelmir cleans out two more wells within the city proper, knowing enough of the ways of the world to wear his armour when venturing into dark holes, even at the risk of extra weight and much tedium.
Thrudgelmir is glad to see the end of use for the crude ladder, throwing it on one of several heaps of garbage
Thrudgelmir has cleared out an area roughly 6 city blocks in diameter.
Thrudgelmir stretches mightily, treelike thews cracking out an orchestra, as the sun sets in the west.
Thrudgelmir idly hopes his subsequent endeavors within the Hollow will be a bit less monotonous, but enjoys the satisfaction of a task well served.
Thrudgelmir wanders off to get a drink.