Scorpiox

Haldor trudged through Eubric's streets, on a path bound for the marketplace. Tommorrow, he knew, he would be going back to Haddon, and good preparations were essential, if Wren was waiting for him there. The Nord made his way over to the Dwarf Anwyl's smithy, in order to get rid of some junk. "Hello there Anwyl. I have something for you, but don't get yourself too excited." The Norseman extracted a rather greasy frying pan from his satchel, not wanting to think how long it had been festering in there. "Do what you want with this measly piece of scrap, Gods know why I kept it this long." The old Dwarf mumbled a bit about 'disgusting Northerners' and 'a waste of time', before snatching the pan, and stowing it quickly in a box full of rusty metal. The shopkeeper reluctantly handed over five gold pieces for the frying pan, which he knew was more than it was worth. Haldor put on a look of mock appreciation, and then he was off down the road again, toward Portia's stall. "Greetings Miss, you are looking old radiant today. I find myself here with five gold coins to spare, and that potion of yours looks rather inviting. Care for a trade?" Portia swore blushed slightly at the insult complement, and reached up for the potion, eagerly grasping at Haldor's five gold. "My thanks, lady, but now I am off." With that, he casually strolled back toward the hall, storing his new potion away as he went.

Yeah he looks weird, yes his eyes are different colours, but on the other hand, he is just about the best solo artist to have ever lived. And another, because this song is so amazing.

The Matrix: Reloaded. The start was a tad boring, but about 20 minutes in, the film really got exciting. The action sequences are beyond awesome in the previous film, and this one didn't disappoint. Although it did become silly at a few points, like when Neo was fighting about ten thousand Smith clones. At some points, I was really confused, but in the end, the story sort of explained itself. Overall, I rather liked it, but I think that the first film was a bit better in places. I'm eager to watch the third and final film soon.

I hope that Arthur is this awesome on Quest 38.

Nope. It isn't anything to do with the Shaman class, that's all I'll say...

Come over here and tell that to Thormanil and Haldor. And for your information, Haldor hasn't ever sucked blood, there is a difference between 'sucking' and 'transfusion'.

Tell me about it, I never even knew that Larry had a middle name. I know, it is just unfortunate that this: doesn't go small enough to put in jokes like that.

Haldor looked around again to laugh. "Do I smell a little threat there? Don't you worry, I'm just getting myself prepared for a trip to a formerly dark place, so you can continue your heightened debating as though someone is actually listening. Ha."

WBD, there is still time to sell Haldor your plaything before he departs! Please man, I need it! Pretty pwease?

Haldor sat leant back in a chair, as the names for the Quest 38 party were chosen. He let out a sigh of relief, as he was told that he would be returning back to Haddon, where it all happened, and that he would be leading the sterling band of heroes to boot. There was Cronk, the iron-hard Orc who's enthusiasm was addictive, and Tesni, who needed no explanation at all. Alexis would be coming too, but Haldor found himself feeling slightly cold to her after she had turned out Althior, but maybe he could sort something out while they were there. And Arthur, the energetic young man, who seemed to be prepared and well-versed in the ways of the witch and her goals. He would be one to watch. The Nord, as he relaxed himself and excersised his mind, knew that it would be one heck of a journey. The Shaman turned as that peculiar man tried to give his opinion, Haldor couldn't restrain a smirk. "Thanks, genius. I'm sure that they'll be writing tomes about your famous quotations in the future."

The Quest 38 party is going to kick absolute megablocks. I seriously cannot think of a better one. And party leader too! :drool: I think we need some awesome music, don't you? Well, it gives Jess a chance to miss Haldor.

And blow the mugger's freakin' head off!

Except if you find yourself being mugged, or in a gym.

Haldor ran his fingers through his red hair. "It's as though she just treats the whole thing as a jest. The war didn't concern her, but there she turned up, using the oppertunity to raise as much hell as possible. But the unusual thing is, why didn't she want the beast to live, if it would roar around trampling through order as it went? If anything, she could use it, let she took you and the others to bring it down. If all she wants is chaos and death, why not ride the wake of the beast as it brought about plenty of that? What if she has other motives, if not just the causing of chaos, for being in Dastan?" The Nord's face was a picture of indifference, but it was clear that he spoke with urgency. "As much as you did the right thing, I have to wonder why she did what she did. If she had decided to let it be, it would have ripped the kingdom in half before anyone could so much as think. Unless total anarchy was not what she had wanted. Unless she wants more. I don't know, Skrall, I don't know a bloody thing. But that is why I have to go back to Haddon, I have to get things straight. Back there, she wanted the rebellion to give a knew, darker lawless, light upon the town. She nearly made us do it, but in Dastan it sounds as though she tried to make sure that it was her who made the rules." Haldor placed his mug firmly down upon the table. He fervently touched a lucky charm, bearing the emblem of Thoric, before sighing again. "You're not old, Skrall, just tired, we're all tired of this. But there ain't nothing more refreshing than knowing that you've done some good. See if you don't feel better after taking some light work, maybe you need a break from the apocalyptic battles and intricate plots for a while." The Norseman laughed for a few moments before picking up his mug again, and lifting it up. "A man couldn't have a better friend, Skrall, my old mate. Take a rest, recline yourself, have a drink. Raise your glass, to the both of us. And Nur, wherever the hell he is." "...Oh, and where you planning on doing anything with that plaything of yours? The last one I saw nearly caused Tesni to gut Hoke, so they must be good."

I hope that it is this, that would look so awesome.

The day that Pretzel joins the Shaman club and removes his shirt, is the day that Heroica ends and all will die.

Haldor leant back in his chair, relaxing in a draught of alcohol and pondering what to say to his friends. With all the talk, he felt as though his posts had been buried others were to preoccupied to talk to him, who still knew little of what had actually turned out in Dastan. As the Nord took long breaths and drinks of ale, his gaze was attracted once again to the tar-black and ever shifting orb that was concealed in Skrall's pocket. He sighed, and then spoke. "Skrall, what happened over there? Wren was there wasn't she, what did she want? Did all go well?" He laughed to himself, while slugging yet more drink. "I apologise for the interrogation, it has just been awhile, my friend. But please, I am curious." While the man waited for the ogre to speak again, hopefully explaining more about what had transpired over in the far off lands, he felt yet another burning desire to go to Haddon. If Wren was there, if she had flitted accross the seas in enough time for the quest, then Haldor knew that he had to go back there. Haddon was where he had nearly bee broken, but that inspired him further still, to go back, and help what he had nearly destroyed.

Give me time, I just got out of the car, having driven for four hours.

What the hell, NAY. 'Cause I'm a horse. Well, I'm back at home, (Even though no-one but Khorne knew I was gone in the first place) so I can write proper replies to the myriad of people conversing with Haldor. It's all good.

While Haldor waited for his friend to reply, the Nord felt a slight tug on his trouser leg, and as he looked around, his eyes met those of the little creature that he had met on a few occasions, most of them unpleasant. "Ah, you again. What is it that you want this time? Fine, I'll answer your question, just get it over with." The Shaman turned himself fully around, and took a swig of ale, visibly annoyed.