>>40226688
You want nothing more to turn around, to take up one of the swords and shields your father has forged for the town’s militia, and kill as many of the invaders as you can before you fall, to earn an honorable death and seat at a table of Valhalla. But you’re a coward. A crybay. A clutz, whose foot catches upon the roots of a great oak tree as she runs, runs, runs away from the battle for her home.

You tumble, and fall down a hill you don’t remember from your play in the woods as a child. This is the furthest you’ve ever been from home, possibly even as far as a whole two miles out. An unfamiliar stream breaks your fall with a splash, soaking your dress through and washing away the blood from the scrapes and cuts of rock and branch. Coughing and sputtering at breathing in a bit of water, you pull yourself to your knees and despair – you’ll never reach your brother now, not as you are. At best the Franks will get you, at worst, the wolves.

You rub the water from your eyes, and try to get your bearings. You can still hear the sound of battle, off in the distance, the screams of men as they die and the howls of women as they’re taken in front of their children. You rage, rage, rage at your inability to act, your inability to change the outcome of this war that dooms your people’s culture to conversion at the sword. You punch the ground in fury, screaming inarticulate hatred at the water, over and over and over again until your knuckles are a bloodied mess and the anger finally melts away.

But the ground keeps rumbling, and in the distance, you can hear the sound of thunder. In desperation, you mutter a prayer to Thor, hoping against all hope that this might be a sign, that He has emptied the halls of Valhalla and has come to strike down the invaders.

>>40226692
When you open your eyes, you see a war hammer in the stream, crackling with lightning. Its handle near as long as your forearm, its head less like a weapon, and more like a tool you would find in your father’s workshop – fat and square, without the thin, skull piercing head one might expect from an instrument of violence. Emblazoned on the head symbol of Odin, the three horns of magicked mead brewed from the blood of Kvasir.

A voice, deep and rumbling like the thunder before yet reminiscent of your brother and your father and your grandfather alike, whispers into your ear.

“Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.”

Like a girl possessed, you reach a hand over to it, grasping the handle, and give it a pull.

Lightning strikes you. Thunder follows.

When you wake, you lie in a field of unburnt wheat as the sun smiles down on you, no screams in the distance nor smoke hanging in the air. Your dress is dry from sunshine, and your scrapes and scratches have healed over. Everything seems clearer than before – lighter, almost, like you once weighed a hundred stone but now weigh naught but a feather. The air is peaceful here, and that peace infuriates you. But not as much as the possibility that the Franks might bring here the same fire and fury that they brought your home.

>What do you do?

Dam, that's one hell of an opening. You ended it a little flat though. "You wake up in a field wat do" kinda leaves us lost. I duno, look around I guess? Give us a hook.

>>40227067
Yeah, I wanna go kill Franks.
There are no Franks to kill.
This makes me sad.

>>40226712
Find the Frank's and exterminate them so that they don't destroy the peace of this place.

>>40227067
>>40227233
Good point, actually

Should I kill the thread and try again?

>>40227348
That seems unnecessary. Just give us something to interact with and then a way to get back.

>Viking magical girl
>powers of Thor
Oh, dis gunna be good

>>40226712
Return home to dispense justice in traditional Scandinavian fashion.

>>40227348
Nah. I feel like there may be someway to BS the power of Thor helping us return home.

>BY THE POWER OF MEOW MEOW
Um... It's Mjölnir
>Yeah. That.

>>40227464
>>40227413
>>40227387
Aight, writing.

Remember we are fucking stupid. You could lead us to water and we would die of thirst unless you put in an option to [X] To drink water.

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>>40227689
that's a bad example.
things like that should be implied unless it has a story element

>>40227743
I think that was exactly the implication.
Regardless of whether or not it was an exaggeration, expecting players to figure out what the should do with no pre-set prompts generally only works when they understand the character and the situation; right now we've got neither.

>>40227837
Well, there's plenty to go off of here.

>angry cause can't fight off invaders
>you're Thor now, lol
>OH GOD WHAT DO I DO?!

>>40227909
The obvious answer is to murder Franks en masse

>>40227909
>>40227924
Try actually reading OP's posts. We're in a peaceful field with nary a Frank to be found.

>>40227413
>Return home to dispense justice in traditional Scandinavian fashion.
Demand payment from the frank for our slain kinsmen?

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No, no, no.

You recognize this place, a field from your childhood where you and your brothers – Cenric, Eadric, and Osmund – would play games of dragons and the great warrior Siegfried, infuriating old Farmer Algar. As you trampled a small part of his crop. This is a memory, not the real world, a peace that no longer exists, that must be fought for and won back from those who would see your culture burn. Your eyes blaze like lightning with vengeance and fury, and with a single blow from your hammer you crack the foundations of this fever dream, and it falls away like broken glass from a window. You wake, for truth this time, floating in the stream near half a mile off.

Was that the test? Was it a question of whether one would embrace a sweet lie, rather than face the bitter reality of this war? You know not what game Father Odin plays, but all his games have a purpose, to teach those who possess not his wisdom, and test the nature of their character.

The weight of the hammer – Mjolnir, you remember from the faerie tales of Thor, Tyr, and clever Loki – is heavy in your hand. Not burdensome, but a good heft, a heft with which to smash the skulls of these bearers of Christendom and smite their war machine with thunder and lightning. You pull yourself from the current of the stream, your dress soaked through yet lighter than ever upon your shoulders. Still, it is cumbersome, it will get caught and in the way, trip you up as you charge your foes. Like useless sentiment, you toss it away, before bounding through the forest with lightning upon your heels. You can hear the sound of men dying, smell the scents of blood and ash and forced copulation, and you run towards it without fear or hesitation.

You skid to a stop in the center of your village. Your vision is red, Mjolnir hot in your hands.

>>40227943
They shall pay in blood.

>>40227971

A Frank, heavy in the coward’s plate they wear for fear of the bruises, scrapes, and wounds of war, smiles at you lecherously, kicking the body of a man – Heinrich, your neighbor, who made candies from tree sap – off of his sword. He says something in his foul tongue, and is joined by two others fool enough to take you for easy prey.

>Crush their skulls beneath your hammer.
>Rip them limb from limb with the strength of a god.
>Smite them with furious lightning.
>Write something in?

>>40227989
>RIP N' TEAR

>>40227989
>Crush their skulls beneath your hammer.
Wait for more attention before using lightning. The stories will spread faster that way.

>>40227989
Lightning! Gotta make sure we're PROPERLY thorring it up, if we just use the strength of a god we can't know for sure that we haven't been sold a bill of goods and are channeling the power of some other shmuck.

>>40227978
Blood... OR SUITABLE GOODS AND CURRENCY OF APPROPRIATE VALUE FOR SLAIN MEN OF OR FAMILY'S STATUS

>>40227989
>Rip them limb from limb with the strength of a god.

>>40228015
>>40228071
THEN IT IS DECIDED

LOLITHOR SHALL RIP AND TEAR.

Should we take "Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor" to mean that the greater marvel cosmology still exists and we might run into Skrulls or the current Iron Fist or the Sorcerer Supreme, or is this more "vanilla" norse mythology while you just use a somewhat well known phrase?

>>40228203
perhaps it's the SG-1 mythos where we are granted power by aliens

>>40228203
Mostly column B, but that would be a cool idea.

>>40228219
But Thor's Hammer just teleports Goauld into holding cells for them to die in in SG-1...

>>40228219
Look buddy the norse gods being aliens is not going to narrow this cosmology down AT ALL

>germanic pagan quest
If we never charge a ghost with trespassing to cure a haunting i will be SORELY disappointed.

>>40228252
I just knew SG-1 had aliens that where inspiration for gods.

>>40227971
My god are you eloquent as fuck. I want to bear your children.
And I'm a dude.

>>40228138
>Lolithor
And it just keeps getting better.

>>40228252
having us fight a beta ray bill character would be cool, but if you do that it should probably be fore some non cannon thread.
and just remember any games you run will change in tone and perhaps even theme eventually, just like all these quests before you.

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so when do we get to duel Charlemagne?

>LoliThor the quest
holy fuck this is quickly shaping up to be something amazing.

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Their cowards’ plate does not save them from their fate. You, who have been blessed by Thor and the All-Father, are upon them with all the fury of Fenrir, the wolf of Ragnarok whose coming shall herald the twilight of the gods. The trumpets of Valhalla ring a call to war inside your ears as you crush plate with Mjolnir in one hand and dismember the fallen soldiers with the other. Your vision runs red with blood but you can see the Warriors of Charlemagne cross themselves with the sign of their heathen god as you charged them, a wordless prayer to the All-Father upon your lips. You are a vessel untouched by the hands of man, filled to bursting with all Thor’s fury and his rage, his incarnation upon this base Midgard with a single minded purpose: to defend his people from these invaders.

It matters not that they are larger than you.

It matters not that they are more heavily armored than you.

It matters not that they, by all rights, should be able to overpower a single girl who has barely seen her twelfth summer.

In Thor – no, as Thor – you feel that you could cross the mountains in a single leap and lay Charlemagne and his twelve peers low in a single blow of crackling lightning. You feel as if you could stand in the waters of the ocean, and with a single swing of Mjolnir you could turn back the tides themselves. You feel as if no task is beyond your grasp.

Saving your home is merely the beginning.

>>40228661

Two dozen have felled to your bare hands alone, and nearly twice that number have been crushed by Mjolnir’s weight. No longer do you hear the screams of your kinsmen dying, the pained moans of your kinswomen being raped by these so-called knights. No, those men have heard the sound of your prayer to the All-Father, and seen Mjolnir run red with the blood of their fellows. Like the cowards they are, they’ve gathered themselves to the center of the town to form a shield wall to hided behinds as they piss and shit themselves at the sight of little girl with hate in her eyes. Clothed only in the blood of your enemies, you march with light steps towards their formation, lightning crackling from your Hammer to the ground.

>Break their formation with a mighty blow!
>Strike them all down with lightning and fury!
>Let the rage of Valhalla take you, and crush them beneath your feet.
>Write in.

Dammit, theres going to be Yuri here. Its always Yuri. Yuri, Yuri, Yuri, everyone flipin shit about women learning about forbidden love.

>>40228680
> THUNDA STRUCK!

>>40228680
>>Break their formation with a mighty blow!
>Strike them all down with lightning and fury!

>Break their formation with a mighty blow!

>>40228684
>implying we arn't gonna waifu a shota chalemagne with the sword of revelations.

>Strike them all down with lightning and fury!

>>40228684
>Implying the the rage of the all father has time for girl love

>>40228680
>Strike them all down with lightning and fury!

Seriously, though. Are you a writer?

>>40228680
>>Break their formation with a mighty blow!
>Let the rage of Valhalla take you, and crush them beneath your feet.
Show your kinswomen that their gods are watching over them.

>>40228684
WHY THE FUCK WOULD THERE BE YURI SON?

THIS IS 774!

If you don't wind up marrying the burliest freaking blacksmith there is (just like ma married pa), you might wind up husbandoing Roland, the baddest mother fucker that ever fought the Moors, or Astolfo, who has a trap form if you dress him up along with his hunky bishounen mode.

>>40228761
Nope. I'm a data analyst, spend most of my days working with spreadsheets.

>>40228803
>WHY THE FUCK WOULD THERE BE YURI SON?
>THIS IS 774!
Look we're channeling thor here. And channeling thor means being entirely irresponsible with attractive women, there's no other way for us to use this power.

>>40228704
>>40228712
>>40228717
>>40228734
>>40228785

So mote it be. Let the combination attack commence!

Important suggestion: we should never CALL ourselves thor, but we should absolutely go by some of his alternate titles/kennings. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_names_of_Thor

Particularly like the image of us shouting "I am the loud rider, the terrible, I am NOISE."

We need a QT 3.14 Valkyrie waifu, all good heroes get Valkyries. Was it still called scissoring in 774?

>>40229032
Scissors date back to 15th century bc egypt.

>>40228500
I think you'll find we ARE the beta ray bill character. The real thor's gonna come whine at us like a baby about how he's stuck with normal human strength give us back his hammer.

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>>40228934
>NOISE
please no
When does Loliloki show up for our duet, wielding Gungnir?

>>40229245
>duet
Well now i'm going to be disappointed when that typo DOESN'T happen.

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The sight of them shivering like children beneath their blankets as they huddle together for protection behind their shield wall infuriates you. They are warriors who have sworn their life to their god, cruel and vicious as he may be, surely they expected the possibility of death, the possibility of a route. Have they not their pride as men? Or were they simply cowards clad in metal, whose hearts turn yellow as soon as their advantages in arms and armament are rendered useless? ‘Tis no matter. They shall die soon, shields or not, and the stragglers fleeing shall live to tell the tale of the berserker girl with golden hair, possessed by foreign demons to strike down their “holy” army.

But if they’re going to be songbirds, you must give them a tale to sing.

You pull back Mjolnir, like a woodcutter readies his axe to cut clean through a tree.

Then you leap, in a great arc that mirrors the swing of your hammer. With a loud, wordless prayer to Thor and the All-Father, the clouds gather together and in the span of a blinking eye a thunderstorm is brewed. The Franks try to impale you on their halberds and their spears, but their steel and iron are turned away by your bare skin, bent and broken like a poorly forged weapon might shatter when dipped in water to temper. You hammer connects with the shield wall of the Franks just as the first bolt of lightning arcs down from the heavens. Electricity courses through you like the happy buzz of strong mead, and jumps between the Frankish warriors even as they collapse from the might of your blow.

You breathe heavily, your chest rising and falling like the beat of a drum as you crush the skull of the Knight-Commander beneath your feet.

Not from exertion. Never from exertion, not anymore.

>>40229270
No, you’re excited. You want to finish the stragglers, too, but the part of you that sees more than the red blood of your fallen kinsmen stays your rage. No. You need some of them to live, for word to reach Charlemagne that the All-Father has chosen a champion to defend his people.

Your kinsmen gather round, looking at you like they hardly recognize you. You can see your father, your mother, and your two baby brothers among the crowd, alive and untouched.

>What do you do?

>>40229283
Tell everyone what happened as fast and incoherently as possible like the preteen girl you still are

>>40229262
That wasn't a typo.
>>40229283
This >>40229313
Then remember you're naked in front of literally everyone in the whole world.

>>40229283
Hug the dad and mom since they're not dead I guess.

>>40229283
Fly off into the sky, land somewhere nearby that seems safe and void of prying eyes, then see how un-transforming works. Gotta preserve that alter-ego.

>>40229385
There's no transforming dude.

You're ass naked and covered in blood, as is only proper for real heros, even if they typically have manhoods twixt their legs rather than womanhoods.

>>40229313
>>40229337
SO MOTE IT BE.

This next will probably be the last writing section for the night. If the thread's still alive in the morning, I'll continue then.

>>40229445
Ah, right. I had somehow horribly misread the "Your dress is dry from sunshine" line, and then had forgotten we had torn away the dress anyway. Thanks for the correction.

>>40229481
if you catch this in time please describe the voice as "the daddest voice in the world" and add plenty of sound effects.

CUPCAKES ARE NOT ICE CREAM CAPTCHA

>>40229481
We should ask if anyone has any spare clothes lying around and try to cover ourself

>>40229481
Is OP kill?

>>40229869
No, just slow. Almost finished with this segment, but not quite.

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The red bleeds away from your vision as that place in the back of your mind catches up with the rest of you, and realizes that the threat of the Franks is gone, for now. No longer needed for the time being, Mjolnir melts away like quicksilver, flowing into the form of a simple pewter pendant on a leather thong tied around your neck. With the sort of glee only a young unbled girl can manage you squeal in delight at the sight of your family, and run up to you mother and throw your arms around her. When she starts petting your head, and when your father wraps his cloak around your shoulders, the realization that the berserker which drove off the Franks was little Gretchen spreads like wildfire throughout the survivors of the attack.

One by one, they start chanting your name, cheering their savior.

Your father pats you on the head, the same way he always does when you’ve done a good job helping him in the forge. A laugh caught in his rough and gravelly voice, he reprimands you.

“I’m pretty sure I told you to run to your big brother, little lady.”

“But I diiiid!” you complain. Rightly so, as you had planned to follow your dad’s instructions to the letter before you tripped. “But then I tripped on a root and fell down a hill and splashed into a creek where I got really really angry about not being able to do anything about the Franks! Then the All-Father musta heard me because the next thing I know Mjolnir’s right in front of me and I heard a voice saying that if I was worthy I could pick up the hammer and be blessed with might by Thor and so I did and the I was in old man Algar’s field, but that was just a dream that the All-Father sent to test me so I broke it with Mjolnir and came running back here to drive off all the invaders!”

A remarkably succinct explanation for something spat out in a rapid fire staccato with just one breath.

>>40230011

“I… see…” your father says in a tone that really means he doesn’t. “Well, why don’t see if we can’t dig something out for you to wear.”

Your cheeks redden as the realization that most everyone who has survived the Frankish invasion received an eyeful or more of your naked body as you ripped a bloody path through your enemies. In perspective, the indignities suffered by many of your surviving kinwomen at the hands of the Franks far outstrip any embarrassment you might have over your own nudity, but twelve year old girls such as yourself are not prone to thinking rationally. That you even considered the women victimized today is a testament to your maturity. Still, a far different picture from the bloody raging berserker you were but moments before is taken as you clutch the cloak around you and go off with your father.

>See if you can’t salvage anything from home. The smithy is mostly intact.
>See if Mjolnir can’t help you with this situation, even if the solution is temporary.
>Just grab the first dress you can find.
>Write in.

>>40230017
>See if you can’t salvage anything from home. The smithy is mostly intact.
Do we really want to abuse Mjolnir's power for something so small?

>>40230017
>>See if you can’t salvage anything from home. The smithy is mostly intact.

>>40230017
Father has this, trust him with the situation. Even if we can channel the might of the troll basher we're still his little girl.

>>40230017
>See if you can’t salvage anything from home. The smithy is mostly intact.

>>40230042
Small? Do not tempt the gods of fashion, kinsman, for their wrath is swift and their guardsmen annoying.

>>40230017
>See if Mjolnir can’t help you with this situation, even if the solution is temporary.
In the interim, and
>See if you can’t salvage anything from home. The smithy is mostly intact.

>>40230042
The way I see it, we'd be getting our magical girl costume.
And I can't wait to find out what it is.

>>40230017
>See if you can’t salvage anything from home. The smithy is mostly intact.

>>40230073
>and their guardsmen annoying.
Mmmmm'hmmm, you got that right sister.
Oh, and those shoes? Do NOT match that top, bitch.

>>40230042
>>40230073
>>40230088
Fine. I guess see if we get some sweet armor from Mjolnir or something. But the way Gretchen was reacting to the invaders' armor earlier, I doubt it.

>>40230121
>armor
Nah, man.
We're gonna be wearing the pelt of a bear.

A very small bear.

>>40230121
Well, there's anachronistic full plate (which these fellas were wearing), which is for cowardly losers; there's Maille, which is acceptable armor for proud Saxon warriors; there's ass naked, which is how true heroes fight; and there's Asgardian Armor, which is basically just badass looking outfits with some metal on them.

Also, going to sleep for the night, if the thread is still up I'll continue come the morning.

Here's the archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Magical%20Girl%20Thor%20Quest

>>40230228
Sleep well, All-Father.

>>40230228
Take a good rest, and may this quest resume sometime!

>>40227943
>>40227924
>>40227413
>>40227324
>>40227233
>Lets go slaughter people
>Forget about all the women we have to saves which are currently being raped
>Forget about any survivors not still killed
>Forget about the fact that some of our people are regrouping in the woods.
>Lets go straight to killing our enemies because that is the only act worth performing.

>>40233348
We've got to prioritize. Pulverize the Franks first, then tend to the innocents once the danger has passed.

>>40233348
Excuse me when I said "demand payment" I meant it literally. No slaughtering franks just extorting a blood price out of them.

>>40233348
Okay, first, you're late as fuck.
Second, you're an idiot.

>>40228680
Why didn't we get to take our time fighting them? It's supposed to be an introduction to how combat will run and what our character is capable of.

>>40234401
That's exactly what happened.
Combat runs in whatever manner makes us look most like a badass Norse thunderloli.
Our character is capable of pretty much anything that involves smashing things with a giant hammer, tearing things apart with raw strength, or blowing things up with lightning.

>>40234440
At least when all we're being unleashed on are ordinary men. Chances are, once we're tangling with beasties more at our level, combat will start filling out a bit more.

>>40234440
>>40234482

The important question is: do we have a chariot with goats?

I'm a bit disappointed it's not the Mjolnir from mythology, but otherwise it's a pretty solid quest

>>40234605
>it's not the Mjolnir from mythology
[citation needed]

>>40234605
What do we need a chariot for when we can fly by ourselves?

>>40234713
The design of the hammer was from the marvel comics.
Look up pictures of old meow meow.

>>40236403
Technically it was never confirmed to be meow meow at all. Could be a different mystical hammer which bestows the power of Thor on the worthy.

>>40236576
This whole thing finding the Hammer sounds too good to be true, there has to be some strings attached.

I bet Loki has something to do with it, and we have to make him solve the problem he started (that's what usually happened in the stories).

>>40236680
Or Thor was being a jackass and Odin decided specifically to use a little girl to show him humility. Which probably would also have been Loki's idea.

>>40236728
If this really is the real hammer, this is probably the second time he's been emasculated by having his hammer taken away.

He better not try to disguise himself as a woman to get it back from us.

>>40236576
>>40236680
>>40236728

Or maybe, its not actual Mjolnir at all.
Maybe her powers just manifested in the way that made the most sense to her.
Girl didnt ask any questions. She was just llike, Mjolnir? Sign me up.

>>40236728
Or they're all sitting about their mead hall in Asgard munching on turkey legs (the viking equivalent of popcorn) while they see what you do with it.

Wait, no, that'd be something the Greek gods would do.

Wait, what am I doing out of my writing cave? (I'm back, gonna get working on next segment soon as I shower).

>>40236757
The hammer is his penis.
Which means the hammer is her penis.

Wait, no, I'm not running a /d/ quest here, never I mind.

>>40236780
Probably the best answer right here. It represents Mjolnir in the same way that Gretchen represents Thor - the objects are tied to one another, and it would be wrong to say that the hammer isn't Mjolnir, but Thor in Asgard still has his hammer.

>>40236824
>>Thor in Asgard still has his hammer
Hopefully he'll be cool with everyone thinking we're him, then. Otherwise...

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The thatch roof of your home by Father’s smithy may yet smolder with the fires set by thrown Frankish torches, but the walls remain unburnt and the roof yet uncollapsed. The room you’ve shared with your three brothers since you left your mother’s breast is heavy with smoke, and still warm from the dying fires above it. An old tunic of your eldest brother – too small for him, yet too big for the twins – is enough to preserve your modesty, alongside a set of linen underthings that managed to survive the fire. It barely reaches down below your knees, and you have to tie it off with a hempen belt to keep it from flapping about in the breeze, but it’s infinitely better than parading around the village with all your womanhood to see.

You’ve heard tell of the Franks considering a girl so displayed ruined for marriage, a bizarre custom to say the least. Isn’t that the entire point of getting married?

You leave the house to the sight of all your kinsmen working together to put out what fires still blaze among the village – the women form a bucket line from the well, to pass them to the menfolk, who run to the worst of it and toss water upon the blaze. Children even younger than the twins scamper back to Old Gretchen, the spinster you were named for who might as well be the mayor of your little town, who lowers the bucket into the water. The twins are right by her, throwing all ten years of their weight into pulling the buckets back out of the water for the ladies on the line. It’s nice to see folks that would have been bickering over crops and goats just the other day working together without complaint, even if it took a tragedy to get them to do it.

>>40237709

A part of you muses that it might be what humans need to unite – a common enemy to point all their anger.

You go join your younger brothers at the well, getting behind them and helping them pull up the water buckets. They seem light, for the amount of effort you have to give to pull them up, and you fret each time that the bucket might be empty or even lost in the depths of the well. But your worries are proven wrong again and again, even if you feel like you’re pulling up nothing more than a bucket filled with downy feathers. Your brothers even let go, at one point, and you realize you might have been pulling too hard, nearly knocking them off their feat – they stare at you with overawed eyes.

“Big Sis is strong…” Cenric – who has his braid on the right of his face – says.

“Really strong…” Eadric – who has his braid on the left of his face – continues.

>’Tis a blessing of Thor and the All-Father.
>It comes from working with father in the smithy all day.
>Perhaps the two of you are simply weak~
>WRITE IN

>>40237728
>'Tis a blessing of Thor and the All-Father. Remember your prayers, boys, and be good.

>>40237820
This is good

>>40237820
Supporting

>>40237820
>>40238040
>>40238139
SO MOTE IT BE! (Writing)

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“’Tis a blessing of Thor and the All-Father,” you remind them, pulling the next bucket up with a few lazy tugs. “They’ve chosen me for a purpose I know not what, but I intend to see it fulfilled. Now, shut your slack jaws and scurry off to the other lads to help with the buckets – and don’t forget your prayers, or I’ll be mighty wroth with ye!”

“Yes, big sis!” the two of them chirp, before running off to the swarm of children ferrying empty buckets back to Old Gretchen.

“Are you sure you can manage, Young Gretchen?” the old matron asks you.

“You saw what I did to the Franks in rage, Old Gretchen,” you reply, pulling a bucket up near as fast as it had fallen into the well. “The fury has left me, but not the strength that came with it. I can feel it even now, that I could lift a wagon laden down with grain with the ease that an infant child might pick up his toys. I know not truly what happened when I first grasped the hammer, nor why it happened to me of all people, but Odin has given me his blessing and Thor has lent me a fraction of his strength. If ‘tis for some greater purpose, I know it not, but I intend to use it to help our people, however I can.”

“Even in a task so humble as lifting water from the well?” Old Gretchen asks, a teasing smile upon her voice.

You want to answer yes, but it does feel wrong. The fires still blaze around you, if far less intensely than they had been even a dozen minutes ago – could not your strength be somehow put towards extinguishing them, in a manner more direct than simply providing water?

>Continue to pull the buckets from the well.
>Attempt to extinguish the fires with a mighty hammer blow.
>Attempt to call forth a storm, a torrential downpour that will smother the fires.
>Write in.

>>40238524
>Attempt to call forth a storm, a torrential downpour that will smother the fires.

Make it rain!

>>40238524
>Continue to pull the buckets from the well.
Lets not abuse it right off the bat. The problems being taking care of. Just slowly.

>>40238524
> bucket time

>>40238524
>>Attempt to call forth a storm, a torrential downpour that will smother the fires.
We call the thunder, we call the rain!

>>40238524
>Continue to pull the buckets from the well.

>>40238524
>Attempt to call forth a storm, a torrential downpour that will smother the fires.

Maybe op should just roll for it.

did OP died?

lets not get reliant on the hammer or make anything worse by lighting more things on fire with lightning.

>>40239631
Votes are being rather sporadic, and I've got other things I have to do right now/have been doing while waiting. I think I might move this over to A-kun later today.

>>40239647
>More fire
>Worse

I don't follow

>>40239673
It's worse when it's our stuff that's burning and not the Franks. Especially since we've not got that much stuff left by now.

>>40238524
>Continue to pull the buckets from the well.
Let's not abuse power, this is clearly a test from Old Gretchen.

>>40239860
That said, mightn't a torrential downpour cause other problems for our people? Ruin crops, wash away damaged buildings etc?

Talk about "when all you have is a hammer"...

>>40239895
If the crops get washed away then they were weak and unworthy of feeding our people.

OP has abandoned us!

>>40239895
This is powertrip time. Consequences later.

>>40239927
By that logic we should bring the hammer down on our father and the other militiamen who couldn't beat the Franks.

>>40234713

The Mjölnir from the myth was just fucking heavy. The whole "can be lifted by the worthy" is from Marvel Comic

Heck, Thor himself couldn't lift his hammer without his strength-enhancing belt, while several Jötnar could without problem

I bet that what ever we do, Lolita-Loki will end up doing sexual slice of life pranks on us at least once. Followed by some punishment for her?

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Return to us, oh Op. A sacrifice for the all father!

>>40242184
I really hate to say this... but i kind of really want to see something like that happen... dammit me

How about... NOT a mighty torrential downpour, just a respectable downpoor that'll at the very least help limit the spread of fire. We're not "relying on the hammer" we're just checking out what we can actually do.

>>40243319
If we're going to see how good our control over the hammer is, why not see if we can summon a hurricane to suck away the air from the air from the fires, whilst leaving everyone else unharmed?

Yeah, that's going to end badly. My vote for the "respectable downpour" idea.

>>40242184
That's a moderate possibility.

Also, moved over to Anon-kun for the foreseeable future. http://anonkun.com/stories/be-she-worthy/3iNH6WGbESK3xEHHb

OP, why'd you abandon us?
I just got out of class...

>>40243730
Wait. Never mind.
Bad/great timing in my part.

>>40243716
... fucking why?