"Found him, Oni." Han's words were flat and terse as he stepped into my home. I spun around quickly almost dropping the book I was returning to a shelf. "Found who," I questioned. "Vlar." Again his voice was flat. My heart jumped within me. "Where," I asked excitedly. "He was trapped in the ethereal realm known as IRC. Some foul magic had trapped him there for some reason." "Is he okay?" "He seems to be. Physically he looks the same. Same old bear mask and tunic." "Well that is a relief. Guess we will just have to keep a watch over him to see if anything has changed in him." "Aye," replied Hans. "He plans on hosting the Summoner Sprints on the evening of August 23 at the Britannia Tracks." "Sounds like the same ol' Vlar." "How did you find him and get him out?" "Seems he just wanted to be found and broke the spell," replied Hans. "Hmmm.." I trailed off. "That seems very strange. But with Vlar anything is possible." "HAHAHA!" Hans laughed heartily."Indeed anything is possible with the Potentate of Stormhold," he chuckled. I was the one laughing now. "Potentate of Stormhold," I laughingly repeated. "Seems to fit him to a T. I shall have to remember to address him in that manner when we meet again." "I thank you Hans for bringing me news of him." "My pleasure, Oni," he stated as he turned to leave. "So Vlar has returned," I mused to myself. The world is ever changing, but some things stay the same. That is good. Welcome back, Friend, At Last...
So glad you finally found him. The little scamp told me he had been on UOcation, whatever that may be I do not know! But I hope it's not catching!
I believe it is loosely translated being lazy or perhaps taking a rather looong nap. O' course Vlar is Master of the Realm at that particular skill. (napping) Love Ya', Vlar As to it being catching, you sir, will have to decide whether or not you will contract this dreaded disease.
