END OF ARC 2: PART ONE OF THREE

[asgardmods]

Who: ANYONE going on the infiltration into Thrymheim!
What: Lots of travelling and also rescuing Freyr's soul.
When: Days 278 - 279 ( June 10 - 13 )
Where: Asgard, Thrymheim, and the road inbetween.
Rating: PG-13. Anything that might go higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

[ Before even the first crack of sunlight over the horizon on Day 278, every bracelet in the city will give a quiet blip! as they activate with a short mass text from the gods:

The time to act has come. Gather at the Gate of Frost by the Sun's first rays if you will, and be prepared to strike at the heart of ice. There is no room for failure.

Exactly as the message implies: it's time to ship off to Thrymheim. Gear up in your best winter clothes and bring whatever weaponry you need; there are wagons thinly concealed and waiting for you at the southern gate that leads to the home of the Frost Giants. Inside the wagons will be those portable heaters that you guys bought in Utgard, along with spare gloves, jackets and scarves for anyone that foolishly believed summer might touch the kingdom of ice. Travellers can also find food rations to last a week alongside a generous amount of medical supplies that may or may not be a bit foreboding.

The caravan will leave at precisely 5AM, driven by the barest amount of Natives to keep travel at a minimum. Secrecy is of the utmost importance, and a severe silence will fall across the few sitting in the back of the wagons with the Travellers. They know the weight of this mission: if you fail, Freyr's soul will remain trapped forever. It is dangerous and no one's lives are guaranteed, so prepare yourselves for a fight quite unlike any other this far.

As you travel further from Asgard, you might notice the terrain getting a bit more uneven as the wagons move through undeveloped areas. There may be the odd village noticeable in the far off distance, but they are nowhere close enough to make out any distinguishable details because you don't want them distinguishing anything about you in return. These villages are few and far between, and grow even less in number the closer the caravan gets to Thrymheim. The terrain goes from rocky but arable to colder and harder, the temperature dropping increasingly as the earth grows solid and unforgiving, eventually peppering with light snowfall even in the midst of Yggdrasil's summer.

It will take two full days to reach Thrymheim travelling at as fast a pace as they can without wearing out the horses or catching unwanted attention. They will make short stops to feed and brush the horses, switch drivers, and allow for any necessary relief - but these breaks will last no longer than ten to twenty minutes at most. Simple meals will be served by the Natives thrice daily, and Travellers are welcome to attempt sleep on one of the meager pallets stocked up if they think they can manage it. Space is not abundant and neither is time. ]

[ OOC NOTES: This is part one of three for the Save Our Souls plot! Please put the day/location in the title of your comment along with [OPEN/CLOSED]. The second log can be found over here and the third and final log can be found here. Let us know if you have any questions! ]

Comments

[conquering]

I will show you. It does not involve kissing, worry not.

[ a small smile as concentrates, creates a shadow in the form of a woman. ]

I can only control one and it is fickle at best. I admit I care very little for the gift they have given me.

[dyingisnotdead]

[Loras frowns at the shadow; it reminds him of the rumors of what killed Renly, if it were not Brienne herself who did the deed. Still, he tries to focus past that, and on her words instead.]

Well, I am glad I am not the only one who finds their gift less than desirable.

[conquering]

[ she turns into him, the shadow fading and nods her head. ]

I am able of great magic but this - this I dislike. Tricks of light and shadow. I barely use them.

[dyingisnotdead]

And this place took away all your other abilities, correct?

[conquering]

All of them, down to the last one.

[ she nods. ]

And the Deities replaced them with a shadow of what they used to be.

[ she does smile at that since. shadow. ]

[dyingisnotdead]

So they make us equal, then unequal once more.

[Loras sighs, looking outside.]

Ironic for you.

My gift is a mockery--kisses or not, I could have used it where I am from.

[conquering]

It is all a mockery, Sir. We should be thankful they have not took away our skill with sword as well. I feel this will come more at use near the city than kisses or shadows.

[dyingisnotdead]

Perhaps when we return, we can spar, together.

[Loras has not known many female warriors--the only one killed the man he loved.]

[conquering]

That would depend.

[ she grins and for once it's playful and young. ]

Can you take the risk of losing to a woman?

[dyingisnotdead]

I suppose, but I would tell you that I am considered the best knight in Westeros.

[He smiles back.]

[conquering]

Then if I win, I should be very proud indeed.

[ Oh my God, they're brats. ]

[dyingisnotdead]

Yes, you should. And if you lose, it isn't such a blow, either.

So in any way, I think you come out well ahead.

[Truly, they are just lovely.]