Dam Removal

It wasn't quite as simple as smashing through stone and dirt. I uncovered buried undead as I "shoveled" away the earthen dam, as well as rune engravings that I smashed. The runes were some sort of spell woven into the dam. Andrew did whatever it is he does and literally grappled with the spell.

Everyone else did their thing. Kennedy was my cover fire, Lexi and Claire were distractions, and Hal was the anvil to my hammer. Five long hours was spent ripping that dam apart, but in the end, we took it down. That was a good feeling, seeing the well refill.

It was good to see our efforts produce positive results and not end up with us getting dug deeper into our own hole. The path we'd taken was much more lush, streams were flowing, and we saw more animals. When we got back to the Norns, they looked much younger and revialized (and is it just me, or does every divine or semi-divine being we run across either made of divine hotness or beaten with the ugly tree?).

We took a bit of a breather and started to make ready to make the descent into Nifilheim, itself. Clair and Ken are planning to make some cold-weather gear from hunted animals, as it's apparently a realm of bitter cold. How this slipped Hal's mind while we were still in the world, I don't know. But then, he's not affected by the common concerns of hot and cold anymore (neither am I, to a certain extent), so I guess I can see how one would forget.

Anyway, according to the Norns, the journey will take nine days, regardless of how fast or how slow we travel. We should probably pace ourselves. We've been doing a lot of walking down here, I wonder if the flow of time is similar. I'd hate for this to be all over only to find several years have passed in the world. Though I suppose that's only in Irish myth, I guess.