Scorpiox

Thanks K-nut, sorry it came so late. And thanks badboytje38 for being tolerant.

"Har, someone had better not been hurting her. Yes, I'll go with you to see her." Haldor stands to his feet and ducks through the door after Johon, bound for where Ellaria was being kept.

Haldor looks toward Johon. "What happened to her? And who says my company is unwanted? I'm looking to go see her."

Haldor looked up for a moment, and a thought crossed his mind. "Ha, has anyone seen young Ellaria? I haven't seen her since the gnomes."

"It sounds nice, I like trees. The stand up against the world, rain or shine, defiant. When they fall, they are dignified in death, standing strong. Fine with a bow? I wouldn't be surprised, you are good at a many things. I never liked them myself, could never hit anything, much prefer something to hit with. But enough of that, are you thinking of taking the archery further?"

Haldor returned from the library, having given the note he dictated to Jess to Byblos to add to the leaflet that the man Drake had left. But when he walked back to the hall, he could have sworn he saw a strange dark red blur moving on the rooftops, and a movement in the alleys. But it was probably nothing, Haldor knew there was nothing that could move in that way anyway, apart from one thing he had read of in the Norse scriptures... Haldor sat with Jess, looking slightly apprehensive, but cleared the expression to speak with her. "Ah, Jess, I see you again. Thank you for doing that piece for me, you know that I can't very well write. But you do it so well, you must have been taught good in the Elven places you came from. I want to know more about where you lived, damn I've bored you enough with my past. What was it like home for you? Probably nothing like the North. It must be beautiful there, to have spawned one such as you."

Haldor found himself in the library, looking into the large eyes of the Metasimian Byblos. The hunched man appeared to be studying a great tome, but closer inspection revealed that he was catching up on some of his missed sleep. Sleeping, quill in hand. Haldor bent down to Byblos's height and loudly cleared his throught. Byblos awoke looking startled, but claimed he was just 'resting his eyes' for a moment. "Har, Byblos, friend. I notice the passage friend Eric wrote a while ago concerning Wartan and the North Gods. I notice he did not write of Thoric although, so I wanted to fill in the gap. Here is a bit I made in spare time. Don't worry, Jess put it for me so you don't have to bother with bad wording." Haldor handed Byblos a piece of parchment, spread accross with the neat, thin handwriting of Jess. Haldor looked on as Byblos read the note on Thoric, and then set on his way back to the hall. Khorne and I have spoken, we decided to retcon Thoric as Norse God of Judgement and Salvation. All is well. We've also planned something big for the Norse soon.

I believe it is the Hassansin with the axe from Prince of Persia Desert Attack. That is a pretty neat set.

Haldor looked up and noticed the tall, muscular Norseman Eric, the epittamy of what the Northaners all aspired to be. But was there more the the strong man's thoughts than what met the eye? He appeared to be dressed in unusual fine clothing with short, slick hair. A strange appearance, vastly different from how he seemed when Haldor had previously met him. Though they both hailed from the same lands, they themselves were different in how they felt about the world. Haldor stood up to meet the fellow Norseman, and maybe discuss the strange happenings in the world. "Har, Eric friend." Haldor greeted him with a few words in their native Northern language. "How has you been well? You look, different, what's with the new guise? Time has passed since we last met, and Jess is well again. So all is good. A while ago, when I was returned from the mysteries of the witch Wren, I trained to become stronger to help my friends and those who need help. I had this peculiar vision, I saw myself in Valhalla, with the feasting and joy. I found Thoric there, he told me to stay strong and trust in my beliefs. It felt real as though I was there. What do you think friend?" Haldor exchanged some more Norse words, before waiting for Eric's answer.

You should see his explanation of the Mopag... Right, now I REALLY need to work.

Nice, I like the shield, it fits. But where is his famous scar Alisha wants?

I am a bit of a history nerd, so sorry if I keep bashing your stuff, I don't mean to. I know that medieval European people washed very little, (many had their yearly bath in the summer) so I got the feeling that it wasn't very different in Scandinavia. Yeah I do know a fair bit about Norse culture, (obviously not their washing habits! ) so maybe I should be more of a nerd about their bathing instead of their religion, conflict and civilisation! Thank you, one learns something new everyday. Now I need to interact with Eric again.

Really? I was always aware that real Norse culture didn't involve much clenliness. Aaaanyway. Excited to see Raider Eric!

Haldor awoke, startled, it appeared that the lack of sleep had caught up with him. He turned his weary eyes to the speaker, and was shocked and relieved to see that whatever curse afflicting Jess had passed, and her shining eyes greeted his. "Jess, you awake! I thought I was never seeing your face lit up with life again. You was gone for long, you not eat or sleep. I tried to get you back, but nothing I could do." Haldor looked sad, but it passed, and he pulled Jess into a tender loving embrace. He gave her back her 13 he owed her. And told her to stay close to him. "I am glad that I seeing your beautiful face again, for you looked so cold." Haldor's face suddenly turned a picture of fury, and his hands balled into fists. "She did it, she made you cold. She will pay for what she done!"

Yays! Great to have you back mate!

Yeah, I set Haldor's birthday to the 12th of March, and, bar Boomers' time lapse, they seem to similar ages. How cool is that! And now I get to interact with Larry again!

Haldor looked up as an exceedingly drunk Boomingham crashed into the hall, bumbling around with bottle in hand. Haldor had not spoken to a real person for days, as dear Jess was as though made of stone, and he wanted to feel like he existed. Haldor stood up and walked calmly over to Boomingham and hauled him with great difficulty into a chair. Haldor pulled up a chair and a mead, and sat with the drunken paladin. "Ha, hello Lawrence, remember me? We met a while back, see? How is the thing be going? Hope everything be being all well for you, and I wish I could say the same, ha."

Haldor looked weary, and his eyes showed the feelings that kept him from rest. Jess remained gone, and with no obvious way to bring her back. Haldor had tried everything from remedies and cures to rest and just love for her. Haldor looked down, his anneverssary of birth had passed, without even noticing it. He wished that she was there to share laughter and the joys of them being together. But it seemed not to be.

I agree, a great speech. Eric needs to go on a quest with Haldor, Skrall and Wren, then they can all do what they do best and write epic thoughts and speeches.