[quote=MasterOfMetal]
Satúm enjoyed his day greatly. He enjoyed his mead, his women and meat,but when stumbling past the temple stairs, he was reminded of his predicament.'Damn.. still no offering..'He looked at his half empty cup 'Could I perhaps.... Nah..''Here goes nothing, literally'Satúm took one last swig, threw his mug on the gound, whiped his mouth and started walking up the white steps.Satúm, calmed by the drink, walked to the alter, empty handed, he had a plan, a bold plan. quite clever he thought.'To all the divines, whose eyes pierce clouds and flesh I call!'He raised his empty hands to the sky'I bring you.. NOTHING'a confident smile on his lips'nothing physical that is.I offer a promise whoever will accept it!Any promise!Who will take my offer, oh great devines!'
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Skemmdarvagur watched from his realm taking care to note not only what each person was bringing but the attributes of each mortal. To him the sacrifices of thousands would pale in comparison to the loyalty of the one right person, and here he thinks he has found it. A young man not offering anything physical but that which will test every fiber of his mortal coil: a promise of choice. 
"You have an unusual offering, but one that can show honor far above what others have brought." Skemmdarvagur spoke to him in a low whisper only he could hear. As he continued Satúm would find that all other noises fade. "I am Ulykke, Master of Devastation! I find you worthy of being my Champion. In time I will make myself known to you, but for now, go and enjoy the festival. Eat drink and be merry."