SpectreT
Knight in Tarnished Armor
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Kyle
"That's the second time I've heard of treachery, and I can certainly understand confusion, and not wanting to be in a sitation you did not ask for. This morning I was a man contemplating his coming honeymoon, and a vacation from righting the world's ills. Frankly, I'm getting too old for this. By afternoon, my beloved had to rescue me from a drow priestess who'd already managed to make a woman out of me. I doubt any of you can imagine what it's like to be stuck in the body of the opposite gender. I don't have a clue where Midnight gets her information from, but she's never steered me wrong. And if *SHE* can't make me her husband again, I'm probably stuck for it.. Maybe The Sage, but He's got other things to worry about, and this doesn't really affect my usefulness, so I'll save my troubles until after we've fixed yours. I have no idea who wronged you so badly that you greet all offers of aid with drawn sword, but I'll see them in the pits of hell for it!" The last of that was loud, and echoed in the hall, along with the dull thud of my fist on the table. A sharp crack, and my fist had splintered a small portion of the Ironwood table. My face was hot, and I knew it was red. I looked at the destroyed portion of table and went white.
"My apologies, lady, for the damage to your table, and the disruption of your supper. The events of the day, it seems, have affected me more greatly than I had thought."
*Great Tyr!* I thought. *I shattered Ironwood! With a fist! I cannot allow myself to truly lose my temper now...*
I shuddered at that thought and left the dining hall.
"That's the second time I've heard of treachery, and I can certainly understand confusion, and not wanting to be in a sitation you did not ask for. This morning I was a man contemplating his coming honeymoon, and a vacation from righting the world's ills. Frankly, I'm getting too old for this. By afternoon, my beloved had to rescue me from a drow priestess who'd already managed to make a woman out of me. I doubt any of you can imagine what it's like to be stuck in the body of the opposite gender. I don't have a clue where Midnight gets her information from, but she's never steered me wrong. And if *SHE* can't make me her husband again, I'm probably stuck for it.. Maybe The Sage, but He's got other things to worry about, and this doesn't really affect my usefulness, so I'll save my troubles until after we've fixed yours. I have no idea who wronged you so badly that you greet all offers of aid with drawn sword, but I'll see them in the pits of hell for it!" The last of that was loud, and echoed in the hall, along with the dull thud of my fist on the table. A sharp crack, and my fist had splintered a small portion of the Ironwood table. My face was hot, and I knew it was red. I looked at the destroyed portion of table and went white.
"My apologies, lady, for the damage to your table, and the disruption of your supper. The events of the day, it seems, have affected me more greatly than I had thought."
*Great Tyr!* I thought. *I shattered Ironwood! With a fist! I cannot allow myself to truly lose my temper now...*
I shuddered at that thought and left the dining hall.