*An hour into the march the group comes upon a standing in the snow. His skin had a blueish tinge to it and there were icicles hanging from his hair. The tatered clothes marked him as a Sith.
The group paused for a second at the sith. The Sith suddenly comes back to life and as quickly as he came back he succumbed to the cold and died again.*
Svafa: Very appropiate punishment.
Idona: Lord Vidar thought so. In another thirty minutes we should reach the red sea, crossing it will be the longest part of our trip.
"Dulce bellum inexpertis."
Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:
"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."