Hrothgar the Red's page

"Who are you talking to?"

"A fight it is!"

"Now where's the mead?!"

"Get some clothes Red. Your manly beauty is imposing, but you'll need some kind of protection from the nettles."

He turns to Paper, "What are the appropriate rites for Lysoskevevos? We need to honour his passing."

Isat bows to the old man, lying in the caryatid's arms.

"Lysoskevevos, the mother surely holds you. Your last work is complete and by it, Hrothgar will surely help maintain your kingdom."

"Oh, sure. Let's avoid females rioting."

<Starts to clothe himself>

Paper grins back at his old friend

"It is good to see you pried from Cerberus' jaws friend Hrothgar. Or were you in the clutches of one of those yodeling fat women on winged horses you Germans are so fond of?"

He smiles even wider at Hrothgar

"And I am not a king. We Romans dislike the office, we tend to kill them. I am rather Imperator, in its ancient formal sense, not the modern-day Eastern potentate Emperor like we have in Constantinople . I am Leader of the Realm. But I will need a strong arm like yours at my side old friend."

"King, Imperator, what's the difference?"

"So does this mean that you know have the keys to the harem?"

<Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, grin>

"Yes. Yes. It is good to have me back."

He grins.

"I do have that effect on people. It's an inherent ability, I think. Hehe. I can't help it."

Hrothgar stands and starts pacing unconcerned by his nakedness.

"Paper is a king? What is the world coming to?"

"The axe... my axe."

"No longer does it scream for blood. The debt has been paid with my life."

"But to wield it again... I don't know."

"Red."

Isat's smile tells its own story. "You're back. Stay still a moment, I need to look at you."

After doing what he can for Hrothgar, he turns his attention to Lysoskevesos. Knowing that there's nothing he can do to help the ancient wise one, his profession and inclination still demand that he help if he can. Among other things, Isat is stubborn.

Heal check on Hrothgar with the intention of making him less disorientated and helping him to adjust to being alive again.
Hrothgar's reorientation check (1d20+16=33)

Another on Lysoskevesos.
Lysoskevesos (1d20+16=29)

"By Odin! I live! Again!" Hrothgar exclaims, tears flowing from his eyes. "I'm back!"

Hrothgar inhales deeply.

"But the eternal battle... Valkyries... even now they fade from my mind's eye."

"Isat, what has happened?"

Just wanted to let you know that I'm ready to step up.

I stand at the ready.

I can always be reached at inquisitor dot radavel at gmail dot com.

Kruelaid is very busy at the moment. He got promoted.

Can I now return to the land of the living?

"You would give part of your alloted time on this earth for me." Tears flow from Hrothgar's eyes, "This sad, sad man is unworthy of such sacrifice."

Seriously, life expectancy in an rpg game is kinda brief.

So, globe wandering monk?

Buddha, bless you. Kwai Chang Kane, anyone?

For Tal

Beware the coming of the One....

Radavel wrote:

Beta, sure!

EDIT: Tal, try to look in on Achmed the Dead Terrorist in Youtube.

Christ that's funny. My 3 year old daughter loves it for some reason.

Glad she liked it. :D

Now where are the infidels?!

Modius kneels down and looks Hrothgar over.

"s*!~, Roofy, I think you killed Red."

Peels Hrothgar's eyelid open.

"Hey, I am not dead yet. You take this axe and give it to someone worthy." Hrothgar hands the axe to Modius and with blood-stained hands he clasps Modius' hands. "I'll save you a seat at the banquet halls of Valhalla." Then for the last time Hrothgar closes his eyes, a smile on his lips.

Tal

Not dead yet... have to leave worldly belongings, etc.

For Tal

That is still likely to happen unless....

Please Play Me.

I think Rufinus just killed me!

Atk; Dmg, assuming it confirms (1d20+5=11, 1d8+3=7)

I think not.

"Rufinus, you went too far! That hurt!"

<Draws axe>

"Take this!"

Atk; Dmg (1d20+5=25, 1d8+3=10)

Kruelaid's computer is busted. Might be sometime before he can post with some regularity.

Will Save; Init (1d20-1=13, 1d20+7=21)

"Hey, don't leave me!"

"Are you telling me you do not fear the gods?!"

After sobering up...

"It's this axe. It has blood curse. I must spill an enemy's blood before the lapse of a full day. And our enemies are without blood."

"Then He will exact His due through me!"

"He demands that I spill blood or else...."

"Hrothgar. Are you alright?"

Drool dribbles out of the corner of Hrothgar's mouth. His eyes have a faraway look. Then all of sudden Hrothgar makes a grab for Isat screaming, "He's coming for His due!"

"Must kill on command!" Hrothgar screams then let's go of his axe and collapses.

One way of bringing out into the open the blood curse of the axe. Somebody stop me!

Paper looks up at Hrothgar, his pupils dialated in shock.

"Start a little higher, like my neck."

Hrothgar raises his axe and aims for Paper's neck, eyes intense and blazing. "I aim to please."

For Tal

OH WEAK!

Paper stares at his aged hand in disbelief.

"My hand ... it's ruined."

Paper slumps to the floor looking at the arthritic digits attached to his wrist.

Swings his axe left and right, "You want me to fix your hand?"

Modius looks at Hrothgar and smacks the back of his right hand into his left palm in a gesture that means "hurry up you stupid oaf!"

"Who are you calling: 'oaf'?"

I am here. Yeah, I follow them to whatever end.

Please stop with all the sayings of those dead Greeks, I beg of you. Incidentally, I am trying to remember the allegory of the cave.

Plato's cave... the allegory of the cave in the "Republic"? Sorry, a worshipper of harsh Northern gawds has no business reading Greek philosophy.

"Scholars and their playthings." Hrothgar mutters with disdain.

Seeing no visible danger, Hrothgar strides pass Modius with boastful confidence and defiance. "It is your pleasure to meet me," Hrothgar announces to all and sundry.

For Tal

"Oh nothing... forget I ever mentioned anything." Hrothgar falls silent and stands in a corner.

Hrothgar exclaims, "Praise be the gods have not exacted their toll!"

The bunch of misfits will be waiting when you get back.

Hey! I resemble that remark.

Have a great trip, Tal.

Good luck on your trip, Tal. :D

Taliesin Hoyle wrote:

What are you all going to do?

Shoot him? Muahahaha!

Chop to the head first!

For Tal

"Red this isn't like you. Battle cheers you up. Is it fighting the dead or just the place?"

"It's the dead! You can't kill them! They're already dead!"

Hrothgar slumps to the ground. There is clearly something bothering him.

"Medical alcohol. It's not meant to be drunk but it's the right substance, like the vinegar."

"Give me that! I need to get drunk!" Hrothgar makes a grab of the alcohol.