Wow, I almost forgot I used to have a blog... a promotion at work and a super-busy schedule, a move, and the blog fell by the wayside, not that I was that active a blogger to begin with. At any rate, I decided to sign in mainly so I could comment on other blogs, but I figure it might be a good thing to write about games and literature again. One of my old friends is trying to get a campaign started, strictly 80's style "stripped down AD&D, bolted onto a Moldvay chassis", like we played in high school. We'll see if it gets off the ground, just like we'll see if I can be bothered to restart the blog 'for realz'.
Skapti the priest, Thorarin's son, a wise man, was there at the time. He took then the skull of Egil, and set it on the churchyard fence. The skull was wondrous large, but still more out of the common way was its heaviness. It was all wave-marked on the surface like a shell. Skapti then wished to try the thickness of the skull. He took a good-sized hand-axe, and brandishing it aloft in one hand, brought down the back of it with force on the skull to break it. But where the blow fell the bone whitened, but neither was dinted nor cracked. Whence it might be gathered that this skull could not easily be harmed by the blows of weak men while skin and flesh were on it.