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"I am not the skilled warrior I appear to be. I am a practitioner of magic known to few. A shaman might know of herbs and animals. Some sorcerers possess magic of the elements. My skills are in powers lost and eldritch. My study of ancient lore allows me sense many things which others might...

Such a lovely little tavern you had here... it's such a shame that something had to happen to it... *Clutching his cloak, Loki stands in "shock." Knocking his chair backwards, he steps forward out of "concern." Loki "trips" on the uneven floor. Trying to steady himself, Loki "accidentally"...

Big trouble in little Midgaard... As the deal comes to Loki next, he guides the conversation towards the the cheater's gloves. Noticing a warrior who has been itching to brawl for most of the evening, he incorporates the large man's mildly inebriated aggression into his ploy. Tilting his head...

Sure, pick on the guy with a limp... *Loki places a hand against the nearby keg, vision swimming. He sways for a few seconds, before slowly regaining his balance. He gestures a sign of peace to the bartender, to show he is not attempting to sneak an extra cup. A moment later, he thumps his...

Do not try my patience *Loki smiles through gritted teeth. He speaks quietly, but the low, simmering, anger he has felt since awakening is growing* "I have never asked anyone to sing about me, friend. For me, certainly, but never about me. My true actions speak for themselves. I seek a...

*As Loki raises his tankard with his last swig of ale, he speaks quietly into the upturned cup* "My old bones are aching tonight. Have you heard if any bards have recently been this way? I could use an interesting tale to raise my spirits"

*Loki concentrates briefly, noting which tavern goers emit magical auras, before heading to the bar to order a common ale and a heel of bread* *Once the order arrives, he scans the room again, to determine if anyone has become interested in him. Making his way in the direction of the solitary...

*Loki notes Garith's behavior for later response. Too involved in his own thoughts, he dismisses the issue for now. Gods need not explain themselves to mortals, worshipers or otherwise. The coin would have to keep him happy for now.* *As he makes his way down the mountain side, he...

*Loki pushes himself to his feet with a grim sense of determination* "Now they've taken one of my children... lovely. This smells of temporal nonsense. Will I have to speak with the jævla Norns, to get any useful information? It seems there is work to be done, and there shall be no rest for...

The plot thickens *Loki nods slowly, taking in the information. Gesturing impatiently, he waves the water away* "It may be that I have been framed. I would not put it past a member of the court to do such a thing. It has been done before. And it is easy enough to point the finger at the one...

*Loki sits his aching bones at the table with the old man* "In the other room, you said Father blames me for some affliction. I am supposedly to blame for so many things, one might thing me father of plagues. What affliction in particular is he going on about, now?" ~Was it something I...

*Loki remains grim and silent throughout his response. Aware that his crone disguise has been compromised, but not quite feeling safe enough to walk about as himself, Loki transforms into his standard disguise. Once his skin has settled and finished changing, he follows Garith through the door*...

*after placing the woman on the table, Loki remains silent for a short time, while Garith treats her. Steadying himself from the toll his abilities have taken on him, he finally speaks* "I had thought her claim of punishment by Odin to be the ravings of a madwoman. I am less certain now...

You wouldn't like me when I'm angry... *Loki's voice thunders with the pain and anguish he has felt his entire life, even as his weakening body shakes* "I have little time for pleasantries, and even less for foolishness. You have a patient that requires your aid. I command you to open this...

Your God has arrived After looking around the area, your polymorph ability fails and you return to the form of the old woman with the vine hat. You feel drained, as if forcing the ability to work through your will alone was what made it function, but it tooks it toll. You temporarily have 1...

*staring angrily at the crowd, Loki attempts to lift the woman carefully from the ground. Unable to lift the the frail woman in his crone form, Loki casts caution to the wind, and changes, consequences be damned. His form thickens and grows, his clothing absorbed into his flesh. Shoulders...