Today in #Valheim ...
Oh, mighty Odin... how fickle is your will?
Today Asta sailed the open seas... a short and speedy trip to an island visible on the horizon and once she made landfall, she set to exploring and conquering this island as well.
Taking stock of the land, she noticed some curious tracks that were neither troll, nor greydwarf... something smaller, that walked alongside something much, much larger and tracks, like those of a wagon.
Following these for some time through the black forest, she came upon a clearing and the most intriguing sight.
A small dark dwarf, not grey and shambling like the usual denizens of the forest, but with cunning in his eyes and a friendly tone.
Soon, friendship was made and deals were struck... great value he placed on the gemstones and amber Asta had found on her travels and in exchange for coin, he provided a strange belt and a circlet that gave off an other-worldly glow. Useful, these will be.
However, as so often with life, trouble was around the next corner.
Asta heard the troll easily, smelled it easier than that... so it wasn't too hard to track to it's lair... she readied her polearm and proceeded to sneak into the dark, as she has done so many times before.
Was it hubris or carelessness? Does it even matter?
Too late our heroine noticed the strange blue hue of the trolls skin, something that marked it apart from it's lumbering kin... something that should have been a warning... deep within it's lair, where she stalked her prey... she met her end. The huntress becoming the hunted.
Try as she might, she could not recover her items. The troll guards them greedily, and can be heard laughing all across the south of this isle.
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Harsh. Try building a campfire under him? Abyssal Razor is good against trolls too. Good luck!
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