June 7, Near the Broken Airship

The DM: The fog lifts and leaves a thin layer of high, icy clouds across the sky. The weather remains cool and the ground a little damp, as you strike out across the tundra towards the valley that Dilhak indicated. This takes you to a small pond, a highland tarn, about 50 yards across, where water has collected like a cistern. It is clear and very slightly turquoise in colour, allowing you to see right to the bottom. You can see Dilhak's footsteps along the cold, wet sand ringing the pond. This is where you find the axe.

It is a battle axe, four times the normal size. Pandred can lift it with her strength, and might even be able to wield it, but the swing would throw her off her balance for certain. The head is made of stone with a gnarled, twisted wooden handle, which looks like driftwood. The wood feels as hard as the head. The axe's edge has been polished and made sharp. There is blood on the stone.

Pandred: I will take it, and heft it o'er my shoulder, and while we should scurry back to our giant friend, part of me hopes to land a truly calamitous blow with this thing. Let's mosey.

Embla Strand Seconded