Adam the immortal celt

[okamisanin]

From outside of the market the sound of distant rolling thunder is heard, and as the sound begins to amplify so too does the sound of hooves. All of a sudden, the doorway of the market is opened as if by unseen power, the form of an old man dressed in the robes of a Celtic bard appeared with a staff of yew in his hand. Raising his staff, he begins to chant in a tongue not heard since the Eagles once flew over the Isle of Britain. From behind him a Chariot is seen being pulled by two great stallions, one of dark obsidian and the other as white pure snow. On the chariot hangs the skin of a large brown bear as well as a dozen long spears. Driving the war Chariot is a tall warrior whose countenance marks him as a man of great strength, with spiked hair tipped in lime colors. His body, painted in the old runes hearkening back from Celtic times of Old, glistened in the darkened moonlight as he drove the Chariot forward. Beside him, a man just as tall but even of a more powerful build, stood. The Torc of the King was visible upon his neck, as well as the great sword belted to his hip. Stepping down from the Chariot as it drew to a stop, he stood tall and proud, declaring in a booming and captivating baritone timber, “I am a Master, seeking a female submissive or slave to serve as Mine alone.”