asgardeventide | video; npc post

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video; npc post - thor

[ He's settled quite comfortably in the corner of one of the city's cozy taverns, broadcasting a little smugly. Melting snow is still crusted on his hat and collar, but his clear glass tankard is already half empty. ]

I've heard more whining about the lights than anything else. 'The travelers will like them,' I heard. 'They're festive,' they said. Tchh. You'd think that most of you were blood sworn against having a little fun downtime between battles in a war.

[ And Thor signs off with a salute of his mug. ]

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[Oh, he thought about demonstrating his noble, august and powerful quirks with their lineage of archery and equine glory. However, he also felt like actually speaking to this one. Yes, he had heard of this one. He had read just enough to know the icon when it appeared.

This one and he, they needed to speak. It was foretold in the annals of time and all that was great and muscular in the world.]

I have little interest in gaudy lights hanging above my personage. Festivities are for peasantry. I believe, however, that I have heard of you.

You are the one called, Thor, yes?

[ His tone is jovial. ]

I'd watch who you call a peasant. And yes, I am Thor.

Eheh, I misspoke slightly. Peasants and those who offer them the festivities. Those are usually nobility, though I am still wrapping my mind around the hegemonies of your particular civilizaton.

I am informed that you are a being of considerable strength. Is this true?

I am not a being of strength. I am the being of strength.

[ He is also a dunderhead and an infallible braggart. ]

Are you now? [Broken, jagged teeth are grinning at you Thor, even if they're not visible over Audio. He sounds unimpressed but pleasant enough in that growly troll way of his.]

Words. Such flimsy, insignificant things. I crave demonstration. You have absconded away with my self into this new stage of our little game. The least you could do is display just a bit of that prodigious might.

Tch. Weren't around for the last battle, were you?

No, I was summoned into your company after the glorious conflagration. I have heard only scant details, far from enough to slack the appetite of an aficionado of all things powerful and mighty.

Then you'll have to hold your horses there, little man.

[ - if only he knew the joke he just accidentally made. ]

Winter just began. I plan on being fat and drunk for the next few weeks- but you'll see your display of power soon enough, I'm sure.

Hahah! Excellent. I will redouble my efforts to bristle with rippling musculature in anticipation of that glorious occasion. My flanks will glisten with the sweat of perspiration!

...

I seem to be getting ahead of myself again.

[The last statement was a bit muffled. Was he toweling off for some reason?]

And it is Troll, not man. I am not of that primitive, weak culture. [However fascinating it was.]

[ . . . ]

I have my drinks to get back to.

Of course of course! I must find something to break!

[And click goes the feed, as if nothing was amiss.]

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