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Bram leaned easily against the entrance as soon as it sealed up behind him. While the safety of the Harbringers headquarters was very pleasing, sometimes a gamer had to go hunting for practice- as well as treasure. Perhaps he could take out some yeti or even a Needlewolf. Etok the tracker, and NPC who he admired against all logic, called out to him, bringing up a store inventory.

"I have many fine deals for hunting, surviving a blizzard, and navigating your way through this place- a gorgeous wasteland, no?" He said with a thick accent. Bram purchased a compass, a furr coat, flint, steel, oil, and some firewood before setting out. He quickly came to a crag full of needle wolves, who's fur was so sharp it could wear away stone if they threw themselves at it fiercely enough. He crouched in hiding.

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Ramza stood at the cliffs, it was cold, very cold, he warmed his hands with a fire spell, he looked at his commander, "so where now sir?" he asked curiously, wondering where the man from before had went, it didn't matter though, less dead weight he figured.

Ishara watched the two men enter the domain of the mountains with a steady eye. It wasn't often that people traveled to Avernon, even stranger was a group, no matter the size, coming to the icy mountains. Unable to stand the cold any longer, Ishara stood up and prepared to go back into the headquarters.

Seras settled lightly on Asher's shoulder. Against the snow she blended perfectly; they however stuck out like a sore thumb. "There's no help for it, they are always watching. Besides the key is inside the caves. No matter what, we have to obtain it." The inside of the cliff was slightly warmer, sheltered from the blinding storm they could move more quickly. Hopefully, they could find it in these immense caverns. "Everyone, quiet." Asher whispered to his men but his voice echoed from many directions as if a group was calling out in imitation. He pointed up silently and as their gazes followed they saw huge icicles hanging precariously from the ceiling. Any abrupt noises could cause the icy spears to fall and impale them. There was a reason her majesty Serenity had chosen spellcasters to make this journey. Magic could be performed silently and would not attract attention. In the mountains voices or the sounds of combat... such as swords and other weaponry could carry far away. At least if only the Harbringers knew then they could possibly get out with minimal notice.

They came to a giant lake Asher stooped dipping a hand into the water's and laughed quietly. Turning back to the group he whispered. "It's warm." summoning up energy he stepped lightly on top of the water, and began running; his feet made light ripples on top of the water. As they got closer the wave of energy rolled over his skin sending shivers up his spine. "the key is close!"

Bram smiled, lifting up his hood. "Drown in storms." He intoned, and the room was quickly darkened with a black cloud. Several needlewolf hides hidden under the snow were flung into the air, sheets of razor-fur snapping like window shades as they rolled and twisted towards the intruders.

The trap was completely original, but the game was wonderful in that it always left room for adaptation, and this put people like him, who improvised even better than they learned, high on the rankings.

The air became chilled, Asher hissed as he tried breathing and felt pain in his lungs. At the same time the springs below the mages iced over sending cold pangs into his legs. In attempts to alleviate the cold he tried conjuring a flame, however it failed miserably. He looked up at the masked warriors but found they were experiencing the same problem. "Wha-" his voice croaked out into the harsh air around him. He couldn't summon his magic, it was some sort of barrier of the like he'd never encountered before. What could have summoned up a barrier to cancel out the magic of the highest caliber available to the Elite? Looking around quickly he feared they were all in grave danger....