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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.

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Dvalinn [55] Dvalinn is the king of the dvergar, a strange species of dwarf known for their craftsmanship and abilities.
Terakon Luvinair [46] A large imposing frost giant
Khale Fewtale [45] A large imposing frost giant

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Character Portrait: Asvith Thrym Character Portrait: Eras Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Frendor Falcon-Wind Character Portrait: Zirkonia
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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 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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"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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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.

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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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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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Livia Caesarius promptly dismounted her horse to prepare for battle. The centurion Reginarus, however, was still slightly disabled from the near-fatal injuries he had endured for many weeks, and the therapeutic recovery he had prematurely put aside for this mission, despite the Legata's advice to take some time off. Reginarus could not run yet, much less barely walk without limping, but that didn't seem to matter much on horseback as he grasped his spatha firmly by the 8-inch hilt, allowing the 40-inch nanosteel blade to hang down low by his side as he held his position behind the front line, peering out over the heads of the legionnaires as they locked their rectangular scutum shields together to form a phalanx.

As the Legata drew her pistol and shot a red flare into the sky, the deafening un-rhythmic howls of the distant ulfhednar suddenly stopped and everything became eerily silent. For a moment, the sky and everything beneath had a red glow to it as the flare slowly drifted downwards before dissipating into nothingness. All that the legionnaires could see was the foggy blanket of tear gas which had settled in the mountains and crags around them. There was dead silence. Not a man, bird, cricket or animal could be heard. Atticus the decanus glanced over to Longinus, who in turn glanced up at Reginarus as if looking for him to give commands. But Reginarus just glanced back and nodded slightly without saying anything, as if motioning for Longinus to hold his position and wait patiently.

Just then, a shrieking squeel of agony could be heard coming from somewhere within the fog in front of them. It was the sound of the little piglet that the legionnaires had released earlier, as someone, or something, had either snared it or killed it, yet apart from the painful squeel, there was no one and nothing to be seen. As the Argosian soldiers peered into the direction of the distressing sound in front of them, gripping their spears tightly with their shields locked together, they suddenly heard someone coughing a bit before returning to silence. Only this noise came from above the ravine and off to their right, causing some of Reginarus' legionnaires to turn their heads suddenly in that direction whilst still holding their phalanx positions. Auletes and his legionnaires stood silently posed, more spooked than shaken, but nevertheless undaunted and ready to engage their enemies.

Then, like a terrible landslide, some of the legionnaires in the front line would quickly begin to feel the ground move beneath their feet. Just then, a rope cable suddenly appeared before them, which had been laying loosely buried and hidden across the dusty pathway where they had been standing, only to spring up and become visible for a second as the cable became tensed. But this was no trip wire. It was the cable to the large 15x10 rectangular wooden platform beneath their feet. The platform had also been buried beneath the dust, undetected by the highly trained Argosian soldiers who were now standing directly on top of it.

Before anyone could even react, the rope cable was suddenly pulled into the left side of the path where it seemed to disappear inside some intentionally placed rocks, and the large wooden platform was jolted quickly out from under them, revealing its simple but sinister purpose. It had been a trap door, beneath which was a huge hole or ditch about 10 feet deep, bearing a number of spears which had been stuck vertically into the ground with their points facing upward. Some of the legionnaires in the phalanx had been unknowingly standing on a spike pit, and as the board was instantly removed out from under them, 35 legionnaires suddenly fell into the shallow pit, only to be impaled through their genitals and disabled by the metal spear tips, or at the very least by their unexpected fall which caused some of them to faceplant their own shields, or land on their own weapons and each other in an attempt to break their fall. Reginarus watched as a good portion of Argosian infantry were forced to break from their positions, stepping forward or backwards away from the gaping ditch to avoid a similar fate. The ulfhednar were slick, but in pulling the rope, some of them had also just revealed their own location behind the nearby rocks, and Reginarus, being still mounted above the others on his horse, had a pretty clear visual of everything.

"Lacunam claude! Tenere lineam!

He shouted, pointing his sword out over the heads of his own soldiers to the pile of rocks as if directing the legionnaires to the location where the rope had been pulled from, since the fine dust that had been kicked up from the rocky terrain had made everything all the more difficult to see from the ground. "Ibi ibi!!" he exclaimed, pointing his sword at the rocks to the left of the pathway just as a small group of 10 ulfhednar in wolf-skins suddenly jumped down from the top of the canyon above them to the right, covered in dust, which not only had masked their appearance but also their scent as well. These ones had been very close to the Argosian troops, unaffected by the tear gas arrows which had struck farther away. So close in fact that, mistaking him for the senior-most Argosian leader, one of the ulfhednar actually lunged on top of Reginarus' from behind, knocking him off of his horse as he tackled the centurion to the ground, attempting to stab him in the back of the neck with a crude small-bladed seax. Reginarus dropped his spatha and fell to the ground, caught by surprise, but the makeshift dagger did little to puncture his superior metal neck protector.

As the other 9 ulfhednar slid down the right side of the rock face with their spears and axes poised and ready to flank the numerous unsuspecting legionnaires whose attention had been drawn to the left by the sudden spear trap manuever, Reginarus quickly rolled over on to his back away from his horse and drew forth his shorter bladed gladius, thrusting it into his attacker's sharp-toothed gaping mouth so that the bloody tapered point protruded from the backside of the ulfhedinn's dusty wolf-headed hairy hood before pushing the more primitive Iskjerne Viking warrior off of him. As he did this, Reginarus noticed that the ulfhedinn had filed his teeth to a sharp point like the jaws of a shark. These weren't just any wolf-coated warriors. They were cannibals, and would be just as likely to bite the Argosians as they would be to hack and slash at them. Reginarus' horse had also been startled, and without his rider to steer his gait, began to melt back towards the other unmounted Argosian horses away from the attacking ulfhednar.


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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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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.