Can that which is dead die again?
Undead is different you say?
Living or no, bone shall eat steel,
Euranna! I'll sing as I swing.
September 1st - Prindle Day
A voice in the dark: "Let today be known as Prindle Day!" Today I donned my new Elvish chain. A nice fit. Nice and free after months in the dragon scale. There was this tree-climbing "incident" where it came in handy. Gods know I would still be on the ground being eaten, left for dead by my party, if I had been unable to climb.
Damned wolves. What have they left in my blood? And that nerdy gnome and his fortress cube; of all the times to be experimenting! These wizards and priests will be the death of me - our side or theirs, it seems to make no difference.
Damned wolves. What have they left in my blood? And that nerdy gnome and his fortress cube; of all the times to be experimenting! These wizards and priests will be the death of me - our side or theirs, it seems to make no difference.
August 27th - Ashes
So the Temple of Elemental Evil has burned for its sins. Now what comes? A Norse army, intent on stamping out yet another wildfire, some undead monster with bagpipes (sigh), perhaps a dragon as well. Does this land not know rest? Would that I could retire long enough to at least make a new bow.
Still, I long for battle beneath open skies after so long in the dungeon. I feel as though I have been through the forge, folded and hammered into something sharper, stronger and greater than I once was. Now is the time of Fjord! May Odin and all the rest take pity on these vile raiders. I will be rid of them long before I have become a god myself. Now, which rings to wear into battle ...
Still, I long for battle beneath open skies after so long in the dungeon. I feel as though I have been through the forge, folded and hammered into something sharper, stronger and greater than I once was. Now is the time of Fjord! May Odin and all the rest take pity on these vile raiders. I will be rid of them long before I have become a god myself. Now, which rings to wear into battle ...
Ring of Free Action
No wizard can hold me, beguile, defeat me,
No priest can call heaven or hell down upon me,
No warrior save one could press an attack,
And hope to gain still standing and hale.
A ring, one of many, so subtle and great,
Is but a part of my raiment of refuge,
The greatest of which can never be parted,
The blood of an Elf, the undying flesh.
No priest can call heaven or hell down upon me,
No warrior save one could press an attack,
And hope to gain still standing and hale.
A ring, one of many, so subtle and great,
Is but a part of my raiment of refuge,
The greatest of which can never be parted,
The blood of an Elf, the undying flesh.
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