12-19-2004, 09:57 PM
The winged forces had been dispatched quickly once the realmâs Security Master was aware of the outsiderâs presence. None could hide from his watchful eye. Especially those that would seek to upset the balance that had been built on Midgard. Astride their mythical steeds, the two Asgardian security men eyed Danny, Alex and Barry with an exceptionally critical eye. Lowering his mace into the palm of his hand in the most menacing of ways, the first man raised an eyebrow under the harsh shadow that his helm afforded him. As he contemplated the lie that Iron Fist had come up with, he said nothing. He merely stared at the much smaller man in the most intimidating of ways. The second man, Yarsug, spoke up, âDo ye believe we are as easy to lie to as your fellow Earthly lot? The villageâs privies are clearly marked just there,â the Asgardian pointed to a small wooden sign not far behind them written in Nordic symbols. âSo tell us, what be the true purpose of your presence in Landbystyz?â
With his curiosity piqued, the man whom Logan had questioned followed along a few steps behind the reality tossed hero. Travel was not a common practice on Earth these days, so to find a group that had journeyed across the country side was intriguing. Walking away from the security forces that had just arrived, the inquisitive man continued, âSo my lord, what is it that brings you and your companions to Landsbystyv? We see so few travelers these days that it is something of a treat when newcomers cross our border.â But before he could say anymore, the middle-aged fellow heard the booming Asgardian voice behind him. Suddenly mistrusting of the newcomer and with a look of fear on his face, he started, âWhat have ye done? What could ye have done to alert the Lordâs security forces, and why did ye feel the need to lead them here to our home? Hogun and Yarsug are not called upon for any minor transgression. Ye have brought Asgard down upon Landsbystyv this day.â Turning from Logan with a sense of self preservation about him, the man known as Sigmarr backed away, shouting for the local security forces.
The dark dimension was a gateway of sorts between worlds. It allowed the Cloak access to information and places that were not easily accessible in the outside world. But it was not a place that Cloak held as his own. Others could gain access to the bitter folds of the dark dimension just as easily, and for similar reasons. A fact that he was reminded of as the Security Master used the place to gain information of his own. Realizing that their presence could hinder their mission more than it might help it, Cloak moved to whisk he and his teammate from the cold place and back to the real world. And though the green eyed presence that lingered within the ebony nothingness could observe their presence, he could do nothing to impede their escape. For that he would need more tangible enforcers. With a sound akin to the crack of a leather whip, the Cloak unfurled and placed Franki back into the warmth of the Midgard sun. Once again reunited with their teammate Husk, they were left between two unfolding scenarios. Down the cobblestone street on one side they could just barely make out the majestic winged horses and the security men that questioned their teammates. On the other hand, they could see Logan walking away, suddenly compromised by the fears of one of the local men.
With his curiosity piqued, the man whom Logan had questioned followed along a few steps behind the reality tossed hero. Travel was not a common practice on Earth these days, so to find a group that had journeyed across the country side was intriguing. Walking away from the security forces that had just arrived, the inquisitive man continued, âSo my lord, what is it that brings you and your companions to Landsbystyv? We see so few travelers these days that it is something of a treat when newcomers cross our border.â But before he could say anymore, the middle-aged fellow heard the booming Asgardian voice behind him. Suddenly mistrusting of the newcomer and with a look of fear on his face, he started, âWhat have ye done? What could ye have done to alert the Lordâs security forces, and why did ye feel the need to lead them here to our home? Hogun and Yarsug are not called upon for any minor transgression. Ye have brought Asgard down upon Landsbystyv this day.â Turning from Logan with a sense of self preservation about him, the man known as Sigmarr backed away, shouting for the local security forces.
The dark dimension was a gateway of sorts between worlds. It allowed the Cloak access to information and places that were not easily accessible in the outside world. But it was not a place that Cloak held as his own. Others could gain access to the bitter folds of the dark dimension just as easily, and for similar reasons. A fact that he was reminded of as the Security Master used the place to gain information of his own. Realizing that their presence could hinder their mission more than it might help it, Cloak moved to whisk he and his teammate from the cold place and back to the real world. And though the green eyed presence that lingered within the ebony nothingness could observe their presence, he could do nothing to impede their escape. For that he would need more tangible enforcers. With a sound akin to the crack of a leather whip, the Cloak unfurled and placed Franki back into the warmth of the Midgard sun. Once again reunited with their teammate Husk, they were left between two unfolding scenarios. Down the cobblestone street on one side they could just barely make out the majestic winged horses and the security men that questioned their teammates. On the other hand, they could see Logan walking away, suddenly compromised by the fears of one of the local men.