<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/HellaAvi.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Mushroom Picking (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Hella Sigrunsdottir<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-Valkyrie, Paladin of Boomee the Thunder God<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Oldwall Forest, nearing the Hunter's Shack | Dusk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selphe, Naevys, Wren<br/><strong>Health Points:</strong>20/20<br/><hr/>“Yes, I am here to help you on your quest for the lovely maiden Mabel and her many mushrooms.” Hella said with a nod to the others.  “I am Hella Sigrunsdottir and I promise I will lay my life down for you and yours, if necessary, to bring the phosphorescent fungus to our lady fair.”  Hella stood proud before the others. She listed quite intently to the conversation of her companions.  She was aware that her form of speech was archaic in phrasing, but it was as a part of her as her spear or the heart that beats in her modest if perky and sensitive breast(s).<br/><br/>When asked if the group had been mushroom picking before Hella shook her head no.  At least not this kind. The mushrooms that grew in the mountains of her homeland were poisonous and only used for certain poisons.  Forest mushrooms she had little idea about.<br/><br/>Selphie held out the picture Mabel had given her, and Hella committed the image to memory with a nod.  She doubted the mushrooms would be along the walking trail.  It was hardly a road, but still traveled enough that game or woodsman would likely have picked those nearby clean, and she stated as much to the others.<br/><br/>“We have a good-looking party, in make-up and countenance.  I will make sure we remain unbowed and unmarred during our quest.”  The idea that others might be disturbed by the idea of danger never crossed Hella’s mind. The thought of danger kept her from other, more lustful, thoughts.  It was not death she feared, but the soft luxury of pillowy breasts, thick warmth of halfling thighs and effete allure of elvish beauty. She feared them and craved them and best to think of an honorable death than losing herself in sensual delights or so she had been told.<br/>