Role-Play Snow

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  1. The Mighty BaconShark

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    OOC: I'm just typing stuff, no direction in mind but the flow of our mutual imagination.

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    When people imagine their deepest fears to come true, then they often will. Many of his opponents, the Crystal Reapers, died by his hand not realizing this. Their fear has always been death. He could tell it from their eyes when they crossed his path. The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there's no risk of accident for someone who's dead. Every single one that had the intention of breaking Crystals off, he told: "Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood." It was an old saying he was raised with. It was used to guide the ones who were dead, or were about to die, through the afterlife. The darkness was blinding, and many would not reach the Silence, the perfection. Only if one could traverse the unknown and darkness after death, one would find peace.

    Snow looked up, his eyes gazing across the snow packed landscape. The sun was shining, and there were not many clouds drifting above him. Next to Snow was a small stream of blood running down the hill. Tracing the stream up lead him to the lifeless body of the man he just killed. A so called Crystal Reaper.

    Crystals were very scarce around the world. They were often found in certain strong elemental area's, such as here, in cold snowy fields. The Crystals stood in clusters and glowed softly. Some say they were part of the world, and that the world shed tears if you would break off a Crystal. In most cultures it was considered a sin to break one. In others, they would grind them up to a fine powder and sniff it and experience a mind blowing rush, and get them addicted. Doing such would turn their skin a see through blue color.

    The reason they were harvested was because of their properties. They provided with an energy pulse, some called Magick. The Crystals powered airships and other machinery, but they were also used in weapons. If treated properly, you could shoot energy pulses from the Crystals. Or add extra properties to your blade. There were many uses. Needless to say selling these Crystals would make you an easy millionaire.

    The thing was, that Snow knew it was true. The Crystals were part of the world, and whenever a piece was broken off, he could feel the pain of loss in his heart. It made him very sensitive to being around the Crystals. He didn't know why he felt this way, he just knew there were only a handful of Protectors like him in the world, who hunted down Crystal Reapers. And he would keep doing so until the day he died.

    He sheathed his elegant and finely crafted blade, after clearing it from the blood from his now dead opponent. Snow inhaled deeply, brushing a gloved hand through his pure white hair. There were more around. He could feel Crystals breaking.
     
  2. Paladin_girl

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    Deep in the recesses of this crystalline field, a spire of light stood out amongst the walled clatter of thatched houses and snow-covered trees. Like most of Aknarius' homestead, the walls of the spire were a cascade of white, entrenched with golden spirals that kissed any stone that it touched. Crusts of snow hugged its edges, glistening as the sun smiled against it. At the top of this spire bulbed a golden shape.

    Within, a magician was working.

    The image in the mirror was startling.

    For hours, Celeste had undergone the tedious task of mending it. The maltreatment of material could have unprecedented consequences. This, she knew in her bones. In every fixing, her stomach rioted nervously, daring her to make a mistake. Now, after what felt like a painful shade of eternity, her work was complete. She smiled tiredly, budging up the loose nooks of her glasses onto the bridge of her nose. She was a tall woman, a cascade of auburn hair dipping past the bare curves of her lower back and wavering across the pale lines of her collarbone. Below it, the blue, regal uniform of the indomitable mages twisted and turned stiffly. The length of her sleeves wandered to the depths of her long legs whilst her slender arms folded brusquely across her ample chest. She was beautiful, but could not know it. No mirror in Orodine showed one's reflection. If it did, the damage would be horrific.Deep brown eyes surveyed the mirror with scrutiny. After Adept Jidaer's so-called 'mishap', the Arch-Watcher was unamused. Beads of dew had even dotted her white forearms.

    The mirror did not reflect this however. Instead, beyond the cold sheen of Crystal glass, the shadow of a person stood amongst snow. Gently tilting the glass, the image changed, instead showing a green, verdant field, rifted by a bubbling creek. Celeste smiled faintly before picking up her furs, quickly bundling herself into it. Picking up her staff, the Arch-Watcher yawned tiredly. The careful compounding of Crystal, glass and Magick was starting to wear her out. She was a woman, not three-and-twenty, yet she was beginning to feel like an old woman.

    That had been the third Mirror that had shattered – and it had not been merely an Adept that was at fault. Even the Masters were starting to make mistakes.

    How was that possible?

    Making her descent into the town, Celeste was desperate for rest, but instinct whispered otherwise. The streets were clammed with busy marketeers, their cheeks and noses pinking from the long, chilly morning. It was clear that unless they retreated home and away from their cold stalls, their new marks would not subside. Crowds of people crammed together, an uncomfortable humidity rising from their hurry to gain the best veal or freshest fish.

    Where technological Tulvur gaped its maw and the mystics of Nestil gazed to the sky, between sat the neutral-territory of Aknarius. The two nations that obviously warred over their opposing ideals always sought an approving hand from Aknarius, but they were always met with firm indifference. Instead, the passive nation turned to trading with both countries in an attempt to appease them. It was a bustling town always, but the traders made every attempt to hate one another quietly. Soon, Celeste suspected, Aknarius would not have the luxury of free choice.

    Celeste wandered into Aknarius' better-known taverns. Being midday, it was almost empty, much to her relief. The soles of her shoes trod softly across the empty cadavers of bears and wolves flattened out across the floor until she arrived at the mantle piece, where roaring fires glowered orange at anything it saw. She felt her skin already tingle from the welcome warmth of the indoors. Seating herself beside the hot stones, Celeste offered her trembling hands to the heat of the flames.
     
  3. Fraeyalise

    Fraeyalise Occult Obsessed Hopeless Romantic

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    Miri stared at the Crystal before her, unable to tear her eyes off of its beauty. The sun caught it just right when she leaned that way; or did it look more beautiful from this angle? After months of searching and research, Miri and her crew (or rather, the crew and their Miri) found this nearly untouched field of crystals. They were going to start harvesting tomorrow morning, after a night of celebration, but Miri wasn't one to celebrate. This was her first field mission that involved actual wild crystals. She didn't know how beautiful they were! Every time they told her about them, it was in the ugly, blackened powder form. But now, seeing one... It took her breath away.

    That was the whole reason she agreed to go on this mission- to see an unrefined Crystal. And now that she had one, the healer felt miniscule, unimportant. She reached out to touch it with a gloved hand. How... amazing. It was solid, yet... warm?

    Maybe if she brought a little bit of the Crystal back to their camp, she could change their minds about harvesting!

    Miri found an easy-to-break piece about as long as her hand. It wasn't hard to pull off, but once she did, Miri felt a wave of grief and shame wash over her. It was warm because it was alive, and she had damaged it! Why couldn't she have just brought them out here, instead of bringing it to them? Vainly, Miri tried to place the piece back onto the Crystal. She slumped in the snow, feeling so awful she almost started to cry. How heartless could these people be, to harvest these beautiful beings? Miri stared at the broken piece.

    What did she do?
     
  4. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow sighed softly as he was done with the Healing, his cheeks stained with frozen tears. He had mended the broken pieces the dead Reaper had taken, putting them back in their clusters. While groaning softly he got up, all his limbs feeling frozen and stuck. He wiped the frozen tears from his cheeks and jumped up and down a few times to get the blood flowing before taking out a small green bottle from one of the pockets on his belt. He took a very gentle sip and almost immediately his cheeks blushed red, and his grey eyes once again showed the awareness from before.

    The liquid was rare. Only a few drops would warm ones body and caused for faster wounded skin tissue regeneration. Sadly these effects only occurred for Crystal Protectors, as the liquid was water from ponds and lakes nearby clusters of Crystals. It would soak in the Magick and gave the water its properties, but only for those attuned to the Crystals.

    These side effects of being a Protector were secrets only a few knew about. Having spend a lot of time near the Crystals made them attuned to them, made them sensitive. It allowed them to mend broken pieces together, something no normal person could do. It also poisoned them. Spending too much time near Crystals poisoned the blood of people. They called it Crystal pollution, and could take months before it went into effect, and only when spending that time near pure clusters. Matters such as the Crystal water might have positive properties on one suffering from the pollution, but in the long run it shortened their lives significantly.

    So the Protectors carried this burden. They kept the Crystal Reapers away and healed broken clusters. Meanwhile crafting potions that enabled the poison in their blood to give them more powerful properties.

    Such as sensing people nearby Clusters.

    Snow narrowed his eyes, ignoring the cold wind howling past him. The sun was setting and was covering the snowy fields with a soft orange blanket. With his hand on the hilt of his sword, he proceeded to make his way through the snow, leaving only slight footprints in the snow from his rabbit fur covered boots.

    The night was falling rapidly in these cold parts, and Snow wouldn't be surprised if the visitors would sleep through the night. He couldn't be sure if they were Reapers, but knew otherwise when he felt a Crystal break. It happened a mile away, yet still he fell down on one knee and grasped his thick coat at his chest, his face clenched in pain. He could fail the pain of the earth, and he would have to stop whoever was breaking these Crystals. Determined he stood up and kept walking until he saw the tiny flickering lights dancing in the distance, indicating campfires.
     
  5. Fraeyalise

    Fraeyalise Occult Obsessed Hopeless Romantic

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    Miri stayed there with the broken Crystal until night fell. She could see the fires of her crew across the plain, a plain that would take her not ten minutes to go across. She didn't want to rejoin them, to be a part of celebrating something so horrible. They'd all been on these missions before, Miri realized. They know what beauty they're destroying and they still had the gall to come back out here. For what? Money? Money is nothing compared to these. And she had broken one.

    Every so often, Miri would whisper her apologies and try to put the broken piece back where it went, to no avail. The Crystal was still warm, but less so. Miri awkwardly hugged it, and thought as hard as she could at it, so it would know how sorry she was. It was silly, yes, but Miri didn't care. It was cold and she felt bad. She felt worse than she ever had.

    When the stars started to come out, Miri decided to go back to the camp. She said her goodbyes to the Crystal and put the broken piece in her pocket. If she couldn't fix it, she'd at least try and stop the harvesters she was with. If she was any sort of good person, they would not do this again.

    Miri turned around and came face to face with a man, taller than she was, with white hair to match the snow around them. He did not look happy at all, and Miri was pretty sure she knew why.

    Her crew would tell 'ghost stories' about these people: the Protectors. How they killed anyone who even set foot out here. The way those horrible people talked, Miri didn't believe them. The crew gave the Protectors supernatural powers and ridiculous strengths. Even with the magick of the Crystals it was hard to believe. So Miri left her camp with no fears earlier that day.

    And now here was one right in front of her, and here she was with a piece of crystal in her hand. She held the piece out to him, hoping to redeem herself. Maybe he could fix it!

    Miri tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat. "I'm sorry... I didn't... I didn't mean to..."
     
  6. The Mighty BaconShark

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    His cold stare looked down on her, his grey scarf covering his mouth. Even his clothing weren't colorful, as it was the perfect way to blend in with his surroundings. Snow looked at the girl, as if waiting for an excuse.

    "I'm sorry... I didn't... I didn't mean to..."

    Normally he would've silently killed this person for breaking a Crystal, as Protectors were not known for their forgiving nature. But something made him stop as he watched the girl extend the broken piece towards him. For the next few seconds he was deciding to strike or to stand down. Choosing the latter, he took the Crystal piece from her hand as it swiftly disappeared into one of his many pockets.

    His gaze went past her, looking at the campfires not that far away, hearing the booming laughter and sounds of glass hitting each other. It was obvious they were drinking and celebrating. Probably because they figured they would leave these plains as rich men and women.

    Snow looked back to this girl, wondering why he hadn't taken care of her yet. These days his instinct was all it took. Upon closer inspection, he felt that the urge not to strike this Crystal Reaper came from the Crystals itself. It felt like the wind whispering to him, telling him to stand down.

    "How many are in your group?" He asked her quietly. He might have spared this one, but he could not let anyone else go, as they would give away the location of this untouched, pure field of Crystals and come back with an army. Greed always came with an army. Armed with hate and packed with despair.
     
  7. Fraeyalise

    Fraeyalise Occult Obsessed Hopeless Romantic

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    His voice was deadly, and Miri felt like the luckiest woman alive. He let her live. For now, at least. Embarrassed and grateful, her eyes went everywhere but his as she explained.

    "There's about thirty-five of us right now, including myself. I-I'm really sorry... I've never seen a Crystal before... I've only dealt with the refined black powder. I didn't know what they really were, no one told me! They're going to harvest them all tomorrow, and I thought maybe if I brought a piece to them and they saw how beautiful it was I could change their minds.... I didn't know they were alive..." she trailed off when she saw his face. Miri felt like if she just kept talking, she could somehow justify her actions, but his glare chased her words away.

    "About thirty-five of us," she mumbled again, more embarrassed than before. She could just feel the heat coming off her face.
     
  8. The Mighty BaconShark

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    The moment seemed to linger on forever, as Snow nodded, his facial expression losing some of its hard lines. He believed her. It was a common happening, for people who came here to Reap for the first time. The feeling of using the Crystals and handling them so far away from their original state was completely different then Reaping them. Of course a lot of those people didn't care. Those were the types that could easily suffocate a bag of kittens if there were too many, or punish innocents just by hearsay.

    "The Crystals seem to believe you." He said again, softly. Snow grabbed her arm and pulled her away as he ducked, moving behind a small hill to be out of sight of the rest of the camp members. He looked worried. Thirty-five was a large number, probably one of the biggest Reaper groups he had ever encountered. His potions might give him an extra boost to his reflexes and strength, but he was still mortal. Usually he could take out one at a time and kill everyone before they even realized one of their own was missing.

    Thirty-five was a rather large number to do this with.

    But he had no choice. He vowed to do this job even if it meant dying in the process. It was just the moral question whether it was alright to mercilessly kill them or not. Compared to some other Protectors, who would get caught up in the moment, Snow did not like to kill. He saw it as a necessary evil. All he could wish for was that people experienced the Crystals like the girl did. But if they hadn't left yet then they wouldn't leave tomorrow.

    "Are you going to get in my way?" He asked Miri softly, his deep grey pupils staring at her intensely, trying to guess her true motives.
     
  9. Fraeyalise

    Fraeyalise Occult Obsessed Hopeless Romantic

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    His question startled her. Get in his way? Get in his way of doing what? Her own dark blue eyes met his and she almost understood. He was going to kill them all.

    For a moment, she felt a pang of remorse. Those people were her colleagues. They weren't really heartless, were they? But then... they knew what they were doing here. They knew how it felt to break apart the Crystals. And yet they could still come out here? The remorse was gone, and Miri shut her emotions down to answer him, to counter her love for her fellow man with the hurt the Crystals felt. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. "No. Do what you have to do." She hesitated. "If... If you get hurt, I can help. I'm a doctor."
     
  10. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow seemed fond of his silences, because he became quiet once again as his eyes seemed to try and guess her thoughts as he stared at her. He then stood up and tightened his leather finger-less gloves by pulling them down. With his hand on the hilt of his sword his mind was already eager to find a solution to deal with that many Reapers, and the best ways to kill them.

    Unless...

    He looked at the girl for a moment. "Do you happen to carry Frozen Mandrake root with you, or seen some along the way?" he asked, hoping she would say yes. Doctors would normally work with Frozen Mandrake roots as a sedative when operating on wounded patients. It was very powerful so they were only used in small doses, and were very hard to find. They were usually found in cold environments just like the one they were in. Her answer would decide the faith of the men and women celebrating nearby.
     
  11. Paladin_girl

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    'If you have time to sit there, you can have time to help me inspect something.'

    Celeste didn't turn at the sound of Watcher Taskir, interlinking her fingers together as she rubbed them gently against each other. It suddenly seemed warmer as the portly gentleman beside her squatted to pull them from the hearth, forcing her to look at him.

    No flame could melt the sudden ice in her glare. She remained silent for a moment, jarring her hands from the calf-leather gloves that held her. The Arch-Watcher gestured for her captor to speak. He raised a wringing wet rag to his bald head, patting it gently to remove the sudden dews on his skin. His small, green eyes peered at her, his greying, braided beard twitching in thought. The woman's face was damn near unreadable.

    'Reapers,' he grunted, 'just a few miles from our homestead. Wassoon is trying to teach them to be dogs with a stick.'

    There was the shadow of a smile. Celeste nodded for the Watcher to continue.

    'He failed, of course,' Of course he did. 'But we now need to destroy them before the Protectors find what we've done.'

    Celeste still said nothing. He was inviting for her to die in his stead. She turned to face the fire once more, extending her hands out to the hearth.

    'Don't you take pride in your work at all?'

    It's not my work that is at fault here.

    Celeste frowned; clearly this was Taskir's lack of accountability taking the place of logic. Watcher Wassoon had been an Adept until recently, Watcher Wassoon didn't know the Crystal methods at all, Watcher Wassoon makes the mistake of experimenting with things beyond his control. Watcher Wassoon turns to Watcher Taskir, Watcher Taskir is a coward by nature and enjoys the colour blue too much. Watcher Taskir turns to Arch-Watcher Celeste because Arch-Watcher Celeste is clever and knows what she's doing all the time. Watcher Taskir looks good for having turned to someone up to the task.

    And so on and so on.

    Celeste didn't bother to tell Taskir that she had never fought off a Crystal Reaper. She was a creator, not a destroyer. She could turn into one if she ever desired to, but then that would be too easy.

    The fire was so warm.

    Slowly, the Arch-Watcher stood and passed Taskir in a breeze of cinnamon. At the exit, she looked behind her and lifted her chin proudly.

    'My horse.'
     
  12. Fraeyalise

    Fraeyalise Occult Obsessed Hopeless Romantic

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    Miri's brow scrunched in thought, trying to remember all the medical supplies she had brought with her. Frozen Mandrake Root was rare, but she was pretty sure there was a small vial of it in the emergency first-aid box. It was only supposed to be used if someone got hurt and needed immediate surgery because of how powerful and awful to find it was.

    As for seeing any on the way, no. If she had, Miri would have probably forgotten about the Crystals until tomorrow morning, ecstatic to have found something so valuable to her. She always liked to think positively, but sometimes preparing for the worst is preferable.

    "No, I didn't see any, but I'm sure there's a little in my supply closet at the camp. I'll go get it if you'd like."

    She didn't really know how the root would play into all this. There wasn't enough for a fatal dose for everyone. Maybe to knock them all out for about ten minutes, but that's it. After all, it was only supposed to be used for one, maybe two surgeries. Her bosses, the ones giving out these missions and rationing supplies, didn't believe in 'Protectors,' and were convinced the worst injury one could get was a stubbed toe. Of course, none of them were from the medical field, and she doubted they had ever been somewhere this cold.
     
  13. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow nodded. "Please do. Meet me behind those trees when you got it. Hurry." He spoke softly, and gestured to the snow covered trees further away. They were barely visible, as the sun had set and night time was fully setting in. The gentle glowing of the many clusters of Crystals around them, caused for a beautiful sight as it reflected of the pure white snow.

    Snow had always found it beautiful and mesmerizing, but had long given up on trying to understand why some people sought to destroy such beauty. It was in the nature of humans, he guessed.

    As she turned around to walk away, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her slightly closer, his face close to hers. "Don't betray me. I will know if you do." He said, his eyes giving her a penetrating stare. He let her go and swiftly made his ways to the trees, strangely enough kneeling down at some bushes first before moving on again.
     
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    Safinas galloped snow against the fronts of his rider's shins, the crytalsong around them caressing the air. Movement winds flared up against her clothes, flowing behind her like a disenchanted ghost, flapping against all that they touched. Celeste reared Safinas to a halt, looking around slowly; she had never been to this part of the lands before, but looking closer, it was the same place that the mirror had replicated. The Arch-Watcher frowned studiously.

    So what happened to the man amidst it?

    Everything was beginning to make an uncomfortable amount of sense.

    Wassoon's interference had already summoned the Protectors. People were going to die.

    Celeste gave a sneer, the forest of Crystals murmuring as she plodded onwards, her staff at the ready, murmuring with quiet energy. Had there have been no other business in this place, Celeste would have loved to have observed the world around her at that moment. Every sound was so distant that even her own breath seemed afar from her body.

    She dismounted at an obscured spot, not bothering to tie Safinas down – the horse had a right to bolt if he saw danger. She was not about to relinquish his hope.

    Her fur boots crushed the snow quietly as she made her way through the glittering Crystal clamour, the sight of Reapers already infesting her vision. At least the Protector didn't get to them yet. Good. That would have been troublesome.

    She smirked faintly, pulling out a small shard from her pocket. It was the size of her palm, a gleam of whites and blues, circulating with potency. Gently, she tapped it with her staff, the sound expanding rapidly, singing like soft bells in the air. In her blood, she already knew that the Reapers were coming. Shovelling the shard into her pocket, she rose her staff, waiting in silence.
     
  15. Fraeyalise

    Fraeyalise Occult Obsessed Hopeless Romantic

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    Miri ran faster than she'd ever run. She crossed the plains without taking another look at the Protector or the crystal she had so ignorantly broken. The sounds of her camp grew louder as Miri slowed to a brisk walk. None of them could know there was something wrong. Miri wasn't very good at hiding her emotions, but she was smart enough to stay away from the more populated areas of the camp.

    As her own small tent came into her view, she was disappointed to see a group of doctors she didn't really know sitting right in front of it. With new determination not to be held down, Miri walked around the sitting group towards her tent, making no eye contact.

    "Miiiiiirrriii, come celebrate with us! We'll all be millionaires, and we don't even have to go out into the field! Come on, it'll be fun! We still have a couple kegs stored away!"

    She looked at the drunken man who addressed her with disdain. "No thanks, Thomas. I have better things to do." She didn't wait for a reply, and ducked into her tent.

    The supply box was kept in her tent for multiple reasons: she was honest, responsible, and they could trust her. Another pang of regret shot through her, and it just intensified the more she thought about what she was doing. Miri had never intentionally killed someone before, let alone a whole harvesting crew. And she'd never used supplies like this. They trusted her with these, and now she was going to throw their trust in their shadowed faces. How weird would it look if everyone was dead but her? And the root gone, traces found in the men?

    But... was it worth leaving them alive? Was the destruction of the planet really worth that? She settled on that justification and pushed it out of her mind. This was for the good of many. The greater good.

    Right as she found the relevant vial, Miri heard a bell. It was unlike anything she had heard before; for a moment, she thought it was all in her head. The confused cries of the people outside her tent told her otherwise, though. Miri was filled with dread as they tried to walk around, to find what made that noise.

    She had to get out of here.
     
  16. The Mighty BaconShark

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    His mind cascaded through a veil of thoughts. He drifted into a deep slumber as his surroundings shot in and out of existence, unsure whether he belonged there or not. A figured emerged from a thick fog, radiant cerulean and almost blinding to his eyes. The magnificence was overwhelming as the figure extended her hand and caressed his cheek gently. The touch was exhilarating, promising of successful future endeavors and strength to carry anything he so pleased.

    Yet it was suddenly all gone with a high pitched sound that lingered on in his head, cancelling his meditation.

    Snow blinked a couple times, finding his composure on the cold snowy floor. The small cauldron in front of him which he had gotten from his main supplies, was releasing strong vapors because of the herbs he had thrown in. It was a way Protectors used to meditate, to become more aligned with the Crystals, and become more successful at creating whatever they needed. But making potions often had other purposes, as well. His plan was simple, and would save many lives if that woman really had the Frozen Mandrake Root in her possession.

    He couldn't exactly say why he let her go, but he had learned to always trust on his instinct. It was a likely possibility she would betray him, and it would definitely make things harder, but not impossible. But if she did comply, and bring the root, she would save the lives of all of her associates.

    But now. He heard something. Felt something. The high pitched tone sounded luring, and he could feel the power of Crystals at work. There was a commotion at the camp going on, and from a distance he could not see what was going on, as the moon was crescent and did not provide sufficient lighting. With a quick motion he grabbed a small bottle from his belt once more, drinking it. After blinking a few times his gray pupils turned pure white. The edge of the pupil had now a black line going all around it. Snow shook his head and blinked a few times as his body adjusted to the potion. It wouldn't last very long, but long enough for him to need it.

    The figures in the dark became a lot more clear as he saw the warmth the bodies radiated as green figures moving around. Whatever wasn't alive and cold, was black lined in his vision.

    They were proceeding west of the camp towards the sound that got him out of his preparation earlier. With his sword drawn, he carefully made his way there, hoping to find a reason for this disturbance, hoping the woman did not betray him after all.
     
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    The Arch-Watcher advanced into the camp, the relics of pure Magick from her staff sifting into motion, heating the white floor below. It dissipated into the mud beneath her feet, a mist encircling her form like comforting arms. Loosening her grasp on the stick, she dropped the tip to the ground, to which it gorged, rising to become spikes that trapped the legs of any unfortunate soul that came close. It tore at the tents like an illuminated tiger, thrashing and ripping. As the panicked screams cascaded around her, Celeste's face was like ice, her form seeming more like iron than bone. It was proportionately blank as the shadows cast about her made her seem like a ghost than flesh.

    Like a wolf in winter, she pressed onwards, her eyes on the lookout for stragglers. Her intention was to trap them all; Wassoon wanted to kill them, cover up the damage. The idea was reckless and foolish – but at the sight of the harvested Crystals, Celeste's face glared brusquely. She turned the staff, crashing it into the closest person, the scent of drink heavy on his body. Sparks of yellow snarled from the weapon, scattering around assailant and victim alike.
     
  18. The Mighty BaconShark

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    Snow could see tents flying up in the air, and from the commotion he knew something was wrong. A strange sense shot down his spine as he ran, snow flying up as he dashed from cover to cover to keep being unnoticed.

    There was now complete chaos as Snow managed to get closer, his hands resting on the snow covered bark of a tree. He saw a woman wielding a staff and controlling Magick, but it felt different. The sensation was pure and unharnessed, raging about but yet wielded perfectly by this stranger. She hit the Reapers one by one, and some tents began to burn from the sparks flying from her staff.

    It was troublesome for his eyesight, that still revealed only the warmth around him. The fire was revealed as bright flashes, making it harder for him to distinguish between people.

    He could easily let this woman take care of these Reapers. Normally it would be an easy solution. Somehow he could not accept it, felt a disturbance he had not felt before. It was the same feeling that caused him to let the girl from earlier live. And now, it made him step out from his cover, his sword drawn as he stood near her.

    With a swift motion, he silently threw a dart at her which end was covered in a potent poison, causing the person being hit by it, to fall into a deep slumber for some time.
     
  19. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    As the spikes held the squirming Reapers down, the Arch-Watcher allowed herself the luxury of a short smile. She was satisfied; nobody died. They were trapped. That was the way of the worlds. A method of kill-or-be-killed in a terrible game of drafts.

    As she stood defiant amongst those that struggled, her posture raged with pride. Suddenly, the bells of the crystals dashed themselves against her ears, belonging to no Watcher or Adept. Her eyes momentarily flickered wide, glancing aside slowly, as if she were a deer before a torch. The form of a man came into view, shadowy and grim amongst the snow.

    Was he the same man who was in the –

    Something had lanced her neck.

    Celeste reached upwards, pale fingers touching the painful spot. As her feet began to numb, her only thoughts were of anger.

    'Oh, for the love of–'

    She crumpled to the ground, her senses out cold.
     
  20. The Mighty BaconShark

    The Mighty BaconShark I refuse

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    As the crescent moonlight was shining down its light on them, Snow moved rapidly to the woman and picked up her staff. It shocked his hand and he quickly tossed it away a couple feet, raising his eyebrow. He silently looked around at the squirming heat signatures and blinked his eyes a few times, as he noticed his eyesight returning to normal.

    He kneeled down near the woman and put two fingers at her neck, still feeling a pulse. He took out the dart and tossed it aside.

    She didn't kill anyone. Why? What was her purpose? Was she a Protector?

    The thought changed his stance. It was very well possible, as Protectors came in many shapes and sizes. However, they usually wouldn't wield Magick, as it would stand against everything they protected. Then again he had met a Protector who fell into a rich Crystal field once, where his body got penetrated by Crystal shards. The man said he thought his days were numbered, but on waking up his wounds had closed around the shards in his body and he could now wield extremely potent Magick.

    Luckily the man was a Protector and telling the truth, otherwise Snow would have had to kill him.

    He sighed. He couldn't know more until he asked her. He looked around, seeing the spikes keeping the Reapers down. Most of them were too drunk and had already passed out, others were just snoring or groaning loudly. They would have to wait. He picked up the woman and tossed her over his shoulder. Then he walked to the Staff and with a thick cloth in his hand he picked it up. He could feel the buzzing through it and it made him feel very uneasy.

    Snow walked further away, towards his own small hidden camp as he laid the woman down, tied her up with a strong rope so she couldn't move her arms when she woke up. He made a small campfire and started preparing a meal. He waited patiently.