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Terakon Luvinair

A large imposing frost giant

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

Description

Has the appearance of a super large Viking warrior, towering above the clouds.

So begins...

Terakon Luvinair's Story

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Terakon Luvinair stares at Asvith Thyrmm

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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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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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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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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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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.

The setting changes from Weargtooth Mountains to Sentinel Mountains

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Frendor listened carefully to the ancient legends of the Precursor, with awe and fascination. Surely he was now interacting with vast forces beyond his understanding! He had never met one of the ancient champions, nor yet one of the Ithquent; he was still too young.

In the distance, he could start to see the outline of the vast army of Syros, with an important looking man and woman standing beside Syros himself, gazing up at Zirkonia as she approached them.

Just in time, Frendor remembered to suspend the illusion of a frost giant, Terakon Luvinair, following the dragon, so that the followers of Syros would not mistake him for one of the Collossi.

Frendor prepared himself to gently slide down from Zirkonia to greet Syros.

"Hail Syros, Champion of Gaia, and Slayer of the Collossi. I am Frendor Falcon Wind, a humble elf, and this is the great dragon Zirkonia. We come to warn you that one of the Collossi, Asvith Thyrm, has awoken and is causing devastation all around Gaia. We have used our limited powers to distract and slow his progress, but Gaia will not be safe until all the Champions are united together."

The setting changes from Sentinel Mountains to Weargtooth Mountains

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Character Portrait: Asvith Thrym Character Portrait: Frendor Falcon-Wind Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Dvalinn Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale
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Khale Fewtale stays close to Sinfrost protecting him from the Collossi.

The setting changes from Weargtooth Mountains to Sentinel Mountains

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In the skies above the clouds, a strange shape winked into existence, and began to move slightly, a keen eye could make out it's artificial, bulbous nature.

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High above, the clouds began to move slower. There was something odd going on above the planet- again. The great pink glow in the skies remained, but the clouds- while moving at a pace slower than molasses- seemed to be dissipating.

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Zirkonia descent, the illusion remaining behind, and landed gracefully near the gathered crowd. She bowed deeply to Syros after she landed, only rearing her great head up again as Frendor introduced her.

It was then, from the south, a giant rumble came. She looked to Frendor, worried, and then to Syros. The Colossus?! Were they too late?

The setting changes from Sentinel Mountains to Weargtooth Mountains

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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.