Olvir Gundridsson

Class: Male, Human, Jester, Thorwaler

Well met, fellow travelers, whoever you be!

A man is coming down the road towards you. He is very tall, with dark blonde hair reaching down to at least his shoulders. You can hear him singing from far away.
when he notices you, his singing stops. He waves, and calls from the distance.
“Well met, fellow travelers, whoever you be!”

You wave back.

You wait and see.

“Olvir’s my name, what’s yours?!” he spreads his arms with an elaborate gesture and gives you a warm smile.

You introduce yourselves.

You look at him somewhat astounded.

He gives three short but sharp claps with his hands.
“Pleased, pleased! Let us utilize this beautiful spot of countryside together for a resting place…”

“Let’s not, we’re in a hurry.”

“Yes, great idea! We’re weary, too.”

“Whatever you wish, I do not care, but let me offer you a pleasant journey!”
“And the same to you,” you reply before marching on.

He claps his hands three times, short but sharp.
“It is of no importance what your names are! Let us utilize this beautiful spot of countryside together for a resting place…”

You sit down together by the wayside.
“I am wandering about the countryside to bring pleasure to the folk with song and joy with the music of my lute. What brings you here?”

“We are on the road on the hetman’s orders.”

“We are following Hyggelik’s trail.”

“We are just sightseeing.”

“On the hetman’s orders, hey oh! I have composed a little ditty about the hetman. Hold on…” he takes his lute and begins to play.

“You are students of history? Hmm… I could perform for you my saga of Hyggelik. Do you wish to hear it?” he takes his lute and waits for your answer.

“Then you surely will enjoy a wandering song. Hasgar’s long and winding road!” he takes his lute and begins to play.

“Listen, my man…”

You let him play on.

“Let’s hear it!”

“Why don’t you just tell us what you know.”

Olvir is no marvel of abbreviation. The song starts with Hyggelik’s birth, and half an hour later, the former hetman has just reached his 12th birthday.

Another half hour later, Hyggelik is just gathering the crew for his legendary sea journey south. There is talk about one Trutzke, one Bryda Lingardsdotter…

A full hour later, Olvir has finally reached Charypso. Now he describes in detail, how Hyggelik’s crew conquered and pillaged the city.

Another full hour later, Hyggelik finally marches north into the orcish lands, and the song ends with the charming line: “No one knows what happened further…”

You applaud.

You nod.

He sets down his lute and looks at you with an angry expression on his face.
“You have no sense of the finer arts, have you?! I do not appreciate being disturbed in my performance!”
then, he takes up his lute again and continues.

Olvir appears extremely annoyed. After your second rude interruption, he takes his lute and storms off without saying another word.
you are left at the roadside and continue on your way a while later.

“No, no. Why do you object against my playing the lute? Everything I know is formed to song!” he takes up his lute and starts to play.

The song takes a full hour just to reach Tronde’s coming of age.

After introducing Tronde’s entire family in a procession of side plots, Olvir returns to Tronde’s history one hour later.

Another half hour later, Tronde has finally become hetman, and the song offers a bright future with the line: “Yes, onward to glory at the hetman’s side we march”.

Guess, you’ll have to wait another half hour, while Olvir speculates about the future heroics of hetman Tronde, quite obviously improvising the whole time.

“Hold it, hold it. It’s too early. You haven’t heard the end of it yet.” the bard resumes playing.

A joyful song, plastered with jokes, is offered for your enjoyment. Hasgar’s road begins in Prem, where his mother sees him off with the words “Walk right back”. One hour later, Hasgar - with a few detours - has reached Thorwal and gets a job aboard a ship.

Half an hour later, the crew of the “Wild rover”, anchoring in Tuzak harbor, sings the lovely old song “I’d cross the wild ocean”, before setting sail.

Hasgar’s travels end another half hour later where they began. In his home town he joins old friends at the dragon house and joins in a rousing chorus of “Fire down below”, thus ending the ballad.

“I have heard about you. You are trying to find Hyggelik’s sword. I know something that might be of help to you.”

“Well then, I have kept you for far too long already. You must journey on so that your adventures shall provide me with new material for my songs.”
he gathers his belongings, gives you a friendly good bye, and walks away.

“Students of history? I could perform for you my saga of Hyggelik. Do you wish to hear it?” he takes his lute and waits for your answer.

“I have composed a little ditty about the hetman. Hold on…” he takes his lute and looks over to you.

“Then you surely will enjoy a wandering song. Hasgar’s long and winding road!” he takes his lute and looks over to you.

“Let go of it, we are weary.”

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