Arrivals [Action]

[modern_ancient]

A semi-truck pulled up outside the main entrance of Fort Alhambra. The driver, a powerfully built bearded man, leaned out of the window and peered up at the fort. After a moment, he rolled the window back up and got out, ambling unhurriedly over to the security gate so he could talk to the guard about a visitor's pass or something.

As Unity Group had no scheduled meeting with a fellow named Njall Erlandson, his request for entry took it's sweet time working it's way up the chain of command, but he had no problem waiting. Anyone entering or exiting the base could find him sitting against the wheel of his truck (Now parked safely out of the way of traffic.), with his hands behind his head as he stared at the scattered clouds drifting across the sky, apparently lost in his own thoughts.

[Later, after he presumably was allowed into the RP, ICly, there was a video post!]

Hello, Unity Group. Took a bit of work, but I've gotten signed on as part of your merry band.

Call me Njall.

Comments

[no99]

It's been a couple centuries since we crossed paths. You mentioned that his outlook on the quest had changed.

[modern_ancient]

You could say that. He doesn't want to do it anymore. He just wants to live forever.

[no99]

And what about you? Does the idea of eternal life hold no temptation?

[modern_ancient]

The way I see it, there's one big thing I haven't tried yet, and just about everyone else gets to do it eventually.

Hell, I can't really see you wanting to linger on forever after you finish your mad quest either.

[no99]

Succeed or fail, there's no way I'll live forever. Some day, the endless path of war will catch up with me, or I'll abandon it and die in peace.

[modern_ancient]

This conversation is getting weirdly morbid.

[no99]

If you think I'm morbid, wait until you meet No. 4.

[modern_ancient]

Which one was No. 4? I don't think I've met him.

[no99]

Her. Bleak girl from the British Isles who ascended around the 14th century. Kills everything she touches.

[modern_ancient]

You war gods are an unreasonable lot.

[no99]

I am naught but a mad fool, climbing my way to the top of a mountain of mad fools.

[modern_ancient]

A mountain that grows ever higher by your own bloody work.

But I'd be a fool myself to say I knew nothing of madness. After a while, the effort of not going mad drives you mad. Better not to try.

[no99]

The weight of the centuries is only unbearable if you carry all of it with you. These days, I do everything I can to think nothing of the past or the future.

[modern_ancient]

Probably not a bad policy.