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Ooc: Have fun, OT!

And I didn't want to force anything, so that's one of the reasons that Yarrick isn't all LETS DO THIS.

OOC Thats fine. The later the better, because I kindof want to see the impact on the other Avatars. But I really don't mind when. I'm cool with anything. I'll just sit here with my good 'ol pipe and eye-glass.

Ooc
Wolf regeneration was not rushed anyway.

Bic
Look after yourself, I Bette go tell Marla, she would not be happy if no one told her.

She won,t be happy...

OOC Need to get my Medieval [censored] out after watching the For Honour cinematic video.

*Portal opens up and I fall out*

*Unsheathes Bastard sword and points it at denizens of the room*

Have at thee sorcerous swine!

*Wakes up to yelling*

OI KEEP IT DOWN PEOPLE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!

*Looks and sees the everyone is back*

Oh hey everyone your back how'd it go, is Amelia alright?

*Points blade at Z15*

Who are you and where is my Lisa? What foul sorceries have you conjured up to bring me to this odd place!

*Points giant blade at Vanden*

CAN IT!

*Looks back at others*

What happened on the rescue mission?

*looks at Varden*

*Holding giant axe and 8 feet tall*
Your small for a Templer?

Bad news. We lost her, the rescue worked, but the deamon took its revenge. We could not save her.

[Ignores various yelling] [Sits and lowers the blood content in his alcohol]

*Looks up at jhe unfazed*

I, am a Knight. Where have you summoned me?

*Looks at Z15*

*Turns away the giant blade with own*

And what might you be? A child in their fathers armour?

We did not summon you. Did you battle with a wizzard when you got dropped. ?

I am a warrior of the space wolf house. You may know us as the old Norse Vikings.

*Holds onto blade tightly*

If you are a viking, then you are my enemy. And no. Magic is shunned where I come from. Sorcerers are few and far between.

Well closest match. My land I come from descend from the ainciant Viking tradition..

*looks unfazed*
That steel won,t even dent my armour...

*Has stopped moving*

D-did you just call me a child.

*Readies blade*

*Leans down*

Yes. You are a child. Now run along, its after your bedtime little one.

*Tuns back to jhe*

You do not scare me giant.

[Sighs] Either feth or stop rubbing your swords together, already. It's weird.

*Looks at BC*

And you are? You smell like regret and grief. Stop drinking, it will not solve whatever problems you face.

I'm nobody. [Smiles and finishes drink] And I'm not looking for a solution. I'm looking for a painkiller.
Go back to rubbing blades with the other big sweaty men. [Waves hand]

*Drops sword*

I'm going to kill him.

*looks at Jhe*

Should I kill him?

I'm probably going to kill him, or at least beat the feth out of him.

*Turns to Vanden*

*Walks over to bar*

*Throws a few silver coins to bartender*

Just some mead please.

*Sits on the stool next to BC*

This world confuses me. There is so much different, you are all so much more advanced than me, and there are many beings that I have never dreamt of standing right infront of me...

*Mead arrives*

But there are so many similarities also. You have lost somebody close to you no? You turn to alcohol to drown out the pain. I lost my son, and I did the same. It will not solve anything, nor does it block out the pain well. You must strive to remember the person, not forget them, nor the good that they made you feel.

*Drinks the mead in one gulp*

But I am just a humble Knight several hundred years away from where he should be, so what do I know...

*Waves away Z15*

You may try little one. But you should know when you are biting off more that you can chew.

Grrr...

Wait, I forgot.

What happened on the mission?

*idly raises runebolt cannon and aims it at the back of Vandens leg*

*Throws a few silver coins on the counter again*

Just another mead please.

*Completely oblivious to WK*

[Spins glass around finger] It is not a long term solution.
But it is stopping me from taking my considerable anger out on anyone around me at this moment. [Turns head and looks at Butter Tank]
My sort-of-nephew left his dangerous artefacts unchecked, and one of them killed my fiancé today.

He couldn't have known that would ever happen. But I still can't stop myself from wanting to choke him with his own hands.

*Looks at bar*

It is not odd that you wish that. You blame him for doing something, and yet you do not wish to blame him. I cannot say I blamed anybody for my sons death, but I sure as hell blamed myself, even though I knew I was not the cause of it. I did not know your fiance, nor do I know you, or anybody else in this place, but it will take time to get over her death, and passing on the blame to something more suiting.

*Drinks mead*

*walks over and orders a large ale size of a bucket *

Put it on my tab bar keep. That and a large roast platter.

Knight, you say. So heralric order, what 14th century?

I blame myself, mostly.
A few of the people here think they can revive her, but it doesn't stop this feeling that I'm... Lost. For all my experience and reputation, there was nothing I could have done. So what is the point of me?

[Pulls new bottle from behind bar and nods to barkeeper, who notes it down]

The point of you is to strive to upkeep her ideals. It is what she would've wanted.

*Sips mead and turns to jhe*

Yes. I was fighting warriors from the land of Nihon, and then, I was here. I have no idea how.

*Sips again*

*Turns back toBC*

You must move on. This has completely halted your life, and you must learn to move on. I don't mean now of course, but you must, eventually.

*begins sharpening sword off in the corner of the bar*

[Shakes head] My life was split between caring about her, and my duty to the imperium.
Neither of which I can do any more. [Starts second bottle of whisky]