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I saw the light fade from the sky
On the wind I heard a sigh
As the snowflakes cover
My fallen brothers
I will say this last goodbye

Grema couldn’t help but sing. Usually it wouldn’t occur to her, and the cyborg did not seem like the singing type. It would be a cold day in hell the time she would sing in front of another. But as she trudged across the land of Vintermyr, a beautiful snowy place, the song just occurred to her.

Night is now falling
So ends this day
The road is now calling
And I must away

Over hill and under tree
Through lands where never light has shone
By silver streams that run down to the sea

It was something her mentor as often sung in her presence, an unusual tune for a member of her native land, though supposedly he had lived as a travelling mage for a while before settling down in Bosco. Either way he had sung this whenever they had a moment of quiet together, repeating it so often that Grema should have felt annoyed, but instead loved those moments.

Under cloud, beneath the stars
Over snow and winter's morn
I turn at last to paths that lead home

But with his betrayal it just brought back bitter memories.

And though where the road then takes me,
I cannot tell
We came all this way
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell

Many places I have been
Many sorrows I have seen
But I don't regret
Nor will I forget
All who took that road with me

But here in the bright cloudless daytime, alone in the dead silence in the frost region, not even a breeze in the air its beauty was the greatest. Sheer coldness aside, it brought the song to the forefront of the cyborgs mind and because of the beauty and calm in the area, she felt not only safe to sing it, but happy was well. So she sang.

Night is now falling
So ends this day
The road is now calling
And I must away

Over hill, and under tree
Through lands where never light has shone
By silver streams that run down to the sea

To these memories I will hold
With your blessing I will go
To turn at last to paths that lead home


Her reasons for coming to Vintermyr were not all that unusual. She was on a hunt for ingredients for her inventions, as per usual. The one thing she had been recently on the hunt for is a power source. The usual power source for magitech was either larchima or a person’s magic, both horribly expensive in their own way. Her guild mates informed her of another possible power source, an ice crystal that grew in the area that had mysterious magical properties. While her source tended to be not always correct and drunk at the time, other had confirmed at least part of her story. So off she was.

And though where the road then takes me,
I cannot tell
We came all this way
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell

I bid you all a very fond farewell

Dice roll!

The member 'Grema Fen' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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#1 'Monster Dice' :


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#2 'Monster Dice' :

What she had been told is that within the area was a cavern filled with the ice she needed. It was then her guild mates had become quite mysterious, mentioning that the outcome might not what she expected it to be, but might instead become something better. Grema then had second thoughts about this quest of hers, but was convinced by her guild mates to go, a secretive smile on their faces. Beside a few of them the token Black Rose wolves seemed to give a wolfish grin. The cyborg had ignored it.

Now here she was, her pirate garb lined with fur and cotton to keep her warm, along with gloves for her human hand, earmuffs, and winter boots. Occasionally when the snow got too deep she would put on snowshoes. She was told the trip could be done in a day, and by the time and the directions she was given, Grema was almost there. Up till now the area had been peaceful with nothing bothering her. But as a cavern came into view, the engineer felt a sudden shift in the air. Before she would have ignored such a thing as unscientific and gone on as before. But the longer she lived in this magical country the more she found that not all is what it appears to be. So instead she prepared for the worst.

And she was correct to assume, for in the next moment she was besieged by a frost covered stag. Grema dove out of the way as the beast charged with its pointy horns, barley missing her. Grema righted herself just as the deer stopped its charge and turned around, four legs spread wide and head low, releasing a snort of frosty air to intimidate. Grema was hardly so. Of all things how could a deer harm her? She had recently faced off a hoard of monsters, the local fauna was nothing. Well, she had some backup for the other job, but it was just one measly animal.

Or so Grema thought. The beast charged again and thig time Grema was going to jump out of the way. But she had forgotten one fact. The scientist had forgotten she was wearing snow shoes at the moment, thus making it harder for her to move outside of a roll. So instead of jumping well out of the way of the animal, she got hit full force and went flying away, screaming all the while.

Fortunately while her front would be one large bruise for the next few hours (yay for healing effects) a large snow mound easily blanketed her landing. The cyborg then took no time to struggle out of the snow, expecting her enemy to bare down on her any second. But when she did get out onto firmer ground she was surprise the find that while the stupid deer was aggressively facing her, it was not charging. Grema took a cautious step forward, and yup, it snorted threateningly. Grema decided to use this temporary armistice to take off her troublesome snowshoes.

She had to test something. One second the woman was relaxed, the next she was springing forward in a rush of wind. Now it was the stags turn to brace for a hit, but it was surprised when it never came. Then horrified when it found that the human was instead sprinting toward the cavern. With a calling sound the stag quickly caught up to the slow human and swerved into its path. The human tried to go one way. The stag blocked it. Another way. Block.

Just as Grema thought, it was guarding the exact pace she was heading. Dammit, she hopes that it wont die from this battle. Grema hated unnecessary cruelty.

“Magitech Blast!” The cyborg called out suddenly, lifting up her mechanical arm and sending a ray of energy toward the creature. It hit, causing the elk the neigh in pain and roll on the ground. But Grema was impressed when it got right back up again and charged. Fully prepared for that the woman flipped out of the way and in the air she yelled “Magi Shift: club!” Causing an club to form from her mechanical arm. Before the beast passed her she took a swipe at it, causing it to keen in pain. Grema flinched.

The fight went on like that for a while, the male deer charging, Grema dodging and swinging an attack in the way. It never thought to change its attack or do something new, which Grema chalked up to it being an animal, strong, but still just an animal. After a while a giant bird and polar bear joined in, adding variety, but it was still useless. Grema defeated them using only her club. By the time they were on the ground in pain, barley able to move, almost 20 minutes had passed. Grema was rather exhausted herself. But the animals now had a look of fear in their eyes. Grema starred into them, then looked away, toward the cavern. She could feel their relief even with her back turned.

So she start toward the glimmering cave, the lowering sun making it all the more beautiful. After that hard fight Grema was excited to finally get what she wanted. Her steps slowed as the air suddenly became a lot colder. Like, hella colder. It went right through her fur lined coat, causing the engineer to start shivering madly. Suddenly the area turned a white and light blue mist with sparkles bounced off the sun. Grema reluctantly loosened herself to get into a ready stance. Then got the heck out of dodge as spectral claw like things tried to take a chunk out of her. She dodged and rolled out of the way, then got a look at her enemy.

It looked like a ghost of a Midi woman who had frozen to death, long flowing kimono, scattering long hair, semi translucent mostly in this mist, competently white and light blue. This caused her to be semi camouflaged in the mist but still visible enough for Grema. The ghosts weapon of choice seemed to be its nails turned icy claws. The cyborg did not want to get hit by those.

The thing screeched and flew toward her, its once beautiful and sorrowful face contorted by rage and ugly now. Grema dodged the first few swipes then parried, only to find out that the claws went through the club. Not only that, frost encased the item and Grema had to halt the spell so not to be frozen. “Tech Lightening Shot!” Grema yelled out and a sizzling bolt struck the creature, making it give out a horrible screech. The mist became a blizzard.

Then things literally began to change. Suddenly the snow beneath the cyborg hardened into ice, making her slip from the suddenness of it. The slip actually saved the woman from getting her throat ripped out by an angry ghost. But that wasn’t the end of it. The area around the joints of the genius’s limbs began to melt into water, form around each limb, then refreeze, immobilizing her. Grema’s mechanical limbs easily got out; her regular ones were still stuck.

The stupid ghost stuck and Grema’s mind was stilled in a horrible freezing pain. Her leg, not so much. It lashed out with the pain clogging her mind the danger of that action didn’t register. The leg didn’t meet anyling, and froze, while not making the pain worse it put Grema in a whole lot of trouble. “Shit! Magitech Smash!” That did the trick. The ice erupted, freeing her limbs and sending the spectre flying. Her mechanical leg was still frozen though, making movement harder. Even in her pain, a plan began to form. A simple but effective one.

Grema attached one device to another and threw them at the screeching she-devil at it approached the prone mage. Then she pressed one hot key, causing one of the small devices to encase the spirit in a round dome of glowing yellow runes. The thing screeched and scratched at the dome, while Grema was relieved that it even held it. She then began to power her leg up for an attack. The attack heated up the leg so that the ice melted, but if she didn’t release it soon her leg would explode. The cage was almost broken so Grema pushed another hotkey. The insides of the cage exploded with a blast, the ghost taken triple the damage from both the heat and a usually big bomb going off in such an enclosed space. The winter spectre wasn’t out of the heat yet though. "Tech Fire Shot!" Just as it recovered, it looked up and took a powerful fireball to the face. It was defeated.

The ghost looked and acted defeated, but still attempted to lead Grema away from her target. The poor thing was unsuccessful. Grema looked around in wonder at the glistening ice chamber. After a while she finally picked a magically glowing icicle. She first though she would have to break it off with her eye lazar, but the cyborg was surprised when it seemed to just break off at the touch of her human hand. Holding the ice, Grema could indeed feel magical power coming from it. The scientist would have to take it back to her lab and run more tests. She attempted to take more crystals but even with her lazar they refused to budge. Grema gave up and decided that for now this was the only piece she was going to get, which made her feel grumpy.

A surprise awaited her when leaving the cave. A rather large wolf was patently standing outside the entrance, and Grema immediately got into a battle ready stance. Her grumpiness also increased, she didn’t know if she could handle another fight. But instead of attacking the beast Grema recognized as the same types of wolves her guild mates kept as pets, Mire Wolves, gave her cliché puppy dog eyes and a cute whine.

“Shoo! I’m not falling for that!” Grema hissed out, and the stupid thing whined again. Then it got a devious gleam in its eyes and leaped at the engineer. Grema brought up her magitech arm in defense but to her surprise the beast aimed for the icicle in her hand. “Shit, no, I need that! Bad dog!” The beast didn’t listen to her though and Grema watched in horror as the icicle dissipated and reformed around the beast. It surprisingly gained magitech armor that looked a lot like the tech of her limbs except green, it even had cute goggles. The intention was clear.

“No! No dammit, my icicle! I want my ice back, not a pet! Arrrrg!!” Grema screamed out and the dog seemed to think it was some sort of game and bounced around her, yipping cheerfully. Grema attempted to once again get another icicle, but failed again.

She then gave up and went outside, then turned to fire the Mire Wolf. It’s armor held an area that was obviously meant to be ridden on, and beat was definitely big enough to hold Grema. The intimidating wolf sat and wagged its tail at the attention, eyes looking at Grema with adoration. The intention was once again clear. Nothing could resist those eyes anyhow. “Ugh, fine. You can be my… pet thingy.” Funny how just a few weeks ago she had a conversation with her teammate on how useless and pointless the idea of pets were, not she was stuck with a grey and white techno wolf. “Sigh… I guess I better name you… Ummm… Game Changer? Woah! Down boy!” Those comments were because the newly named gambit was launched himself at his mistress and started licking her face out of joy. This was the start of a beautiful relationship.

But a few people at her guild were going to pay.