Of Changing Ways
30th of January 2007 A.D.
Monoc Security Offices, Chicago
The sound of distant neighing, echoes without source bouncing off security glass that had never heard the like, hard not to on the twenty seventh floor. The Nameless Warrior had been thorough as he was concise in his account of that had gone on in Hell, the powers he had seen unleashed and the ones held in check. The Old Man almost wondered what would have happened in Arwan's girl had tried to pull souls from the Ebon Road. Experience said it would have gone ill, but experience had grown into a less reliable guide of late, a thing to worry the king and encourage the wanderer. For so very long the fate of the world turned upon the fulcrum of the uncounted multitudes of humankind. The ambitious tried to channel it, the wise sailed atop it.
Gone were the days when heroes could swim seven days and seven nights in the roaring sea and by that feat be judged.
"Art thou that Beowulf with Breca did struggle,
On the wide sea-currents at swimming contended,
Where to humor your pride the ocean ye tried,
'Twas mere follythat actuated youboth to risk yourlives on the ocean.
From vainest vaunting adventured your bodies
In care of the waters? And no one was able
Nor lief nor loth one, in the least to dissuade you
Your difficult voyage; then ye ventured a-swimming,
Where your arms outstretching the streams ye did cover,
The mere-ways measured, mixing and stirring them,
Glided the ocean; angry the waves were,
With the weltering of winter. In the water's possession,
Ye toiled for a seven-night; he at swimming outdid thee,
In strength excelled thee...
Like wind though his hair passed the old verses, in tongues now lost to time's grim passing. Gone were the days of heroes and yet... here before him an account of heroes going down into hell, bearing the fire of hope onto those for those in whom it had burned out. The Wanderer did not judge if souls who had lost their honor or had it torn away deserved it or not, that was not his way but long did he ponder the meaning of the deed looking out over a city made strange. He was starting to wonder if even the Watcher truly knew what he had let loose in the world.
He tapped the phone on his desk, not one of the newer models with all the bells and whistles, but after all this time he could be forgiven for being a mere half-decade: behind the times. "Carlos, I'll be taking that five o clock meeting up here, no need to book a restaurant."
"Sir? Are you certain?" The voice had the touch of Portuguese, though he had never set foot in the country, a man dead in what history recalled as Mariano's Revolt, though Donar preferred the other name for it, Maria's War, officers and ranks, weapons and uniforms weren't the things that made war, warriors fighting and dying for what they held dear to their hearts made war.
"Yes." The old man turned the slender book in his hands. Margret Mikkeldotter had bid the Nameless Warrior share with the text with those he trusted, so as he was serving at Donnar's behest he would share it with him as well. The old man planned to use it to kick Mikaboshi off his knees and onto his belly, to launch raids looking for particular souls kept in his collection, but that wasn't the part that related to his five o clock appointment.
Near the Rifts the Essence of Yomi thickens yet the power of the Kings wanes, for there rest the roots of that which they were set to contain. Jailers they were, though not at first of mortal man.
It recalled the account of the battle in the depths of the twisted city, the abomination they had found there, but also a fragment of a fragment of verse. He had read not so long ago, though when it had been written even the Wanderer could not say.
The Beast of Gold and the Beast of Night were shackled with Jade that is of the Sphere Terestrial beneath the raging sea. The heirs of Ten Thousand Dragons guard the way. Jailers they are, though not of mortal man.
All if it came back to the sea.
Good, the old man knew the sea.
OOC: So you know how Nergui was working for Odin, openly I mean, you hired him though Odin. You can assume Odin is now in posession of as good of a report as Nergui could provide. That was part of his deal.