7.03.2006
Dave, Fist of Odin
When I'm getting loaded into the tart - again - I shake it off and say 'I would really prefer to walk this time.'
So, off to Greyhelm? Ummm - yeah! I'm so down with this plan. Why Greyhelm? Are we looking for Vrill and/or Abbey? I'm a little interested in finding those people.
And am I still the Fist of Odin? I mean, if Zelba's got my soul, maybe I'm half the fist of Odin, and half the undead servant of Zelba. That would suck, in my opinion. But I've been riding the tart...
And let's just stop for a moment and appreciate that phrase. 'Riding the tart' is the thing we do when - at least in my case - we're too busy to game. Ha!
Anyway. I've been riding that tart around (this is almost as funny to me as having wood for sheep in Catan) so I've missed some stuff. What's up with Vrill, Abbey, Zelba? My home computer isn't doing so well with .pdf files, so I can't go back past when Schmektor and Moth went down. Sigh.
Oh - and hello, brave companions! My name is Dave, Fist of Odin, although I fear there might be some discussion possible about whose Fist I actually am. But gods of the undead aside, I'm something of the high priest of Odin in these parts. Have you heard about the time Odin appeared to me, and commanded a task of me? A task which, I might add, my companions and I completed successfully? No? Well, let me pull out a flask of holy whiskey here and spin you a tale of my faith. A faith which involves clobbering and drinking and, sometimes, talking to people - no, of course I'm not prosyletizing, I'm just talking about MY faith. That's Odin's way - if you like the drinking and the clobbering, you might consider Odin, but if not - hey, we've all got our own paths.
I was a bit out of it, so I missed most of the fight, but the two of you seem like straight Gs - welcome!
Oh, sometimes we rap, too. I personally am the beat-box of the party, so if you're considering laying down some phat rhymz - be it frontin', or mad skilz - maybe we should compare styles so I can see how best to lay down a rhythm for you.
That's it. On to Greyhelm!
So, off to Greyhelm? Ummm - yeah! I'm so down with this plan. Why Greyhelm? Are we looking for Vrill and/or Abbey? I'm a little interested in finding those people.
And am I still the Fist of Odin? I mean, if Zelba's got my soul, maybe I'm half the fist of Odin, and half the undead servant of Zelba. That would suck, in my opinion. But I've been riding the tart...
And let's just stop for a moment and appreciate that phrase. 'Riding the tart' is the thing we do when - at least in my case - we're too busy to game. Ha!
Anyway. I've been riding that tart around (this is almost as funny to me as having wood for sheep in Catan) so I've missed some stuff. What's up with Vrill, Abbey, Zelba? My home computer isn't doing so well with .pdf files, so I can't go back past when Schmektor and Moth went down. Sigh.
Oh - and hello, brave companions! My name is Dave, Fist of Odin, although I fear there might be some discussion possible about whose Fist I actually am. But gods of the undead aside, I'm something of the high priest of Odin in these parts. Have you heard about the time Odin appeared to me, and commanded a task of me? A task which, I might add, my companions and I completed successfully? No? Well, let me pull out a flask of holy whiskey here and spin you a tale of my faith. A faith which involves clobbering and drinking and, sometimes, talking to people - no, of course I'm not prosyletizing, I'm just talking about MY faith. That's Odin's way - if you like the drinking and the clobbering, you might consider Odin, but if not - hey, we've all got our own paths.
I was a bit out of it, so I missed most of the fight, but the two of you seem like straight Gs - welcome!
Oh, sometimes we rap, too. I personally am the beat-box of the party, so if you're considering laying down some phat rhymz - be it frontin', or mad skilz - maybe we should compare styles so I can see how best to lay down a rhythm for you.
That's it. On to Greyhelm!
