Soren's Story

Written by Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe on September 4, 2009



Something happened yesterday that changed how all of Vikings see existance. As it has always been my duty to record the history of whatever is happening around me at that time, I have no choice but to chronicle the happenings.



This was written on September 4th, but will be published online on September 11th, for reasons that I will keep to myself.



It all happened yesterday, Spetember 3rd. The Viking crew of the Bloodhound II were sitting around the mess hall table when we heard a strange knock at the door. Mystified, we sent Omar the Bold to go investigate the knocking. After he had opened the door, we saw the most strange sight.



A figure stood in the doorway, seemingly completely naked, though it was hard to tell if this was true or not, due to the violent, crackling blue light that encircled it's entire body. It hovered a few inches above the floor, and appeared to be looking at us, though no eyes were visible on it's face, along with every single other facial feature. It's hands had no fingers, as far as I could tell, and it's feet seemd to fade away into nothing at the ends. Looking directly at Chieftain Gregory the Hairy, it spoke. No mouth moved, as it had none, but the words seemed to penetrate our ears nonetheless.



"I am a representative of the Urgurian class that was seemingly destroyed by the Ninja class long ago," the figure said. Many of the Vikings that were seated around the table gasped; all knew of the story of the Urgur class. I will not go into a detailed description of their terrible history, but you may research it yourself throughout Olaf's blog; I suggest you start with his short viking history, entitled Classes, Sub-Classes, Wanna-Be Classes, and Glasses.

"Despite your puny, false beliefs," the Urgu continued, "SOME of us Urgur survived. We have lain in wait, waiting for the opportunity to enact our revenge on all who allowed us to be massacred by Ninjas. Though Ninjas shall feel the largest blow, Vikings are no exception to our oncoming wrath. As you have quarreled and fought one another, thinning each other's ranks, we have merely grown. We have also evolved into something much, much more greater than you could have ever imagined. I will demonstrate."

Before anyone could move, two Vikings suddenly gasped. The next thing we knew, they were dead, fallen into the food in an almost comical way. The two vikings were Rasputin the Healer and Lulu the Loud.

"LULU!" Erik cried, stricken beyond all belief. Before any of us could come to anyone's aid, the Urgu continued. "Unlike the treachery and trickery that allowed us to be killed, we shall meet all those who allowed us to die in a fair, open battle in the fields of Regundor. Representatives of my race have been sent to all those who apply." The figure then gave us a sort of awkward salute.

"We will meet you in three day's time," he said. There was a brilliant flash of light.

The Urgu was gone.

To be continued...