Hall of Infinite Doors
You say, "I'm lost. Could you tell me where I am?"
The warrior stares at you in wonder. "Well Loste, I don't know how the devil ye made it way out here, but ye are near the base of Yggdrasil."
"Yagdra---what?" you frown.
"The World Tree." the tall warrior eyes you suspiciously. You stumble over, completely astonished, towards the great black beast lying on the ground and you point vaguely towards it.
"And HOW?" you whip around to look at the tall warrior, "Did you do this?"
"Did ye not see? I thrust me sword into its skull, and ripped out its--"
"That's amazing! That's incredible," you stare at the warrior open-mouthed, "I have never seen anyone EVER do something like this! Who ARE you?"
The warrior raises his eyebrows and a proud look comes across his face, "I am Sigord!"
"The mighty slayer of Nidhogg!" A warrior adds and points to the dead dragon, its mouth open and leaking black blood.
"Here here!" The warriors roar, "Drinks all around lads!"
"No." Sigord says grimly. The others look at him, astonished.
"No...drink?" one of them frowns, confused.
"We have no time. We must go forth and slay the Nefilim without delay."
There is much grumbling, but the warriors nod their heads in agreement, sheath their swords, and get ready to leave.
"Wait!" you shout.
The warrior stares at you in wonder. "Well Loste, I don't know how the devil ye made it way out here, but ye are near the base of Yggdrasil."
"Yagdra---what?" you frown.
"The World Tree." the tall warrior eyes you suspiciously. You stumble over, completely astonished, towards the great black beast lying on the ground and you point vaguely towards it.
"And HOW?" you whip around to look at the tall warrior, "Did you do this?"
"Did ye not see? I thrust me sword into its skull, and ripped out its--"
"That's amazing! That's incredible," you stare at the warrior open-mouthed, "I have never seen anyone EVER do something like this! Who ARE you?"
The warrior raises his eyebrows and a proud look comes across his face, "I am Sigord!"
"The mighty slayer of Nidhogg!" A warrior adds and points to the dead dragon, its mouth open and leaking black blood.
"Here here!" The warriors roar, "Drinks all around lads!"
"No." Sigord says grimly. The others look at him, astonished.
"No...drink?" one of them frowns, confused.
"We have no time. We must go forth and slay the Nefilim without delay."
There is much grumbling, but the warriors nod their heads in agreement, sheath their swords, and get ready to leave.
"Wait!" you shout.