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[color=39b54a][b][h2][center] Loke O’Toole [/center] [/h2][/b][/color]

Loke continued playing his fiddle, enjoying how the conversation was going.. And Loke had a feeling that this was going to lead to something more intimate.  He started moving away from the two, putting away his fiddle. He started to walk away from them and past Odorf. Who, by this point, was angry that he was doing the job all by himself. But Loke ignored him and walked past him. Starting to fly away so he could head to his destination quicker. 

A few moments later, he landed at the home of Rainier Dewdrop. He was suddenly in the mood to play a prank. And he wanted to do so on his favourite punching bag. He didn’t know why his pranks were targeted at Rainier. But one would assume it was because he was much younger than Loke.  Breaking into his home by picking the lock, which was easy enough due to his many years of experience. 

And once he was inside. He rearranged his furniture and belongings so that it would irritate the hell out of him. This process took him an hour or so, and once he was finished, he flew back to Odorf to help with the finishing touches on the freshly painted buildings. 

A few more hours later, the two were finished with Odorf suggesting they get a pint. But Loke declined, wanting to head back home to relax. “Not like you’ve done enough relaxing today.” Quipped Odorf, shaking his head.


[color=39b54a]“ Oh, but I’ve had such a productive day.”[/color] Loke winked at Odorf, who didn’t get his meaning. Nor did he like the implications of what he meant by being “productive.” Nevertheless, he was going to enjoy his night with or without Loke. 

Loke flew back home and made sure to lock the door behind him. He made his way over towards one of his many bookcases, pulling out a book as the bookcase spun inwards to reveal a secret room. As he came inside, the bookcase closed behind him. In the room were many of his paintings, a singular violin, and a pedestal with a large book. Loke walked over towards the book and opened it to a specific page.  The book was something created by a human that Loke had acquired a long time ago. The book was bound in human flesh, and the pages were written in human blood. From what he learned studying it, it was a source of immense power. And was something he had kept well hidden for many years. 

Loke picked up the violin and started playing a haunting and somewhat erratic [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAwSxtaD4II&list=RDxAwSxtaD4II&start_radio=1
]song[/url] while chanting in an unknown language [color=39b54a]“ Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.[/color]