10.10.2006
Dave, Fist of Odin
As soon as Shmecktor reports back, I start getting a team going with ropes and shit to get to the other house.
First to go is Tut, because it seems like he knows something about the oil we'll need. Next is whoever is good at searching - Marivhon? Moth? Not me! - to look for some of that oil in the other house.
Last time we were here, if memory serves, we spread some oil on the mirror and went through once it activated.
Would a summoned radiant leopard be considered a being capable of interdimensional travel? 'Cuz, you know, it travels interdimensionally to get here. What about me? I appear to be 'capable of interdimensional travel', because I have travelled interdimensionally. Or is there more to it than that?
Do we have machine oil?
It might be moot - I think we found some oil that we needed the last time we were here.
The last thing I do is tag the house. There's bricks, and someone's got a knife or (if nothing else) some broken mirror pieces or something - I want to write the following:
"Dave, Fist of Odin was here. Twice. Hopefully we'll make it out of here and away.
Good luck to you."
Once everyone's travelled to the other house, I swing myself off and get there myself. Woo hoo, I guess, but this kind of thing is neutral to us Followers of Odin. Sure, look at the pretty stars and shit. That's great. And I'm floating in the timeless void. Yup, pretty good. Not part of my core competencies, though. Maybe someday I'll write an ode.
Anyway. I have Something To Do. That something might be to talk to Vrill; that something might be to get Odin's new followers out of the tower; that something might be to rescue the Valkyrie - it's always been in the back of my head to do that; and that something might be to establish some church of Odin somewhere that:
a) the Monks of Progress are far away from,
b) the Knights of Armek aren't fucking with
c) people like to drink and tell stories.
Yup. And there's this Zelba thing, too, which seems to me like when the bosses are arguing about which department my timesheets should go to. You know? I'm Odin's Fist, and I've got stuff to do, and I still get spells so - whatever. Y'all work it out, and let me know if I should do anything different.
But, anyway. NONE of those things can be done from this FUCKING WEIRD ROCK WITH TWO HOUSES.
I'm not the thinker of the party, but I'm starting to get pissed, and I've generally only gotten pissed at the guy whose face I'm about to jack.
There's no-one's face I'm about to Jack. This is some Fucked Up Shit, is what I'm saying, and it's time to GO.
First to go is Tut, because it seems like he knows something about the oil we'll need. Next is whoever is good at searching - Marivhon? Moth? Not me! - to look for some of that oil in the other house.
Last time we were here, if memory serves, we spread some oil on the mirror and went through once it activated.
Would a summoned radiant leopard be considered a being capable of interdimensional travel? 'Cuz, you know, it travels interdimensionally to get here. What about me? I appear to be 'capable of interdimensional travel', because I have travelled interdimensionally. Or is there more to it than that?
Do we have machine oil?
It might be moot - I think we found some oil that we needed the last time we were here.
The last thing I do is tag the house. There's bricks, and someone's got a knife or (if nothing else) some broken mirror pieces or something - I want to write the following:
"Dave, Fist of Odin was here. Twice. Hopefully we'll make it out of here and away.
Good luck to you."
Once everyone's travelled to the other house, I swing myself off and get there myself. Woo hoo, I guess, but this kind of thing is neutral to us Followers of Odin. Sure, look at the pretty stars and shit. That's great. And I'm floating in the timeless void. Yup, pretty good. Not part of my core competencies, though. Maybe someday I'll write an ode.
Anyway. I have Something To Do. That something might be to talk to Vrill; that something might be to get Odin's new followers out of the tower; that something might be to rescue the Valkyrie - it's always been in the back of my head to do that; and that something might be to establish some church of Odin somewhere that:
a) the Monks of Progress are far away from,
b) the Knights of Armek aren't fucking with
c) people like to drink and tell stories.
Yup. And there's this Zelba thing, too, which seems to me like when the bosses are arguing about which department my timesheets should go to. You know? I'm Odin's Fist, and I've got stuff to do, and I still get spells so - whatever. Y'all work it out, and let me know if I should do anything different.
But, anyway. NONE of those things can be done from this FUCKING WEIRD ROCK WITH TWO HOUSES.
I'm not the thinker of the party, but I'm starting to get pissed, and I've generally only gotten pissed at the guy whose face I'm about to jack.
There's no-one's face I'm about to Jack. This is some Fucked Up Shit, is what I'm saying, and it's time to GO.
