Eyeris

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It's OK I'll post and reply to all the things tomorrow!

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You guys are hilarious.

Hm. Should I post or wait for a few more of you kids to chime in?

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Tadaaaaaaaaaaa

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“Mr. Freeze…” The man coughed a chuckle. He did his best Arnold Schwarzenegger impression “Call me Mis-ter-Frrreeze... Or... Mikkel...”

The man raised his finger and pointed it toward Charles, his finger was stiff and black. “You can’t help me. Don’t you dare lie to me, not even by accident.”

“I can help you… Normally a proper magician gives away nothing for free, but, I finally find myself with nothing to barter. Even my own soul is spoken for… Now, look at what I have earned… A warm place in hell...”

He traced circles in the air with his frostbitten hand.

“I’m tired of making deals anyway…”

“We were searching for a soul… Everything was going according to plan… The three circles were complete… It was when the blade cut into the vessel that something went wrong… Suddenly there was a light and heat and… It looked like a god dam dragon… It it… Chaos… F-fire... d-death… m-monsters… I was… thrown… I was crawling in the snow… So-c-old...

He closed his eyes.

“I tell you this only because I fear more what we may have wrought upon the world than than even my master… If he sends me to some hell, so be it… I’m so… So cold… I’ll welcome hellfire, I think.” His voice became soft and pitiful.

“If his old friends start dying, then you will know I’m right. Look for him. Don’t ask about him. They are going to pretend he never existed… He is the one who has always been there but never belonged here… They called him ‘Slay’… Ironic… they killed him. They killed him… Or… Perhaps they only thought that they did... Or perhaps they only told me that they did...” The man seemed to ponder this for some time. “They should have left this place alone. The price was paid, and it should have been accepted.”

“As I have accepted.” He closed his eyes.

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Sorry team. It will happen tonight!

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Sweet!
I'll post this weekend!!

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So. There are things happening behind-the-scenes! Though it looks like the IG isn't seeing much progress.

Does anyone want to ask any questions? ^^;;;;;;

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Sorry I disappeared. It's not safe. Let's say Ariel either died or got sucked through another rift.

@Belwicket

I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you become safe soon.

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OKAY

So, plot magic: Let us assume that everyone has somehow gotten to the same spot for this scene to happen.

Play on ^_^

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Darcy was stitched up.

The once-moving bones were collected and packed nearly into forensic evidence baggies.

All of the party was assembled... Except for one. Who returned suddenly...

Icarus. The man was so quiet and subtle he was easy to forget. Which he counted on often in order to accomplish his work... He seemed to come from nowhere, his tattoos shifted across his skin so that he could blend with snow, shadow, or stone as it suited him for this mission. The shifting ink quickly resolved itself into the intricate artwork and became still: Seemingly normal tattoos. Once his person could be clearly seen and discerned he appeared as a short man, stout and muscular, his skin covered in artwork that could be seen on his bare arms that bulged out of his vest sleeves, the ink could be seen on his neck up his neck from under his scarf, and winding around his bald scalp, tendrils even wrapped around his ears and onto his cheeks, under his eyes like strange warpaint. Icarus never explained himself. He never spoke. Twain had said earlier 'he's Tibetan or something, the designated sneaky-guy and scout, he works best when you let him do his own thing, so, best to just let him wander off when he wants to. Don't worry he will make himself useful...'
and Twain had been right... Icarus didn't come alone. He dropped his companion on the ground before the assembled. The boy landed with a heavy 'thunk'. The body was barely alive, somewhat burned but mostly frostbitten. How Icarus had sneak in such an unwieldy parcel was a mystery.

It was clear that he was human. And what was left of his cloths could also be identified, dark robes.

Icarus was smiling, proud of his find. It was not a nice smile.

Twain whistled and knelt by the body. "Good boy, I'll just have to give you a biscuit now!"

Icarus seemed unmoved by the jab, besides, he had his 'biscuit'. He lived for the hunt... The thrill of the catch... The satisfaction of the kill...

Twain closed his eyes and touched the body. "Nearly dead. Not sure if I can save this one, but, in either case we can get some information... Chan fhiach cuirm gun a còmhradh..." and he gently touched the frostbitten man on the cheek.

The man heaved to life. His eyes wide and bloodshot-red, his lips blue and quivering he would have cried out but his cold lungs couldn't hold enough air for a proper scream. To witness such great effort expended only to fail miserably at the most basic of human function was... Gut wrenching.

His eye darted between the assembled. He seemed especially alarmed to behold the stranger looking folk like Shannon and Vaughtar... "M-M-More monsters! Oh gods... What have we done? M-M-Monsters everywhere..." The man shuddered. "Did he escape? Did we get him or stop him or close the damn thing before..." The man paused, realizing that he was speaking to strangers...

"You have made my stiff tongue move, but, I'm not dead yet, so, you can't make me tell the truth. You haven't got much time either... So get on with it. Ask me your questions... I think I only have enough time left for a few... Maybe three... Then let me go..." his blue lips cracked but did not bleed, his blood was too cold and thick to flow anymore. "Then it will be all over for me..." He said this last bit with a sigh of fondness rather than with fear.