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Khale Fewtale

A large imposing frost giant

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by LukeShepherd

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An enormous towering giant that dwells in cold regions.

So begins...

Khale Fewtale's Story

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Khale Fewtale shakes his fist at Asvith Thyrmm

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  1. hey sorry it takes me awhile to respond sometimes - im about to get to responding , but i have a lot on my plate ! thanks fr your patience!

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Frendor decided to add another tactic. He projected and magnified the force of his arms so that the super-giant would feel the illusion of imaginary blows and punches, as the dragons circled around. He was hoping drive away Asvith or at least to distract him.

He lost sight of the super-giant. Where did he go?

"Let's follow him!" cried out Frendor.

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 “ "Have I made a mistake? Where is that ship? Are we alone against Asvith?" ”

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Aewisp of the wind, being from a plane of astral and away, was unable to hear Frendor as he called upon her for help. However there was another who heard his call and was compelled to answer. The wind blew faintly around Frendor, tickling his hair about in response.The wind was not strong, but the wind would attempt to assist. The wind had unfortunately been drained of it's autonomy largely by Eras, as Gaia slipped into a slumber having had taxed herself assisting the Champions dotted across her mass.

Zirkonia was pleased that Frendor seemed to take so kindly to Gaia, and was thankful for his arrival. Gaia had chosen her champions wisely. She opened her eyes and gently tilted her head back to marvel at the upwards illusion. It appeared to her ghostly. Sinfrost too was impressed, but didn't quite know what to make of all of this. He couldn't deny the safety awarded by the illusion, though.

Brace yourself, she thought to Frendor, and inhaled deeply. Zirkonia leveled herself somehow even closer to the ground and opened her great maw, unleashing a roar which echoed through the mountains. It rolled over the snow covered peaks and up to the clouds: she aimed it at Asvith Thrymm and knew that if he had ears he would hear it. Most in the mountains likely would. Her great neck extended upward, her body reverberating as the great roar escaped. Even so she was careful of the position of her shoulders - part of the reason she positioned herself so was to ensure the safety of the Champion on mount.

Sinfrost, who hadn't been paying attention, gave a little start as the great roar began. He looked to Zirkonia and was admittedly struck with a bit of fear himself. Again, he had never seen a dragon so great as Zirkonia. He watched with growing awe as her roar continued for longer than most. When her great jaw finally snapped shut there was a little smirk playing on her scaly lips. Her eyes twinkled for a moment at Sinfrost as if daring him to try to match her roar.

There was a rumble as higher on the mountain a great mass of snow and ice broke free, creating an avalanche. The avalanche cascaded down the mountain. Sinfrost watched as it rumbled down in the not-so-far distance, then as it started to fall even closer. Snow showered the two dragons and Frendor as a clump broke on a rock higher up, but thankfully that seemed to be the most of what would hit them.

Sinfrost shook the snow off of himself and let out his own giant roar. Nowhere near as impressive as Zirkonia's - not earthshaking to say the least- but it was loud, and it was powerful, and as he closed his mouth he looked towards Asvith, who had taken a giant step and seemed to be heading off.

Are you ready to fly, Champion? Zirkonia asked Frendor, crouching down again to prepare for take-off

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Character Portrait: Asvith Thrym Character Portrait: Frendor Falcon-Wind Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Zirkonia Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale
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Frendor was impressed at how well Zirkonia and he were working together. It was as if they were already of one mind. He felt excitement at the thought of flying and joy at the prospect of hunting down Asvith Thrymm.

Yes, I am ready, most worthy one, most beautiful gallant dragon. Let us fly, let us chase down Eras. Let us bring healing to Gaia!

Yet, deep inside, he was filled with self-doubt. He no longer had access to his mentor, Elvaron, nor had he seen any fellow wizards or high elves yet answer the call of Gaia. He greatly admired the two dragons and drew comfort from the wind, but he still doubted his own abilities. Would be make an error like the infamous Sorcerer's Apprentice, or would he prove himself to become a true master wizard. There was still so much for him to learn and master; working with illusions, with the wind and frost, aiding dragons and facing down super-giants, with only a limited source of power. He was an apprentice of many magical skills, journeyman of a few skills and as yet master of none.

He also sensed that Gaia was waning in power. He needed to think about this. How to weaken the power of Eras and strengthen the hand of Gaia's champions? His only strategy so far was to distract and harass Asvith Thtymm, hoping that the super-giant would reveal a weakness.

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With a great push from the ground below, Zirkonia took off into the skies! The snow fell from them as they ascended higher and higher, Zirkonia's great wings beating in slow intervals against the air. With each flap the air around them grew more cold, and more thin. Zirkonia labored not- she was used to these altitudes. For a moment the great dragon was lost in her ego and power, so buffed by Frendor with his words.

She aimed to pierce the clouds.

Sinfrost watched them depart. Part of him thought the two a fool for going after something so large in such a way, but the rest of him felt something he couldn't put words to.

Humans call it hope.

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Character Portrait: Asvith Thrym Character Portrait: Frendor Falcon-Wind Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Zirkonia Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale
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Frendor noticed that Sinfrost was not following them. He tried to reach and sense his mind, calling him to join them, but they were traveling too fast. All Frendor could see was sky and clouds. How to find the enemy? How to find the other champions? He allowed to mind to see what Zirkonia was seeing and also drew in his awareness to the remaining pockets of Gaia's energy. He was looking for a pattern, either a sign of disturbance, or a situation that needed help.

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Sinfrost dind't follow them, but should the illusion sustain in Frendor's absence, the dragon looked forward to having a little bit of fun.

He roared again!

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The illusion of Khale Fewtale the Frost Giant, continued to follow Sinfrost and open its mouth when he roared, although growing ever slightly fainter with time, whereas the first illusion Terakon Luvinair, appeared to be flying through the air at high speed, hurtling towards wherever Zirkonia and Frendor where going.

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Khale Fewtale stays close to Sinfrost protecting him from the Collossi.

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Frendor Falcon-Wind looks around

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A great earthquake rumbles deep within the Weargtooth mountains. One peak in particular looked bloated, like a volcano waiting to erupt.

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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Iskjerne Hestahar Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok Sigurdsson Character Portrait: Dvalinn Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale
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The eerie silence became oppressive, with the wind wafting down into the gully below, and through the crevasse, Livia looked briefly to her own Praefectus Legionis, and then out to the remainder of her cohort. Praefectus Publius Caestus Vale was a stocky man noted by his vibrant nanosteel armor that was adorned with various devices, seals, and emblems of the Emperor. He looked up to Livia, and simply nodded.

The Praefectus turned to his Centurion, and without so much as a word, the Centurion made a hand gesture to one of the legionaries, whom approached one of the donkeys near the rear of the formation. The Legionary returned with a squealing pig, that was screaming, and struggling against his restraint.

The Legionary looked to the Praefectus briefly, before he placed the hog onto the ground, and gave it a hearty kick in the hindquarters, sending the hog running forward through the dirt, into the chasm ahead. The Hog would, with it's rush to distance itself from the formation set off any traps it encountered, getting ensnared, or triggering whatever the Ulfhednar had prepared for it.

"Venemum in aere!" The Praefectus called out, and like clockwork, the Legionaries moved in unison to remove their helmets, and don unusual hoods that covered their heads. These hoods had small round glass eyes, and a long snout that dangled freely in front of them. Livia looked briefly to Reginarus, before she pulled off her helmet, revealing her flowing auburn hair.

"I really wish you had shaved that beard." Livia remarked, before pulling the olive drab hood with the unusual snout over her own face, and eyes.

After a moment, she passed one to Reginarus, as the Praefectus called out.

"Toxicum Sagitarii! Parate!" He called out, while Livia stayed her hand, one by one servants in the same hooded mask pulled masks over each of the horses, checking them, and then double checking them while roughly twelve Sagitarii Legionaries withdrew their carbon fiber compound bows, the arrows holding an unusual canister like object in front of them.

"Accendo Filum!" The Praefectus bellowed, and one by one the archers pulled a small tab on the tips of their arrows, causing smoke to billow lightly from the canisters.

"Dimittere sagittas!" The Praefectus bellowed, and the archers released their arrows high into the mountains, along the crags, and the gulleys, and into the crevasses where there could be potential enemies concealed within.

The Arrows sailed high over them and detonated in brilliant, fluffy grey plumes of smoke, that when inhaled, induced powerful coughs, and caused the eyes to burn, and tear. The unusual gas was powerful, and would cause those exposed to it to cough uncontrollably, and the eyes would burn to the point where they were unable to see. Those with the misfortune of being exposed would find their nose and throat filling with mucus, inducing debilitating episodes of coughing, but otherwise would still be alive. Livia waited in silence as she waited for a response, as the thick clouds of gas began to waft further into the chasm.

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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Sigurd Hring Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Iskjerne Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Iskjerne Hestahar Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok Sigurdsson Character Portrait: Dvalinn Character Portrait: Iskjerne Hrafnfylking Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok
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Auletes and his contubernia carried out the orders given to them by their new centurion. They were expendable, in service to Livia Caesarius, whose legend and reputation was already well known throughout the galaxy. As the legionaries proceeded ahead of the rest of the army, they were expecting to be ambushed by Vikings, but instead they encountered nothing but a dreary silence. Reginerus looked at the legata again before glancing all around them. Reginerus didn't say anything at all, but instead it seemed as though he was no longer coherent or in the moment.

The eerie silence became oppressive, with the wind wafting down into the gully below, and through the crevasse, Livia looked briefly to her own Praefectus Legionis, and then out to the remainder of her cohort. A moment later, the Argosians released a small disgruntled pig, which ran past Auletes and ahead of his small troop, nullifying their every attempt to be sneaky and silent. It seemed as though the legata was making a fool of her new centurion and perhaps giving him a humble lesson in how to deal with these heathen Iskjerne savages. But the battle scarred general never reacted, and Reginerus instead seemed to be lost in a sort of daydream. His eyes and expression suggested he was in a trance. In fact, he wasn't even paying attention when Auletes looked back at him. Instead, his head was low and he appeared to be whispering to his horse, as if his mind was somewhere else.

"I really wish you had shaved that beard." Livia remarked, before pulling the olive drab hood with the unusual snout over her own face, and eyes. Ragnar Lothbrok grinned, patting his horse on the back and lifting his head up to look at the woman who saved his life. He smiled humbly and nodded, reaching into his pants pocket. His own legionaries were watching quietly, many of them still wearing the Argosian tunic and skirt-like armor that did not have pockets. Reginerus pulled out a small bag of beads and continued looking around, still lost in his own thoughts.

"Accendo Filum!" The Praefectus bellowed, and one by one the archers pulled a small tab on the tips of their arrows, causing smoke to billow lightly from the canisters. It wasn't long before tear gases filled the air. Auletes and his contubernia, upon seeing and hearing everything that was transpiring, had started to pull back and withdrawal from the front, even without orders from their foreign leader. But there was something ackward about it, as if Reginerus had already a deeper understanding of human nature that transcended raw violence or fear, as if he had already given them all the order to fall back in line without ever giving the order.

As Auletes withdrew and approached the horse that Ragnar was mounted on, he witnessed as his centurion was just casually sitting there above him, braiding his own beard and decorating it with beads. Reginerus was making his beard thinner, tighter, more compact and although his beard was not nearly as strong as a spider's webbing, he was protecting his neck and chin at the same time. As the tear gases were sling-shotted far and wide, exploding in plumes of smoke, it soon became apparent that Reginerus was not out of the loop. He wasn't doing what Livia wanted at all. He was doing what she needed, as suddenly the horses started getting nervous. Humans were only a fraction of the army.

The legionaries didn't find any evidence of the Iskjerne Vikings in the Weargtooth Mountains, or any traps. How were they even planning to detect the primitive savages from outer space? They didn't have any kind of trackable technology. Reginerus was relying on baser instincts which were about to pay off as suddenly, it happened. One, then two, a howling of sorts, coming from both sides of the mountains. It sounded like wolves howling, and communicating with one another over the mountain valley. At the sound of it, the Argosian cavalry started to experience the Viking ingenuity as their horses started to buck and neigh, becoming increasingly nervous as more and more howling sounds could be heard escalating from all around them. Livia's seige engine was already surrounded, bottlenecked in their own little man-made pathway through the rocks.

Reginerus was already a step ahead, however. He had been sensitive to his horse's instincts, and was already anticipating what his Viking enemy was capable of. As the arrows zoomed ahead of the triple legion, bursting into clouds of gas, neither Auletes and his contubernia, nor the Iskjerne Ulfhednar seemed to be too phased. Auletes let out a minor cough as he looked up at Reginerus, the sounds of distant howling growing ever more intense and annoying. Reginerus had finished braiding his beard and put on the water drenched shoal face covering offered to him by one of his infantry. The multilayered face covering was only made of wet cloth, but it was enough to mask Ragnar's entire face apart from his eyes, which were still susceptible to the tear gas upon exposure. Yet he had no intentions of exposing himself or his army.

"Sicut consuevimus!" Reginerus shouted. Immediately, his troops began to reform and take up positions on both sides of Livia's personal guard. But they weren't looking at Livia or her army. Instead, they were using their long rectangular nanosteel shields to form a phalanx, facing the higher cliffs and mountaintops where the sound of the howling mega-pack of wolves was coming from. The Ulfhednar had been spying on the Argosians, not from up close but from a distance, and although the tear gas would eventually settle upon the terrain, King Harald's wolf-shirt warriors were very timid and had been sure to keep a safe distance. Even if any of the primitive tribal warriors were effected by the gas, it was not apparent. At least not at first, as the howling grew ever louder, closer and more intense. Reginerus unsheathed his nanosteel spatha as his troops in either phalanx braced themselves for combat.

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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Sigurd Hring Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Iskjerne Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Iskjerne Hestahar Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok Sigurdsson Character Portrait: Dvalinn Character Portrait: Iskjerne Hrafnfylking Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok
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Livia remained quiet throughout the advance, mounted upon her white steed, the sound of silence seemed to be overwhelming for her legionaries. She watched the canisters sail far, and wide into the distance, plumes of smoke wafting, and eventually dissipating into nothingness, as the unsettling silence returned.

"There's nothing here." The Praefectus said, interrupting Livia's deep in thought, while briefly her eyes moved towards her Centurion, he had such curious habits. She didn't think much of it, while the wind nipped lightly at her hair, ruffling the hooded cloak she had been wearing to keep warm.

Then the howling started, it was one, and then two, and soon the howling was oppressive, echoing through the crags and mountain peaks, unnerving the horses of the advance scouting party. Livia had her answer, these savages had no intention of Parlaying, or entering any form of negotiations. Her eyes briefly darted to her Centurion, whom had unsheathed his weapon. Livia on the other hand remained stone faced, as did her horse, through the howling, and the oppressive silence.

They made their intentions clear, as she observed the actions of her Centuriae, each readying their shields, and weapons to do battle.

Livia promptly dismounted her horse, landing on the ground with an audible thud of her boots, and heavy armor which was worn under her great cloak.

"Legionaries!" She called out, her shrill voice piercing the silence, and the howling. "These Savages have made their intentions clear, even now they stalk us from the shadows!" She cried out, her voice carrying through the wind. "We advance, and we burn them out! We will crucify the men, and enslave the women and children!" She bellowed, raising her sword up.

"Tonight we bring glory to our civilization, tonight we bring honor to our Empire. Tonight we dine in Iskjerne Bay!" She shouted, and then gestured forward.

"Keep your formations tight, pick your targets, and rely on your brother!" Livia shouted, and then took a few steps forward, even as the horses grew even more nervous from the howling. The dozen or so Legionaries mounted, quickly dismounted their horses, and joined their brothers in formation, locking their shields together in with Reginarus' phalanx.

Livia took up her position in the center, producing a small pistol from a holster that ran across her chest, and promptly firing it into the air, sending a stream of sparks into the sky, which culminated into a brilliant red flare that was almost as bright as the sun. It briefly lit up the surrounding area in a deep red glow before dissipating into nothingness. Livia then turned her attention forward, it would take time, but the might of her army would soon bear down on the Weargtooth mountains, she looked briefly to Reginarus, an unspoken resolution. They needed only hold out for as long as it took for the main Argosian army to arrive. From there they would push forward with sheer numbers.

Everyone there was braced for combat.


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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Sigurd Hring Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Iskjerne Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Dvalinn Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok
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Nestled neatly in the center of the formation of soldiers, Livia watched her surroundings closely, along with those of her men. The first thing that caught her attention were the shrill shrieks of the piglet they had released earlier. Someone had taken the bait, and Livia's attention snapped to the source of the screams. Quickly, and without hesitation, she pointed towards the source of the noise, and one of the archers loosed a gas arrow up into the ravine, sending smoke into the hole where the animal had been felled. It's screams were all the Legata needed to know, but the tides of battle move quickly, and just as she oriented herself towards the source of the screams, the sound of something giving way snapped her attention, and she watched as nearly a dozen of her men fell into the pit, their screams reaching her ears with the sickening sound of metal and wood being driven into flesh brought her senses back into the present.

"Nullum vivum relinquere!" She screamed, but it coincided with the moment that she lunged forward into the fray of battle, ten wolf skinned Ulfhednar descended upon her formation. She caught one baring his pointed teeth in a wicked snarl, swinging his crude seax towards her chest in a broad downward motion, but Livia maneuvered quickly, deflecting the blow with her right gauntlet while rolling to his left, sweeping her gladius across the ulfhednar's ankles. The razor sharp blade slicing easily through skin, muscle, and bone, much like a knife through butter as the man's feet were severed at his shins, bringing the wolf skinned warrior to the ground as Livia followed up by plunging her now bloodstained gladius into his chest. A Second Ulfhednar, enraged by her kill moved up behind her, but she followed up by spinning to her right, swinging for the neck with the aim to sever the head from the body in one clean sweep, affording the savage warrior enough fleeting moments of consciousness to see his own body crumple to the ground.

Livia's soldiers did not fare so well, as they had been briefly disorganized by the ambush, their formation broke as they engaged the savage warriors in one on one combat, with axes striking shields, and nanosteel blades clashing with crude pig iron. Livia's attention was diverted only for a moment as she spotted a third wolfskinned warrior creeping up behind Reginarus while he was busy with his kill.

"Reginarus!" She cried out before she flipped her hand in a swiping motion, sending a glint of metal, and an audible thwip towards the Ulfhednar warrior.



There was a brief thud, and the Ulfhednar would fall forward suddenly, and seemingly without explaination until it had become evident as three metal stars had been embedded in his neck, and spine. Livia made a gesture with her finger, before she grabbed her Gladius, and raised it into the air.

"Omnes interficere!" She shouted, rallying her men forward, ushering them to push against the ambush, they still had the advantage, and Livia knew they would overpower them.

In an instant, an Argosian soldier grunted, recoiling against one of the Ulfhednar that had latched onto the exposed skin of his arm, blood began to run as the Soldier bashed the savage with the pommel of his blade, with no avail, the man moved to try and gouge the warrior's eyes out, before finishing him by driving his dagger between the wolf skinned animal's eyes.

Amid the chaos, Reginarus would find Livia's hand a moment later reaching down to help him back to his feet, as the Argosian soldiers forced the remaining Ulfhednar out of their formation, and had begun to form a tight Testudo around them, taking stabs at them through their interlocked shields.


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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Sigurd Hring Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Iskjerne Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Dvalinn Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok
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Reginarus sheathed his gladius before grabbing his spatha, accepting Livia's help up, grabbing her hand while also using his sword to pry himself to his feet. As he stood up, he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his fingertips, but there was no blood. He gazed down at Livia and with a kind but serious expression, he nodded gratefully, before grabbing his left hamstring and slowly limping back into position behind portions of the unbroken phalanx, dangling his blade low as he walked beside her, and as the legionnaires started to form a testudo around them.

By now the towel or shawl around his face had fallen off and was dangling around his neck, over the top of his metal neck protector. But the wind was still in their favor, having stopped completely, and the gaseous air had not turned back against the archers. As a rooftop of scutum shields with 1/8th inch thick nanosteel facings started to shadow them and bunch everyone together within the center of the confined small barrier, Reginarus hunched over into a thrusting position behind the front line of shields, readying his spatha before glancing over at Livia again inquisitively.

Reginarus had never seen a shuriken before, and the look on his face betrayed his admiration and curiosity, as he gazed at her silently before looking forward again at the enemies. Again his expression turned to that of a Viking-borne Centurion, his raging blue eyes reflecting from what little rays of light seeped through the shields around him as a single bead of sweat ran down his face, moreso from his increased adrenaline rush than from the heat of his Argosian armor. Spears and shields clashed, and as the first opening in the shield line presented itself, Reginarus thrusted his blade, striking out at whatever unfortunate Ulfhednar raked at the other side just before the shields locked again to close the gap.

From out of the fog of gas, in the direction of the squeeling hog, 10 wolf-like figures walked out on all fours, their ears perked, eyes gazing lifelessly at the Argosian testudo.

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They looked like a pack of ravenous hungry dire wolves, their ghostly green eyes glowing from the gemstone inlays in their hoods, grey silhouettes emerging from the dusty fog as they crawled forward slowly, reaching out to them as the melee with the right flank started to dwindle. But something was amiss about this small pack that was now blocking their pathway. After a moment or so, during the miniature clash of cultures, it became noticeable to some of the Argosians that the pack of angry wolves was actually just another group of ulfhednar. They had been effected by the gas, and were crawling around on the ground, choking and gasping for air. They were human, and mortal, after all. Though some of the legionnaires during the brief chaos still perceived these Viking savages on all fours to have the appearance of actual werewolves. Perception at that point was in the eye of the beholder.

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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Sigurd Hring Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Iskjerne Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Dvalinn Character Portrait: Zirkonia Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok
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Sinfrost roared again, flicking out his wings and rearing up on two legs.

Meanwhile, Zirkonia sensed Alkinera, and screeched to the other dragon. A war was escalating faster than anything this planet had ever seen before.

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Livia's eyes narrowed as she watched the encroaching wolves through what few gaps there were in the Testudo. She was thinking deeply, blue eyes seared into the path ahead as she tried to come up with scenarios. She was out of her element here, fighting savage barbarians that were using the land against them. She knew they had time to dig in, to set up their traps, and impinge their advancement. Livia thought long and hard, and something caught her eye.

She surveyed them, and their movements, their gaunt expressions. They were emaciated, and they were starving, she knew the plight of Iskjerne Bay all too well, plagued by drought, famine, and pestilence, the people had resorted to cannibalism according to the Frumentarii she had sent to spy on the settlement. This gave Livia an idea, and so she turned to one of her mule carts, and then to one of the Apothacaries within the Century of men they had brought.

"Strychnos opus est, tota." She remarked and the Apothecary nodded, reaching into his rucksack to produce several vials of powder that was to be used to synthesize medicine for the wounded soldiers. Livia took the vials, and moved within the Testudo to one of their soldiers, using the shields as cover.

"Da mihi cibum tuum cibaria" Livia ordered, and one by one the Soldiers started to understand what she was getting at. They threw down packs of bread, and packs of cured and salted meats, fish, and vegetables. Livia found food that had a bitter quality to mask the taste, and she spread the powder within the porridges and cuts of salted meats that she could get their hands on. They had put everything in a small pile, and Livia nodded in approval, while glancing slightly towards Reginarus.

"Retro domum feramus canes venenosos.." She remarked.

Livia then looked up, and called out into the mist before her.

"þú vinnur. við förum í friði, þiggjum þessa fórn!" She cried out in the closest thing she knew to their language, simple heavily accented words that she had picked up from Reginarus, and words she had been taught by the Taiyou Military.

With a swift gesture of her hands, she signalled for the Testudo to retreat with a simple verbal command.

"Recidere!" She shouted.

"Noli timere, formationem servare, pedem referre." She ordered, and then signalled for them to start taking a step back, slowly, and one step at a time, after a few moments, several packages of the Argosian rations were made apparent as the Argosians retreated further, eventually reaching a distance of about thirty paces away, withdrawing from their position while still maintaining the Testudo formation.

"Nunc expectamus." Livia remarked.

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The Argosians continued to hold the front line with Reginarus taking command from behind the phalanx as Livia and some of the others started devising a plan in the ranks behind them. Ingeniously, the Legata had thought to use strychnine to poison the ulfhednar, preparing rations of food in hopes that they might take the bait.

By now, the dozen or so wolfcoats in front of them had stopped moving, most of them passing out or suffocating from a lack of oxygen as the tear gas took effect. Reginarus and his front line decimated the last of the ulfhednar to the right flank, though the ulfhednar to the left flank were still hiding within the rocks. In all, about 20 or more ulfhednar had now been disposed of, and about 35 legionnaires were wounded. There was no telling how many more ulfhednar were lurking in the mountains, but the Argosians had the advantage, knowing that the Vikings were sickly and starving.

As the Legata gave the order, Reginarus and the rest of the testudo would fall back and reform, stepping away from the impending skirmish as some lightly armored servants brought forth a red blanket, laying it down between the Argosian phalanx and the ulfhednar before them, setting baskets and plates of delicious food rations in the middle of the pathway.

"þú vinnur. við förum í friði, þiggjum þessa fórn!" Livia shouted, hoping that the ulfhednar would be able to understand her broken accent as the Argosians continued to walk backwards away from the feast, still maintaining their guard.

Within minutes, some of the ulfhednar from the left flank started to slowly appear from behind the rocks, popping their heads up slowly with their hands in the air, their spears and daggers raised where the Argosians could see them. "Argosia, ekki skjóta. Við heyrum í þér!" One of the wolf-skins shouted as he stepped out from behind the boulder with 9 other ulfhedinn's, revealing themselves to the receding army on the pathway.

"Lækkaðu vopnin þín. Við tökum tilboði þínu." The ulfhednar said nervously, half expecting it to be a trap. After a moment of observation and careful consideration, and despite being warned by their kinsmen, the thin skinny wolf-coated warriors would approach the baskets of food and stare down at the offering with gaping, drooling mouths. It was obvious that this group was on its last leg and desperate for sustenance. After some quarreling and arguing amongst themselves, one of the ulfhedinn's urged another one to take the first bite, testing it for poison.

The ulfhedinn cautiously picked up an apple, looked up to his comrades, and slowly took a bite into it before chewing. After a minute, he swallowed as everyone watched. But nothing happened. "Það er gott. Það er óhætt að borða," he commented before taking another bite. Soon, the other 9 ulfhednar dropped their weapons and fell to their knees on the blanket, digging in as they started to fight over the food in front of them, grabbing handfuls at a time and shoving it into their mouths. Little did they know that the food they were eating was laced with strychnine, and would slowly eat through their stomachs. Now all the Argosians had to do was wait for the poison to take effect. Yet in the back of his mind, Reginarus knew there were still other ulfhednar hiding somewhere in the mountains.