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Cryoface towers over most humans, rising to between 6 and 7 feet and weighing a good deal over 300 pounds. His body resembles many snowballs joined together, with the exception of his arms and head, which are humanoid. As a result, he seems like a sculpture of a cross between a human and a snake...unless he decides to move. During a snowstorm, however, his vision seems unimpaired where a human would be subject to snow blindness.
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Cryoface
A Snow Warrior from the land of Lore, Cryoface is skilled in the art of melee combat, but is also learning how to control the ice magic inherent in his creation.
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Unlimited Ice Works
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by LawOfTheLand
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Description
Personality
This is not the original longtime friends of his might know and love--much like the Dread Pirate Roberts, the name is designed to be passed down to qualified successors in order to keep the legacy intact. This second iteration, given name Rime-Blade, lacking the predecessor's life experience, is much more no-nonsense and inflexible when it comes to rule violations, though he has quickly developed a healthy tolerance for fights that are out of his league. Being highly impressionable, perhaps even a bit naive, also means that there's a good chance he'll believe almost anything until proven otherwise.
Equipment
This version carries a more traditional ice-crafted broadsword with wickedly jagged edges. What it lacks in protection and elegance it makes up for in effectiveness. He doesn't have a ranged weapon...yet.
His spells are as follows:
-Snow Drift: A basic ice attack, conjured over the head and then brought downwards. Numbing cold meets sheer weight, making it difficult for victims to get up after a hit.
-Ice Dragon Spirit: An apparition appears and attacks with its freezing claws and watery bite. As it is incorporeal, it cannot actually interpose itself to defend its summoner, but it can, say, ice up a weakened pillar to stop a collapse or engage in combat with summoned reinforcements to even the odds. This spell was the original's last-ditch effort to drive off a particularly nefarious threat and it did cost him his life, so the new one is loath to invoke it.
-Tail Sweep: By itself, his tail is strong enough to constrict smaller opponents on its own, but when he really puts his mind to it he can produce a strong gust of cold air that can knock foes backwards.
-Icicle Spear: Mainly used for deterrence and aerial coverage due to relative lack of damage output. A volley of small ice darts are conjured, then fired at a target in quick succession. Capable of scoring multiple hits, though they tend to be fairly useless against heavy armor.
-Powder Blast: A weak, short-range attack that involves blowing loose snow. When used in conjunction with a strong wind, it sticks to objects it hits, proving itself rather useful against those that would cloak their form with glamers such as invisibility.
-Kyuurei Hadouken: Like his predecessor's venerable Snowball, with all the dramatic flair of a Street Fighter attack. It's also quite a bit stronger, used to break up fights he was too slow to prevent from happening, intended to end them IMMEDIATELY. After hanging around Motoko for long enough, it was inevitable that he picked up some token Japanese, after all.
-Instant Igloo: Whether as quick cover against an oncoming attack or a way to help his friends ride out a storm, this defensive bubble is designed for both short and long-term protection.
-Happy Frostval!: One of those presents you'd rather not get because it blows up in your face, turning a large-sized restaurant into a winter wonderland with the proper setup, with powder snow swirling everywhere, not to mention the force of the explosion itself.
History
Cryoface was lucky enough to win the favor of the Ice Lord, one of the eight Elemental Lords of Lore, that created him, but lost it again for reasons unknowable by mortal minds. That lack of connection to his god is what has cost Cryoface his life and his career as a gladiator on that plane. After a stint as head of security at Gambit's Bar, an "argument" with the owner led to his termination and other unsavory things, leaving him little choice but to abandon all that he knew, loved and fought for to assume a hermit-like existence in the Cold Plains. He spent long hours in between training sessions mourning lost loves, missed opportunities and regrettable choices. After a fight with Jack Thirteen used up the last of his reserves, he had Motoko Attenborough fly to the Cold Plains and enact a ritual to call forth a replacement, knowing that she would be torn apart in the eventuality that he fell in battle. The success of this ritual is evident in the presence of this new specimen.
So begins...
Cryoface's Story
Akio was the last one to retrieve his artifact: a navy blue kimono with a golden fabric belt. He waited for everyone to go on ahead before he changed clothes. There were children present after all. And no...he was not just referring to the blue-haired boy.
"These people," he thought aloud, definitely out of earshot from them (well, except Aoi), "They only care for themselves. Which wouldn't be a problem if they didn't feel the need to constantly try and prove themselves better than one another."
He sighed as he tied a knot around the front of his kimono with the golden belt in front. He already felt the comfort of the new article of clothing was far superior to the old faded blue kimono he was used to wearing. It wasn't rough or rugged, but soft and silky. And something told him that it carried special properties of it's own, not unlike the other artifact the rest of the group had received. He would find out what uses it carried later.
He glanced at his katana, "I can't ask you all for guidance while I'm in here. That would defeat the purpose. But I don't believe I'm on my own."
He looked ahead towards the group that was heading to whatever awaited in front of them. "I am supposed to have these people to help, utilizing their own pasts and expertise to navigate through these trials while providing my own. That's what I think this cave wants us to do."
He glanced back at Southpaw Sentry, who had once again taken it's place in front of the hallway. The Impervious Door had shut behind them. No turning back now...
"I hope I can rely on them," Akio muttered as he jogged to catch up, "Because I fear if we can't work together, we're not going to get very far."
"These people," he thought aloud, definitely out of earshot from them (well, except Aoi), "They only care for themselves. Which wouldn't be a problem if they didn't feel the need to constantly try and prove themselves better than one another."
He sighed as he tied a knot around the front of his kimono with the golden belt in front. He already felt the comfort of the new article of clothing was far superior to the old faded blue kimono he was used to wearing. It wasn't rough or rugged, but soft and silky. And something told him that it carried special properties of it's own, not unlike the other artifact the rest of the group had received. He would find out what uses it carried later.
He glanced at his katana, "I can't ask you all for guidance while I'm in here. That would defeat the purpose. But I don't believe I'm on my own."
He looked ahead towards the group that was heading to whatever awaited in front of them. "I am supposed to have these people to help, utilizing their own pasts and expertise to navigate through these trials while providing my own. That's what I think this cave wants us to do."
He glanced back at Southpaw Sentry, who had once again taken it's place in front of the hallway. The Impervious Door had shut behind them. No turning back now...
"I hope I can rely on them," Akio muttered as he jogged to catch up, "Because I fear if we can't work together, we're not going to get very far."
"Okay, first, I'm sorry I called you a girl," Cryoface sighed at Aoi as he put the crown of ice on his head, instantly standing up straighter as his powers were returned to him with interest. "Second, you're right. We have to organize ourselves effectively. The reason those Aschen are operating independently is they're used to working with each other and ONLY with each other. Plus they don't think much of Terrans. And to answer someone's question earlier, yeah, it was hard, but I was able to deal with it. I knew I didn't have much time before melting away, however...so glad everyone figured it out."
He idly reached for the massive icy broadsword on his back, but thought better of it. That would just be asking to take a disruptor blast to the face. "Come on. Let's see what else they got. The sounds of battle from outside are getting dimmer...sounds like the decisive moment has arrived. I only hope that it ends in Terran liberation. I really don't want whoever they were fighting against come in for a backside hit on our group."
He idly reached for the massive icy broadsword on his back, but thought better of it. That would just be asking to take a disruptor blast to the face. "Come on. Let's see what else they got. The sounds of battle from outside are getting dimmer...sounds like the decisive moment has arrived. I only hope that it ends in Terran liberation. I really don't want whoever they were fighting against come in for a backside hit on our group."
As Havasikaji and the group continued to walk along the corridor, there was a great rumbling, as if one thousand feet were running down the long hallways.
Havasikaji held up a hand to halt the group. "Stop. Do you hear that?" The cambion turned to look behind her.
And her jaw immediately dropped. For charging down the corridor towards them was an entire army of men wearing black hoodies. Exactly like the one from the guy who had died earlier, when the golem farted.
Havasikaji was usually very brave, and didn't like to stand down to a little opposition. This, however, was not a little opposition. It was a lot.
"RUN!!!" she shouted, and took off down the corridor as the army of hooded men began to reach the group.
Havasikaji held up a hand to halt the group. "Stop. Do you hear that?" The cambion turned to look behind her.
And her jaw immediately dropped. For charging down the corridor towards them was an entire army of men wearing black hoodies. Exactly like the one from the guy who had died earlier, when the golem farted.
Havasikaji was usually very brave, and didn't like to stand down to a little opposition. This, however, was not a little opposition. It was a lot.
"RUN!!!" she shouted, and took off down the corridor as the army of hooded men began to reach the group.
Dorant turned to look at the army of black hooded individuals rushing towards them, a smile on his face. "Why hello there young men, will you be joining us on this.... hmm, Would any of you suppose it to be a quest? I rather like the idea of this being a quest. Yes... Yes I do believe this counts. Will you young men be joining us on this quest? There are rather a lot of you.."
Dorant turned with a bit of a jolt when Havas shouted for the group to run. "Oh what? Where then, wait don't run off like that, you'll tire yourself out!" He called, following her at an ambling jog. "Damnit wait! I can't keep up with these confounded robes tying up about my ankles! Wait I said!"
Dorant turned with a bit of a jolt when Havas shouted for the group to run. "Oh what? Where then, wait don't run off like that, you'll tire yourself out!" He called, following her at an ambling jog. "Damnit wait! I can't keep up with these confounded robes tying up about my ankles! Wait I said!"
The setting changes from The Impervious Door to The Badlands
Cryoface shook his head. "The Ice Lord must be displeased with me still. What would he have me do now?" He looked around, one hand on his massive sword as tall as a man, the snow being trying to get his bearings.
Master looked over his shoulder, his red eyes spotting the new arrival. Had the signal already been sent?
Master glanced over to the sword held in Bersiar's hand, smirking slightly before turning back to the path ahead. He accelerated in his movement, picking up the pace as to not get caught out before sundown.
Master glanced over to the sword held in Bersiar's hand, smirking slightly before turning back to the path ahead. He accelerated in his movement, picking up the pace as to not get caught out before sundown.
Parem'Zel Having spent the night resting on a bench in Port Aether, Parem was full of energy. As he began his journey south, he stomach grumbled angrily. He pulled out a small satchel strapped to his waist hidden beneath his jet black coat. A few small roles of bread, a dozen or so stripes of overcooked jerky and a half eaten pear. Grabbing the pear he quickly scarfed it down. He wasn't sure what he would find here, but fate had lead him to this mysterious world. The least he could do is continue on the path.
The setting changes from The Badlands to Gambit's Bar
“
After Sakken had fallen asleep again, Niku petted her on the head between the ears. I must find out who she belongs to, he thought, glancing around. He put his translator back on. There were lots of people in the bar. He raised his hand and called over a waiter. The man did not seem to know the answer to his question, so he just ordered a raw steak and glass of water and sent the waiter off to fulfill the order. When the feliyan was alone again, he began to wonder where the locals went to find sleep. He was not tired just yet, but his armor was feeling tight and he certainly would not mind finding some accommodations soon. It was so disorienting being in such a distant alien world, so far away from his own planet and star systems. Unfortunately, for now, he had no choice. He could not go back just yet. He was not ready to face the tyrant who had taken over his home planet. The prince rested an elbow on the table and plopped his cheek down on the propped-up hand, sighing deeply.
”
Spyri shouldered her way into the bar. She was still a little sticky from her last spar at Master's Dojo, but that was alright. The fourteen year old wasn't here for trouble. She was here for the best Moloko this side of Wing City had to offer.
Clearly he was from out of town, Spyri took note of the glum guy with the cat. She raised a brow when a waiter presented him with a raw steak. Was it for him or the cat? She sipped down her own drink with a straw, her eyes on the strange man with the cat.
Clearly he was from out of town, Spyri took note of the glum guy with the cat. She raised a brow when a waiter presented him with a raw steak. Was it for him or the cat? She sipped down her own drink with a straw, her eyes on the strange man with the cat.
Niku noticed when a surprisingly young individual entered the bar and raised a brow at her arrival. Just then, the waiter arrived with his steak. He used his razor-sharp teeth to slice off a piece and leave it for the cat lady. She really ought to eat something other than the flesh of an intelligent being like a human. That was just too disturbing. He was tempted to throw away the human leg that she had brought with her, but then that would require him to touch it. Such things were taboo on Planet Carne. He shuddered to himself and took a bite out of the steak. He did not even bother to use any utensils, simply picking it up by hand and eating it bite by bite. Before long, he had finished. He continued to cast side-glances at the young new arrival, as he had felt the presence of her eyes on him. She seemed sweaty as if she had just been in a fight. Was this a combatant? Perhaps she knew other combatants. Tempted to go ask her, he sucked down his glass of water like a fish and waved her over.
Spyri was caught a bit off guard when the stranger waved her over, but that's what she got for staring she supposed. The girl slid down off of her bar stool and stepped to stand across the table. One hand hovered near Cha'tlag, even though she knew this place was peace tied and she was likely safe. There was a leg on the table. Spyri tried not to look at it, or the gore resulting from the strange man's...meal.
"Er, hello," Spyri tried to stand as tall as she could and not sound defensive, but it wasn't very often anyone made an effort to speak with her. Not here, at least.
"Er, hello," Spyri tried to stand as tall as she could and not sound defensive, but it wasn't very often anyone made an effort to speak with her. Not here, at least.
"Greetings, alien!" Niku declared through his robotic-sounding translator headset. He glanced over at the leg that she had looked at with distaste. "That... that is not mine," he added, shaking his head at the thought. He ran his fingers through his short hair, looking away. “Anyway,” he began again, feeling self-conscious, “you look like fighter. Are you?" As he spoke, he tried to ignore the presence of the human leg as well. "I am called Prince Niku III and I seek combatants for training. Forgive if I am wrong, but you look like you have been in fight just as of recent,” he said, taking in her whole appearance. “You seem young… but I start very young too.” He noticed her rapier. “Nice weapon!”
“Yes, of Planet Carne. Is in star system that is very distant of here. I am here now because my planet is invaded,” Niku explained, looking fretful as he wrung his hands. His tail lashed behind him in agitation, though he tried to keep it under control to avoid bitch-slapping any of the patrons by accident. He had fled months ago and currently had no idea what Emperor Pit was doing to the feliyans. For all he knew, that sick bastard might be committing a genocide on the whole planet. “My people are under threat,” the young royal continued. “If I can get strong enough, maybe can save them. I must try.” He slumped slightly, thinking about the enormity of the task he had before him. “Who you are? And where you go to train around here?”
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Master's Foyer
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Utterly fascinating. It is as if I was in the bowels of a fortress designed by the Earth Lord themselves...
”
The setting changes from Master's Foyer to Gambit's Bar
Alighieri evaporated into existence with a foul hum emanating from what seemed to be the very walls themselves. After what felt like nearly an aeon, all sound was annihilated from existence as he manifested his corporeal form.
he exhaled, extending his claw-rife hand towards the center of the room as a faint red glow began to illuminate the mysteriously-darkening Bar.Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh~
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to The Impervious Door
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A cacophany of bat screeches came from Casren as he fluttered beyond the Gollum and in to the next chamber. On his way he was sure to grab the little bundle of darberries, glowing an unusual color, on his way. He was screaming to run from the hoodied-hoard!
Southpaw Sentry shifted forward, maneuvering his body slowly over the rest of the group as they passed through the tunnel, positioning himself beyond them, but facing them as they left. The party was trapped by him again, this time prevented from returning from whence they came.
There was a great rumble from within his belly. Would the hoodied-men again invoke the gas of the gollum?
Southpaw Sentry shifted forward, maneuvering his body slowly over the rest of the group as they passed through the tunnel, positioning himself beyond them, but facing them as they left. The party was trapped by him again, this time prevented from returning from whence they came.
There was a great rumble from within his belly. Would the hoodied-men again invoke the gas of the gollum?
"Guys! I think I figured something out...whoa!"
And like that, the living titan of snow and ice followed Casren. Clearly he had discovered something...and the portal's protector was properly pissed.
And like that, the living titan of snow and ice followed Casren. Clearly he had discovered something...and the portal's protector was properly pissed.
"Forward Is The Only Option"
The Southpaw Sentry rumbled an ominous message as the hoodie'd hoarde closed in.
Among the commotion of the hoodied stampede, the Aschen team vanished in a flash of multicolored light, but that didn't stop someone else from slipping in. Taking their treasure, the Motion Blur bracelet, a strange woman offered a nod to the Golem, before she moved deeper into the chamber after the bat, and the snowman.
This odd woman was quite the sight to behold, with a form fitting outfit made from some sort of synthetic material, strange iridescent black-red hair, and two shimmering red eyes that seemed to cast a glow from within.
Intricate cybernetic implants adorned the synthetic looking skin of her face.
And her expression? That of a wicked grin.
This odd woman was quite the sight to behold, with a form fitting outfit made from some sort of synthetic material, strange iridescent black-red hair, and two shimmering red eyes that seemed to cast a glow from within.
Intricate cybernetic implants adorned the synthetic looking skin of her face.
And her expression? That of a wicked grin.
The setting changes from The Impervious Door to Master's Foyer
Dorant came into the room, clutching half his robes hiked over his pants in his haste. The old man dropped them immediately upon entering the new area and became fascinated by the walls, throwing all caution to the wind and muttering nonstop as he investigated the new scenery.
His behavior, and the language he spoke, was disconcerting with the image he presented. He seemed to be muttering absolute nonsense, as though speaking a made up language. And while that may leave him seeming harmless, one could not help but remember the item he acquired from the golem, the fang of a creature, almost as long as a broadsword, that he called a "baby Tooth"
that anything could have a tooth that large and still be considered an infant was concerning to be sure, but why would a seemingly daft old man have such an item represent his abilities?
His behavior, and the language he spoke, was disconcerting with the image he presented. He seemed to be muttering absolute nonsense, as though speaking a made up language. And while that may leave him seeming harmless, one could not help but remember the item he acquired from the golem, the fang of a creature, almost as long as a broadsword, that he called a "baby Tooth"
that anything could have a tooth that large and still be considered an infant was concerning to be sure, but why would a seemingly daft old man have such an item represent his abilities?