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| Roaming through the Bog; Private Sujin | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 5 2008, 07:54 AM (134 Views) | |
| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Dec 5 2008, 07:54 AM Post #1 |
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Regions like these had never been to Ivar's liking. His chief dislike of this region was the stench that hung over the bog, but there was also the rain that never seemed to stop. Overhead storm clouds were swirling overhead, blanketing the area in a near constant rain. It was a great irritation for the Viking Warrior, who had found himself, camped out near the entrance of an ancient barrow. The Norseman was sitting against the stone surface of the barrow, his gaze aimlessly looking about the surrounding area. He was under a slap of rock that stretched out towards the east, which provided some level of shelter. Despite where he sat, Ivar was still thoroughly soaked. Earlier in the day, Ivar had braved the falling rain and walked some distance until the cold started to get to him. Life had been rather slow moving for the Norseman as of late. Recently the fort had been razed and the few people who had lived there had scattered. Now he was homeless, but he was on a hunt for good land, the prime reason he was roaming out here in the first place. He was focused on his goal, his hunt for a good stretch of land to live on. At the time a good amount of his belongings were with him, Skrugga hanging from his hip, Dragoncleaver strapped across his back, and demon stinger slipped into his boot. His cool blue gaze shifted over the surrounding area and at the sky above. "When will this accursed rain stop..." He said to himself, not expecting that anyone around would hear him talking to himself. |
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| Sujin | Dec 5 2008, 09:18 AM Post #2 |
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Damn rain, it was everywhere in this place, and no matter how long he walked or how long he waited, it never let up. I mean, of course he could just increase the heat in his area and make it so the rain evaporated before it touched him. But the fang had to be careful; the area he was in was a swamp and a bog. Places like this had a tendency of being rather… a blast if one wasn’t careful. So the fang had to be careful, not to ignite the gasses and such. The results of his attempt at keeping the water off him, was well not a complete failure but it wasn’t a complete success. So if the young immortal hated the rain so much? What the hell was he doing out here then in the first place? If one were to look at his right hip, then you’d see the answer. Sujin had just come from some temple in these lands, searching for a legendary mystic sword. Ashmorne, a blade from a time long ago, from a time when Unlowan was still just a hatchling, made from a metal and blessed, imbued with everything that is flame. Said to be one of the 4 mystic swords from times past, the only one that still existed. Proud of himself, the Fang marched forward even though his clothing was soaked with water, too cautious to heat himself up. After an unknown amount of miles traveled, Suj got fed up with his current state, and began looking for trouble. Most would ask “Why don’t you just transform and fly the hell out of there?” Well that’s an easy enough question to answer. For Sujin to transform into ether his draconic or dragon forms, he needs to release an increasingly intense amount of he energy to transform. And well... as stated above, flame + gases = explosion. It wasn’t long however, until Sujin found what appeared to be a shelter made by some people long ago. And of course the Fang headed that way, ready to get the hell out of this rain, if only for a moment. |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Dec 5 2008, 09:38 AM Post #3 |
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Ivar is a very alert man and he was quick to notice the presensce of another in the area. What brought Ivar's attention towards the being was the sound of feet sloshing through the water logged earth, which he knew would either be from man or beast. It bought the Norsman on his guard, His hand slipping down to his waist to the sword that was hanging from his hip. Skrugga's surfce managed to shine somewhat despite the dreary surroundings, it's golden surface reflecting some light. From where he sat, the norseman looked over the being approaching. At the time, Ivar was not in the mood to deal with anyone particularly infuriating; doing so would result in unneeded stress and possibly adding a body to to barrow."If you are not friendly, keep on going" Ivar said, speaking loudly. He wasn't about to share this shelter with anyone that was likely to gain his ire. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Sujin | Dec 5 2008, 02:37 PM Post #4 |
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I’d be an understatement to say that Sujin wasn’t annoyed by the fact that it rained so damn much, let along that he was soaked to the bone and couldn’t do anything about it. Many times did the thought of just setting this entire area ablaze engulfing it in a black flame until nothing would ever exist here ever again. Yea, just start burning shit and let the gods sort it out later. So what was stopping him from doing such? Well… in his time Sujin has come to realize that he can’t just do things on the spur of the moment. Who is to say that some tribe or clan of people don’t live here? That these people preferred the rains over a dry day, the Fang didn’t want to torch the place just because he felt uncomfortable. It’d be like them coming to Preah and freezing it over because they didn’t like the temperature there. Sloshing forward, his golden hair matted down over his face, Sujin continued onwards until he got closer to the shelter of rock. And as he grew closer, the young immortal noticed a faint light and the outline of a humanoid frame. The temperature around him began to rise and focus on his right hand. The fang caught himself and the heat quickly died down, instead his right arm reached for his hip gripping the ornate handle of Ashmorne. Sujin went to draw the blade from its rather plain sheath only to be halted, stilled by the words of the figure deep within the shelter. Removing his hand from the ancient steel at his hip, he answered the words of whoever called to him. “Who the bloody hell would be friendly in these damned rains. I ant aimin to cause no trouble, jus move ova n share the shelter ya? Pretend I ant ere fer all I care, but I’m comin in fa damn sure.” Irritated, but he meant no harm. So forward still Sujin walked running his fingers through his hair so whoever was in the stone shelter could see his face. |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Dec 7 2008, 04:08 AM Post #5 |
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Ivar's hand left the handle of Skrugga, albeit hesitively. However, out of habit his hand stayed near the handle of the enchanted Blade, just incase some foul creature of the night came knocking for him. He meant no threat towards the being approaching, just to whatever or whoever might be lurking in the bog. In places like these, Ivar was always on his guard, the only time he would not be would be if he were considerably distracted. As the being trudged closer, Ivar could make out his face. The face looked vaguely familiar to him, but he could not actually place the face to the name. Therefore, he blew that thought off from his mind, ignoring that for now. On a previous occasion, he had met Sujin's son, in what was far from a friendly encounter. Ivar said nothing in return to the man, just staying silent for now while he waited out the rain. His hand went up to his face for a moment, pushing a waterlogged strand of hair out of his eyes. Despite his shelter the man was considerably soaked, water still clinging to his beard and clothing. The Norseman’s armor was soaked with water; droplets of it running down the Dragon hide Armor he wore on his chest. Even his plate boots had been soaked, which at the time; his feet were resting in a small trickle of armor. The plate boots were somewhat strange though, looking very old and carrying some fragment of Avalon's past in them. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Sujin | Dec 7 2008, 05:57 AM Post #6 |
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Sujin knew of the legends that surround this place, of the type of creatures that roam here. The young immortal knew very well that were he stood at this point in time, that in his travels across this newfound land that it was untamed by man, still wild and primal. More so than even his mountains, for his clan had exerted control over them from a long time past. It was as if he was no longer the top dog, no longer a predator without natural enemies. No, in this place, even the all mighty King of Dragons was at a disadvantage, was being hunted like a rabbit. It was an uneasy feeling, but in many ways it excited him… to think that there was some place that still had the will to challenge his power. Sloshing forward, Sujin entered the stony shelter sitting off a little ways away from the bearded warrior before him. It was here that Sujin decided he’d defy the laws of this place, that he couldn’t use his flame to heat himself up. So, as he sat with his knees to his chest, the young immortal outstretched his hands cupping them so that his palms were facing each other. The temperature began to rise slowly within the stone shelter, and then suddenly without warning, his hands erupted in flame. A Black Flame swallowed his fingertips, the area just above and below his hands, the wet rock suddenly dried. “Oi there we go… alright now jus to dry off.” Sujin half said to himself and to the armored warrior just to his left. The black flame never grew, nor did it ever recede. Sujin was keeping it focused in on that spot, not trying to let it expand too far in fear of it leaving the shelter and igniting the flammable water and gasses that focused themselves outside the shelter. |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Dec 7 2008, 05:31 PM Post #7 |
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"You could warn a man before doing something like that" Ivar grumbled. Sure he was dry now, but his armor was uncomfortably warm now; Not to mention the sauna like effect in the barrow now. It was not to his comfort and he also prefered someone to give him a warning before using any kind of major magic. The norseman soon removed his gauntlets which had become uncomfortably hot from Sujin's stunt. The rest of his armor was mostly okay, hot but not the point the being unbarable. But his boots were a bit hotter from resting his feet across a stream of water, but that was actually somewhat refreshing at the moment. Ivar had been on his feet for a long while until he arrived here, so his feet were a bit sore from the trek. "What brings you here" Ivar said lightly. He was obviously going to be here awhile with this man, so a simple conversation to pass the time would be fitting. A moment after he spoke, Ivar's hand went to a horn flask at his belt. He popped the fur cap off of the flask as he brought it to his lips, taking a drink from the mead it contained. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Sujin | Dec 8 2008, 07:20 AM Post #8 |
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Yea maybe it was a little uncalled for, for him to just instantly start sparking up flames all over the place. I mean, he was apparently mortal and on top of that in armor. For a moment, Sujin debated on saying he was sorry or not. In the end however, he decided against just ignoring the dude and keeping the flame going for no other reason than because he could. So, in a bit of a sorry the black flames extinguished themselves. The young immortal nodded in the human’s direction and leaned back, now comfortably dry and free of the clinging wet clothing and hair. “Eh sorry bout that, was all wet and uncomfortable so I turned the heat up a bit ya? I mean at least ya don’t gotta worry bout catchin ya death in that armor now.” Followed with a grin, Sujin’s focus went back out into the wetlands before him. It was… Annoying that he’d have to travel back home wet. It wasn’t bloody raining when he got here! If he could just get somewhere… somewhere with some room, and transform, getting above the cloud line and flying out of here wouldn’t be a problem. But the problem was, finding somewhere large enough to house his dragon form long enough so that he doesn’t ignite anything on accident. “Why I’m ere? Well, itsa long story, lets just say something was calin to me in my sleep and it was ere… N I came to pick it up. It’s the blade at my back, Ancient… way past any of our times prolly as old as Avalon herself. I was on my way back home, but as I left the crypt the blade was hidden in, it started bloody raining. N well… I cant transform in this bog… it’d set shit aflame ya?” |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Dec 8 2008, 01:26 PM Post #9 |
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"Hmph...I'm used to the cold" Ivar said. He had grown up in a region that saw particularly cold winters and even colder seas. To be thoroughly soaked was a think that he was very used to, enough to allow him to press on and ignore the numbing sensation upon his body. The raging tempest of the oceans, churned on by angered gods was a far more furious force than the pouring rains. The Norseman took another drink from his flask of mead, some of yellowish liquid dribbling down through his beard. He wiped his mouth off with his forearm, paying little heed to the exposed clothing on his arm. It was something he could deal with later, no doubt the rain would see to that. He had never been very neat when drinking mead; it was easy enough for him to get more, by either paying in gold, or taking it by force. "I'm here looking for land..." Ivar began, "Some time ago my home was razed; i've been roaming around since. This accursed land does not have my interest. No doubt the locals angered a god at some point..." |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Sujin | Dec 9 2008, 02:39 PM Post #10 |
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As the young immortal spoke of his adventure in the crypt, he unconsciously reached behind him and stroked the hilt of the sword. Maybe it was just the innate element he and the blade shared… but for some reason, he felt extremely close to it, almost as close as he felt when wielding Infurnus. The Ancient Bastardsword was the stuff of myth and legend, and even in Sujin’s grip did he not understand just how powerful the blade was, let alone were that power came from. It was a mystery, and not something the Fang really cared for… because it called to him, and as Sujin answered… it bonded with him. A warrior and their weapon is one, Infurnus, Berserk Dusk and now even Ashmorne… he cared for all of them and all of them cared for him. Then his focus shifted, his mind releasing itself from the dazed grip the ancient steel had on it. The armored one next to him spoke, speaking of being use to the cold and being out here looking for land. The former didn’t matter much to him, but the latter is something that did. Why would a man, be seeking land in such a wild place like this? Human beings aren’t capable of taming a land like this, and even less capable of being able to live side to side with what lurks in these lands. Hell, Sujin was the type to crush anything that stood in his way… but even he wouldn’t attempt to encroach upon a place beast and magic decided to take back. “Oi it’s a fools goal to try and live out ere… Ya a mortal man, and this land ant for your kind… Magic reclaimed this land… Man has no right trinna take it back. Ya’d just get crushed before ya got a chance. I’d faget it, you men aren’t capable of livin with the magic that rests here… just look at what the hell you lot did to Avalon.” Sujin didn’t mean any disrespect by his words, rather he was trying to drop some words of wisdom unto the Viking next to him. This place isn’t fit for just anybody to stay… it isn’t fit for man as they are now. |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Jan 8 2009, 01:50 PM Post #11 |
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"Well I already knew that" The norseman began to speak."My opinion of this region changed the moment this accursed rain started" He certainly no longer had any kind of interest in the land here and no fiber of his being would will him to remain here for any period of time. "I'll be gone from this place the moment the rain stops" He said, making it clear his intentions to leave as quickly as possible. He would likely head for the coast and meet up with the crew waiting some distance away from here. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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