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Post by Oz on Sept 24, 2007 2:46:01 GMT 9.5
Weiss stroked his endless, icicle beard as he gazed accross the silent snow. High atop his Ice tower, he watched the blizzards sweep the freeze for miles.
But something still bugged him. After his last meeting of the minds, with the young temple gaurdian, Weiss pondered, why it was the only temple in the region.
And so, for weeks and weeks, he had wondered and experimented with the idea of making his own.
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Post by Treijim on Sept 24, 2007 17:48:26 GMT 9.5
[Joining with Srafel, though there's not much I can do just yet]
Beside some nearby trees there stood that same youth with the tattered cloak, and he stared up at the tower, making no effort to conceal his location. From the distance between them, it was impossible to tell what expression Srafel's eyes had -- the only visible part of his face. And he stood and he watched, but did nothing else.
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Post by Oz on Sept 27, 2007 2:24:49 GMT 9.5
Anybody within a mile of Weiss' sacred looking tower, would now be able to see assorted junk and chunks of ice flying from the ledge high atop it.
Followed by Weiss himself, as he levitated his way down to the ground.
The blizzard was gone, the cold was at mercy, and the wind fell silent.
Sifting through the assorted survival gear Weiss had just expelled from his home, he piled all of the objects not Ice or Snow to the side, and suddenly clasped his hands above his head, staring at his tower.
The snow shook for miles, and the ice made a groaning noise. It didn't crack, but moved, as the ground formed itself to the tower, building more and more onto it. Within the minute, a thin antechamber had formed on the side of the tower at ground level, representing a chapel of some description.
Drained, Weiss slinked his way inside, content that his new idea would be magnificent.
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Post by Treijim on Sept 27, 2007 15:05:15 GMT 9.5
Srafel watched the entire process from his spot by the dead trees. He didn't show anything towards Weiss's construction, or his overly grandeur display of magic. After a minute of observing the tower from the ground to the top, he waited for Weiss to go inside and he headed for the door. His feet made no imprint in the snow and his clothing made no sounds.
Inside, he stood a moment to let his eyes adjust, and then he observed his surroundings. Clearly unimpressed, he walked down the centre, looking left and right for the old man.
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Post by Oz on Sept 30, 2007 6:41:27 GMT 9.5
In a wave of frost, a flurry of ice swept through the anti-chamber, likely knocking anybody inside to the ground. Followed by Weiss, who held a menacing icicle sword towards the room.
He soon easened his little blizzard, when he realised the hapless, yet unphased, interloper was Srafel.
"Aha!" He exclaimed in joy, if a little tiredly. "If it isn't the god-boy! Are you impressed? I built it all myself!" He said, moving about the room like a boasting child, yet with a firm grasp of self empowerment.
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Post by Treijim on Sept 30, 2007 8:03:16 GMT 9.5
"What's there to like?" Srafel quickly replied, with an edge to his voice. "It's cold and hard." He paused and turned to Weiss. "Like your heart. But tell me this, old man... What is it for? What will you do with it? Who is supposed to come here? How will you stop those who wish to... destroy it?"
He didn't waste anytime with small-talk, as is the way with any conversation with Srafel.
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Post by Oz on Sept 30, 2007 8:05:08 GMT 9.5
"It's called a home dear boy. I felt like renovations."
Stroking a deathly hand down the smoothened ice, Weiss mused. "A home. Fit for a king. No?"
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Post by Treijim on Sept 30, 2007 9:06:56 GMT 9.5
"No," Srafel said. "Not really. I hate to tell you this, but I've been ordered to destroy your home. I believe your agreement was that you could have only a single tower. Since you've turned on this, I will remove your addition."
He whipped out his sword and let the tip touch the icy ground, but he stood still a moment, his furtive gaze fixed on Weiss.
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Post by Oz on Sept 30, 2007 9:10:04 GMT 9.5
His fingers suddenly snapping like the crack of solid snow, into a bony fist, Weiss lazily turned his head to Srafel to deliver a mono-tonous:
"With whom is my agreement boy? You? I think not."
Firmly, yet with joking intentions, Weiss matched Srafels sword movements with his own icy blade.
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Post by Treijim on Sept 30, 2007 9:20:48 GMT 9.5
"Don't pretend not to know," Srafel said, tilting his head slightly to one side. "I am here on behalf of Nikhinah and he speaks through me. That is my purpose and my reason." He lifted his blade and rested the remainder of the grip gently on his shoulder, so that it pointed behind him.
"Would you argue with this, old man? Would you prefer to receive the sting of my explosive magic?"
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Post by Oz on Sept 30, 2007 9:34:09 GMT 9.5
With a sudden jerk, Weiss' icicle blade sank into the ground, and he snapped.
"You should show more respect for your supreriors boy! A lesson is in order here!"
Ripping his blade from the frozen Earth, the ground ruptured around them for several hundred metres. Then deafeningly, the ground exploded, as a stark white beast leapt out from within the white soil. It's fur bristled, and it reared itself on two legs, holding two enormous fists before it.
Weiss pointed his sword towards Srafel like a directional sign. The creature roared, it's face turning as red as blood, as it's fists glazed over in an ebony black. This was a legendary animal. The reclusive, and name lost, Snow Stalker.
Weiss shouted something inaudible, either gibberish or a long lost tongue, and the beast was upon Srafel.
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Post by Treijim on Sept 30, 2007 9:42:41 GMT 9.5
Srafel's eyes widened but he said nothing. Surely he never expected to be attacked by one of these, but his shock was short-lived. He crouched down low, spun his sword into a left backhand grip, and pushed the pommel with his right hand, thrusting his large blade directly towards the creature's stomach.
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Post by Oz on Sept 30, 2007 9:46:59 GMT 9.5
The Stalkers palm would recieve the blade, as it sunk into it's leather like surface, as the other swiped over at Srafel's head. The beast practically threw itself upon the young Avatar, as Weiss sealed himself into what could've been called an observation room. Watching the beast as it more or less landed on Srafel, he mockingly summoned a few razor sharp icicles into his hand, and threw them towards the fight.
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Post by Treijim on Sept 30, 2007 9:51:37 GMT 9.5
Srafel left his mighty sword in the beast's fist and let go of it. As the other palm came towards his head, he wrapped his right arm around the beast's wrist and leaped off the ground, as he had already crouched to prepare for a jump. He swung over with grace, using the beast's own swing to make the jump easy. He landed just beside where he was and jumped for the grip of his sword again with both hands, pulling at it with his body weight.
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Post by Oz on Sept 30, 2007 9:58:02 GMT 9.5
Twirled momentarily, the Stalker tumbled over, yet rolled onto it's feet, throwing massive chunks of snow and ice around the room as it did so.
Facing Srafel once more, the beast swept its bristling arm accross the broken snow floor, sending a cascade of freezing earth towards Srafel, who had likely recovered his blade.
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