by raptor titanus3 » Wed Feb 16, 2011 2:49 am
"That is the Northman equivelent of an apology for raiding a town of everything that is or isn't nailed down," said Cornelious blandly and with a hidden bite to his statement, Cornelious was still clad in fur skins and rough leather and baggy pants held up merely by an old rope. "My aplogies Pope for my crass statement and for my rough apperance I will not hold it against if you look away from me," he said before anyone could retort.
Meanwhile:
In a tall tower in the Northmen capitol of Valhala an old man with a long, white, swaying beard and a missing eye shuffled about checking spells, potions, and omens of many meanings and importance. He was chief amoungest the elder prophets and was a master of the lands favor. "HHHHhhhhmmmmmm, uuuhhh lets see... where in ..* aahaa there you are, come here you." he muttered as he shifted through the mess in his sanctum looking for a perticular object. Suddenly voices appeared and the elder shot his head up in surprise looking for the source comepletely forgetting what he was orginally searching for. "Who's there? a said not to be disturbed!" he yelled believing the voices were coming from outside his chamber door. He then realized beyond his door was not the source but from a exact copy of him in the form of a little idol on a dusty shelf off to the side. "Weellll heheh it's about time Lokar used that magic vessal I gave him," luaghed the old man as he began to shuffle over to the idol being careful not to trip or knock over something sensitive.
"We all go about our daily lives, waiting for the next big thing, the next cool trend, even the smallest bits of info on anything happening, but what we're really waiting for... is for something interesting to happen to us, thats what draws us to the rich and famous... we want to be like them... I don't, I'm fine with who I am... and you should be too" - RT3