So Albert Simon wishes to take on the king of the gods, does he? Odin has never been very forgiving of mortal hubris, so it seems he'll simply have to make an example out of the arrogant cardinal. Sadly it's not a task that will take overly much effort on Odin's behalf, Simon's best tricks all fall quite short of the mark when used against a fellow boss, instead of the PCs he's so used to picking on. Meanwhile, Odin's own attacks have no such failing, allowing him to met out Capitol Punishment to his blasphemous opponent with ease. And should Simon manage to put up at least some fight, there is always the threat of the mighty Spiritual Lancer to send the fool straight to Hel.
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Oh, how delightful! It's time for this English styled gentleman to have another outing in the jolly old DL. Or, at least, a gentleman is what he strives to appear to be. Confronted by Albert's posh, well mannered-style of speech and invitation to a cup of tea, Odin will no doubt be nonplussed by this state of affairs. While he's musing on just exactly what he is dealing with, the dark warlock will have whipped up a spell to deal with Odin in a jiffy - perhaps a Revelation of his own godly folly? Or a smashing blow straight to the nose to lay him flat, or even just a Holy Chest to illuminate the result of the battle. And -then- help himself to that nice cup of tea. Crumpet or scone, anyone?
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