7.19.2005
Dave, Fist of Odin
Hey Marivhon - how you doin'! Any friend of Brogg's a friend of mine. You met Cinder, Mike (Our Zombie Friend), and Abbey? Interesting story, there. Yup, not every day you see an animated head of a little girl floating with a dress. Hey, you want a drink? Not every day you meet a half-elf monk. Hey - when you hang with elves, do they call you 'half-human'? I'm just curious. Brogg always goes off on some weird religious thing when I ask him. He's a good guy in a fight, but a bit too intellectual for me sometimes. Know what I mean? Me, I like the drinking, and the clobbering, and really, that's kinda how we play it, Odin-style.
So - I notice you're not dressed for - um, well, for much, there, with your pants and your staff. I got 50 gold if you want to buy a shirt, or some armor, or - what's that? A monk? That's cool, that's cool - always glad to talk about the clobbering. I prefer a side arm swing, see, and with the mace you really can get the power that the length of a staff would prevent. Wo - all right, I guess you're right about the reach there.
Hey - you wanna meet my armor? I call her Amy, 'cuz I'm usually too drunk to pronounce her real name, but she's cool. She says 'hi'. Sure, with the no shirt and all you can really move around, but I tell ya - nothing better than a good suit of armor when you're clobbering someone, especially when that suit of armor keeps a running story in your head. Sometimes, it's like poetry, when everything works together - but I guess you know about that, hunh?
So, anyway. You want some cash, knock yourself out. If you want to hear about Odin sometime, or do some sparring, let me know. Me, I'm not one for the missile weapons - I like my clobbering up close and personal - but maybe the guys'd go in with me if you want a crossbow or something - we could use some artillery, I guess. Just don't shoot me in the back!
No, I know. Wow. You're pretty serious, hey? Well, good to meet you - you sure about that drink? Odin smiles on the drunk - at least, as far as I know. Actually, I'm pretty sure Odin doesn't give a rat's ass what we do, most of the time, except when he comes down and gives me a quest and shit. Yeah - 'fist of Odin', it's earned, there. I was just telling my new friend here - umm, what was your name again, baby? Shellane? Shirelle? No, no, I just want to make sure. Aww baby - what you gotta be like that for? I was just getting to the good part, where Odin himself came down and bid me to smite this unholy bitch . . . .
So - I notice you're not dressed for - um, well, for much, there, with your pants and your staff. I got 50 gold if you want to buy a shirt, or some armor, or - what's that? A monk? That's cool, that's cool - always glad to talk about the clobbering. I prefer a side arm swing, see, and with the mace you really can get the power that the length of a staff would prevent. Wo - all right, I guess you're right about the reach there.
Hey - you wanna meet my armor? I call her Amy, 'cuz I'm usually too drunk to pronounce her real name, but she's cool. She says 'hi'. Sure, with the no shirt and all you can really move around, but I tell ya - nothing better than a good suit of armor when you're clobbering someone, especially when that suit of armor keeps a running story in your head. Sometimes, it's like poetry, when everything works together - but I guess you know about that, hunh?
So, anyway. You want some cash, knock yourself out. If you want to hear about Odin sometime, or do some sparring, let me know. Me, I'm not one for the missile weapons - I like my clobbering up close and personal - but maybe the guys'd go in with me if you want a crossbow or something - we could use some artillery, I guess. Just don't shoot me in the back!
No, I know. Wow. You're pretty serious, hey? Well, good to meet you - you sure about that drink? Odin smiles on the drunk - at least, as far as I know. Actually, I'm pretty sure Odin doesn't give a rat's ass what we do, most of the time, except when he comes down and gives me a quest and shit. Yeah - 'fist of Odin', it's earned, there. I was just telling my new friend here - umm, what was your name again, baby? Shellane? Shirelle? No, no, I just want to make sure. Aww baby - what you gotta be like that for? I was just getting to the good part, where Odin himself came down and bid me to smite this unholy bitch . . . .
