The trio departed for the city: Stjarngarde. It roughly means Star City. It only took a few minutes to get there via the light-stream travel systems set up throughout the local region. On the light-stream, every pulse of light could be hundreds of people or huge crates of goods being transported. At each end of each stream there are dozens of terminals the Dyr wait at, with a corrosponding location on the other side of the stream.

As Njorunn, Embla, and Stolgron arrived Embla informed them that their first order of business was to get registered at a local information guild. It wouldn’t matter which one, since they all share between each other anyway but Embla still has a specific one in mind. This way the guilds can search for mortal minions with experience to help them on their conquests. They’re kind of like mercenaries.

Before they got to the guild, Njorunn turned to Embla and asked…

Njorunn: “Why are there stars spelling out the name of the city in the sky? Can I do things like that with my realm?”

Embla: “Ahh, yea this is a demiplane made by the coordination of hundreds of thousands of demons. It’s different than their soul realms of course, otherwise only one demon could enter. It was just a design choice that was universally agreed on. Spelling out STAR city in stars? Awesome!”

“Oh and I guess you could try something similar in your realm. But that kind of cosmetic change takes a lot of Ichor, so you gotta wait till you’re older to make such big things silly!”

Anonymous said: >Ask Embla and Stol about their realms. Do they have one? Is it shared? What about their minions, are they cute? Or are they weird and lumpy like yours? Bond over your cool cloaks with Stolgrove while you’re at it, you both have a good taste!



Njorunn: “Also what are your guys minions like? Are they all lumpy in places?”

Embla: “Uh… no? They have the normal amount of lumps? I’m not sure what you mean.”

Stolgron: “I only have the one so far. He is a bit lumpy I think. Maybe? He’s also huge, like 15 feet tall or something. What do you mean by lumps?”

sprocketholevandal said: Oh pshaw, an ungulate daemon in charge of plant growth can get away with wearing the minimum. It’s all about the fertility motif! Munin’s show is his guilty pleasure, a weight-loss reality show set in a genteel manor house of the 1910s, called “DownTon Flabby”



Njorunn: “Ahh okay. Oh, also! What did Muninn mean about putting on more?”

Embla: “Oh! When you go out in public after you’ve hit maturity you’re supposed to wear an ichor mask. It’s pretty much like walking around naked without one on. Some teens wear fake ones, which is what he wants me to do. But bleh, if it’s not made of my ichor then I don’t want it on my face!”

The girls eventually found their way to the guild as they chatted. A deer welcomed them reluctantly at the entrance. He informed them that part of having their information registered with the guild required them to have their raw potential examined. In order to do this, they had to grasp an ancient mystical device, channel their power though it, and chant words of power. The entire time the man explained this, Embla had the weirdest grin.

Njorunn was first. She went to the stand where the device was kept, slowly reaching up to it before taking it in her hand and proceeding to the testing location.

Once at the testing location a bright light focused on her, making it hard to see. Before her she saw three silhouettes: a grumpy looking simian of some kind, an overly enthusiastic fox woman, and a happy yet lackadaisical bear.

Simian: “Hello, you can begin. We’re only here to judge you in a way which may determine everything about your future.”

Fox: “Don’t be so cold! Don’t worry sweetie, go ahead.”

Bear: “Let’s see what you got.”

Shortly after Njorunn finished, Stolgron went. Njorunn wasn’t allowed to be in the room when Stolgron had her turn. The bird slowly slinked from the testing room and met up with Njorunn and Embla. The trio then headed back to the front desk to get the results.

NJORUNN STATS

STOLGRON STATS

The deer looks at the girls and tells them that they can leave and the minions will be selected for them. Their full test results will be sent in the mail within four to six business years.

The deer continues to explain that he’s annoyed that he had to work with a broken child regardless of how high her growth stats are in addition to a child with such low growth stats that she’ll be useless to everyone forever. Both of which are a waste of his time and they can get out now.

Stolgron protests raising her paper in the air, saying that she is too majestic to have low stats! However, the deer just points to the door. Embla pats the two on the head and tells them not to worry about ‘that guy’ as they leave.

Just one door down Njorunn stops: something in the window caught her eye! She puts her hand on the glass, tapping gently as she asks her sisters to take a look at the store they were walking by.

Stolgron turns her head and gasps as she stares into the window. Both Stolgron and Njorunn ask for permission to go inside from Embla. Embla responds, saying “Well of course! We’re here for you two to explore after all!”

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