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White capped and stretching across the entirety of the north of Ellaria, the climate is arctic. There are many coves and valleys. Vikings are said to settle here.
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Weargtooth Mountains

White capped and stretching across the entirety of the north of Ellaria, the climate is arctic. There are many coves and valleys.

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Weargtooth Mountains is a part of Ellaria.

3 Places in Weargtooth Mountains:

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Sinfrost [36]
Dvalinn [24] Dvalinn is the king of the dvergar, a strange species of dwarf known for their craftsmanship and abilities.
Terakon Luvinair [15] A large imposing frost giant
Khale Fewtale [14] A large imposing frost giant

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Character Portrait: Asvith Thrym Character Portrait: Eras Character Portrait: Frendor Falcon-Wind Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Zirkonia
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#, as written by Sigurd
In the distance the great jotunn took a step into the north of the Groenbogs far east on Ellaria. A groan echoed through the mountains. The pink clouds above grew deeper in their hue. A great shadow was cast over the north of Ellaria as something loomed beyond the clouds. South in the Bez Daha Trees a civilization bloomed, and all across Gaia Champions answered the call. Asvith Thrym, the king of the jotnar, stood posed beneath the stratosphere, his enormous frame blocking out the stars and moons as he looked around slowly with his head above the clouds. He was far too large to notice Frendor as he jumped on the back of Zirkonia, or Sinfrost as he backed away. Nor was he aware of Dvalinn the Dvergar sitting on his big toe inside the ravine, trying to fish for bait. He also was not concerned with the vikings in Iskjerne Bay, or the battles they were engaged in. Asvith only cared about one thing -- destroying the Aesir.

Asvith turned his head slowly looking at the Soja, before Ni'Thorne suddenly got Thrym's attention. As Ni'Thorne descended down into the clouds, two more giants suddenly appeared with him. Thrym the Jotunn spun around slowly, turning his hips and his feet as he swung a curve at not only the Soja but also Mizuho with one swinging overhand corkscrew baseball punch. Though slow, Thrym was mighty and powerful. His fist was made of stone boulders, diamonds, crystals, thick massive roots, shells, bones, iron ore and who knows what? At that moment, the thick roots on his feet would sink into the sand. One foot in Asvith's Ravine, the other in the Tartarean Sea just beyond the mouth of the channel.

As the godly giant answered the calling of Eras, the bridge captain Hiroki would breathe with a sigh of relief as the Soja was suddenly kicked into hyperdrive just before Thrym could smash it with his fist. The Mizuho, however, was not so lucky. They were too slow in evading Thrym's corkscrew punch as his massively jagged knuckles smashed into the orbiting vessel with incredible force. It would be a miracle if anything managed to survive such a strong blow, as Thrym's fist shattered the Mizuho like glass in the sky, causing it to explode into a cloud of dust and space debri. Nothing remained of the hybrid ship.

Asvithrym the Jotunn was now standing face to face with Ni'Thorne the Colossus, a mountain and earth giant of similar size to himself. Thrym narrowed his eyes on Ni'Thorne as he slowly retracted his fist after having thrown a punch. Thrym would sink his massive body in and flare his sides out, trying to make himself seem larger and more powerful than the slightly shorter colossus. He raised his shoulders and widened his arms, holding them out in front of himself in a threatening manner as if preparing to wrestle with Ni'Thorne and the other two giants behind him. Terakon and Fewtal peered over the clouds at him, their own expressions menacing as they stood there posed like statues in fighting positions. At that moment, Thrym roared.

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When Asvith's fist collided with the Mizuho, it would not shatter, and the result would be completely different than what he would expect.



The fist careened towards the ship, but smashed some kind of energy field, brilliant shimmering panes of light coalesced out of nothingness, Hyper-dimensional energy easily counteracted the kinetic blow of Thrym's fist. The wings of the Light Hawk could stand up to the divine whims of even the most powerful entities.

As the kinetic energy from the fist dissipated, the panes of light slowly vanished into nothingness, but their brilliance illuminated the darkness of space, and even cast a light onto the surface below.

The Mizuho remained, sitting in orbit, it did not take any action against the Jotuun.

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

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A turquoise dove appeared, circling around, sent by the hand of Frendor Falcon-Wind, carrying and repeating his message, and ready to hear and bring back a reply.

The Turqoise Dove has left the area, heading north into Ellarian Tartarean Coast.

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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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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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Frendor Falcon-Wind looks around

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Frendor wonders where is that majestic dragon? I seem to have lost track of time. Was I under some kind of spell for the last several months?

Frendor Falcon-Wind has left the area, heading north towards Ellarian Tartarean Coast.
Thorvald Asvaldsson arrives, coming from Iskjerne Bay.
Thorvald Asvaldsson has left the area, heading south towards Great Ellarian Forest.
Erik Thorvaldsson arrives, coming from Iskjerne Bay.
Erik Thorvaldsson ascends towards Ellaria.

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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok Sigurdsson
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"You're settling a score, Liv, you have to let go, this isn't worth it."

"I have to avenge them, I have to restore honor." Livia said, through the rumble of the landed stealth corvette, a stunning blonde woman in front of her, a woman that Livia looked upon with a sense of adoration, and respect. She offered the blonde an exacerbated sigh before casting her gaze back to the man in the wheelchair.

"He has the markings of a great Warrior, Marlene. I'm going to lay them low, and let him rule them as their king, It's only fitting. He has given me purpose, an Heir so that I may leave this life behind." Livia answered, crossing her arms over her chest, as the hot wind from the whirring engines of the Stealth Corvette whipped her hair around. Marlene merely offered a sigh. "Don't die out there, Liv." She remarked, before offering Livia a brief, but warm kiss, and then turning towards the ship, to leave. At that moment, Livia snapped back to reality, the jagged cliffs of the path they carved through the Weargtooth Mountains was evident. The wind was icy cold, a transition from the Great Ellarian Forest, and the firestorm they had carved to move through it.

The sky had turned from a hazy orange to a sharp blue, now that they had ascended high above the smoke from the fire. Livia cast a brief glance to her mounted companion, Reginarus, and then she looked back to the six hundred Legionaries marching in step behind them, the Algiz rune being carried high by the Vexillarius, along with the Legion's banner. Livia quietly kept her gaze affixed to the path laid out in front of them, while they marched step by step, six hundred strong. She had grown to trust Reginarus, and his decisions, she had come to regard him as a comrade, ever since rescuing him from certain death.

Livia turned her attention behind her for a moment, and then to her Signiferi. The golden bull that he hoisted high among their banners glinted in the harsh Gaian sunlight, and it was only a matter of time before they reached Iskjerne Bay, so Livia took a breath, and took in the sounds around her, as her advanced vanguard marched further into the towering, craggy Weargtooth Mountains. She was confident for the moment that six hundred of them could take the city, but her eyes also scanned her surroundings. She watched every outcropping, every unusual log, and frowned.

"These obstacles will need to be cleared." She remarked to Reginarus.

"They lie in wait here, to ambush us, perhaps it is your flag that stays their hand. We will be sure to use poison gas here." Livia added, a call to the Sarin Gas tests that Reginarus had witnessed against prisoners back on Argos.

"We will be in Iskjerne by sundown, if we do not run into any trouble."

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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Iskjerne Hestahar Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok Sigurdsson
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#, as written by Sigurd
Reginarus looked around quietly as he pushed his horse slowly into the mountains, its slow gait leaving the sound of crunching rocks and stones beneath the horse's iron-clad hooves. Reginarus was at the front of his centuria, having brought almost his entire army with him as his optio Longinus and the others marched on foot behind him, accompanied by his signifer Gnaeus who carried the company's personal banner or signum, a flagpole with a red flag and a yellow open human hand or manus denoting the oath of loyalty taken by the Argosian legionaries under Reginarus' command.

Reginarus had ordered his tesserarius Cassian to stay behind at the camp and guard the fort along with 1 contubernium composed of 10 legionaries, to protect the Weygate and make sure that nobody raided the barracks. The other 9 contubernia followed Reginarus into the Weargtooth Mountains, each one led by its own decanus. Two of these decanae in particular, Atticus and Auletes, had already started to gain fame from their experiences in battle, and had accompanied Reginarus into the mountains, so that Reginarus had 90 legionaries altogether, not including the other cohort that Livia had brought with them for a total of 600.

The vexillarius marched before the cohort, holding up the banner with the Algiz Rune painted on it. The vexillarius was dressed very similar to the Viking berserkers or ulfhednar, except he wore the pelt of a lion, rather than that of a bear or wolf. Reginarus had confidence that the Vikings would be able to recognize the Algiz Rune, though he could not guarantee that the Vikings would grant them safe passage into their settlement once they got there. Livia's own signifer looked even more similar to the berserkers than the vexillarius as he held up the legion's banner of the golden bull, symbolizing the strength of the Argosian military.

Livia and Reginarus were looking everywhere, left and right, up and down as they walked cautiously into the gullies and ravines created by their seige weapons. As they entered hostile territory, the Ulfhednar and Hestahar cavalry were already watching their every move from a distance, some hiding in the rocks and crannies above, while others gazed from afar at lower elevations. The mountains were littered with boobytraps, and the Argosians became a little bit unnerved by the eerie silence and lack of activity so close to the Viking's homestead. As one of the legionaries in Reginarus's frontline raised his hand up to his helmet, cupping his brow to block the sun's brightness as he gazed up at the cliffs and ridgelines above, Reginarus turned to look down from his horse at the legionary, calling to him.

"Psst, put your hand down," Reginarus said quietly whilst gritting his teeth at the younger soldier, knowing that the Vikings were probably already spying on them and would be keen to pick up on their body language. "These obstacles will need to be cleared," Livia remarked as she noticed some of the unusual logs and outcroppings in the valley. "They lie in wait here, to ambush us. Perhaps it is your flag that stays their hand. We will be sure to use poison gas here." Livia said as they continued to march slowly and cautiously through the mountains.

Reginarus glanced over at the flags, checking the wind's direction before responding back. "I agree," he said before stopping his horse, raising his own hand and making a fist, giving his contubernia the order to stop. Reginarus had decided that his own legionaries would not go any further until the path was safe enough for the legata to proceed. As if they were one in-sync unit, all 90 of his legionaries stopped abruptly, maintaining their almost perfect formation. "We will be in Iskjerne by sundown, if we do not run into any trouble." Livia said as Reginarus signaled for Auletes and his contubernia to go ahead of them and scope out any possible traps on the rocky path.

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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.

David Baxter has arrived, coming from Great Ellarian Forest.
David Baxter has left the area, heading southwest towards Grove of Yggdrasill.