Servant Of Loki

[Urgat Rip-Eye]

Human.


We knows it does not know of us yet. But we have heard much about it. So many stories there are. So many rumours, and legends.

We is looking forward. Looking forward to finishing our training. Looking forward to sneaking to it’s home, and watching it.

Sometimes we sits, at night, and thinks, thinks how good it will be to finally see it in action, to see this legendary grace, and skill, to see it take the lives of those it wishes to leave it’s homeland. “It is poetry in motion…” – that was said about it once… we looks forward to reading it’s poetry… the poetry of death.

We looks forward to this, yes we does, and we looks forward to other things too.

The Urgat, it is like an uncle to the head clan.

It once hurt the Urgat… deeply. Still the Urgat bares the scar upon his throat. We admires the work, make no mistake, the wound is clean, and well delivered, we applaud such professionalism. But we loves the Urgat… and we must Hurt it back for that…

We will come… yes, when our training is finished, we will come.

We looks forward to hunting it in it’s home forest, and we looks forward to hurting it.
Then we will hurt it’s Allies…
Then we will hurt it’s friends…

And then…

It has a wife… or lover… we thinks…

She will hurt the most, Human. She will hurt for long, and a lot… we thinks we will enjoy finding out how human females work inside… they so different from us Kobold Females… we thinks her screams will be fun to hear.

We loves the Urgat.

And it will remember this, when we stands over it, axes in hand. And watches it fade into blackness.

We will find it, Prince of the shadowed Night, and we will bring sorrow to it’s life.

- Bannana Head, Servant Of Loki

 

[Urgat Rip-Eye]

Prologue

Servant of Loki. - Prologue


We does not remember when it was. We does not remember when the call came. But come it did, and obey we must.

No resisting, no reason, no hoping.

We hears only the eternal laughing.

We sees only the cloak of darkness.

And we kills only in the name of the shadowed one.

Sitting we are now, watching them move as we thinks about what to write in our journal. So when we dies and goes to Hel’s breast, the family, it will know why we do, what we do. We watches the unknown ones, they are running… running down from the keep, they runs to help their allies.

I pick one out. We thinks it is thin and young. Even younger than we are. We watches as it trails behind, it’s eyes dart about. We knows it is nervous. It is right to be, already have six of their kind fallen before me.

We wonders why. Why must we end it’s life? Why must our axes find it’s throat?

We can choose not to… can’t we? We can say… “No! We will not kill strangers for no reason other than they are different”

<Sigh> No… we can not. We must do this.

The calling, the bid to join the ranks of the shadows and strike terror into the hearts of the enemies is too strong, we can not, no…dare not resist the Loki’s Will. So we moves.

Mind, body, blades, and shadows… all, they are one. One within us as we follow the young one. We wonders has it family? A lover? What does it enjoy? What does it fear? Will it be missed when it’s cold dead body lies in a pool of red blood?

We does not know, and we never will, it’s allies are busy, it stands alone,

Mind, Body, Blades, and shadow, strike as one…

And then are gone.

- Bannana Head, Servant of Loki

 

[Urgat Rip-Eye]

1

It was clear that the elder was most displeased. Since her disappearance nearly 25 seasons ago, the young female known as Bannana had been high on the council’s list of priorities. The theft of a token of Loki could not go unpunished, and a false claim to the path of shadows was the final straw.

The Head family were known for there arrogance and disobedience, but this time they had gone too far. Not one of them had volunteered information on Bannana’s whereabouts. Since the information could not be forced out of them, the hunt had begun, and Bannana Head was a wanted Kobold.

A great deal of the Elder’s displeasure stemmed from the stream of false sightings and rumours of the wayward female’s location. A report came in, scouts were sent, and they arrived, only to find nothing… or ambiguous testimony from shaky witnesses.

And so yet another gathering had been called, wherein discussion on how to handle the situation had resumed once more.

“The last sighting… it was where?” asked the elder in a somewhat strained tone.
“The last report, it was said the outcast was seen in Muspelhiem, slaying the undying skeletons along side other young Midgardians” offered a young hunter of the Darktyde clan. “But the scouts… we arrived, and there was nothing, only fire and giants”
“Bah!” yelled the elder “The scouts, they will all keep looking, we will ALL keep looking, we wants the Bannana, alive, or dead if need be…”

There was a disturbance behind the circle of kobolds. Walking up the side of the hill was a troll, flanked by several Kobolds. As the group advanced, the gathered council members parted to allow them to walk into the centre of the Skona stone circle

“Wiv due respect Elder… Fer yer sake… it ‘ad best be Alive” Rumbled the troll.

A shocked murmur worked its way around the council. And several of the blueskins drew weapons in anger.

“Who is this troll? To come here, and give orders to kobolds?” asked a voice
“This is the Urgat, of Clan Rip-Eye, Hand of Ymir, and honoured friend to the Head Family” Replied a kobold stood by the side of the troll. “And it is correct… the Bannana, should it be found, will NOT be harmed” It continued “Lest the head family extract payment for the transgression”

With that declaration came a tirade of shouts and threats from the council members, already several were advancing upon the newcomers.

The kobolds by the Troll’s side took up defensive postures, two of them were surrounded by skeletal warriors, the Dread Commanders slowly unsheathed there axes as there grinning fleshless faces glared at the approaching kobolds. Another, watched intently, wisps of green energy playing about its feet and hands, and the others all drew their own weapons. Spear, bow, hammer, axe and shield. The head Family had come in force.

“Please!” asked Urgat, with arms raised “Put weapons away, we came only to make sure little Bannana was not unjustly represented. To give leeway to kill… is wrong, surely you all see this? Whether what is said about her is true or not… a trial is her right, this is according to old Clan law… yes?”

The two sides paused. Tensions were high, and the uneasy stand off could easily explode at any second. Finally the elder sighed and spoke.

“The Urgat is correct. The banana will not be harmed, but it WILL be found, and tried for its crimes”
“This is all we ask… thank you most learned one, we will leave you to your discussions” Answered Urgat.

As the old troll motioned for the Head’s to follow him, he spoke to one of his closest friends. “You think they find her?”
Carrot smiled for a second then answered… “Only if she wants them to Urgie… only if she wants them to”

 

[Urgat Rip-Eye]

2

“Now!” screamed the skald leading the charge. “For Bragi and Midgard!”

The host charged down the hill from the keep. They were met by a wall of steel. Norse, Dwarf, Troll and Kobold flung themselves at the besieging forces of Albion. The rhythmic thumping of Onager counterweights dropping signalled the Siege weapon bombardment was also underway.

Bannana Edged forwards slowly, careful to keep to her concealment. She looked to her right; she was level with the front line of Albions. Several of her comrades, along with her had started to move minutes before the charge had been announced. Their targets were the healers and mages behind the plate steel front line of the Albion force. She cut diagonally towards them now. Making mental notes on which of the humans were doing what.

The blockade had to be broken, there were more of them besieging the Keep on the central island, and the Midgardians there needed help, something they could not get as long as reinforcements were trapped in the portal keep by this army.

A flicker of movement caught Bannana’s eye, she spun left only to find a grinning Kobold staring at her.

“The Zap… it must not do this! We nearly soils our armour!” She whispered.
“Heh… sorry Ban… seems we had the same idea… no?” replied Zap, a fellow shadowblade.
“It seems so… There… the healer… ‘Clerics’ the humans call them… we hits it together… come”

The two moved towards the target. A tall Human dressed in Chain armour of some sort. Periodically he wove magic about him, healing the wounded, and even occasionally bringing the near dead back from the edge. He was stood amongst a moderately sized group of Enemies. It would be difficult, but not impossible to get to him. A combined strike was the best idea… hanging round to finish of a target was out of the question… precision and speed was required in this situation.

“It is ready?” Whispered Bannana
“Yes” came the simply reply

The two assassins edged forwards, weaving a path through sitting and moving humans… closer, and closer. The cleric was in the middle of casting when it happened.

“Now” she whispered

Bannana burst from her concealment, her hands reaching for her axes. Smoothly they were drawn, the motion used to pull them free was turned into a strike, and both bit deep into the throat of the cleric. At the same time, Zap launched himself forwards, his great sword plunging deep into the hole made by Bannana.

Bannana hadn’t even paused to check her work… she had continued her pounce past the Cleric and was now sprinting away as fast as her legs could carry her. The pounding of feet just behind her told her Zap had done the same. Her heart was racing… she needed to calm herself… stop the adrenalin, and focus again. Focus on the shadows… focus on Loki’s cold embrace.

Not even she could explain it. And she walked the path. How could one ‘hide’ in plain sight of someone? How could one simply disappear into thin air whilst being watched? In truth she wasn’t sure how it worked. What she did know, was that she needed to concentrate. By thinking about the shadow lord, she could focus, and draw the darkness to her and cover herself in a blanket of shadows that confused others into believing she was not there. Loki’s will ensured they saw nothing where something was. But it was impossible to focus enough whilst in combat, or just after, when emotions were running high. Bannana glanced behind as she sprinted… she was being chased, and they were gaining. The stalled reactions of the gathered Albions were being made up for by one of their accursed drum playing minstrels. She breathed deeply and closed her eyes as she ran.

“Loki Take Us”
“Loki Take us”
“Loki Take us”

She whispered to herself over and over. Blocking the image of being caught, she concentrated, felt the shadows close, and then finally felt the Shadow lord’s embrace.

The young Shadowblade let her breath out slowly, and changed direction, a right angle to her previous trajectory. Although Loki’s magic clouded other’s minds, very close proximity of another was often enough to allow them to see through the shadow, best to move away.

Zap was not to be seen, good, he had recovered the shadows too.

Bannana smiled, and turned back towards the Albion support, she was sure Zap would do the same.

“This was gong to be messy.” She thought to herself as she re-applied poison to her weapons.

 

[Urgat Rip-Eye]

3

The chirping of crickets seemed louder than ever. Bannana sat on the roof of the central keep’s main tower, and, even at this height she could hear the coir of insects below singing their song to the night sky.

Thidranki. One of the other realms, formed from shards of oblivion that fell from Hiemdal’s bridge after mighty Thor stepped onto it. It was always warm here, Thidranki faste was a different world compared to the keeps back in Midgard. Bannana liked it here, the pleasant nights gave her space to think, a comfortable refuge in which to rest, and ponder the day’s fighting.

Today had been tough, the humans had poured from their portal keep like water, an endless tide of steel and elemental magic. They had been lucky to hold onto the Faste in truth. The little Shadowblade sighed as unknown faces stared back at her mind’s eye, most of them with a look of surprise and pain.

She did as she always did when those she had murdered haunted her. Reaching into her pack, she pulled out the folded parchment. Gently she opened the delicate document, and smiled as the familiar image unfurled.

A simple sketch, an eyewitness drawing of him, the only one that mattered.

Shaeffer Cernunnos

The human assassin, prince of the shadowed night, and alleged guardian of the place called Forest Sauvage in Albion.

She smiled as she traced a finger down the rough ink lines. She could have done it with her eyes closed; she knew every curve, every smudge, and every line of the portrait.

How she longed to touch his face for real… to run her fingertip over his human lips and feel his breath on her face. What joy would it bring to stand in the presence of this legend? It was her right, her destiny, and her only desire.

Her mind jumped back to when she had first heard of him, From Urgat, after he had faced him, and lost in Hadrian’s wall. A simple vow to avenge had turned into so much more. It was now her life’s purpose, to meet this elusive killer, to meet him and worship him, then stand over him, and turn his life upside down.

“One day, Human” she mused “One day…”

 

[old.Tyraette]

Impassively, Shaeffer read through the note again. The words, almost memorized now, trickled through his mind like a mountain stream, before turning to ice and burrowing down his neck and spine. Days had been spent, poring over it, trying to find some clue as to the promised threat. Yet like the shadows the writer spoke of, answers remained elusive.

Again, he read it through, hoping rather than believing that some piece of the puzzle will fall into place. Familiar sentences leapt from the page, revealing snippets of information about the writers identity. The language used, crude and littered with discrepancies. Did it speak of one or more than one assassin?

Roaming further down, he cast his mind back, trying to remember the Urgat of whom the writer spoke. He remembered a battle in Hadrians Wall once, remembered flinging a blade at a Troll whilst trying to make his escape. Could this be the Urgat? There were not many that he had slain in the throat, or at least wounded. It was not his style. Would be a link worth checking however, in time.

As it did everytime he reached this part of the note, his blood froze in his veins, as genuine fear touched him lightly with its embrace. 'It has a wife...or lover, we thinks' Just the mere thought of anyone laying a finger on Treeloe was enough to make him weak at the knees. If anything should happen to her, it would be his responsibility and his alone. For years, his life had been on the line for Albion. The risk of pain and death was one that had followed him throughout. He was at peace with himself, knew and believed in his own skills. But whilst he had accepted that one day he may find someone more skilled than he, and die a warriors death..the thought of failing Treeloe was more than he could bear.

'They are so different from us kobold females' Was the writer female also? In other times, the thought wouldve provoked laughter, but...was it possible that some kobold woman was infatuated with him? Certainly from the letter she seemed to have nothing on her mind other than causing him pain. Females of any race are usually more dangerous than the males, but this one seemed obsessed.

Mulling over this, Shaeffers thoughts drifted back through memory. It was not the first time he’d been threatened, of course. Many were those who had sought to kill him in battle. But this one…this one seemed personal, a little closer to home.

Home.

Suddenly his heart leapt into his mouth. No kobold would be stupid enough to try and come to Albion….would they? Disguise is a merry thing for a norse, a skilled one may be able to pull it off, but a kobold?

Hastily, Shaeffer reread the note yet again, trying to detect a hint of personality, some clue as to the writers intentions. ‘Looking forward to sneaking to its home and watching it.’ Before, he’d assumed the writer meant Sauvage..but now, now fear flowed freely down his veins. If anyone ever thought of harming Treeloe, it would take more than an army to prevent him from what he would do.

Hastily, he began to scribble a note to Shanaia, a long standing scout friend. If some maverick kobold ever came remotely close to his home, she be the best person to track its movements.

Glancing up at a map of the Albion Frontiers, Shaeffer grimaced. Albion would have to wait. His Loyalty lay at home.

 

[Urgat Rip-Eye]

4

The flash blinded him and the wrench almost made him sick. When he opened his eyes again, things were different. There was warmth in the air.

“We is definitely not in Midgard anymore then…” he whispered to himself.
“Albs on the main road… about one full group” someone shouted.

Cauli looked at the gates. Did he really want to do this? No… did he have to? Yes unfortunately. Taking a deep breath he walked forwards and pushed the gates of the portal keep open.

Thidranki spread out into the distance before him. The steep hill down from the keep was populated by midgardians all preparing for the upcoming fighting. Healers, shamans, runemasters and thanes called upon their patron’s blessings as groups formed and tactics were discussed.

Cauliflower wasn’t going with them. He had decided before hand, that going alone was a better idea, all he needed to do was reach the main keep and deliver the letter. And travelling amongst a large force that was bound to draw attention to its self was probably a bad idea.

The young kobold waited until the main force had set out, and then headed round the back of the keep to run along side the river shore towards the central keep, out of sight of the main road.

Cauli began to run, and then he began to chant. The magic of Bragi flowed through him, carrying his steps and speeding his movement supernaturally. Like the wind he flew along the bank, and like a brick hitting a wall he stopped when the arrow hit.

Stumbling forwards he barely kept on his feet, having the speed chant brought to an abrupt end had thrown him off balance. Another arrow hit, glancing through the chain armour on his leg. He grimaced as he scanned around… there… a Lurikeen, there was no running, not even he could outrun arrows… another one of which the ranger was already drawing. The little skald jump forwards towards his attacker, roaring as he did so. Bragi’s will carried through the shout and the lurikeen reeled backwards, his aim spoilt. He turned to run, but was still dazed and moved too slowly to make any real headway.

Closer now, and again Cauli roared. The battle cry of rang out and once more Bragi’s will flowed through the sound. The Rangers eardrums burst, and blood started to trickle through his nose. The pain cleared its mind and it begun to move quickly again but cauli was too close.

“STOP!” he commanded. And for the third time Bragi’s will was made tangible.

The lurikeen froze… overwhelmed by the will of a god, it could do nothing except stand mesmerised by the power of the lord of songs.

Cauli walked up close and positioned himself by the side of the Hibernian. He cleared his throat in preparation to invoke Bragi’s wrath once more. Slowly he drew his sword, and with a vengeful glare, set his stance for the series of attacks that his instructor had taught him.

“The northern Lights” was the nickname given to this particular style of sword swing. Closely followed by “The Aurora”

Difficult to time and even more difficult to position ones self correctly to hit the required mark, the combination caused massive trauma to the victim… both incapacitating weapon arms, and damaging the legs to prevent fleeing.

However… with Bragi’s mesmerizing shout… all too easy for a skald to set up.

The two handed dwarvern made sword swung in a great arc. At the same time, Cauliflower once more roared out the Battle cry of Bragi.

Freed from the mesmerising effect, the lurikeen tried to fight back, but it was hopelessly overmatched up close.

It had picked the wrong target to snipe at.

The fight was over fairly quickly, but the arrows had left their mark, Cauli sat and chanted the song of rest. Bragi would aid him regain his strength. As he closed his eyes and relaxed he was sprayed with some kind of liquid.

His eyes darted open in time to see a Saracen topple forwards in front of him. Behind it, greatsword in hand, was a kobold female.

“The Cauli… it should know not to sit when there is risk about” she said, sternly.
“We love it too… Bannana” came the dejected and resigned reply.

 

[Urgat Rip-Eye]

5


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"Bannana"

You Have something I need…
Think about what you desire… in your heart of hearts.

I can make it happen "Bannana"… for a price.

I will be at Agirhiem docks, everyday at midday, for one week following the delivery of this letter to the mead house.

I await your arrival.

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“And this was left with barkeep… to be given to the Cauliflower?” asked a somewhat puzzled Bannana.
“Yes… We collects it yesterday, and brings it straight here to it” came the reply, equally puzzeled. “It has ideas of who this could be?” cauliflower continued.
“No, we does not… but we intends to find out!” Bannana exclaimed.

Already the young shadowblade was standing up, and folding the letter.

“We will leave tomorrow… it stays here or comes with us?”
“We stays for a while… our battle with the lurikeen has made us thirsty for more we thinks. We kills a few invaders before we goes back to training.

Bannan grinned “Heh… We hopes it has fun…” With that, she turned to leave for Midgard.

“It takes care… sister” Called Cauli, but the shadowblade was already fading from view.

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OOC Note... the last two posts were inspired by an unforseen occurence actually in game as i was playing Cauliflower...

Someone... (i think i know who... but will remain nameless for now) contaced me in character with an obvious view to a RP encounter.

It turned out to be fun.. and so it gets into the story.

Thankyou... you know who you are... it's exactly the kind of responce i was looking for.

There will be more meetings between us i think...

Next chapter has the ensuing in character conversation between the mysterious message sender... and the heroine.

 

[Shanaia]

Shanaia feels a cold shiver running down her spine. She looks up and sighs. Let the fire die... again. With a well aimed trow she gives the small fire new food and shortly observes the flames grasping the still wet log. Secretly Shanaia loved the colder seasons if only for the fires they bring with them.

It was quiet in the AlNasrabadhi house in Camelot. Shanaia's brother Gorlick and her cousin Stryfex were both fast asleep for hours now. But not Shanaia. Normally she'd sleep like a baby and even more so if the house was cold and her bed warm. But tonight sleep hadn't occured to her yet.

Shanaia lays down the map she was studying and walks to the window. The only window in this room overlooking the entrance to the Guild of Shadows. They sometimes made fun of the only Guild that seems to have more traffic by nighttime then during the day. But now Shanaia's eye was drawn to a familiar figure.

"Heh what he's doing here" - Shanaia whispers to herself as she walks to the door. The moment she wants to open the door a piece of paper slips under it. Surprised for a moment she stares at the note and then opens the door anyway. "I should have known" - she says smiling while looking at the deserted street in front of her.

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Shanaia,

Can't go into details.

Please keep an eye on Treeloe.

Off course she doesn't need to know you are.

Love,

Shaeffer
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Shanaia looks concerned. She knows she doesn't need to know more. If Shaeffer thought she needs to keep an eye on Treeloe... she does. Sometimes life is simple. "Just wish he'd come in for a hug every once in a while."

 

[Urgat Rip-Eye]

6

The new port of Agirhiem was bustling. Since the new lands had been discovered, and the Valkyn had joined the ranks of Midgard’s warriors many heroes and adventurers had move into almost permanent residence in the unofficial second capital of Midgard. Bannana made her way to the docks slowly… careful to avoid the busiest routes. Any sighting of her by interested parties would make things even more difficult than they already were. It was almost noon, and the docks were in sight.

A simple wooden construction really the docks were a wooden network of platforms snaking out over the clear water Beside Agirhiem. At the far end was a figure. Bannana set herself and moved along, still careful to keep Loki’s embrace about her, no point in showing herself until she was sure it was safe.

As she closed the distance, the figure became clearer, a Norseman, rough leather armour and a scarcely serviceable bronze weapon. By the look of him… he hadn’t even walked his chosen path yet, a simple rogue, no threat at all.

“Speak” whispered Bannana from the embrace. The Norseman turned round, somewhat unfazed which seemed strange to the Shadowblade… not even a hint of surprise.
“Close your minds eye my friend. What is it you see? What is it that lingers on the back of your mind, like an itch you cannot scratch?" he answered softly. Bannana let a slight chuckle out "If it knows, we need not say... if it doesn't it has
Nothing to offer us"
"Cernunnos" came the slow whisper back
"Hmmm… Why do we need it, norseman?" asked the now intrigued kobold "We knows where our love resides, And only time keeps us from him. Perhaps the question should be… what does IT desire?"

The stranger thought for a second… "You have a trinket. A mere bauble to be sure. They say you stole it. It matters not. Either way, that is my price for scratching your itch. You think yourself so mighty already that you can defeat him? I have heard you are good, my friend. But you may not be that good" the last sentence was followed by a slight chuckle "But in any event you don’t want to just kill him, do you. Oh no,
That would be too short wouldn’t it"

Bannana considered this human in front of her. He was young, or at least he looked young. No threat to her at all. Slowly she let the embrace fall away. Let the shadows stop clouding his mind, and let him look at her as she stood in front of him. Tilting her head, she looked him up and down, unimpressed. If he had been surprised by her sudden appearance, once again, he showed no sign, remaining impassive, staring at her.

Sitting down and leaning back, she answered… "Once again... only time and training keeps us from making him ours"
"Perhaps" was the simple statement in return "But let us assume for a moment that you do possess the skills for the Prince. What is it you really want? His death? No. You
Desire his pain"
"What do you know of our desires... hmmm?" Bannana asked sarcastically "we thinks it hides behind a false sense of mystery. It will drop the cloak and dagger routine, we has no time for games" She looked him square in the eye "you want the token... why? Why can it not receive it's own from the house of Loki?"

The Norseman’s face broke into a thin smile. "I know enough. Skilled you may be. But there are others with the cloak of shadows. Perhaps the mystery is false. Indeed, it
may well be. You may disbelieve it, but you have been watched. Almost from the day you stole what I desire"

This human was starting to irk her now. In a fit of anger she stood back up

“We did NOT steal it"” she shouted “It was given to us!" the young kobold regained her composure and slowly sat back down whilst he smiled at hitting a soft spot. "It would not understand"
"Perhaps"
"Why does it desire my token... when the house of Loki gives them to those chosen to walk the path of shadow anyway? Unless..." Bannana Smiled, as something dawned on her… perhaps this human was in the same situation she had been… "it is not meant to walk the path..."
"My own interests in the trinket are not your concern. Like how your private fascination with Cernunnos is not my concern. It is of no interest to me. I am interested in what I desire, and no more. You should be interested in what you desire"
She smiled back in return… "So speak, what can it offer us?"
"You will train, and you will hunt the Prince. But how much do you know of him? Do you know wherein his strength lies And more of interest, of where his weakness lies?"
"Loki will guide us" the kobold answered still smiling. "The gothis may not have chosen this path for us... but the Loki did”
"Loki will guide you to your death if you seek him as he is"
"It is WRONG"
Once more she stood up in anger. How dare he challenge a message from Loki himself!
"The Loki himself chose his path for us... not the gothis... not the clan... not the elders...HE decided our path... HE told us where to go, what to do... and HE ensures we will meet our destiny"

She paced back and forth… the tirade streaming from her mouth like a fountain.

"To do what though? Your task may be just to find him, who said it was to be you that would cut him down? "

She shook her head vigorously as she paced… almost manically "He heard us! He answered us!"
"Perhaps Loki has also worked through me. Perhaps I am the method that leads to your task?" the Norseman asked slowly. But she wasn’t really listening now… she was justifying… explaining… to herself as well as to him…

"The Bannana... it will follow Odin they said..." she rambled "It was not right... it did not feel good...how would a runemaster make the prince her own? No... No..." She shook her head slowly "He made sure we received the token. The old one was finished... he asked for final release"
Realization dawned on the Norseman "And I suppose you were the one to give it him"
“He GAVE us the token... told us it was a gift from Loki... that it no longer needed it, and that the Loki had heard us... and wanted us as his... that it would give us what we need..." she paused for breath.

"One shadowblade dies..." she whispered, and paused… "And one is born" she finished. Finally calming herself.


The Norseman Snapped… “It was MEANT to have been mine. It SHOULD
have been mine" he exclaimed in rage. All trace of the calmness gone
“IT… IS… MINE!” screamed Bannana in reply. "LOKI TAKE US!" she commanded, still screaming

The shadowy embrace closed in around her, immediately she felt safe. Reaching for the token she clasped it in one hand as she moved to the side.

Realizing what had happened, he called out in desperation…"You want Cernunnos. I can arrange for his screams to ring out long before you ever will!"
He lowered his voice somewhat and continued "Think about it Bannana. What does your heart desire? His death? Or his Pain?"

Slowly she moved next to him and whispered in his ear… “No... he is ours norseman... we will deal with him ourself... and it will find its own token...”

He waited for more… but the only sound left was that of the water lapping at the wooden dock of Agirhiem "Then you are a fool. You desire his pain, you
Will either kill him or he will kill you. There is no other way" he sighed, placing his hands on his hips. He started to walk away, but something drew his attention to the ground by his side. Slowly he bent down to pick it up.

It was a Small locket. Inside was a tiny note. It simply said…

“We will meet again”

The Norseman smiled to himself.

"I look forward to it Bannana, I look forward to it..."


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**OOC thankyou to Kjamis (whoever you may be <slight smile>) it was very enjoyable. I'm looking forward to more...***