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genessia2017-11-03 12:32 pm
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Silent Night, Deadly Night
WHO: Winter Schnee, Metal Man
WHAT: A frost mage has been wreaking havoc in Fayren. Tired of waiting for a bounty hunter to deal with it, Winter resolves to take of the matter herself. And there's also a robot involved.
WHEN: November 3, 2017
WHERE: Fayren
The first Winter heard of the troublesome ice mage was in the newspaper. She was disturbed that she hadn't caught wind of his murderous activities until that very day, and after posing a few queries of her own, learned that the crime scenes were nowhere near the castle. As such, it was out of her jurisdiction. Still, she resolved to keep an eye on the matter as well as the bounty boards. Certainly one of the many bounty hunters would take action and bring the culprit down, and though Winter doubted she would have been approached personally to assist, she was prepared to offer assistance nonetheless.
But days passed, and the culprit remained at large, his bounty unclaimed. Understandable, she supposed, given the state that the city was in. She didn't like it, but the matter would surely be resolved once the monsters were gone and the world returned to a state of calm.
That didn't happen either. So be it. In the evening hours, Winter conducted her research, learning details of the criminal's appearance, patterns, and targets. Then, when at last her personal day was granted, she arose precisely at 6 a.m., showered, dressed, and took up her sword, departing her quarters at exactly 6:30 to begin her work.
The sun hadn't yet risen, and frost tipped the blades of grass as Winter followed the directions she'd committed to memory. The mage didn't live in town, and tracking him would surely pose no difficulty for her...not with the ghostly white Beowulf she'd summoned, snuffling through the frozen grass. It loped ahead when it caught the scent, then bent its snout to the ground once more whenever the trail grew faint.
Winter allowed herself a small, pleased smile. Why fight ice with fire, when she was already so accustomed to the cold? This fool wouldn't stand a chance.
WHAT: A frost mage has been wreaking havoc in Fayren. Tired of waiting for a bounty hunter to deal with it, Winter resolves to take of the matter herself. And there's also a robot involved.
WHEN: November 3, 2017
WHERE: Fayren
The first Winter heard of the troublesome ice mage was in the newspaper. She was disturbed that she hadn't caught wind of his murderous activities until that very day, and after posing a few queries of her own, learned that the crime scenes were nowhere near the castle. As such, it was out of her jurisdiction. Still, she resolved to keep an eye on the matter as well as the bounty boards. Certainly one of the many bounty hunters would take action and bring the culprit down, and though Winter doubted she would have been approached personally to assist, she was prepared to offer assistance nonetheless.
But days passed, and the culprit remained at large, his bounty unclaimed. Understandable, she supposed, given the state that the city was in. She didn't like it, but the matter would surely be resolved once the monsters were gone and the world returned to a state of calm.
That didn't happen either. So be it. In the evening hours, Winter conducted her research, learning details of the criminal's appearance, patterns, and targets. Then, when at last her personal day was granted, she arose precisely at 6 a.m., showered, dressed, and took up her sword, departing her quarters at exactly 6:30 to begin her work.
The sun hadn't yet risen, and frost tipped the blades of grass as Winter followed the directions she'd committed to memory. The mage didn't live in town, and tracking him would surely pose no difficulty for her...not with the ghostly white Beowulf she'd summoned, snuffling through the frozen grass. It loped ahead when it caught the scent, then bent its snout to the ground once more whenever the trail grew faint.
Winter allowed herself a small, pleased smile. Why fight ice with fire, when she was already so accustomed to the cold? This fool wouldn't stand a chance.