[A cursed treasure Scorned by the skies themselves. In its presence, your body cannot be adorned by armor, and your hands cannot be graced by weapons. The Madness is relentless and its fury Scorns the world in return]
The wind was a bit chilly up here in the Appalachians, so he had dressed appropriately. Oddly enough, the air wasn't as brisk as he was expecting, and it felt more like spring.
The world just felt… boring to him. Sometimes, he wished he was a religious person just so that he could feel assured that something bigger was waiting out there.
"He's a board-certified diagnostician with a double specialty in infectious disease and nephrology. His name is Dr Gregory House, and he's in town for a seminar."
"My name is Gandalf; I've come from a long distance. I need to recuperate and eat right away. And, yes, this bag is for you if you let me in and find me a comfortable place to sleep and eat for a while."
"Arnie.." James finally said, letting out a sigh, "Take a look around, and tell me what you see." He gestured with his head for him to take a look around.
Both of them had their thumbs in their palms, with the rest of their fingers covering them to make fists, and the clear fear in their eyes only made it funnier.
A cute little boar as big as an adult's hand comes out of the egg, the little boar has red fur. The boar comes out of the fire without being hurt from it and he comes towards Alex. It looks at him and starts to rub itself on his leg...