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07-19-2014, 05:04 PM
At the viking's query about the spark god, you grunt in response, but give no facial expression to indicate whether you are affirming or denying his thought. Perhaps it is because you're not entirely sure. You've got a good mind for strategy, for war, for fighting, but you've never bothered to consider the gods very deeply and now, in your mostly high state, you can't remember if spark and time, or spark and fire, or spark and nothing go together. So you decide to just be silent about the whole affair and let the general make his own assumptions, or figure it out on his own if he's so curious. You're not even that fond of the gods, except that they make you more powerful in your fight against the unworthy wanna-be warriors that try to challenge you. Anyways, he sure asks an awful lot of questions, and you frown as he questions you about the locoweed. What is he, some sort of philosophical warrior, a general fighting for truth and knowledge, instead of power and strength? But at least the stallion's assumptions about the drugs do not come with contempt or ire, disgust or distaste. He makes his assessment matter-of-factly, and you deign yourself to bob your head in affirmation- until he amuses you with you response to your magic. Ah, so it worked. Good to note. The hell did you do to him? Your previous bemused expression turns to one of sheer hilarity and break into a raucous round of laughter, your body rattling about with the force of your grumbling. You stumble to the side, struggling to catch your balance on the icy surface below you. When you finally do, you repeat to him with authority, “Locoweed.” You'd have thought it would have been clear to the fellow who had previously presented himself as a scholar. Ah, but drugs do funny things, don't they? Bored by the familiar scene, your companion sets her sites on the curious creature accompanying the Bloodskald. Morphing into a butterfly, she tries to flit about the griffin's face and body, trying to cajole the thing into a game. It seems miles more fun than any idiocy that is brewing between the two warrior beasts, and any escape from you is a good escape. Oxy |
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Oxy at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.
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