Post by The Mighty Mjaeder! on Aug 27, 2012 9:02:23 GMT -5
"Taste my Mighty Might, thou wicked Frost Giant!"
With the speed and force of a thousand thunders, the Mighty war hammer Gloenjir was loosed from the Mighty grip of its Mighty master. The indestructible, rune incrusted masterwork worthy of the son of the Allfather soared through the air, lightning crackling behind it as it impacted with the jaw of an unawares Frost Giant out for a relaxing family picnic. As his jaw snapped nigh off his skull, Bob the Frost Giant fell to the ground with a resounding thud. But that's ok, no one really ever liked Bob anyway.
As it happens, whilst Bob was humming a dainty tune and spooning out pasta salad, nearby ANOTHER group of Frost Giants was preparing for actual ne'erdowellery, and were moments away from sending a well equiped raiding party into one of the many villages of Kasglaed. Noticing Bob crash to the earth like a stone, the Frost Giants (quite incorrectly) assume they have been found out.
"Curses!" sneered the lead Frost Giant, "We have been discovered by the Mighty Mjaeder! Quickly, attack!"
"HAHAHA!" The Mighty Mjaeder! mightily chortled as Gloenjir returned to his mighty grip. He lackadaisically strode over to the profoundly unconscious Bob.
"Thou hast been Mightily vanguished, wicked Frost Giant! Thoust cunning trickery proved no match for the mighty might of the mighty Mjaeder! .. Oh! Pasta Salad!"
As the Mighty Mjaeder! bent for a spoonful of the delicious creation, A Frost Giant battle axe streaked across the sky just where his mighty neck had moments ago been. The Mighty Mjaeder! returned to his feet, his mighty gullet filled with pasta salad, and happened to notice the battle axe embeded into a tree directly in front of him. The Mighty Mjaeder! blinked twice whilst the realization sank into his mighty mind, then spun to face his oncoming adversaries with a mighty grin.
"HAHA! Thou canst not hope to match the mighty might of the Mighty Mjaeder! The battle is rejoined!"
As the first wave of Frost Giants crested a hill and bared down upon him, the Mighty Mjaeder! gave Gloenjir a mighty spin and released the mighty hammer. As it hurtled towards his enemies, the Mighty Mjaeder! took three mighty steps and then made a mighty leap, soaring over the field of battle and landing behind the enemy line.
The Frost Giants at the rear spun to face their freshly relocated adversary, but even the first to turn did so only quickly enough to spin directly into a mighty fist colliding with his massive jaw. He collapsed to the ground as the Mighty Mjaeder! mightily tackled the the next Frost Giant, hauling him off the ground and using him as a bludgeon to beat down dozens of his comrades.
Meanwhile, the mighty hammer Gloenjir struck through the heart of the party, splitting it in twain as it streaked through line after line, mowing over the center Frost Giant in each. The Mighty Mjaeder! had just cleared his immediate area and tossed aside his improvised weapon as Gloenjir rocketed towards him, where he mightily caught the mighty hammer in his mighty grip.
The Mighty Mjaeder! strode mightily into the gap in the Frost Giants' lines produced by Gloenjir, swinging his mighty hammer and laying waste to foes as he went. As the Mighty Mjaeder! neared the middle of their ranks, the Frost Giants closed in around him, totally surrounding our mighty hero. The Mighty Mjaeder! seemed nonplussed by this, merely laughing... mightily!
"HAHAHA! BATTLE!"
Frost Giant after Frost Giant leaped into the fray to engage the Mighty Mjaeder! At first he had no problem mightily matching their onslaught, but soon their mighty numbers took effect, as Frost Giant after Frost Giant was able to to leap upon him, entirely burying the Mighty Mjaeder! under an undulating sea of bodies. For several moments, all that was visibly was the writhing mass of Frost Giants...
"HAHA!"
With a mighty bellow the Mighty Mjaeder! burst free from the Frost Giant horde, scattering them to the 4 winds as he flew mightily into the air, Gloenjir in his mighty hand.
As the Mighty Mjaeder! fell back to the earth, he brought Gloenjir above his head and with a mighty swing brought it down upon the earth in the center of the horde, sending a tidal wave of rippling earth through their ranks, mightily decimating all of his foes.
As the last of his foes fell to the ground, the Mighty Mjaeder! strode through their obliterated ranks. At the edge of the combat, the Mighty Mjaeder! finds himself on the border of the town the Frost Giants had been set to raid... where every last building has been toppled by the earthquake he and Gloenjir produced.
"HAHAHA! Another glorious battle!"
The Mighty Mjaeder! surveyed his mighty handiwork, remaining mightily oblivious to the destruction leveled upon this small patch of Kasglaed.
Meanwhile, perhaps jarred back into consciousness by the force of the earthquake, Bob the Frost Giant stumbled back to his feet. Moaning pitifully, he snapped his jaw back into place, then rubbed his cheek. His pain was nearly unbarable, but it was nothing compared to the mental anquish experienced when he looked down to find his lovingly prepared pasta salad knocked to the ground and trampled upon. Bob fell to his knees.
"No... NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bob's cry of anguish to the heavens caused (or perhaps merely preceded) two things: The Mighty Mjaeder! mightily noticing a Frost Giant still conscious, and a tear in the space time continuum.
Bob, unable to comprehend his fate, was drawn forcefully to his feet by the spiralling energy vortex that had inexpliccably appeared before him. With barely enough time to offer one last mournful glance at his pulverized pasta salad, Bob was sucked into the anomaly and disappeared from sight.
"Thou cannot escape my Might, thoust coward!" The Mighty Mjaeder! shouted after the departed Bob, "Though shalt again feel the might of my mighty might before this day is done!"
With a mighty battle yell, the Mighty Mjaeder! hurled himself into the vortex after Bob, paying no heed to what it was or where it should take him.
With a mighty spurt, the strange vortex disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, removing the Mighty Mjaeder! from Kasglaed(permanently?).
Meanwhile, the human inhabitants of the village began to drag themselves free of the rubble. Looking down at their lost homes, one turned to another.
"The Mighty Mjaeder!?"
He nodded, "The Mighty Mjaeder!."
A collective sigh went out amidst the village denizens.
Elswhere, across time, space, and dimensions, a familiar vortex tore into the sky above Tokyo. Bob the Frost Giant fell from its midst and landed directly in a dumpster. Moments later, the Mighty Mjaeder! flew free from the energy swirl, which promptly closed behind. Streaking across the sky, the Mighty Mjaeder! remained oblivious to his new surroundings.
"Come back and face my mighty might, thou dastardly cur!"
Slowly, the Mighty Mjaeder! came to realize several things.
First, he could see no sign of the Frost Giant.
Second, it was puzzlingly warm. And bright. And sunny. What madness was this?
Third, strange, freakish, branchless, shiny trees of metal and glass pierced the sky all around him, reaching unfathomable heights.
Fourth, there was not a fjord in sight...
Slowing to a stop, the Mighty Mjaeder! looked down to spot countless people moving busily abouts the streets below him. He shouted down mightily.
"People of Kasglaed, it is I, the Mighty Mjaeder! Where in the 9 worlds am I? And where is the wicked Frost Giant I pursue?"
The people stared up at the Mighty Mjaeder! without comprehension. Puzzled by the lack of fealty they demonstrated towards him, the Mighty Mjaeder! flew to the earth amongst them.
As he neared, the Mighty Mjaeder! was mightily vexed by the appearance of these citizens. Their garments were so strange, their hair so dark, and so short, and what was wrong with all of their eyes? He was in for an even greater surprise as he landed and found they barely reached his midsection...
After staring at him in fascination for a few moments, most of the Tokyo-ians returned to their business, fascinated but unable to afford delay. This mightily increased the already mighty vexation of the Mighty Mjaeder!.
"My people, your master speaks! Wherest can I find Asgard?"
No response.
"The Frost Giant?"
Still nothing.
"... battle?"
Nope.
"By Grabthar's Hammer..."
With the speed and force of a thousand thunders, the Mighty war hammer Gloenjir was loosed from the Mighty grip of its Mighty master. The indestructible, rune incrusted masterwork worthy of the son of the Allfather soared through the air, lightning crackling behind it as it impacted with the jaw of an unawares Frost Giant out for a relaxing family picnic. As his jaw snapped nigh off his skull, Bob the Frost Giant fell to the ground with a resounding thud. But that's ok, no one really ever liked Bob anyway.
As it happens, whilst Bob was humming a dainty tune and spooning out pasta salad, nearby ANOTHER group of Frost Giants was preparing for actual ne'erdowellery, and were moments away from sending a well equiped raiding party into one of the many villages of Kasglaed. Noticing Bob crash to the earth like a stone, the Frost Giants (quite incorrectly) assume they have been found out.
"Curses!" sneered the lead Frost Giant, "We have been discovered by the Mighty Mjaeder! Quickly, attack!"
"HAHAHA!" The Mighty Mjaeder! mightily chortled as Gloenjir returned to his mighty grip. He lackadaisically strode over to the profoundly unconscious Bob.
"Thou hast been Mightily vanguished, wicked Frost Giant! Thoust cunning trickery proved no match for the mighty might of the mighty Mjaeder! .. Oh! Pasta Salad!"
As the Mighty Mjaeder! bent for a spoonful of the delicious creation, A Frost Giant battle axe streaked across the sky just where his mighty neck had moments ago been. The Mighty Mjaeder! returned to his feet, his mighty gullet filled with pasta salad, and happened to notice the battle axe embeded into a tree directly in front of him. The Mighty Mjaeder! blinked twice whilst the realization sank into his mighty mind, then spun to face his oncoming adversaries with a mighty grin.
"HAHA! Thou canst not hope to match the mighty might of the Mighty Mjaeder! The battle is rejoined!"
As the first wave of Frost Giants crested a hill and bared down upon him, the Mighty Mjaeder! gave Gloenjir a mighty spin and released the mighty hammer. As it hurtled towards his enemies, the Mighty Mjaeder! took three mighty steps and then made a mighty leap, soaring over the field of battle and landing behind the enemy line.
The Frost Giants at the rear spun to face their freshly relocated adversary, but even the first to turn did so only quickly enough to spin directly into a mighty fist colliding with his massive jaw. He collapsed to the ground as the Mighty Mjaeder! mightily tackled the the next Frost Giant, hauling him off the ground and using him as a bludgeon to beat down dozens of his comrades.
Meanwhile, the mighty hammer Gloenjir struck through the heart of the party, splitting it in twain as it streaked through line after line, mowing over the center Frost Giant in each. The Mighty Mjaeder! had just cleared his immediate area and tossed aside his improvised weapon as Gloenjir rocketed towards him, where he mightily caught the mighty hammer in his mighty grip.
The Mighty Mjaeder! strode mightily into the gap in the Frost Giants' lines produced by Gloenjir, swinging his mighty hammer and laying waste to foes as he went. As the Mighty Mjaeder! neared the middle of their ranks, the Frost Giants closed in around him, totally surrounding our mighty hero. The Mighty Mjaeder! seemed nonplussed by this, merely laughing... mightily!
"HAHAHA! BATTLE!"
Frost Giant after Frost Giant leaped into the fray to engage the Mighty Mjaeder! At first he had no problem mightily matching their onslaught, but soon their mighty numbers took effect, as Frost Giant after Frost Giant was able to to leap upon him, entirely burying the Mighty Mjaeder! under an undulating sea of bodies. For several moments, all that was visibly was the writhing mass of Frost Giants...
"HAHA!"
With a mighty bellow the Mighty Mjaeder! burst free from the Frost Giant horde, scattering them to the 4 winds as he flew mightily into the air, Gloenjir in his mighty hand.
As the Mighty Mjaeder! fell back to the earth, he brought Gloenjir above his head and with a mighty swing brought it down upon the earth in the center of the horde, sending a tidal wave of rippling earth through their ranks, mightily decimating all of his foes.
As the last of his foes fell to the ground, the Mighty Mjaeder! strode through their obliterated ranks. At the edge of the combat, the Mighty Mjaeder! finds himself on the border of the town the Frost Giants had been set to raid... where every last building has been toppled by the earthquake he and Gloenjir produced.
"HAHAHA! Another glorious battle!"
The Mighty Mjaeder! surveyed his mighty handiwork, remaining mightily oblivious to the destruction leveled upon this small patch of Kasglaed.
Meanwhile, perhaps jarred back into consciousness by the force of the earthquake, Bob the Frost Giant stumbled back to his feet. Moaning pitifully, he snapped his jaw back into place, then rubbed his cheek. His pain was nearly unbarable, but it was nothing compared to the mental anquish experienced when he looked down to find his lovingly prepared pasta salad knocked to the ground and trampled upon. Bob fell to his knees.
"No... NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bob's cry of anguish to the heavens caused (or perhaps merely preceded) two things: The Mighty Mjaeder! mightily noticing a Frost Giant still conscious, and a tear in the space time continuum.
Bob, unable to comprehend his fate, was drawn forcefully to his feet by the spiralling energy vortex that had inexpliccably appeared before him. With barely enough time to offer one last mournful glance at his pulverized pasta salad, Bob was sucked into the anomaly and disappeared from sight.
"Thou cannot escape my Might, thoust coward!" The Mighty Mjaeder! shouted after the departed Bob, "Though shalt again feel the might of my mighty might before this day is done!"
With a mighty battle yell, the Mighty Mjaeder! hurled himself into the vortex after Bob, paying no heed to what it was or where it should take him.
With a mighty spurt, the strange vortex disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, removing the Mighty Mjaeder! from Kasglaed(permanently?).
Meanwhile, the human inhabitants of the village began to drag themselves free of the rubble. Looking down at their lost homes, one turned to another.
"The Mighty Mjaeder!?"
He nodded, "The Mighty Mjaeder!."
A collective sigh went out amidst the village denizens.
Elswhere, across time, space, and dimensions, a familiar vortex tore into the sky above Tokyo. Bob the Frost Giant fell from its midst and landed directly in a dumpster. Moments later, the Mighty Mjaeder! flew free from the energy swirl, which promptly closed behind. Streaking across the sky, the Mighty Mjaeder! remained oblivious to his new surroundings.
"Come back and face my mighty might, thou dastardly cur!"
Slowly, the Mighty Mjaeder! came to realize several things.
First, he could see no sign of the Frost Giant.
Second, it was puzzlingly warm. And bright. And sunny. What madness was this?
Third, strange, freakish, branchless, shiny trees of metal and glass pierced the sky all around him, reaching unfathomable heights.
Fourth, there was not a fjord in sight...
Slowing to a stop, the Mighty Mjaeder! looked down to spot countless people moving busily abouts the streets below him. He shouted down mightily.
"People of Kasglaed, it is I, the Mighty Mjaeder! Where in the 9 worlds am I? And where is the wicked Frost Giant I pursue?"
The people stared up at the Mighty Mjaeder! without comprehension. Puzzled by the lack of fealty they demonstrated towards him, the Mighty Mjaeder! flew to the earth amongst them.
As he neared, the Mighty Mjaeder! was mightily vexed by the appearance of these citizens. Their garments were so strange, their hair so dark, and so short, and what was wrong with all of their eyes? He was in for an even greater surprise as he landed and found they barely reached his midsection...
After staring at him in fascination for a few moments, most of the Tokyo-ians returned to their business, fascinated but unable to afford delay. This mightily increased the already mighty vexation of the Mighty Mjaeder!.
"My people, your master speaks! Wherest can I find Asgard?"
No response.
"The Frost Giant?"
Still nothing.
"... battle?"
Nope.
"By Grabthar's Hammer..."
