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Post by Oz on Jan 27, 2007 7:38:58 GMT 9.5
Hidden in the mountains, a twinkle in a far wanderers eye, stood the magical home of Weiss. Summoned from the cold, an Obelisk of Ice, about the height of a two story house, yet still imposing, with a living quarters peculiarly carved into the midsection.
And there, pacing back and forth accross a protruding Ice balcony, was Weiss. His silver plumed hair trailing his steps in the freezing wind. Freezing to all but him, at least.
Looking and stepping back with aggravation into his annoyingly continuous living space, Weiss sighed. The chairs, tables, even his 'bed' he had created from Frost and Ice!
With another bored grumble, Weiss stared back out through the bitter bluster. A campfire or two dotted the horizon, travellers maybe. Or bandits. Either way, Weiss hoped they would move his way. The Peak of his Spire seemed to attract people that way...
He even looked forward to the next of those blasted royal recruiters...
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Post by Treijim on Jan 27, 2007 17:30:45 GMT 9.5
[Joining with Srafel]
Srafel stood near the foot of the spire he had seen so many hundreds of times, and he glanced back towards the campfires he saw. He knew how rare it was to find other living souls on this desolately cold island and so the fires intrigued him. He knew The Enemy's creatures did not need warmth, so the presense somewhat calmed him. He knew the majority of humans were not a threat to him, too.
He walked briskly to the door of the obelisk and rapped it with his knuckles, wanting to speak to the old man he had now known for some time.
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Post by Oz on Jan 29, 2007 0:13:09 GMT 9.5
With a little enthusiasm, Weiss decended down the jet of ice acting as a lift, and arrived at the 'door'. Waving his hand, the ice cracked and shattered away to present an archway in the spire base.
"In need of another cot friend?" He said, with a rather elegant, but not soft voice. "Get in here before you freeze."
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Post by Treijim on Jan 29, 2007 16:40:06 GMT 9.5
Srafel pushed in past the old man with a frown. He went and sat on a chair of his own accord, resting his weary legs.
"Ironic that you would invite me into a giant igloo 'before I freeze'," he said. "I don't need a cot. I need a cloak. Do you have any spare? I... misplaced mine."
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Post by Oz on Jan 30, 2007 3:39:37 GMT 9.5
Sighing, and waving a hand over the archway as the Ice crusted itself back to perfection. Weiss sat accross from Srafel, as the Ive floor rose up through the Spire, to the balcony half way up.
"Is this the misplaced as in lost? Or the misplaced as in 'A bear tried to maul me so I dropped it and ran'?"
Upon arriving at the top (more or less) of the spire, Weiss went over to a pile of clothing, and rummaged through. Ironically, they were all white, but he was searching for something in particular.
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Post by Treijim on Jan 30, 2007 6:20:58 GMT 9.5
Srafel had followed him up to the top and was watching him search.
"I misplaced it and it's gone. Don't give me any of those white ones either, will you? Camouflaging with snow may be your thing, but it's not mine."
He walked near the window by the balcony and glanced outside. "It's odd for travellers to come up this far, don't you think? This island is meant to be uninhabitable, yet some people still insist on coming here..."
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Post by Oz on Jan 30, 2007 7:42:30 GMT 9.5
Moving around the various furs, blankets, and what not, Weiss finally found some of his non-white collection.
"Yeah, it's some kind of great challenge. People insist on proving that they can survive here... although more than half the time it ends up to be because of me. Anyway, here."
He held up rather thick, and rugged, black bear hide. Worked into a cape that could be worn around ones shoulders.
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Post by Treijim on Jan 30, 2007 7:56:59 GMT 9.5
Srafel took the cape and put his nose to it and then he flung it over his shoulders and shifted it into place.
"Perfect," he said to himself. "Thank you." He bowed slightly to the man and then turned back the balcony. "We can go and tell them to leave, if you'd like."
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Post by Oz on Jan 31, 2007 6:16:39 GMT 9.5
Joining Srafel on the balcony, not bothered by the chilling breeze, Weiss waved a hand and flicked one of his hanging plumes from his eye.
"What would be the point? They'll learn soon enough when half of their party are devoured... or when they wind up standing where we are."
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Post by Treijim on Jan 31, 2007 16:24:40 GMT 9.5
"If they're devoured, what's left to learn a lesson?" He leant out and glanced at the snow down below. "I'm going to have a word with them myself anyway," he said, heading back for the stairs and seeing if Weiss would follow.
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Post by Oz on Feb 1, 2007 7:32:00 GMT 9.5
[The room is like a giant ice lift  ] Sighing, Weiss waved a hand in Srafel's direction, as the room lowered itself back down to ground level. Upon stopping, Weiss waved his hand, exposing the entrance again. "I suppose I could go for a wander..." From the wall, he produced his Crystal sword. It's blade shimmering darkly, as if it were frozen ink. Slotting it to his waist, he nodded to Srafel to lead the way. |
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Post by Treijim on Feb 1, 2007 18:17:30 GMT 9.5
Srafel nodded at Weiss and headed westward, where the lights were. It was only evening so everything was still quiet light, and the snow was beginning to turn a pale blue. The land was silent. Evealdinn was almost completely void of life, and very few people from the mainland even knew of its existence. It's mainly seen as an icy wasteland and nothing more.
"You think they could get hostile?" Srafel asked over his shoulder, glancing at Weiss from beneath his tattered fair fringe.
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Post by Oz on Feb 3, 2007 3:01:09 GMT 9.5
No more than a foot behind Srafel, Weiss shrugged.
"Depends what they're here for. Maybe they're just explorers set to determine they can survive out here. Or they could be Brigands in hiding. If the situation is the Latter, then they shall understand what cold is soon enough."
Taking a pacing lead, Weiss headed for the nearest of the campfires. Hardly a mile or so away.
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Post by Treijim on Feb 3, 2007 15:41:11 GMT 9.5
They neared what appeared to be a crudely erected campsite with rough tents about a few small fires, dimishing in the cold air. Atop a small mount and surrounded by trees, Srafel crouched low and observed the few people outside.
"You go in first and sheathe your sword," he said to Weiss. "They'll be less intimidated by you, and you could probably find out what they're doing here. If they make any wrong moves, I'll back you up."
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Post by Oz on Feb 4, 2007 19:23:42 GMT 9.5
Scoffing. Weiss turned to look at Srafel half in confusion, half in idium.
"They won't be intimidated by a huge man with Silver hair, and a massive sword made of Ice?! Alright fine... this will be interesting..."
With his sword buckled to his waist at the hilt, Weiss seemingly hovered into the campsite, putting out the fires as he touched down in the centre. Calling out to anyone around, he looked from tent to tent.
"Hello? Anybody here? Anybody dead? Anybody... sharing body he- um.. hiding?"
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