Ding... Dong... The Witch is dead...

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Areon's steed trotted past the empty taverns, a storm was brewing, and he wished to head into the city before it struck. Dismounting at the stables, he persuaded a deal with the boy tending to the horses, after all, he only wished to meditate. Heading to the gardens of Arethor, past the cathedral, Areon saw a group of three, opposite to him, in the noble district. No sooner had he crossed the threshold of the religious district, did he see the flash of steel, as it was plunged into the flesh of a woman. Her escort lay besides her, bleeding, but conscience.

Areon wasted no time, his aura blazing into life, as he muttered an incantation to strengthen the glow and power of his magics. The assailant could not help, but look behind her, slinking her blade out of the flesh of the woman. She raised her bloodied saber in defense, as she looked upon the grim image of a scarred cleric, aura snapping and crackling around him in ghostly blue tendrils. The first of the raindrops began to fall, as some hit her face, they froze in place. All she could do, was smile, showing her pungent red excuses for teeth. Fangs rather...

The storm had come in full force...

Areon formed an orb of pure energies within his palm, as the would-be murderer fled. Casting it towards her for good measure, and turning to the woman who lay there in the rain, blood pooling around her, like the storm water did to the depressions in the street. Areon took off his armored gauntlets, incanting a blessing, and healing the woman as best he could. The guards had arrived by then, and when he was finished, he handed them off to their new undertakers. Taking his horse from the stable, he paid the boy extra, for the wait, and having his horse ready to leave at once...

Areon replenished his energies over the journey, by now, he was in no rush. He had no trail to follow, no scent to catch, the frost witch had seemingly... Vanished. Arriving in Solace, he saw a familiar figure. Brown hair, a steel plated chest plate, and of course, the short sword used to run through the woman. It almost seemed too good to be true. Dismounting, he stomped behind her unnoticed, and gripped her shoulder as tightly as the folds hammered into his armor. The woman feigned weakness, this much he knew, after seeing how savage she was in Arethor. However it was not without cause, soon, all of Solace was watching it seemed. A man had thrown a tomahawk, from too far away. A woman, had her bow and arrow at the ready, unsure of who to fire upon. To them, Areon seemed like a murderer, to Areon, they couldn't be more idiotic.

"Kill him! He wants to murder me!"The frost witch cried out. And this did not go without initiative. Areon was now once again, forced to fight the people, he was trying to save.

"Lies, all of them, this is clerical business. She is a frost witch, stand down, or perish!" Areon growled to the crowd, normally this wouldn't give cause to hesitation, however a cleric beating a defenseless woman, would give anyone pause, such a strange image. The bow wielding woman pulled back on her fletching, however the arrow remained nocked, she herself was having doubts as whether to shoot Areon... Good.

The frost witch began to crawl away in either a charade, or desperation, Areon would not give her a chance to run this time. He smashed her legs, with his silver mace. This worked better than he had expected, she did not bleed, the people were no longer backing her cause... Perhaps the cleric was right?

"What is your name, frost witch? Tell me!"Areon grasped her around the neck, squeezing tightly on her glassy throat. It did not do anything, however, it showed just how unnaturally durable she was. The frost witch lied, naturally, and this time... A new couple arrived. Noblewomen...

"Areon," Ryder called, "What are ye doing to that poor woman?" She spoke in the strange accent, the dramatized sense of shock dripping from her voice. Perhaps that was just nobility though. Areon closed his eyes in disbelief, "this cannot be worse timing," he thought. The other noblewoman, an Elendil, made the awful decision to lay besides the broken frost witch. Areon's nerves were on needles. After a heated debate between nobility and hunter, they finally had their way, as they always do... However, it would be temporary.

Areon accompanied them up to the palace, the public eye was now nothing to be concerned with. However he now had to worry for two noblewomen's safety. Ryder's comment could not shake him. "She is a guest," she said. Why would a frost witch be a guest in Solace. As Areon's prey was propped against the table, Ryder spoke of a letter. To which Areon demanded to see, naturally. As Areon fished within the frost witch's pack for the letter, the women had begun to heal his prey. He was losing time, he had to get rid of those two. Finally, he read the letter, addressed to the leader of the Frosted Thorns...

The letter was torn at the half, however it showed enough damning evidence to put such a criminal to death. Areon had finally concluded that this was, Altariel, the rogue frost witch he had been hunting for three years now. He thought the noblewomen were more annoying by the second, knowing this. Taking a torch from its stand, he brushes the two women aside, plunging the charred branch into the frost witch's face. She screamed in pain, scraping at the table to get away from him, and huddling in a corner as she changed form. Ryder had a dagger pressed against Areon's back now at this point. Areon simply pointed to the witch. Her form now grey, hair white as snow, and eyes glowing an eerie blue.

Ryder stepped back, the pressure of the blade leaving with her. Areon took his chance, he had no more patience. Swinging his staff at her head, and his mace at the arm that held the dagger, Ryder dropped to the ground almost at once. Isabella had fled by then. It was just Areon and the witch now, the hunter and its prey. The fighting ensued, ending in a hand to hand scrap, as Areon smashed into her face over and over, she clawed and swiped at him twice for every one of his strikes. Finally, she laid limp, but Areon was no fool to the durability of frost witches...

He held his palm out, forming a spectral rod, which soon became a blade of crackling, stinging energies. Swinging it down, he relieved the witch of her head. But he was not finished. As Areon began to heal Ryder, the frost witch, headless, on the ground. The bodyguard showed themselves. Considering Areon was healing their employer's grand daughter, and he was the only one able to speak, they had no choice but to believe him. He instructed them to take the body down to the bonfire in the gazebo, he himself would take the head.

Areon watched as the mass of the witch was thrown in, sizzling and popping in shards as her body burned. He gazed at her lifeless head, chuckling lightly at the damage he had caused, and tossed it in after the rest of her corpse. Areon returned to the inn, writing a letter, and heading out once more for a raven.

I am pleased to report, that the frostwitch, Altariel is dead... Meet me in Solace, regards, Areon.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

[[ Can you try and space the paragraphs? It's easier to read, otherwise it's a good read ]]

[Sultan 3953]

(Very nice read :) )

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

[When Cailean finds you IG hes gonna gut you :P]

[Urahra 5781]

Frost Witch, dear. Not Frostwitch.

[Chaqery 427]

Yeh! Yer ploughin' 'em! At least spell it right! Ya ruddy gitface!

[~≈Panda≈~ 290]

* looks up at the stars * Winter is almost upon us, Areon.

Soon, there will be snow, right?

Lets hide our tracks in it.

[Praetor 1550]

((Just to clarify, this isn't a perma, but I decided she wouldn't be coming to Salvus for a little, or at least doing anything evil there.))

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.