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[krumlink]

At that moment, the unconscious man awakes and pushes himself up using the stock of his axe to help himself. As soon as he spots his surroundings, he weakly says:

"Wrong note. Take this"

He pulls out a new note, made with a red tinted paper with gold border.

"It is for Armok and Armok alone. I have traveled many moons to reach this sanctuary."

Blood begins to trickle from his mouth and he passes out, presumably dead.

[inaluct]

Inaluct takes the note, and resisting the temptation to read it, places it in front of Armok. He then grabs a book from the bookshelf and sits down on the couch.

[Armok]

Armok, woken up from the sudden noisy entrance, read the note, his expression becoming graver and graver the more he reads...

((Is the content my decision, or will you PM me the content?))
((Edit: ok, got PM))

"This... is of no importance..."
the note goes up in flames before anyone gets any look at it

((Note: someone is supposed to figure it out anyway :p ))

[inaluct]

"Armok is secretly Loki, shapeshifted into cat-form. The Adamantine-clad figure was trying to warn us of impending Ragnarok. Believing Armok to not be Loki in disguise, the man brought him a note of warning to the other gods. Ironically, Armok, the one the man trusted, was the least trustworthy of us all, and now the note will not be delivered."

Inaluct pauses and glances from side to side.

"I hope I didn't ruin Armok's FENRIR, I AM YOUR FATHER moment."

[deadlycairn]

Suddenly, the Lady flickers. The ashes of what was once the note fly towards her and, in a flash of fire, reform. She glances at the note, and, seeing her vassal's poorly hidden curiosity (He is trying to read it over her shoulder), waves a hand. Before the vassal can react, the note is consumed by fire once again, and the man returns to scowling at the Lady.

((No, I do not want to guess. The Lady just likes screwing with you all ))

[Dragooble]

((may i join or are there too many gods already?))

[Armok]

((This isn't a game, so there is no such thing as "to many" ;P ))

[Dragooble]

as the ashes of the paper floated down one of the logs in the fireplace starts to levitate. a knife materializes next to it and begins to carve the log into a long staff.  then gems gold and platinum nuggets and various other riches materialize to decorate the staff. as the now amazing staff is finished a short humanoid raccoon, which is holding a cup of dice, in a long cloak made of spun gold materializes and takes the staff.

"i hope i didn't miss any excitement!"

[Strife26]

Strife gets up, pockets his book and walks over to the abandoned not, which was blowing periously close to the flames. He looks at it for a while before rolling it up and placing it intohis pocket, it, despite being several inches thick and long, fits easily.

"That such an important document would be found here. I shall return it or find a proper place for it later. You think that I'm flamboyantly named, Ajax? With your name? Come now comrade, at least strife is a common enough word.

Strife's right hand reaches into his pocket, which doesn't bulge.

"It may be a good idea to further familarize ourselves with each other, especially with such troubling developments as this."

As he talks, Strife kneels down next to the armored figure, cheching the pulse with his left hand.

"He's gone . . ."

"Armok, explain."
The words are harsh, Strife clearly is worried.

[Armok]

Armok mumbles from half sleep "what's ya woryn 'baut, i's not like there is any such things as real permanent death in dhis place..."

[Dragooble]

"ahem" the new arrival clears his throat. "i think this is a good time to explain myself." "i am dragooble, god of wealth and chance from the plain of lemons." "i control all the random events in the world. "i uplift the lucky and cut down the unlucky."

Dragooble looks from side to side.

"i also like biscuits does anyone have any?"

[deadlycairn]

After hearing Dragooble's speach, the Lady's vassal looks up
"You sure as hell better not be the guy in charge of random events where I come from, cause I have a few bones to pick with the guy who governs my luck"
"I apologise for my vassal. He has been... unhappy with the way his luck has turned so far. However, if I heard you correctly, you are from the plane of lemons, and thus have nothing to do with him."
The Lady appears to be looking around as she says this, and, interestingly, on close inspection her lips don't actually seem to be moving as she talks.

[Flintus10]

The room is aprupt with noise and it is barely noticable as an armour clad male strides into the room. With his horse hair plume streaking down his Full helmet which seems to protect only darkness and a long flowing black and red cape, he wears what looks to be heavily enchanted armour and carries on his back a large spear and shield on which is a blood red diamond, also of note is a long sword hidden mostly by his cape. However as he suddenly speaks this sudden image of him as a horrible villan breaks. Flint the god of rage has arrived and as long as he keeps calm he cannot be of harm to anyone.

"Mornin' ladies and gents, seems we are all a bit cross don't it?"

[Zerox]

A sudden *Whirr-whirr-clink sound is heard as a strange small machine rolls inside.
*Whirr-chik-chik-chik*
A note suddenly is printed from the machine and is held up by a robotic clamp for everyone to see.
It reads:
I AM ZEROX. I am an auto-aligning photocopier/printer. I posses a keypad in the back for quick and easy writing of notes-UPDATING DRIVERS...
The machine seemingly restarts, and rolls in the direction of Armok.
*Whirr-click-click* The machine prints another note.
"Hello! I am the god of writing and reading!"
"Driver version 1.23.34.66.78.90.68.42b"

[inaluct]

((I feel less alone.))