by BartholomewThePious » Thu Jul 18, 2013 11:46 pm
I made a friend in Brodgar recently. His name is Gia. He however as vivid in imagination as his prowess, fell short on strength to take on Aurochs wrangling.
"Alas, poor Gia! I knew him, Bartholio."
I had no screenshot available, the devestation I haven't witnessed was too much for me. I am to camp his body soon for his skull. May the Birch and Yew Lords bless this poor soul, as he transcends into a well-deserved rest in Asgard, as I believe in Norse mythology somewhat, he deserves to be up there. Midgard is no longer Gia's home, but the home of his son! Son of Gia now inherits his pali-estate happily, living to carry on Gia's traditions even though he is subject to change (Aurochs? ye gotta be kiddin me! A dwarf would be reluctant to fight one early on!) Ah well such is life. C'est la vie!
So that's my light role play, no pics but some of my vivid imagination flowing through. I had to tell this story one way or another. Gia? feel free to add any screenshots. and I hope you hold on to your father's skull for as long as ye can! Study it so it will be remembered forever in your mind, even as it is stashed away. Or keep it as a memento, choice is strictly yours alone. Give me yer thoughts fellow Brodgarians!
P.S. Zulban Chivay was here at the sight of the aurochs stampede gone wrong too. Tis was a tragedy suffered by all the witnesses. We will all remember this whoever was there. *Sobs silently*