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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2017 12:42:06 GMT -8
"I would live again," the Frost Queen snapped as the hot, melting walls moved closer and closer, racketin the temperature a degree pure 6 inches. "These djinn may die, but this city is fullbof dirty, tainted magic and I am still weak."
But after Fenris smashed through the hotel wall, the Frost Queen would not be seen again, and the magic from his ring seemed to dull...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2017 12:44:39 GMT -8
The wall crumbled beneath Fenrir's strength and screams rang out as three women, all but naked, and a surprised, fat man stared at the wolf from the rumpled bed. Their eyes were wide with horror within the open room, a short balcony on the other side that gazed out onto the view of the city, with a canal below.
The Djinn let the walls drop and moved after Fenrir, their hands glowing to send a new spell after the murderer.
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Fenrir Skargard
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Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Apr 21, 2017 6:20:47 GMT -8
How she expected him to disappear when he had no clue how to teleport, Fenrir did not know. Instead, he ignored the assorted occupants of the room to aimake for the window, performing a spectacular leap into the canal below.
The fading of the ring was noted, but her disappearance was no longer surprising to him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2017 21:48:51 GMT -8
As soon as Fenrir hit the water, it splashed upward, and then was frozen that way. Magic seemed to burst from the ring, freezing the canal, the boats there, everything but save for where Fenrir kicked up to the surface. The ice would be thick enough to run on, even as the Sakandi guards might be crawling in.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2017 21:49:23 GMT -8
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Fenrir Skargard
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Apr 24, 2017 6:41:01 GMT -8
Fenrir broke free and scrambled onto the ice, having no difficulty finding purchase on it, long experience in the icesheets of his homeland giving him sure-footing on the ice.
A howl ripped free and crazed grin appeared on his face as he ran down the canal, looking for a place to get away.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2017 10:17:02 GMT -8
Chaos and panic began to grip the denizens with their boats and gondolas on the canals of Sakand, frozen into place as it seemed the very water beneath Fenrir was freezing with every running step he took. He'd find, however, that for the direction he was going in came a long slide down, much like some sort of water ride. Through more twists and turns, he'd finally find himself shoved into a small tunnel, much like an over-grown sewer, but as he'd come through the darkness, he'd find that the water emptied into a floodplain -- an orchard, it seemed, meant for the Sakandi Pears, outside of the city limits.
The Hummingbird Guard had been called, however, and along with these armed men were a few djinn as well, chasing after the feral beast and his icy powers. If he stopped to fight instead of to run, he'd quickly find himself surrounded. Undoubtedly, he'd be able to take on many of them -- perhaps there was even a slight chance that he would somehow win? But the overbearing logic was that he'd be defeated, in a city he didn't know, surrounded by magics he didn't understand, and enemies in every face given the hostile way he acted now.
For now, Fenris Skargard was a murderer, and if he did escape with his life, there would be a price put upon his head.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2017 10:18:55 GMT -8
"Come, Fenrir," she whispered in his mind, her voice soft and clear for all that his heart must be pounding, his blood rushing as the warrior was caught up in the adrenaline of what was happening now. "Leave this place -- for now. We'll destroy it when the time is right. You and I," she caressed in his ear, a cool vibration of power slipping up his arm and piercing to wrap his heart for a moment.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Apr 25, 2017 12:07:11 GMT -8
"Do you have a place in mind? I am incapable of teleporting, so get us out."
He said it through clenched teeth, focused as he was on evading the Guard.
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