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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2017 15:02:04 GMT -8
The man on the other side was an employee of the hotel. He bore in his hands a basket full of Sakandi fruit, and even a bottle of Sakandi wine. It was a welcome basket that should have been left in Fenrir's room before, but he'd forgotten.
Not wanting to be chastised by his boss, he had rushed to deliver it to Fenrir's room. There was a smile on his face as the door opened, but the blast of cold -- a feeling the Sakandi man had never felt before and seemed to burn him swept into his face, taking away his smile.
Then, before he could even react, ice was crawling up his legs, seeming to drill right to the bone as he himself was turning into ice. He screamed, the basket falling from his hands, delicate fruits breaking and the bottle of wine shattering in a cacophony that echoed off the halls of the Sakandi hotel as the ice ate him, ate him up until --
he was a statue of ice, frozen in terror, a look of screaming pain on his face. He looked, in fact, JUST like the ice "sculptures" the Frost Queen had once had in her own private garden upon the White Mountain.
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Fenrir Skargard
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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 5, 2017 12:13:12 GMT -8
Fenrir contemptuously smashed the frozen figure aside, shattering it with a single blow from his sword. The people here were weak, so very weak, to not be able to resist such a simple trick. But the Frost Queen was in his head....or the ring? This all started with the ring..
"What are you playing at....?" He growled angrily, glaring at the ring. He saw the ring as a challenge, its power would be his, removing it was not an option, for that would be defeat. And Fenrir had drank from that cup far too many times of late.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2017 13:38:34 GMT -8
The sculpture -- the MAN -- was destroyed, Fenrir's sword cleaving through it so that it shattered all over the tiled floors, the innards red like flash-frozen organs. Half of the man's terrified face had remained, and it stared up at Fenrir from where it had fallen onto the floor.
The scream, the shattering, the wine that was spilled, the fruit that lay about him, it caused several other doors down the hallway to open, and more Sakandi visitors to step out. They saw an angry wolf-warrior, growling to himself, and the shattered remains of a man, for indeed, the statue from the lower-thigh down still remained where it had been frozen.
The cold temperature could be felt as well, and screams began. One door shut hastily -- no doubt to call upon the guard and the hotel staff -- while another man stepped out. He began to speak in Ancient Sakandi, his hands moving in a specific way as blue energies began to glow about him. He was about 30 to 40 feet away from Fenrir, and it was obvious he meant to attack.
Whether to kill or detain would not be known...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2017 13:42:25 GMT -8
"You've killed him," the Frost Queen said with such pleasure in her voice as she appeared once again near Fenrir, sliding her hand down the arm that wielded the sword -- that wielded the death of the hotel staff member. "I remember how much I enjoyed your bloodlust," she spoke and pressed closer to Fenrir, cold but soft, her lips playing at his lupine ear.
As the doors opened and the people screamed at Fenrir, the Frost Queen purred with pleasure. "Kill them, too," she urged him, slipping around to his other side, her long, snow-soft hair drifting and wrapping around him in pale tendrils, as she guided his hand to point in the chanting Sakandi man's direction.
"Just wish it, Fenrir. Wish him gone," she urged him, the breath of her tickling at his ear. "Hurry, or he'll kill you instead."
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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 6, 2017 10:42:00 GMT -8
Fenrir took it all in at once, the shatter, the appearance of several patrons and the mage, winding up some strange magics that Fenrir had yet to experience. The Frost Queen guided his hand, with him once again, and once more everything was simple. Kill or be killed, the oldest law followed by all beings, mortal or not.
His clawed, metal arm glowed with the cold blue light of its embedded runes, and a flash of blue lightning would momentarily connect the two, before freezing the Sakandian solid.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 15:29:21 GMT -8
Unbeknownst to the patrons, a tiny girl with bee wings, barely 5 inches tall, flew through the doors and around the hotel seeking something. She had heard rumors of a cat-sized creature in Sakand and, being the curious type, decided to investigate.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 15:40:06 GMT -8
The bee child might be careful - being as small as she was, she might take the interest of whatever it was that was prowling around. And it happened to be around the hotel this evening, darting around the shade with eyes on the prize... in a way. The creature carefully trailed after it's prey - a desert mouse, scampering around the place.
It took off across the main entryway with a series of squeaks, and the animal raced afterwards with eyes trained on it - making itself visible before it disappeared under several chairs and around the corner to continue chasing after the mouse.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 15:43:26 GMT -8
The fairy noticed the cat-like creature dive under the chairs after the mouse, her hands cupping her mouth in shock, before she flew down underneath to get a closer look. Cautiously, she began silently casting a spell, just in case.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 16:06:55 GMT -8
The cat zipped out of sight, and there was one more squeak from the mouse while the pair of them were around the corner. The creature would return at a more leisurely pace, the animal latched in his jaw and no longer moving.
It turned it's head and looked directly at the fairy, despite the fact the eye sockets were hollow and bore nothing in them save a view of the skull. The tail flicked hard in anticipation - it was clearly tempted to pounce upon the tiny thing with wings. The paws began to flex.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 18:23:51 GMT -8
Without a moment's hesitation, the fairy put its hands up defensively. Suddenly a golden bubble appeared around the cat, lifting up and holding it in the air. The bubble molded and moved with the cat's own movements, but always bounced back to its spherical shape afterwards. The fairy looked at the cat with a grin before floating out from beneath the chair, gesturing for the bubble to follow. Sure enough, it did, and took the cat with it as well.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2017 20:32:46 GMT -8
The cat was caught in a bubble, and unable to do much but float there - pawing at the walls of it's cage and yowl in distress.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2017 11:47:09 GMT -8
The fairy looked down at her note to see where she was supposed to take the creature for a reward, not paying much attention to the world around her as she did so.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 10:37:32 GMT -8
to Honi and the Mummy Cat!
By the time the bubble was cast around the cat, hotel servants had noticed the little ruckus. Given the frequency of magic within Sakand -- and assuming that this must be the work of some djinn or noble children -- a servant of the hotel saw them and rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"Shoo," she said to them, hedging them toward a door that led to the streets outside of the Jade Mist Hotel. "Shoo, shoo, go on," she said in Sakandi, urging them to get out of the business that had other things to attend to.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 10:49:58 GMT -8
To Fenrir (to a situation that happened before the fairy and cat arrived) the Sakandi man tried to fire off his spell, but the pulsing magic of Fenrir, not just from his runes but also from the power of the ring ripped through the Sakandi spell like tissue paper and slammed into the chest of the native. Ice began to conquer him swiftly and painfully, freezing his skin until it tightened on his muscles and bones painfully, keeping him in a state of shock until he was a statue... ... a statue unbalanced. He teetered backward, caught in an unsupportive stance, and as his frozen body collided with the mosaic tile of the Jade Mist Floor, it shattered, his innards as frozen as his outtards. By then, the noise of approaching guard could be heard, summoned quickly with teleportation djinn. A Sakandi voice could be heard speaking through out the hotel, and suddenly, from around the corner floated two djinn who looked upon Fenrir with glee.  Their hands glowed blue and a magical ward came up all around the hallway, down at one end and down at the other, caging Fenrir in. They waited, and they seemed to be excited that something violent was happening in Sakand.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 11:58:00 GMT -8
The Frost Queen's delighted laugh was like music in Fenrir's ears, watching the second man fall over and shatter into pieces. She pressed to the wolf-warrior's back, her arms coming around his middle to rest her palms on his chest. Where she touched his armor, it frosted all around, delicate tendrils of ice forming along his armor and crystallizing in his fur.
"Haven't you missed this?" She asked him with a whimsical sigh, then lifted her head with the djinn appeared. "They have power," she told him, then seemed to rise on her tiptoes over his beck where her teeth bit teasingly at his ear and her lush mouth was just there. "But you have more."
This time, she didn't direct him on what to do, but the ring upon his metal finger began to glow like the Northern Lights.
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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.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Apr 17, 2017 4:58:00 GMT -8
Purpose. That thing he had been searching for all along. He had not found it as a mercenary, or exploring the sights of the world. Fenrir had a purpose, always had, just one he had tried to suppress. He was a fighter, a hunter at heart, and the Frost Queen had once again provided prey. Just as she always had. Now there was no tribe to worry about, and he had long ago made peace with his own death. So be it.
"They are naught but prey to me, Queen." He growled to what he was fairly certain was an illusion now, but it was real to him. Runes lit up along his metal arm, matched with those along his blade as he walked forward, slamming his sword into the ward to shatter it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 17:40:22 GMT -8
The sword slammed into the ward, but it did not shatter it completely. Indeed, the power of Fenrir made ice spiderweb over one side of it, and it did weaken it, but one blow did not break it entirely.
The Djinn, however, lost their smiles at the threat of Fenrir's power, and their glowing blue hands quickly worked. Like crushing walls, the wards began to come closer to each other, the magic even shoving decorative paintings, tapestries, tables and vases toward Fenrir as well.
They also began to chant, heating the wards until they began to burn bright like steel.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 17:43:32 GMT -8
She floated as light and comforting as a cloak around Fenrir's shoulders, her head resting on his shoulder, her long ans glittering hair swaying all around them.
When his blow did not shatter the wall in one go, she let out a laugh! "Stronger than we thought..." and her humor faded as the heat began to turn up, and the walls began to shove forward.
"Fenrir..." she said, ice forming where she touched him, her voice slightly panicked. "Get us out!" She commanded.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 19:30:12 GMT -8
to Honi and the Mummy Cat!By the time the bubble was cast around the cat, hotel servants had noticed the little ruckus. Given the frequency of magic within Sakand -- and assuming that this must be the work of some djinn or noble children -- a servant of the hotel saw them and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Shoo," she said to them, hedging them toward a door that led to the streets outside of the Jade Mist Hotel. "Shoo, shoo, go on," she said in Sakandi, urging them to get out of the business that had other things to attend to. The fairy rolled her eyes right back. She was accustomed to humans treating her differently because of her size. With the cat and bubble in one of her hands, she fluttered out of the building towards the city limits to hurl the cat into the nearest sand dune. |
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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.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Apr 18, 2017 5:02:20 GMT -8
"You would flee again? I fought worse before meeting you, before that enchanted metal took my arm and made it into this mockery..."
He howled in rage, backing up and turning to smash through a wall with ease. If he could not take then head on he would flank them. Wolves did not have a sense of honor, they had a sense for hunting, fighting was no more than a means to an end. His metal arm grew bright with the intensity of the power coursing through it, and he belatedly realized he should have used it to break the ward, not his sword.
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