NationStates Jolt Archive


In the realm of ice and snow... ((Introduction))

05-11-2003, 09:44
OOC: Yes, I know the name is spelt wrong. However, for some reason I was unable to use Lord Loki, Loki, or Lord of Chaos.

I'm not happy.

This nation is the puppet of another, very active one. A cookie for the man who guesses who.

Anyway, this larger nation will not be involved in any way with this one, so it's a moot point.

IC:

The snow blew down from on high. The figure looked up. He had often wondered where it came from. Still, when one is a Norse God, one must put up with these things. He walked forward, and looked out from a clifftop over his Domain.

"Pretty sad piece of work, this." He said, shaking his head. Loki smiled as he saw a bird fly by. "Ah, a sparrow. Innocent, sweet, charming..." a snap of fingers and an ice spear impaled it, "dead."

The image moves forward. What had seemed to be a peaceful town was instead one of trolls and evil men, where men of goodness hid or became slaves. Dramatic music came from somewhere. Loki lifted into the air. "This is mine, and soon all of Midgard and Asgard, both, will be mine too!" He cackled.
Rotovia
05-11-2003, 09:54
OOC: Sorry to interupt your little sim here, but this was bugging me. You made a common gramatic mistake. The word moot means to debate, not to cease debate. But then again I tend to stick to words original meanings. Anyway, sim on, sounds like this will be fun to watch.
imported_The Opressive Church
05-11-2003, 09:57
OOC: What about if the first one who guesses right is a woman? What then!?
05-11-2003, 10:02
OOC: Um... ToC, then I give her a cookie. Any guesses?

IC: Loki strode forward into the town itself. "Summon the council. We have a war to plan." He paused. The music swelled to a pulse. His eyes narrowed and he snapped his fingers. The music is suddenly cut off.

"Much better." Loki snarled as he strode past two slave children playing in the snow. They looked up and ran away as he passed.
06-11-2003, 10:31
OOC: No moderators.

IC:

The council for war had convened already when Loki entered the room. "Hail to you, brethren, beloved allies."

"Hail to you, master, God." The trolls and Dark Elves said.

"When shall our armies be ready to march on Asgard?"

"Soon... they are weak, Ragnarok has damaged them, while we escaped almost unscathed."