Postby UpRiSeR » Thu Apr 05, 2012 4:44 am
A new day dawned upon this land, drowned in destruction and war for so long that even the ancients struggled to bethink of peaceful times. Our hero, a massive barbarian, the least enlightened in appearance, lie steadily on the grass. Surprisingly, he found himself thinking, contemplating some might even say, the absolute forces governing nature itself. Out of the horizon a fiendishly figure approached hastily. Of small stature but grand wit, his anger swifter than his stride, he stopped before the hero. Alas, it was Ahnselm Morrow.
<Yodanashtu, you fool, what is the meaning of this? Have you not yet learned I am the sole thinker of these lands? Why would you let yourself believe you can ascend to such a rank? This is but waste of time. Not even the gods, the scientists from above, indulge themselves the luxury of resting. Idleness is for the weak and ignorant.>
His reply was prompt, concise, unexpected:
<‘Tis true my friend you are most wise, knower of things, of truths and lies
You contemplate theories so wrought, but to your spite I say, why not?>
