"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
02-29-2016, 08:46 AM (This post was last modified: 03-08-2016, 11:13 AM by Weir.)
winter is coming
Sadly the shadow-mancer ducks his ball of cheer, the amber orb continuing into the distance to strike some other unfortunate soul (or fortunate depending who you ask). The ice that was intended to lock Rhonan’s legs in place misses as well but thankfully Weir had a little trick up his sleeve. That of his invisibility. He smirks, cloaking himself and Phaedrus in the cloak before the winged stallion takes to the skies, leaving it all together. Hmmm, suit yourself Weir thinks, as he gallops off laughing.
“Fight smarter not harder,” he calls to the shadow-maker as he leaves, chortling at the stallions jibe. He’d stay and play really but he still intends to check on his good friend.
The invisible red man runs through the changing landscape, finding his way over the newly forming vegetation in leaps and bounds. It is not often that Weir runs around but he finds that when he needs them, his legs do not fail. Darwin on the other hand, has been kept in that place of in-between, his tortoise legs were no good for jumping you see.
It’s with a sudden halt that he finds Warship, Prague already pulling the life from him. Now he knows that Warship fights for the Chamber but he doesn’t think the man deserves such a death as this. His pounding chest seems to split, to break from the inside, a piece chiseled from the very organ that keeps him alive. He stops at the black General’s side, looking down forlorn and whispering sorrowfully, “Warshy-.“
Another blizzard is brewing within him. The space in which he himself stands untouched, the body and ground beneath the Chamber’s soldier as well. Outwardly the earth takes on a thick layer of ice, a mirrored expanse that is cold and smooth and slick. The winds themselves howl in a rage as they toss wildly against the Chamber, the lands filling with traits of the arctic.
The Dale’s “stand-in magician” eyes turn white, blinding light filling the once amber pools. The temperature is the next to change, to plummet into freezing from the North wind, cold enough to stop a heart, cold enough that your body might shiver and quake. Perhaps you would feel so cold that your body thinks it is warm, a lie to soothe you as you drift into a never ending sleep.
Fissures break as the ground groans and trembles. A crevasse opens here or there, an abyss to hopefully fell their enemies but he has stopped controlling them at this point…
W E I R
Invisble- Magic manipulating - Winter wielder of the Dale
weir laughs - runs around chamber to find warship - finds him and is very angry/sad and begins a blizzard in the chamber(it is FREEZING cold, the ground is now slick ice, lots of loud fast howling winds, crevasse's opening up randomly). feel free to knock weir out before everyone freezes xD
