Vidar's Stupidity

Vidar dismounted and got out his map again. He glanced doubtfully between the Flaming summit of a towering mountain and the darkened sky in the distance with an occasional flicker of lightening above the distant line of a ruined wall. He stroked his horse absent-mindedly.
“Well Dobbin, it doesn’t look much like I remember it, but maybe that’s what Ice Giants and an Acopolopyticalylypsipollopysical does. I certainly didn’t expect those ice giants to be so…hot. I wander what’s going on over there? Someone’s done a quick job putting up that wall, it never pays, it’s falling down already…”
He rooted around in the saddle bag and pulled out a carrot, crunching it while considering what to do. He had taken a circuitous route home, sidetracked by several misadventures and admittedly occasionally lost his way since he had imparted his knowledge of the Quest to the Questers. Now his glacier home had apparently been enveloped in lava and the neighbours had developed an advanced evil reign of darkness in a matter of months. What to do…
He finished his carrot, tossed the top away and reached in for another one. His searching fingers met with something long and smooth in the bottom of the bag. He drew it out and looked at it, frowning. It was a tightly bound scroll. Upon it was inscribed in a flowing elven script ‘The Quest for the Sword of Asnegar: Walkthrough’. With a sinking feeling in his chest, Vidar unfurled the document and began to read.

Contents
The Sword of Asnegar overview
How to find it
Sword Properties
How to use it
Useful Contacts
Treasure Appendix

He stood there reading for over an hour. He only understood about half of it (words like ‘forthwith’ and ‘proceed’ had him stumped), but he understood enough to know that this was an important document. Very important. He rolled it up decisively and secured it self-importantly in his pocket.
“Well, Dobbin, let us leave at once! Hopefully we can find the questers before it is too late…”
He leapt up onto his horse and fell off the other side. More slowly, he climbed on again.
“Away, Dobbin! To the West & Lord Darkness we must go!” he shouted, gesturing wildly with a hand. Patiently, Dobbin began to trot back along the road where the Ice Elf pointed – Easterly.

Vidar's Stupidity

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