Sigurd

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@ONLI've read Sult. Most people who dislike it think it was somewhat repetitive plot-wise, even though it's a really short book. You know, he is hungry, he suffers, he somehow gets saved in the last moment by a friend who suddenly appears or an article he manages to write (or sheer luck), and then back to suffering once his money is gone: repeat this several times and that's the book. If you disregard the plot and read it for how it describes the pains of an utterly broken man who slowly dwindles away to a mere sack of bones as excessive, stubborn, and self-destructive pride, moral dilemmas, and hunger -- that is hunger in every sense of the word: romantic, spiritual, cultural, sexual, and literal hunger -- eat him away (pun intended), it's suddenly a great novel.

And yes, Ibsen is a great playwright. Basically unavoidable if you are into theater.

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@Sigurd 1. I love history and have been specifically interested in 19th-20th century politics, so why not read it?
2. With the resurgence of nationalism across the world, it's intruiging to read and recognize the rhetoric and justifactions that's being used today and was used by people like Adolf Hitler back in the 20's, 30's and 40's. History truly repeats itself.
3. It's fun to read what he thought and meant, and then to go "you crazy bastard, calm down!"

You did? How come you ended up reading a norwegian book?

@ONL

1. Fair enough, man.
2. I've never been that much into politics, but I can actually understand why a lot of people turn to nationalism nowadays, seeing what the rhetoric and tactics of the left have turned into. It seems like a logical consequence of it all. We live in interesting times.
3. He forever ruined the image of a big part of the European spirit. What a shame.

Yeah, I did. I checked out some reviews and found it interesting, plus I received it as a gift, so I went for it. It was a pleasant read, I must say. It touched on some themes I like, like happiness, family, art, death and so on. I would say his honesty about himself is what made the book really popular. Says a lot, doesn't it? Everybody started reading the series because they finally realised that someone put their thoughts from pen to paper without any sort of filtering, which is, judging from the people's reaction, a rarity today. Reluctance and dishonesty everywhere!
It's not the only Norwegian author I've read. I also liked Hamsun and Ibsen, and I am looking forward to reading some more Norwegians (and Scandinavians in general)! :-)
Anything you would recommend?

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I see you...

The hunter, stalled and trapped in the room and pummeling the door, changed tactics as soon as the rest of the dead started coming up the stairs. He 'saw', he 'knew' through the senses of his comrade dog that the man was holding the door, and that the dwarf was coming to his aid. All he had to do was prevent the man from leaving the door and joining arms with his friend. He jammed his blade between the door and the door frame and moved it slowly back and forth, chips of wood falling down at his feet.

First came the eyeless dog, covered in dirt and gore, teeth sharp as daggers. It walked clumsily, then picking up the pace, went towards he dwarf. The force that moved it was obviously not used to controlling quadrupeds, but was getting a hand of it. Behind it were seen Nora, the innkepeer's daughter, and the one who gave them directions, slowly approaching; but then the two of them turned their heads away as soon as a musical elven voice called out: "Ofnir!"

Ofnir

The door of the wizard's room splintered into countless pieces and through it came flying across the hall in a white flash the shape of the innkeeper, knocking the dog in its way, and stopping at the feet of his now dead daughter and the crazy man Ofnir had caged for his thievery, now gravely silent. Nora, or simply her empty shell, turned towards her father's body, but the other man faced the coming minstrel again, and, waving his chain, attacked him. Nora slowly lowered, touched her father's forehead, and his eyes glowed silver and cold again. He rose next to her, both now facing the wizard come out of his room, wrathfully looking at them in disgust. The dog got up again, unscathed.

"Foul creature! Leave the dead in peace!" he yelled, pointing his birch staff at the enemies. Its end flashed, and the dead backed away from the light, emotions now seen in their eyes for the first time. Ofnir saw fear projected onto them from afar. "Vamyr, hold the door! Thurin, to me! Quickly!" A great worry came over the anger on Ofnir's face. "Aelin, careful!" he said. "And where are the other two of ours?!"

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@ONL That's an interesting twist for sure. What made you read that?
I read part I of a different kind of Min kamp recently.

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The thing with Lovecraft is that he gets repetitive rather fast. I can't read more than two or three stories successively before getting annoyed by how verbose he tends to be. That doesn't mean he's bad or anything, he's one of the most creative horror writers out there whose influence is felt almost everywhere in the genre now, it's just that the prose becomes a predictable bore when taken in huge doses at once. I made breaks while reading his work and read other books before returning to him.

He's great if you wanna get spooked during sleepless nights.

m.youtube.com/watch?v=XxScTbIUvoA

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@Gate Keeper
Try not to instant-kill them. Attempt some kind of combat that would be realistic in the setting and you will take them down.

@AzazaaYou have time to react. You can come back with the innkeeper to face them or maybe find the room empty and then go upstairs to see what is up. And the alarm @Gate Keeper set should be heard downstairs as well since it's as quiet as it gets in the middle of the night.

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@T Risket@RBYDark Awesomesauce, reading it and plotting how Jeremy should respond.

@Zebanamana Greetings! We are, but I'd like to see a character sheet before I make a final decision. And just to spark some conversation, what's your experience with H.P. Lovecraft and the occult?

@ONL

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@POOHEAD189@Luminosity@Tombprince
Looking forward to seeing you back.

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Well, I made them move. Up to you now!

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The hunter slouched into the village. After him, following the few drops of blood left in the hunter now dripping from his neck onto the ground, soon came the man from the cage, cadaverous and purple necked, where something had strangled him. Silent, they dragged their feet slowly towards the inn, unhindered and unnoticed by the sleeping folk. A stray dog followed them, eyeless and gored, no steam rising from his snout. The hunter held his sword in his hand, so cold, frost clinging to the steel; and the caged lunatic dragged a chain that left a snake-like trail on the snow layer behind him. When they entered, another was waiting for them, standing still, a girl seemingly alive, but with deep blue lips to remind of her death. The fires in the room waned, the windows fogging up, and a smell of the morning dew in the air. The hunter left then and went up the stairs, one squeaking step at a time, until he came to a door. Two of them he -- or his master through him -- sensed inside, one of them immortal. Steadily, the hunter withdrew his hand from the knob, and turned around, choosing the room of someone mortal to be the first he visits. He went for the one closest to the stairs, where what felt like a man slept. He grabbed the knob and turned, setting off a loud clamour of a dagger falling onto the floor in the middle of the night. The hunter's flaming silver eyes widened, as the one who controlled him realised his victims were not as dumb as he'd hoped.

Down stairs, the other dead ones turned their heads to the stairs, summoned to aid the hunter, while from the outside unforeseen gusts of wind pummeled the walls of the inn stronger than ever before.