h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*shakes head* local language, i dont know that one *suddenly the caravan lights up as phoniex is holding and ball of ruby fire*

Voice from outside, and a certain pointy-eared babe swings in from the roof.

[Miseri] "Let's hope you don't speak that way in front of your own mother, sweetie."

(Looks at Phoenix)

[Miseri] "Hi."

hi, i dont get it here, it gets more confusing by the minute *phoniex jumps out of the caravan and jumps on too a waiting black stallion* this is sooooooo much better, i hate being an invalid

*Smiles at Miseri.*
[N'kai] I never had the chance. She died in childbirth.

lovely, i never had a mother as she too died in childbirth

[N'kai] how about your Father?

he was too busy running the country to notice he had a daughter. He died about 150 years ago!
But i don't mind, i was raised by my aunt until she died. My cousin is regent until i get back.

[N'kai] Really? And what does this "regent" do?

dont you know? well its someone that rules over a kingdom until the rightful ruler can fufill the duty of the throne

[N'kai] Ah. Evadians call them "King of Arms". Their "King" isn't actually their ruler, he's just minding it until Nuln, their God and True King, returns to them. Foolish sentiment in my opinion.

yes it sounds silly. strange customs

[N'kai] Except that Nuln is real. I was but a boy, but I remember his ascention. It filled my people with a sence of power and majesty... But I do not believe he will return, not unless someone follows him to the heavens, and brings him back to this world...

yes or a insentive brings him down

Meanwhile, Miseri has gotten comfortable in N'kai's wagon, having fluffed up several cushions and helped herself to the fruit basket. In between bites she says:

"You poor - CRUNCH - motherless - CRUNCH - ... people... - CRUNCH- what sort of incentive would it take? Most of 'em in heaven won't descend for nothing less than a virgin sacrifice. - CRUNCH-."

"I'd volunteer, but I'm long disqualified."

*laughs* i just ignore the gods here, my own gods have chosen ones so reguraly come down

[N'kai] Sacrifices serve no purpose than to give priests a job... unless you desire Dark Gods...

*shudder* gods dark ones especially are vengeful but angry dark ones are hard to deal with, i couldnt bring down an angry dark god even at the top of my game

[N'kai] Then you finally admit I am superior?
*N'kai grins at Phoniex. He doesn't seem to look right without a blade in his hand, like a man without an arm or leg; incomplete.*

i never will admit that becuase it istn true

"Wheee!" Voice from above. Miseri had climbed to the roof and now enjoyed the view with a bottle of wine.

"Um, I see something," she commented, between swigs of red. Scanning the distance with Elven eyes:

"It's a caravan under attack!"

This storyline leads to "Liberating the Writ of Llanover, F90653?thread=215110&post=2713026#p2713026"