Through Fire, Through Ice (Closed)

[Serkonos]

Through Fire, Through Ice

Bright-Field has endured plagues and droughts. Now, they are mantling for a besiege caught in the merciless grip of frost and ice. The motley forces holstered outside the fortified walls of Bright-Field plan to cripple you by waiting out the winter in tents. Ryu, the king, is gone. You can no longer depend on him. If nothing is done, all Bright-Fielders will starve and the harsh canopy of ice that winter brings will blanket across the land. A few stragglers have hatched a plan to send scouts through a tunnel. Among the noble men and women is you. Your last choice is to venture forth, to your allies, and reunite stronger than before. The choice is yours, Bright-Fielder.

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[Serkonos]

Jebediah’s eyes throbbed as he peered out into the amalgamation of icicles that ordained the front of the circular tunnel like chipped teeth. Grime and mold smattered the front of the bars that once blockaded an attack against the Raiken. Now, the bars were deformed and sliced in half. Wind swept through the entrance of the tunnel and emitted a ghostly noise off the walls of the castle as Jebediah watched surges of snow whisking by.

Jebediah and the rest of the scouts were on a long slope of cobble and rock that had been exploded from the war with the Raiken. The tunnel leading out and through the walls was once submerged between two levels of the castle. It was a minor water source, so no one paid much attention to it when it was gone.

Jebediah coiled a rope in his hand hurriedly. He stopped to look up at the crowd circling above the clearing. Suddenly, every House was present, looming at the crumbling bank of cobble. Vanquishers, Ratio, Ashfell, and Draco. Jebediah didn’t particularly fit in with any of the groups. His ideals and morals blockaded any possibility of that long ago. Jebediah was a knight of solitude.

“I guess everyone’s joining the party,” Jebediah said under his breath as he continued to coil the rope, placing the grapple in his hand.

He picked up the remnants of his equipment and quickened his gait, eyes locked on him, to the tunnel. A tattered gray cape swayed in the wind behind him as Jebediah pulled up his hood. Plates of golden embroidered armor clasped to his shoulders, wrists, chest and wrapped around to his back. Jebediah eased through the gap of bars at the entrance, careful not to hit his claymore on the upper ones as he leaned in and ducked to get through.

He could hear his feet simulate a small echo each time he moved. He placed his hands on both sides of the tube until he met its end. Jebediah’s fear raced back to him as he scanned the top of the tree line. Jebediah made it worse when he gazed over the edge. Brush and rocks formed at the bottom of the castle's walls.

Jebediah started back towards the entrance, where several other scouts were still preparing for the long journey ahead. Varrik, from the House of Vanquishers, was a good colleague of his. He harnessed the power to control the Void. Jebediah hoped that the aptly named portal would be able to transport them to the bottom.  

[Commander Verrik]

Verrik Soulstorm

The air was cold and crisp. When the wind blew it raced across the skin and stung like razors. Verrik adjusted his hood to block the flakes of snow from touching his face.

The sky above was a mixture of deep violets and radiant oranges, with streaks of yellow splashed about it's surface. The creeping shadows spawned by the absence of sunshine behind the large clouds only further defined it's beauty.

Verrik performed one last examination over the scouts around him. Assuring that their gear remained in peak condition and that they all had plenty of rations and water to perform their tasks at hand.

Verrik then checked over his shoulder at the sound of heavy steps crunching snow. Lone behold it was Jebediah. He turned fully around to welcome him in his own special way.

Verrik crossed his arms and smirked slightly, before continuing on with his performance. Verrik then threw his arms out to his side wildly and exclaimed:

"Look what the great Gods above have graced us with! For untold centuries you've been away! Oh, how I missed you so! One more second with these morons, and your absence would have been too much to bare! I would have undoubtedly blown my own brains out!"

To which one of the laughing scouts that stands behind Verrik states in a teasing manner: "He's only been gone fifteen minutes!"

Verrik replies: "OH MY LORD! IT'S BEEN AGES THEN!"

Now that the entire group has had their laugh, Verrik stares at Jebediah's disinterested face for a bit before placing his hand on his shoulder, reassuringly.

"...Did you see something out there worth mentioning? Is there a way down from here that wouldn't draw too much attention to ourselves?"

Verriks face was now completely stoic. Survival of his friends and family was no laughing matter, but he would be damned if he would allow any of his comrades to lose morale.

 

[Crohm Cindersoul]

Adamus Cromwell

Commanded by his lord to join the group of warriors, he had no choice but to follow and by that time he knew it wouldn't end well for them .

The group consisted of normal soldiers and some mercenaries including him and a couple of demons.

Quite the unlikely band of warriors to see and it was quite a freak show in his opinion,yet he kept silent and followed the groups tracks not wanting too much attention.

''I hope this Actually ends well ....''

He mutters in such a depressing tone .....

His observation bore no great value in the time being and he was yet to be informed on what they will be pursuing,nonetheless he kept his equipment in check just in case a small scale battle ensues.

 

[Atlas Van Malice]

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Noire Solomon Van Crom

Staring at the weird clown person. Kinda scared sh*tless as I quietly try to gain as much distance from him as possible while staying in the group. "Creepy..."  

[Serkonos]

Ex ObIivion

Jebediah's eyes wandered restlessly through the scouts until settling on Ragnhall, who had proven abundantly enthusiastic and whimsical when the group met him. The exact specifics were not outlined as to why and how he mustered up enough courage to join them. Jebediah was hesitant to the idea of him tagging along. Then, he remembered that he was just like him once, too. Young, fragile, "the underdog" as High King Ryu proclaimed on meeting Jebediah. Ryu's arrogance was used for good and bad. At the time, Jebediah despised him for it. However, discipline practically made Jebediah into a one-man army. Speaking of it, Varrik stood with a sturdy and rebellious gaze as Jebediah hopped out of the tunnel and back onto the smushed cobble.

Out of courtesy and respect for the old blood, Jebediah flipped his hood back. Brown whisps of short hair, tangled and clumsy, swooped back. Blue orbs, enveloped in years of burden and gleeful happiness, masked his face. Jebediah was young, thirty-one, and the rugged outline of his exterior was stricken with an endless stream of hopelessness.

Jebediah always enjoyed the banter and witty comments accompanied by Varrik. It was welcoming. It made him feel as if he were with Garth, his good mate aboard the Black Dagger pirate ship. Jebediah shook the idea of taking to it, though, for it seemed trivial. Everything seemed trivial to Jebediah when he was dealing with the well-being of Bright-Field. He could feel the stress buckling down on him. Suddenly, he wanted to snap at Varrik for making the comment. For a moment, Jebediah felt a heavy load cross his shoulders, as if he were to truss Bright-Fied up by himself. However, Jebediah retained his composure, snapped back to reality, and realized it was a simple gesture of kindness. For all Jebediah knew, Varrik was trying to hold it together, too.

"Ha-ha," Jebediah laughed sarcastically, doubling up with a gleaming smile. "Good to see you, too."

Wasting no time, Jebediah took Varrik politely by the arm and walked him to the entrance. He pointed to the tunnel, where gusts of wind barreled through, and leaned over to inquire his acquaintance.

"The newbies won't make it," Jebediah said, holding the grapple and rope flat in his hand. "We need your power... We need the Void. The drop is steep."

Jebediah stared reluctantly for a moment, consciously making the decision to undermine his own intellect by saying something stupid.

As he said it, he expected an immediate retort, so commonly pinned with the stigma that all men held, "Do you think you're powers are strong enough to get us all through and to the bottom?"  

[Commander Verrik]

Verrik Soulstorm

Varrik allowed Jebediah to lead him to the entrance of what seemed like an old cave that lead to the edge of a cliff. The chunks of compact snow that accumulated far to close to the edge before growing too heavy for the cliff to support it, was soon found dropping from the cliff face for what seemed an eternity, disappearing with a light burst of white powder once it had collided with the mountainside. Powerful icy winds forced the cowl from Verriks head, chapping his dry lips immediately. Jebediah seemed to want Verrik to focus his attention to the edge.

"The newbies won't make it." Jebediah stated, his gaze still turned away from Verrik.

"We need your power...we need the Void. The drop is steep."

Jebediah turned to stare at Verrik for a bit. In obvious contemplation. Verrik patiently allowed him to arrange his words.

When Jebediah had decided to throw away the semantics, he settled with: "Do you think your powers are strong enough to get us all through and to the bottom?"

Verrik stood in silence. The howl of the wind was ominous, amplified by the echoes that resonated within the cave structure.
Without a word, Verrik walked to the very edge of the cliff. He then lifted his arms straight out in front of him.
He stood there for several seconds before a pitch-black vertical line appeared. Verrik then threw his arms out towards his sides, in turn tearing the portal open. The powerful winds howled in pain at the abomination of nature. The snowflakes that strayed too close to the portal were sucked in by a mysterious force.

Verrik turned his head towards Jebediah before returning his arms to a resting position, hidden under his cloak.

"This portal leads all the way to the bottom of the cliff, but we must hurry. I won't be able to hold it open for long. Fifteen-minutes at the most. Anyone who's not through the portal by then will be left behind."

Verrik tried his best to hide his heavy breathing. His vision blurred a bit and his heart raced. A few moments passed before he could regain control. This strain on his body pulled flashes from his memory. A boy. Young and full of life. A soldier. Then a monster. The boy was dead. William. This vision was followed by a splitting headache that Verrik was unable to hide from Jebediah. He pushed his right hand against his forehead and hunched over, borderline collapsing where he once stood.
The Portal warped in all sorts of ways before stabilizing itself.

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