>>5191763>>5197162The cool, crisp wine brings you back to your senses and reminds you of your mission.
You cry out, "STOP!" Your commanding voice makes the roughhousing einherjar pause mid-battle. As the vikings stare in confusion, you take the opportunity to make amends.
"Gentlemen," you proclaim. "As a fellow member of the Astral Planes, I too understand the desire for an impetus, a force that puts us in motion. The life of a holy spirit such as us is ruled by idleness; our post-mortal essences can only conceive of a purpose with which to strive for. But it cannot come from this! Our dignity, our courtesy, nay, our very <span class="mu-i">pneuma</span> cannot be sullied by the crude violence that has overtaken us on this cold, cruel day."
You lower your head solemnly. "I have made a grave mistake, gentlemen. You may remember the incident in which I micturated upon one of your kind. Gallant einherjar, I beseech thee, forgive my blunder! I meant no harm - you see, I come from a part of the heavens most distant, and in my culture, releasing your bladder upon another is a good luck charm, a sort of blessing for auspicious fortunes. The puddle of fetid liquid before you is the result of a mere <span class="mu-i">faux pas</span>. I beg of you, my peers, forgive my impropriety!"
Now, you deliver the coup de grace, the trenchant dagger into the hearts of these fine men. "Truly, I hope you all see the terrible machinations that have driven us to riot, the dangerous poison that turns men into murderers - the berserking bloodlust that can only come from violence, both receiving and giving. In my heart of hearts, I beg of you - cease this barbarity! In time, we shall all recognize the enormities which this incident has caused us... and I shall pray for our Master Above to have forgiveness upon my soul for instigating this awful development."
The vikings all kind of stare at you weirdly. You're not sure if your poignant speech struck them silent with emotion, or if they just didn't understand half the words you said.
