Grimm Realization

[JoshBright 3014]

 

Grimm Realization

 

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“Blood for blood. Fire for frost. Where man waits, the frost does not.”

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The events began not in chaos, but in coordination.

 

 

Within the barracks, members of the levy, members of the Helwyr’s guild, and gathered citizens stood together in discussion. The frost had made its presence known in recent years, and the meeting had been called to address how the threat would be handled within the barracks and the city itself, what measures would be taken, how patrols would respond, and how civilians might be protected should the cold return in force. Plans were being spoken aloud. Warnings shared. Preparations debated.

 

 

The frost does not wait. 

 

 

Without warning, a horrid screech of twisting iron tore through the barracks as the front gates were violently forced open. Chains snapped. Metal screamed. A bitter, unnatural wind poured inward, washing over levy, guild, and citizen alike. The cold bit deep, yet this time, it did not arrive in silence. A Heavy, rhythmic impacts followed.

 

 

 BOOM. 

BOOM. 

 

BOOM. 

 

 

Each thunderous step shook the stone beneath their feet as the source revealed itself beyond the ruined gate: a colossal frostbound mammoth, towering nearly twelve feet tall, its hide crusted with ice and rime. Pale breath billowed from its trunk as it lowered its massive tusks and pried the gate open by sheer force, iron bending beneath frozen strength. 

 

 

Before the defenders could fully reorganize, the first wave struck.

 

 

From beneath the rising gate and through the shattered entrance, frost-covered wolves and hounds surged forward in a sudden, feral rush. Their movements were fast and deliberate, their attacks aimed not to kill outright, but to maim, disarm, and drag defenders down. As reinforcements from the inner city arrived to assist, they found themselves met by counter-reinforcements of frost. Wolves lunged at the newcomers, snapping for arms and legs, seeking to cripple and overwhelm. 

 

 

The beast let out an ear-piercing screech, rattling armor and stone alike as it charged deeper into the gatehouse. In a devastating moment, Ser Silas, having just aided the young recruit John, was caught by one of the mammoth’s tusks. Frozen ivory pierced through armor as Silas was lifted from the ground and slammed into the gatehouse wall, pinned there by sheer force.

 

 

The impact alone was enough to steal the breath from any man. Blood seeped from Silas’ side as jagged ice formed across his armor, frost creeping ever outward as the cold sought to claim him where he hung. It was only Therin’s timely strike, his blade biting deep into the mammoth’s flesh, that forced the beast to recoil enough to loosen its pin.

 

 

Yet Silas was not finished.

 

 

Summoning what strength remained, he willed his warhammer, flames licking up the haft and engulfing the hammer’s head from a nearby fireball. With a final, furious swing, Silas brought the burning weapon down upon the mammoth’s skull. Bone cracked. Frost shattered. Fire roared. The mammoth reeled, but answered blood with blood. In its dying fury, the beast reared and brought its massive foot down upon Silas, attempting to crush him beneath its weight.

 

 

And in that same brutal exchange, Ser Silas fell.

 

 

 With the fall of Ser Silas came the fall of the mammoth. The great beast let out one final, broken sound, something between a roar and a death-cry, before collapsing into the snow. Its body did not remain. Instead, it slowly cracked, melted, and dissolved, returning to frost and ice as though reclaimed by the cold that birthed it.

 

 

Leaderless and weakened, the remaining wolves faltered. One by one, they were cut down by Olorin, Aeth, Therin, and Relad, until silence finally returned to the Barracks. Blood-stained snow and drifting frost were all that remained.

 

 

A painful lesson for all, if they would not attack the frost, the frost would attack them. Made even more painful by the death of a Hero, a Warrior, A friend to most, a mentor to some but above all. 

 

 

A Knight.

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OOC: I hope those who attend the event today enjoyed the second event. I am unsure how long the event line is going to be, but we shall see how the story plays out!

 

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[ChainedDragons 1374]

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OOC: Thank you for such a fire event, I hope my contribution helps other characters grow, GL against the frost guys

 

A white raven flies over Petra as silence took the city with the fall of a good man.