McNultus the Brave

[McNulty]

The warrior walks forlornly accross the countryside, his mighty axe unused this long while...

McNultus: I ask the Spirits for a mission, and they do not reply. I am no philosopher, I am no holy man. I am a warrior, my only strength lies in my arm. Without a purpose, what am I? Have all those who fired my passion for Spiritualism left me in this time?

He swings his mighty axe and fells a nearby tree with one blow. It crashes noisily to the ground, but McNultus' expression does not change...

McNultus: Spirits, gods, whate'er you are! I am McNultus, warrior! I need a quest! Give me enemies to slay in your name! Give me damsels to rescue! Treasures to win! Why have you forsaken me!?

 

[McNulty]

The warrior stands in silence, hoping with all his heart that a reply will come. The Spirits must hear him! They must! But nothing but silence answers him...

McNultus: So be it. I am a warrior without a purpose, a man who sought spiritual fulfillment and found only emptyness. Without purpose, my life is meaningless. Better that I had never been born...

McNultus throws his mighty axe to the ground. The blade bites deep into the hard earth, its razor-sharp edge sticking out. McNultus stands before his trusty weapon, and spreads his arms to the sky...

McNultus: I have lived by the axe...