soREnsSTory (Before the storm: 4)

Written by Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe on October 8th, 2009

Now that we were all on the same page, we were unsure of what to do next. The armies of the classes had all come together; the field of Regundor was completely filled to the brim with warriors. I suppose that's not true; there was a rather large section left untouched, as if everyone was leaving the spot so the Urgur could have a place to stand and slaughter.

The nine of us gathered stood in silence; Me, Erik the Noisy, Phil the Conceited, George the Yellow, Omar the Bold, Chia the Mace, Lief the Armless, Gregory the Hairy, and Ilmig the Dwarfish Carpenter. The overriding thought in everyone's mind was this: Where was Olaf?

There was a crackle, and Thor appeared above the field. A large rumble came from the large dam the Carpenters had built, and Poseidon appeared. The two gods regarded each other with disdain, then turned their heads.

"What can we do?" Erik asked.

"We can't do this without Olaf," George said.

"Why not? We vikings have done a lot of stuff without Olaf," Omar growled.

"True, but Olaf is the spirit of all Vikingdom," Lief said solemnly.

"Olaf is the only one who truly embodies all that Vikings stand for," Gregory said.

"I thought that I was the only one who truly embodies all that Vikings stand for," Phil cried. Everyone ignored him.

"I've never met him, but I already feel his influence," IDC moaned.

Chia said nothing; a tear rolled down her cheek. I roused myself.

"Wherever Olaf is, I bet he's trying as hard as he can to reach us," I said. "He'll be here."

A light of determination lit upon everyone's eyes.

A crackling blue light began to emanate from the untouched spot of field.

It was on.

To be continued...