Wizards: Kihia, Axilmeus Steel, Aegiel and Linxwire
Aegiel sneezed. Paused. Shivered. Paused. Shuffled forward a few inches. Sneezed.
He hated the cold.
It wasn't long ago that he'd received a notice from Kihia, requesting a reunion after Aegiel's extended absence from the guild. The Fatewalker was getting ready to head back anyway, and saw the invitation as the perfect excuse to do so. What he wasn't aware of was that said reunion took place on a god-forsaken glacier in all it's teeth-chattering, toe-biting, tongue-freezing glory.
And to top it all off, Aegiel's wagon broke down.
Granted, they were less than half a mile from the village gates, but Aegiel calculated that a frozen wizard moving at about three times the speed of a snail would make it there in about.... two weeks.
At least there weren't any frost giants around. Meep wouldn't have let them sneak up on them unannounced. Never mind the fact that they weren't the sneakiest of fellows to begin with.
It was getting really cold.
"K-K-Kihia? X-Xavier? Cy-Cyrus? S.O-O.S!" Aegiel felt Meep trembling, huddled around his neck for warmth. He shrugged his jacket as high on his body as he could without exposing himself to the chill wind, praying the little snake wouldn't freeze to death before he reached town. Aegiel rattled off a sigh that coalesced around his head in a cloud of vapor, bringing him a small measure of warmth. The mage set his teeth and trudged forward, trusting that his uncanny luck would save him. Preferably in the form of one of his companions' wagons...
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Not ten feet away from the struggling mage, a white rabbit could be observed. Upon close inspection, one might notice that its eyes were an uncanny shade of violet, and they were focused on Aegiel with the intensity of a predator viewing a particularly mouth-watering meal just out of reach. Lucky for our violet-eyed friend, this particular morsel had legs, and it wasn't too long before-
CRUNCH!
A wagon emblazoned with the Lamia Scale crest rolled steadily toward its destination, headed straight for Aegiel. A very flat and dying rabbit with violet eyes lay twitching in its wake, deep in thought. It could swear that the wagon hadn't been there just moments ago... The bewildered bunny thought for a moment longer, then twitched its last. Its body was soon buried in a blanket of white snow, a burial for the rabbit that never knew it was doomed the moment it set its sights on the fortunate Fatewalker.
- Spoiler:
- Job: Giants of the North!
Rank: B
Player Requirements: minimum of 2 B-rank mage, one C-rank may also participate if 2 B-Rank mage are present. Minimum of 25 posts. 325 words per post minimum.
Job Requirements: Protect the village. Each building destroyed will decrease the reward by 20%
Job Location: Silent Glaciers
Job Description:
Huge humanoid entities have appeared near the Silent Glaciers. They are presumed to be giants that were frozen in the ice for centuries. Now they are confused and frightened by their new surroundings and are destroying village after village. Now a critical ore mine is being threatened and your job is to stop the giants before they destroy the mining town. The townspeople have gathered as much money as they could to make their request more attractive.
Warning: they will need time before they arrive, but their presence has disturbed many other ancient creatures.
Enemies:
Normal;Treetraniacs – Ancient living trees. They can’t move from where they are, but look like ordinary pine trees. Their needles can be razor sharp and may be launched as projectiles. These creatures are usually peaceful unless they feel hostility of any kind.
Strong; Glacial Wolves – These beasts are adept hunters and will aim for any potential pray. They do not shy away no matter what and are found in packs of 6-8 individuals. Their fangs can tear through even toughened armor and their saliva will freeze anything it touches. It is impossible to escape these predators, so fighting them is the only way.
(Boss) Frost Giant – The humanoid giants causing all the havoc. Their origin still unknown you must be weary of them. Their attacks may be slow, but they are heavy and will damage near-by constructs. They carry large hammers that they use as a weapon. Diplomacy is not an option. They appear in groups of 3 and can be seen from afar. Even A-rank mage are weary of these beings
Abilities:
Ice Magic B-rank:
Spike Impact – the moment the hammer impacts with any surface, spikes of ice shoot up from the area around it (15 feet).
Frosty Breath – The giants inhale deeply and then blow out an icy wind that freezes what it comes into contact with.
Reward: 15,000 Jewels
Aegiel sneezed. Paused. Shivered. Paused. Shuffled forward a few inches. Sneezed.
He hated the cold.
It wasn't long ago that he'd received a notice from Kihia, requesting a reunion after Aegiel's extended absence from the guild. The Fatewalker was getting ready to head back anyway, and saw the invitation as the perfect excuse to do so. What he wasn't aware of was that said reunion took place on a god-forsaken glacier in all it's teeth-chattering, toe-biting, tongue-freezing glory.
And to top it all off, Aegiel's wagon broke down.
Granted, they were less than half a mile from the village gates, but Aegiel calculated that a frozen wizard moving at about three times the speed of a snail would make it there in about.... two weeks.
At least there weren't any frost giants around. Meep wouldn't have let them sneak up on them unannounced. Never mind the fact that they weren't the sneakiest of fellows to begin with.
It was getting really cold.
"K-K-Kihia? X-Xavier? Cy-Cyrus? S.O-O.S!" Aegiel felt Meep trembling, huddled around his neck for warmth. He shrugged his jacket as high on his body as he could without exposing himself to the chill wind, praying the little snake wouldn't freeze to death before he reached town. Aegiel rattled off a sigh that coalesced around his head in a cloud of vapor, bringing him a small measure of warmth. The mage set his teeth and trudged forward, trusting that his uncanny luck would save him. Preferably in the form of one of his companions' wagons...
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Not ten feet away from the struggling mage, a white rabbit could be observed. Upon close inspection, one might notice that its eyes were an uncanny shade of violet, and they were focused on Aegiel with the intensity of a predator viewing a particularly mouth-watering meal just out of reach. Lucky for our violet-eyed friend, this particular morsel had legs, and it wasn't too long before-
CRUNCH!
A wagon emblazoned with the Lamia Scale crest rolled steadily toward its destination, headed straight for Aegiel. A very flat and dying rabbit with violet eyes lay twitching in its wake, deep in thought. It could swear that the wagon hadn't been there just moments ago... The bewildered bunny thought for a moment longer, then twitched its last. Its body was soon buried in a blanket of white snow, a burial for the rabbit that never knew it was doomed the moment it set its sights on the fortunate Fatewalker.