There comes a point in any story where I get to pause, contemplate the fates of the characters I'm dealing with and, if I'm particularly lucky, I get to rub my hands together and offer a properly evil chortle of glee. I reached that point today in THE SEVEN FORGES.
One of my intrepid heroes (There's more than one, of course, because I do so love a large cast of characters) finally has a chance to get his revenge against a couple of fellows who done him wrong. I've been building to this moment, preparing for it, going over it in my mind and finally, I get to cut loose!
Just in time to go to work. Yep. Halfway through the great carnage I had to come to a halt and head off to the day job. Now I could let a thing like that get me down if I gave it too much thought, or I could simply choose to take advantage of the situation and contemplate the precise nature of the beast for a bit longer at work when it gets a bit quieter.
I suppose it's a good thing my coworkers know what I do for a living or a few of them might have been worried about the far away look in my eyes, or the occasional chuckle, or the look I get on my face while I'm contemplating the possible trajectory of blood splatters.
and as I prepare to delve back into the fray I find myself contemplating something new: Exactly how much damage does a blacksmith's hammer do when it strikes a man across the knee? How about the temple? How many bones get broken before a man begs for mercy?
I suppose it's time to go find out.
I'll be back later.
For now, let the violence begin....heh heh heh.