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Date Posted: 10:32:40 03/31/04 Wed
Author: Ragnorak
Subject: The search begins
In reply to: Ragnorak 's message, "Minions: The Weedorions View" on 10:40:15 09/22/03 Mon

Ragnorak had to search for a man known as the Gay Eskimo. It had been two days after Maroomas� wedding which was strange to Ragnorak. He expected the Weedorions to have a blast of energy in the Wedding and a lot of alcohol shared about, like his birthday was, but instead all Weedorions stayed calm and seemed like blissful creatures. Towards the end of the wedding there was dancing to celebrate the newly created family. It was the first time Ragnorak had ever publicly danced. In his mind it went fairly well, he danced with a couple of bridesmaids and Faith. He even had to dance with Marooma while everyone watched since dancing with the King was seen as an exceptionally rare and graceful thing to happen. Memorizing the brilliant day Ragnorak was interrupted by Bashwatles who looked as firm as ever.
�Sir, I need not mean to sound harsh or�instructive but you should listen to what is being said, it may help you if there is any trouble.� Said Bashwatles being very careful with his words so he wouldn�t upset the King.
Ragnorak gave a heavy sigh and agreed to listen. Bashwatles and other commanders were giving Ragnorak much advice, for him, to much advice. Rag and the commanders were all placed in the main barracks of the city. It was a fair way away from Ragnoraks home and he was tired, he had traveled by foot for some miles and now he had to listen to a group of Weedorions going on about the swamps and how treacherous they are.
�Are you sure we can trust him?� Asked a Weedorion.
Ragnorak looked up from the wooden table and persuaded the other Weedorions that the gay eskimo was a trustworthy man.
�Yes, we can trust him, it was him who calmed me down when I first entered this body and he has never once been in-correct about his word. He is a true ally from my point of view.� With that settled the Weedorions agreed to let Ragnorak venture out into the swamps to find his friend, the gay eskimo.
Ragnorak wanted to set off that afternoon to get a quick start in finding the eskimo. He packed his bag (which would be carried by a Weedorion) at his own home with Faith there to help him. Mayi was also in Ragnorak�s house since she rarely left Faith alone. She was happily sat looking around Ragnorak�s bedroom which was full of golden objects. Urns, relics, jewelry, pendants and statues were placed all about his bedroom. They glinted sharply in the sun-set light making them seem more orange and rich than their true form.
�Right, have you got a coat incase it gets cold?� Asked Faith with a stressful tone.
�A coat? Were in the middle of Australia Faith, why would I need one? Plus I have a robe to keep me warm.� Answered Ragnorak trying not to laugh at Faiths question.
�Just take one! You never know, it might, err what did you call it? It might �snow�.� Replied Faith getting angrier with her King. For the past thirty minutes she had been struggling to make Ragnorak pack anything, if it was up to him he would take bottles of vodka and a sword and that�s it. Weedorions have never seen snow, or for those who have were to young to remember what it is like. Ragnorak loved the snow, he wanted it to snow all the time but he knew it wouldn�t happen in Australia.
Rag burst out laughing at Faith. Faith�s eye seemed to set alight inside, that was it; Ragnorak had angered her enough now and chucked one of Ragnorak�s tops on the hard wooden floor. The Weedorion King instantly restrained himself from laughing at returned to a normal facial expression.
�Look, if you don�t want me to help you pack your stuff then just say! I should be teaching Mayi, but no, I thought it would be nice for her to say bye before you go, but now I think it was a bad idea!� Screamed Faith at Ragnorak. Mayi quickly turned round on the spot and shuffled over to her mothers body and hugged her tight, as if hiding herself from Rag. He was a pale red in the face, embarrassed and regretful he struggled for words to come out of his mouth.
�Er, I�m sorry Faith, I didn�t mean to hurt you, I�just laughed, I couldn�t help it, I didn�t know it would hurt you,� Rambled on Ragnorak in a soft tone, �C�mon, please forgive me.� Faith hesitated and slumped her shoulders and forgave her friend.

Many Weedorions waved good bye to Ragnorak as he set off with three over Weedorions accompanying him. Some seemed fairly upset to see their King walk off. To them Ragnorak was not like over kings, he was different. He still had a lot of his humanity in his body. For example he wanted to travel around Australia; the other Kings of Weedorions had stayed firmly underground making decisions to benefit the Weedorion Empire. Even though Rag was strange to them they still adored him greatly, he was a nice enough person and always says sorry to anyone, even thought he was told he never had to say sorry to anyone. Ragnorak and his companions set off at a brisk speed. He was happy; his life seemed to be perfect

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