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Frozen Fractals Team 2
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The Glacial Approach:
Once again, Rovan found himself flung into the far north of icy realms. But this time, he came prepared.
Three layers, fur, mittens and a heavy woolen cloak with the hood pulled over his face might not exactly be the height of Allirian fashion, but it would keep his ears and fingers from snapping off in the cold. During his last excursion this far into the frozen tears of the Spine, he had learned his lesson -- and the value of keeping one's extremities warm.
But there was one chill he couldn't do away with. A splinter near his heart; the chip of Eldifryst that had lodged itself in his flesh. A parting gift from Strivogg, that tricky guardian. Granting him some curious powers, yes, but also new, intolerable pains and a dwindling credit to his health that was rather less welcome. Even as they approached the gates of the ice palace, Rovan tested his newfound powers, willing circles to form in the hardened ice and snow before his moving hand. They did; but like clockwork, pain lanced in his heart, and no amount of rubbing his chest seemed to do away with it.
No physician had been able to aid him. No alchemist capable of cracking this puzzle. Not even priests, normally so full of promises, could grant him any consolation.
So he had but one place to seek out. A palace in the heart of winter, near where he had picked up this curse. Perhaps the ancient magic within could cure him; or at the very least, provide him with some useful answers.
Sniffing in the cold, Rovan turned to his companions, face near disappearing into a slit for his pine-green eyes between several scarves and the lip of his hood.
"Lovely weather." Breath steamed out from his hood and was promptly snatched by the gale. "Friendly locals," his eye drifted to a malformed phantasm forming in the icy air, seeming to scream silently before disintigrating in the blizzard. "And a view to die for. Now who wouldn't want a palatial residence here?"
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Thalos nodded at the other man, his ponytail whipping wildly in the gale. He raised his blindfolded eyes towards his companions, sensing their energy and general appearance. Tugging at his own dark brown bear-fur coat, Thalos took a singular step forward, snow and ice alike crunching beneath his weight.
"Introductions?" He asked -- to no one in particular -- in a solemn, deep tone.
The only real reason he was here was because he heard he could claim artifacts and treasure. Exactly what his father had been trying to collect for all these long years.
Surely, this would be a good haul... As long as they could make it.
Lilette Blackbriar
Rovan Ravenhill
"Introductions?" He asked -- to no one in particular -- in a solemn, deep tone.
The only real reason he was here was because he heard he could claim artifacts and treasure. Exactly what his father had been trying to collect for all these long years.
Surely, this would be a good haul... As long as they could make it.
Lilette Blackbriar
Rovan Ravenhill
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Frozen winds whipped snow-white hair as the armored figure leaned over that glacial edge.
She groaned quietly, her stomach sinking at the view. Turning to the others made for a reprieve at least, though the elf knew nothing about them, nor they her. Her features were covered by the black-steel visage of her angular helm, whilst her body was covered in what few pieces of Godewyn's armor fit her slender frame.
Though ramshackle the knightess may be, she nevertheless marched proudly to her companions' sides, gauntleted fingers coiled tightly around Nightspell—a greatsword of emril steel.
"Tis the ice what bothers me more than the weather." she replied to Rovan.
Her voice was soft, youthful even.
It was the blindfolded man who spoke next, attracting the slit helm towards himself, though sometimes it seemed something silver glinted at him beneath. She craned her head to one side like a curious animal before speaking.
"Ah, mine name is of little importance," she said nervously.
"But if thou shalt knowest me, let it by deed; as a Knight of House Blackbriar, or a doctor if thou'st require."
Lady 'Blackbriar' introduced herself with a well practiced curtsy at odds with her attire.
She groaned quietly, her stomach sinking at the view. Turning to the others made for a reprieve at least, though the elf knew nothing about them, nor they her. Her features were covered by the black-steel visage of her angular helm, whilst her body was covered in what few pieces of Godewyn's armor fit her slender frame.
Though ramshackle the knightess may be, she nevertheless marched proudly to her companions' sides, gauntleted fingers coiled tightly around Nightspell—a greatsword of emril steel.
"Tis the ice what bothers me more than the weather." she replied to Rovan.
Her voice was soft, youthful even.
It was the blindfolded man who spoke next, attracting the slit helm towards himself, though sometimes it seemed something silver glinted at him beneath. She craned her head to one side like a curious animal before speaking.
"Ah, mine name is of little importance," she said nervously.
"But if thou shalt knowest me, let it by deed; as a Knight of House Blackbriar, or a doctor if thou'st require."
Lady 'Blackbriar' introduced herself with a well practiced curtsy at odds with her attire.
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Rovan matched the curtsey with a near automatic bow of his own, hand over his ailing heart, all while his mind worked.
House Blackbriar . . . House Blackbriar?
Where had he heard that name from?
It tugged at his memory, but didn't quite find purchase. Ah, no matter. He could worry about lineages and heraldry once in the snug warmth of an inn; preferably within reach of a generous bar and a roaring fireplace.
"A knight and a doctor? My, an inflictor of wounds and a treater of them in the very same platemail. Well, well, I should count myself fortunate being in such esteemed company. It looks like old Grangomelle selects his agents with astute observance. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Blackbriar. I am Rovan Ravenhill; scholar, scribe, gentleman of means--" he waved his gloved hand, as if batting off a potential stream of other titles for himself. Eventually, the blindfolded man snagged his eye, a twitch of brief worry flickering from his gaze. Hopefully old Grangomelle hadn't placed him in the company of deranged lunatics and murderers. Gods knew adventurers could be a motley lot. "But never you mind that. I'm sure our deeds shall speak for us all, indeed. And you must be, ahh . . ."
Rovan twirled his hand, pretending not to have completely forgotten the other man's name, allowing him to finish his sentence.
Thalos Mirecant
Lilette Blackbriar
House Blackbriar . . . House Blackbriar?
Where had he heard that name from?
It tugged at his memory, but didn't quite find purchase. Ah, no matter. He could worry about lineages and heraldry once in the snug warmth of an inn; preferably within reach of a generous bar and a roaring fireplace.
"A knight and a doctor? My, an inflictor of wounds and a treater of them in the very same platemail. Well, well, I should count myself fortunate being in such esteemed company. It looks like old Grangomelle selects his agents with astute observance. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Blackbriar. I am Rovan Ravenhill; scholar, scribe, gentleman of means--" he waved his gloved hand, as if batting off a potential stream of other titles for himself. Eventually, the blindfolded man snagged his eye, a twitch of brief worry flickering from his gaze. Hopefully old Grangomelle hadn't placed him in the company of deranged lunatics and murderers. Gods knew adventurers could be a motley lot. "But never you mind that. I'm sure our deeds shall speak for us all, indeed. And you must be, ahh . . ."
Rovan twirled his hand, pretending not to have completely forgotten the other man's name, allowing him to finish his sentence.
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"Ah, the pleasure is all mine." she said warmly.
Perhaps a bit much for a man she'd only just heard of, but he seemed a gentleman and that was more than could be said of most adventurers.
The pseudo-knight stepped forward to speak but nearly lost her footing as the ice shifted beneath their feet. It cracked and split, a jagged maw of empty black and cerulean depths of ever darkening shades opening behind her. From those depths came the echoes of crackling and screams of unknown origin.
Lilette hadn't time to look, thin lines snaked through the ice like crystalline webbing, her head having slammed hard against it. The steel around her head rang, and cold wind howled by to herald the startling realization;
She was falling.
"no, nononono!"
The world was powdered white as the glacier they were all standing atop crumbled and spilt towards the castle bridge, a rolling hill of icy chunks the size of farmhouses and snowy mist.
By the time she thought to stop herself Lilette was already well beyond the point of a lethal fall. She still held Nightspell by the blade, slamming it with all her might into the last stable ice remaining with such force that it cracked in a jagged line almost to the top again. It was only by her unusual strength that the sudden stop did not break her arm nor send her tumbling into the abyss.
The snow gently settled till the only mist left were her icy breaths. A wide eyed look down told her the castle bridge was within jumping distance, and another look up told her she'd surely be paste had she not stopped herself.
"Ro-Rovan?" she called out.
"...anyone?!"
Perhaps a bit much for a man she'd only just heard of, but he seemed a gentleman and that was more than could be said of most adventurers.
The pseudo-knight stepped forward to speak but nearly lost her footing as the ice shifted beneath their feet. It cracked and split, a jagged maw of empty black and cerulean depths of ever darkening shades opening behind her. From those depths came the echoes of crackling and screams of unknown origin.
Lilette hadn't time to look, thin lines snaked through the ice like crystalline webbing, her head having slammed hard against it. The steel around her head rang, and cold wind howled by to herald the startling realization;
She was falling.
"no, nononono!"
The world was powdered white as the glacier they were all standing atop crumbled and spilt towards the castle bridge, a rolling hill of icy chunks the size of farmhouses and snowy mist.
By the time she thought to stop herself Lilette was already well beyond the point of a lethal fall. She still held Nightspell by the blade, slamming it with all her might into the last stable ice remaining with such force that it cracked in a jagged line almost to the top again. It was only by her unusual strength that the sudden stop did not break her arm nor send her tumbling into the abyss.
The snow gently settled till the only mist left were her icy breaths. A wide eyed look down told her the castle bridge was within jumping distance, and another look up told her she'd surely be paste had she not stopped herself.
"Ro-Rovan?" she called out.
"...anyone?!"
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"Here," Rovan's voice piped out weakly from up above Lilette.
He stood on a foothold by his own design; having arrested his downward slide by shaping the ice to catch his fur-covered boots. His chest was heaving through all his layers, up and down, shocked by the sudden overturn of his world, mittens planted against the ice wall on his back, willing himself not to tumble into an endless fall.
His breath and mouth settled into one, pressed line; a long exhalation to reclaim control over his senses and nerves.
At least the armed physician had made it. One of his eyes widened in incredulity, spying the crack that had traveled all the way up past him from her black blade. Just how strong was she?
Nevermind, he wouldn't complain. They needed all the strength they could get. Especially now that their blindfolded companion seemed to have disappeared. Fallen down into the abyss? Hopefully not. He didn't want to think about that possibility. Didn't even want to so much as peer at that horrifying, endless fall.
"One moment," Rovan called down, then concentrated on the ice below him. He held one hand to his chest, as if willing the shard of Eldifryst not to pierce further into his squishy organs, while he extended the other, shaping the ice to follow the architecture of his mind.
A primitive bridge crackled and cracked into existence, drawn from the deeper recesses of glacial ice behind him. Like a tongue jutting with icy stalagmites, it crossed the misty air and connected with the bridge ahead. It might have been jumping distance -- but Rovan didn't trust in how far he could jump wearing all his winter clothes.
Dimples twitching from the pain and chill in his chest, he formed a few steps down towards Lilette, so that she might reach his bridge.
"There. That should hold."
I hope, he finished internally.
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Thalos Mirecant
He stood on a foothold by his own design; having arrested his downward slide by shaping the ice to catch his fur-covered boots. His chest was heaving through all his layers, up and down, shocked by the sudden overturn of his world, mittens planted against the ice wall on his back, willing himself not to tumble into an endless fall.
His breath and mouth settled into one, pressed line; a long exhalation to reclaim control over his senses and nerves.
At least the armed physician had made it. One of his eyes widened in incredulity, spying the crack that had traveled all the way up past him from her black blade. Just how strong was she?
Nevermind, he wouldn't complain. They needed all the strength they could get. Especially now that their blindfolded companion seemed to have disappeared. Fallen down into the abyss? Hopefully not. He didn't want to think about that possibility. Didn't even want to so much as peer at that horrifying, endless fall.
"One moment," Rovan called down, then concentrated on the ice below him. He held one hand to his chest, as if willing the shard of Eldifryst not to pierce further into his squishy organs, while he extended the other, shaping the ice to follow the architecture of his mind.
A primitive bridge crackled and cracked into existence, drawn from the deeper recesses of glacial ice behind him. Like a tongue jutting with icy stalagmites, it crossed the misty air and connected with the bridge ahead. It might have been jumping distance -- but Rovan didn't trust in how far he could jump wearing all his winter clothes.
Dimples twitching from the pain and chill in his chest, he formed a few steps down towards Lilette, so that she might reach his bridge.
"There. That should hold."
I hope, he finished internally.
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"Unfortunate."
In one breath of air, Thalos was spent. He had to rely on his magic when his physical efforts didn't add up to much of anything. Quickly, he raised a hand to draw out the proper evocation, his other hand trying to find any purchase on the cracking ice. His legs pushed himself up as he finished the spell, a black rune suspended in mid-air in front of his face before dissipating. Immediately, his body was weaker, his mind a little slower, his senses a little duller. But the magic worked. He floated there, holding on to ice with a few fingers, the rest of his body lifting up into the air.
Eventually, he was completely in the air, his magic carrying his weak form up and closer to the bridge.
He needed his amulet. And he needed it soon, or his body would decompose entirely. It already took so much from him to do one spell on his own accord...
He was not used to casting spells without his devices.
Now he had reached the bridge, feet finding ground as quick as they could as the magic slowly began to die down. He seemed normal, but anything beyond picking up a barrel would break him. He looked to the others. What could he do now?
Oh. The intellectual price was already draining him. The amulet was in his pocket. His hands went into his pants compartments... And as soon as he touched the stone, his body was refreshed again, and his senses became sharper.
That was more like it.
He didn't ask for help afterwards. But he stood there, watching the two figure out what they should do. If they needed his help, they would ask him.
For now, he'd wait. He was good at that, if not good at physically helping.
Lilette Blackbriar
Rovan Ravenhill
In one breath of air, Thalos was spent. He had to rely on his magic when his physical efforts didn't add up to much of anything. Quickly, he raised a hand to draw out the proper evocation, his other hand trying to find any purchase on the cracking ice. His legs pushed himself up as he finished the spell, a black rune suspended in mid-air in front of his face before dissipating. Immediately, his body was weaker, his mind a little slower, his senses a little duller. But the magic worked. He floated there, holding on to ice with a few fingers, the rest of his body lifting up into the air.
Eventually, he was completely in the air, his magic carrying his weak form up and closer to the bridge.
He needed his amulet. And he needed it soon, or his body would decompose entirely. It already took so much from him to do one spell on his own accord...
He was not used to casting spells without his devices.
Now he had reached the bridge, feet finding ground as quick as they could as the magic slowly began to die down. He seemed normal, but anything beyond picking up a barrel would break him. He looked to the others. What could he do now?
Oh. The intellectual price was already draining him. The amulet was in his pocket. His hands went into his pants compartments... And as soon as he touched the stone, his body was refreshed again, and his senses became sharper.
That was more like it.
He didn't ask for help afterwards. But he stood there, watching the two figure out what they should do. If they needed his help, they would ask him.
For now, he'd wait. He was good at that, if not good at physically helping.
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"Oh thank Astra." she breathed.
Lilette dared to glance downward again, flinching at her mistake immediately.
It was fortunate then that Rovan's crackling display was impressive enough to wrest her gaze instead, lest thought of her imminent demise give her cause to reject what little blood she'd fed upon to get here in the first place.
"Ah, worry not... I shan't go anywhere." scoffed Lilette.
She routinely flexed her free hand with each passing moment, gauntleted fingers curling and unfurling more and more as the icy bridge crept downward until her feet safely touched solid "ground", to which she sighed in relief.
Soon her sword was yanked from the glacial wall, and Lilette scuttled to Rovan's side.
"Many thanks. Now, where is-"
The armored woman turned her gaze towards the glacier, recoiling a half step at just how far they were from the top now.
Finding Thalos' silhouette proved easy against the skyline.
"There!" she pointed, then waved at the flying man.
"Pleased to see thee in good health, ser!" she called out to him.
Within moments however, the screams began anew, causing the girl's ears to ring so violently she clutched at her helm. Her pained growls were then drowned by new voices in the cacophonous choir. From the chasm, wispy figures began to ascend like spectral smoke, dozens of them swarming towards the party.
Lilette took a frightened step back, but nevertheless hefted her sword in a defensive posture.
"Stay thee behind me! I shalt repay thine protection!"
"Go! Let us make for the gate!" she shouted.
Lilette dared to glance downward again, flinching at her mistake immediately.
It was fortunate then that Rovan's crackling display was impressive enough to wrest her gaze instead, lest thought of her imminent demise give her cause to reject what little blood she'd fed upon to get here in the first place.
"Ah, worry not... I shan't go anywhere." scoffed Lilette.
She routinely flexed her free hand with each passing moment, gauntleted fingers curling and unfurling more and more as the icy bridge crept downward until her feet safely touched solid "ground", to which she sighed in relief.
Soon her sword was yanked from the glacial wall, and Lilette scuttled to Rovan's side.
"Many thanks. Now, where is-"
The armored woman turned her gaze towards the glacier, recoiling a half step at just how far they were from the top now.
Finding Thalos' silhouette proved easy against the skyline.
"There!" she pointed, then waved at the flying man.
"Pleased to see thee in good health, ser!" she called out to him.
Within moments however, the screams began anew, causing the girl's ears to ring so violently she clutched at her helm. Her pained growls were then drowned by new voices in the cacophonous choir. From the chasm, wispy figures began to ascend like spectral smoke, dozens of them swarming towards the party.
Lilette took a frightened step back, but nevertheless hefted her sword in a defensive posture.
"Stay thee behind me! I shalt repay thine protection!"
"Go! Let us make for the gate!" she shouted.
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Rovan didn't need to be told twice. He might be able to shape ice, but he very much doubted he had anything in his arsenal against those incorporeal abominations. Besides his dagger of Eldifryst left to him by Tafna Gringhook, though he didn't want to get close enough to test its strength. Their screams dug into the marrow of his bones and sent involuntary shivers up his spine, assaulting his body as well as any arctic blizzard. Yes, he was definitely going to keep his distance.
So he did what any sensible gentleman would in his situation. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
The only problem with the bridge was that it was made of ice. Indeed, it was cause for much stumbling and tripping; his cloak snapping wildly in the wind, hood blowing off to reveal slicked-back strands of raven-black hair. He nearly made it to the other side, before the harsh blow of a gale and the sudden, unwanted appearance of a misty wraith — dark mouth yawned so far it could probably swallow him whole — sent him reeling, toppling over his balance.
Rovan teetered backwards, arms swinging wildly, then careened himself forwards; landing as long as he was across his own bridge, half his torso jutting out one end, wobbling legs sticking out the other end, stomach perched on the middle. He clutched the bridge for dear life and continued forward at a staggered crawl. Ungraceful, but better than dying.
Nearly there, nearly there!
However, the wraith that had scared him off his feet now descended upon him, ripping through his cloak with surprisingly sharp claws of disembodied shards and particles of ice, only held together by whatever magic gave it unlife. A nasty cold gash cut through his thick cloak and three layers of cloth, just about scratching the skin beneath.
It seemed his bundles of clothing had not only shielded him from the cold, but armoured him against grievous injury.
A similar pair of wraiths flew up for Thalos, meeting in the middle to rip their claws into him as well. More rose about Rovan, preparing to set upon his prone form like wolves -- and similar ones shot up at Lilette from the abyss.
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Well, wasn't that great? Although, to be fair, Thalos knew there was going to be danger when he signed up for this. Quickly, with one hand in his pocket and grasping the amulet, he takes a step back. That only gained him half a second or so more before the wraith's claws reached him.
But half a second was all he needed.
The absence of needing to draw a rune aided him, and that was one thing he greatly appreciated. One blast of force. Not fire, earth, wind, etc. Just a moving force of energy, pushing the wraiths so hard they flung backwards and then dissipated into snow.
Well, phew, that was cl-
And then there's a claw dragging across his back. He doesn't have time to scream, doesn't have time to react. Instead, he simply turns with his arm above his head. One moment, there was nothing in his hand.
And in the next, he held a massive sword made of dark and force magic, pulsing purple like a heartbeat etched into darkness. Slammed straight into the wraith's shoulder, and just like that, it's a pile of snow.
But now he has other problems. He's bleeding profusely from his back, and already his clothes are soaked. Unfortunately for him, he knew of no healing magic.
He grips the amulet in his pocket even tighter to generate more magic, and fire emits from his finger. Quickly he drops to a knee and puts the flame on the wound.
A scream erupts from his throat, but this is the only way to stop the bleeding quickly. Already, another group of wraiths are rushing towards him from the direction of the castle, and he can feel the gale winds become stronger by the second.
Damn it.
Lilette Blackbriar
Rovan Ravenhill
But half a second was all he needed.
The absence of needing to draw a rune aided him, and that was one thing he greatly appreciated. One blast of force. Not fire, earth, wind, etc. Just a moving force of energy, pushing the wraiths so hard they flung backwards and then dissipated into snow.
Well, phew, that was cl-
And then there's a claw dragging across his back. He doesn't have time to scream, doesn't have time to react. Instead, he simply turns with his arm above his head. One moment, there was nothing in his hand.
And in the next, he held a massive sword made of dark and force magic, pulsing purple like a heartbeat etched into darkness. Slammed straight into the wraith's shoulder, and just like that, it's a pile of snow.
But now he has other problems. He's bleeding profusely from his back, and already his clothes are soaked. Unfortunately for him, he knew of no healing magic.
He grips the amulet in his pocket even tighter to generate more magic, and fire emits from his finger. Quickly he drops to a knee and puts the flame on the wound.
A scream erupts from his throat, but this is the only way to stop the bleeding quickly. Already, another group of wraiths are rushing towards him from the direction of the castle, and he can feel the gale winds become stronger by the second.
Damn it.
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Rovan pressed his eyes shut. This was it. This was the end for them. More fool him to have come here. The unified shrieks of wraiths overcame his world, setting upon him.
The air parted above him before a heavy weight. Ice shattered around him - right, front, left - spraying particles over him. He jerked up just in time to see a black blade arcing out of his vision, followed by a trail of the darkest smoke he had ever seen.
Where his enemies had been before, nothing but disintigrating ice drizzled back into the abyss. He turned to find Lilette standing above him, one open gauntlet reached out for him. Fur mitten clasped steel, and the knight pulled him back up, helmet offering a quick nod.
Thalos was hovering in the air, bleeding, yet spitting magic. But the enemies overwhelmed him, far above the two.
Without word, Rovan reacted before his thinking mind could catch up to his instincts. He drew upon the power of Eldifryst again, warping a portion of the bridge, gathering the sleet and snow from their felled enemies to raise Lilette on a thin plateau. Frost magic swirled around his gloved hands as he shot the knight upward, some uncanny balance of hers allowing her to stay put -- and get in range for another hefty swing.
The enemies before Thalos scattered into nothing before her obsidian blade. And Rovan waved at the two from down below.
"To the gate!"
In a mad dash, they rushed the palace gates, this time managing to cross the abyss. More creatures came howling up from below, but the three adventurers' legs and desperate spells outpaced these spectral hounds, Lilette bull-rushed through the gate with a raised, plated arm and shoulder, the bars weakened enough by Thalos' arcane efforts to smash wide open in a shower of frost. Soon, the jagged sculptures of the Winter Palace manifested through the sleet and an icy courtyard unfurled its claws at them. Rovan's vision bounced madly before him as he ran, much like galloping on a horse, unable to focus on any single feature of the frostbattered courtyard -- only the mount in this case happened to be his own hardworking legs and huffing lungs.
A door of solid ice awaited them, barring entrance to the palace itself. Howls of the ice-borne undead chased them. No time for subtlety. It was his turn to weaken their barrier to entry, and in the span they had run, the pain had at least receded from his chest.
He gnashed his teeth from the effort and made a whiplash of his hand, flogging the barrier like it was some insubordinate guard. A crack splintered its features. Black sorcery swirled around Lilette's long greatsword, bending like the fire of a torch in a runner's hand, absorbing tiny icicles in its umbral spell. In three long strides, she assaulted the wall, tip of her blade travelling in a long arc over her shoulders and catapulting down on the ice.
It splintered into thousands of shards, an explosion of icy shrapnel that Rovan and Thalos had to cover themselves against, while the knight allowed her armour to absorb the kinetic barrage. Rapidly, they charged in, while the blizzard behind them filled with the hungry faces of those doomed to haunt the glacier.
In this hall, Rovan forced himself to work through the pain now lancing at his heart and seal up the hole they had left behind them. After his work came to a crackling end, he collapsed against a nearby wall of smooth stone, feeling his chest burn with pain, paralysing his right arm -- and spreading.
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Time moved quickly and vision swam. She'd set upon Rovan's attackers with ferocious power and the wild fury of an animal cornered, cold breath freezing inside her helm. The mage was practically yanked to his feet when he took her hand, such was her unusual strength.
A curt nod was all she managed.
She turned in search of Thalos whose form was little more than a dark blur against the grey sky, hounded by wraiths and something else, fire?
Ice shifted beneath her feet and she knelt stay atop, sword over her shoulders in one hand, clawing the edge for support with the other. By the time she understood, the ice had reached Thalos and the wraiths, at which she swung in wide arcs with but one hand.
She huffed and slide down on claws she didn't know she had, sharp things that retracted soon as her feet touched solid ground again, and the rest was a blur.
She'd smashed through one gate with the party, cut through another, or maybe it was only one? It didn't matter, she stood alert at the sorcerer's back until he'd sealed the gates behind them, after which they both fell. He against the wall, she on her knee.
Mist shot through the slit of her helm, the waste of cold air entering dead lungs out of habit.
Only now did that infernal ringing soften.
"Did... did'st everyone make it?" she winced.
A curt nod was all she managed.
She turned in search of Thalos whose form was little more than a dark blur against the grey sky, hounded by wraiths and something else, fire?
Ice shifted beneath her feet and she knelt stay atop, sword over her shoulders in one hand, clawing the edge for support with the other. By the time she understood, the ice had reached Thalos and the wraiths, at which she swung in wide arcs with but one hand.
She huffed and slide down on claws she didn't know she had, sharp things that retracted soon as her feet touched solid ground again, and the rest was a blur.
She'd smashed through one gate with the party, cut through another, or maybe it was only one? It didn't matter, she stood alert at the sorcerer's back until he'd sealed the gates behind them, after which they both fell. He against the wall, she on her knee.
Mist shot through the slit of her helm, the waste of cold air entering dead lungs out of habit.
Only now did that infernal ringing soften.
"Did... did'st everyone make it?" she winced.
Rovan Ravenhill Thalos Mirecant
I'm finally back and ready to continue!
Thank you both for your patience <3
Thank you both for your patience <3