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Dead Plains

Aboveground the Dead Plains do not differ from most area on the arctic plains, characterized by snow-covered forests, jagged mountains and an endless, frozen wasteland. Below ground, however, a gigantic temple is hidden from view, countless halls filled with identical coffins. Mysterious imagery covers every wall, but little else is known about it. Its origins remain a mystery.
 

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In a flash of lightning, a Corporeal Cassander appears in the Dead Plains. Perhaps it was a poor choice of locations to begin chaotic rampage...?
 

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In a flash of lightning, a Corporeal Cassander appears in the Dead Plains. Perhaps it was a poor choice of locations to begin chaotic rampage...?
Moving from here, Dresden continues on his journey. Walking through the flat plains of the land, it's easy to see things in the distance, and out of the corner of his eye Dresden spots a strange glow in the distance.

"What typa shit..?"

Expanding his mind outwards, Dresden attempts to sense whether or not it's a fire or some type of person.

( Legilimency ) - Legilimency
Type: Supplementary
Rank: B - A
Range: Short - Long
Chakra: 20 - 30 ( -5 per turn for B rank, -10 for A rank )
Damage: N/A
Description: An innate and somewhat passive ability, Legilimency is the act of magically navigating through the many layers of a person's mind and correctly interpreting one's findings. Legilimens ( users of Legilimency ) are able to detect if a person is lying, as well as delve into their thoughts, emotions, and memories if their target is not skilled in blocking their minds. In most cases, this is not a harmful or detrimental ability, allowing the user a way to predict and understand the opponent's movements and actions with the utmost clarity. While it is similar to reading minds, it should be noted that Legilimency is not as simple as the muggle art of mind-reading; mind-reading assumes that one is simply eavesdropping on the thoughts currently running through the head of another. Legilimency, however, requires the wizard to navigate and move through the various areas of the brain. In it's lowest levels ( B rank ), the user is able to utilize it in a way similar to "mind reading", allowing the user to 'read' the opponent's current thoughts and ones related to them at that moment. This is the basic level of Legilimency and once active, lasts until the user ends it's usage. With training and power, this ability and range increases. At A rank power the user becomes capable of actual navigating the target's mind and it's many layers. This is as harmless as the B rank variant. However, despite all of this, this ability isn't without drawback. The A-Rank version requires the target to be within mid-range while the B-Rank version works up to long-range (one landmark for normal members, two for House Heads and three for the Headmaster).

Note: Although the B rank version is a passive ability honed when the user reaches Year 6, he cannot use the A rank and higher versions without actually actively using this jutsu.
Note: A rank usage can allow one to simply navigate the mind.
Note: A rank usage can only be used once every four turns, lasting 3 turns each usage and requiring a two turn usage break in between A rank and higher usages.
Note: Must place within bio stating the user is a Legilimens.

The person's (creature's?) thoughts were vast, though it was easy to see that this was a sentient being seeking to go on some sort of chaotic rampage. Not on Dresden's watch. Walking towards the preternatural form, Dresden activates the A-Rank legilimency as soon as he enters the edge of mid range, quickly reading through his mind as he would a book. He learns about Cassander's life, his ressurection, his abilities, his personality, and his deepest secrets.

"Cassander Uchiha, you've had an interesting past to the say the least."

Biting his lip and swiping blood across his Liger tattoo, Dresden quickly summons Perseus to his aid.

"I'm sorry to summon you on such short notice, but our enemy is great indeed."

( Kuchiyose: Perseus ) ♆ Summoning: Perseus
Rank: S
Type: Supplementary
Range: N/A
Chakra cost: 40
Attack points: N/A (-10 per turn in weapon form
Description: The user wipes his hands over his summoning tattoo, or makes several handseals and summons, Perseus. Perseus, when on all fours, is 1.5x size of a grown man standing and when Perseus is standing on his hind legs, he is close to 3 meters taller than a bear on it's hind legs and proportionately sized also. Dressed in traditional Ancient Greek armor, Perseus is as fast as most Ligers, with speed on the same scale as Jason and the ability to use Fuuinjutsu up to S rank, as well as Taijutsu, a trait common to Ligers due to their size. Perseus carries a traditional sword with him and a special shield called Aegis with him when summoned. With the head of the figure Medusa on it, the shield has a passive ability that works as soon as he is summoned; based on the myths of the Gorgon's petrifying abilities, the Aegis shield causes a "petrifying" effect on enemies when summoned, slowing them by one rank each turn until dispersed (up to a maximum of 4 ranks below). This works by a passive seal triggering on summoning, causing those enemies in a mid range vicinity to become gradually slower, as if they are becoming stone like as their weight increases due to wave-like chakra pulses that affect the target by opposing their motion. A common ability of Ligers is their ability to transform into useful items for the summoner, such as Achilles transforming into a set of armor and Icarus transforming into a set of taijutsu enhancing claws. In line with this, Perseus is able to turn into the Aegis Shield itself, this time using his basic Fuuinjutsu ability in a way that allows him to affect and seal the usage of chakra of the target. By "petrifying" a type of chakra within the target, this ability called Medusa's Glare allows the Aegis shield to glow and activate a Fuuinjutsu that causes those in mid range that the user designates to lose access to high ranking chakra (A rank and up) of a specific field until Perseus disperses; this works similarly to the Gourd of Sealing, preventing usage of the nature and elements associated with said nature if elemental chakra is applied up to the aforementioned rank. This cannot be used to seal a broad field like Ninjutsu in order to remove every field related to it. After dispersing, the opponent regains the ability to move at normal Speed as well as full access to their chakra.

Note: Can only be summoned once in Liger form or once weapon form.
Note: Lasts four turns. If summoned in Liger form and turned into shield form, it's duration will still be four turns.
Note: Medusa's Glare can only be used in shield form and once per opponent. Freeform usage of the shield is able to block basic attacks and chakra fueled ones of similar rank once per turn.
Note: The Glare of the Gorgon is an A ranked ability




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This post marks the beginning of my mission using the following story board elements:
  • Infiltrate an enemy's base (3)
  • Explore the history of something (3)
  • Explore a dangerous site (3)

Summary: Nicholas has decided to end the threat from a grouping calling themselves the Giant's Wolves. Using a captured member as his guide he plans to infiltrate the enemy base and come to an agreement, or destroy them if necessary. The task is more dangerous than he could have imagined, and the truth behind the Wolves is revealed as a new threat emerges.

Den of Thieves




Despite its name, the Dead Plains had several tall peaks strewn about it. On the eastern edge of its land sat a particularly tall peak which spilled over to the land of Pergamon. It was this "leg", as the locals called it, that provided shelter to the small village of Thamur's Gift, and this leg belonged to Mount Thamur. It was within these mountains that the Giant's Wolves had taken up residence. An intricate series of caverns provided them secrecy and travel. It is down this leg that the Wolves descended upon Thamur's Gift, and from that same path Nicholas returned.

"March to your death. You know this, yes?" The wolf asked back to Nicholas, who followed several feet behind. His captive had been surprisingly cooperative since their brief skirmish back at Nils's tavern. They began their trek at night, scaling the cliff face beside the village, and now the sun glared down on them. The Giant's peak stood tall over them as they trudged through its snowy slopes, ever upward. "A rabbit heading to fire."

Conversation had been sparse, much to Nicholas's delight. The wolf tried to goad him into an argument, and so he paid no mind to his words. A bead of sweat rolled down Nicholas's cheek before being soaked up by his woolen coat. Sweat was a rare sight in Pergamon, constant winds and snow made sure of that. It had been some hours since they rose above the winds, now hey stood in direct sunlight which bounced almost blindingly off the soft snow. He couldn't remember the last time he truly felt hot. Nicholas stopped, and the rope connecting him to the wolf tightened. "Wolf, if this is a false path, you remember our deal?"

The wolf turned and scrunched his nose, peering down at Nicholas. "Tired? Weak!" He spit off to the side. "Shame to me for letting you win. Old man save you." It was true, the wolf had Nicholas by the throat until Nils jarred him loose. A debt to the old man that could never be repaid, yet Nicholas was trying. The wolf turned back to the mountain and surveyed what little features could be seen. "Not far now. Soon. Then you die."

They continued up the snowy slopes while the sun dropped lower and lower, nearing the horizon. The soft snow slowly subsided supplanted by stern stones. The captor and captive climbed over large gray boulders and dropped into a crevice between rock and ice. Their path was suddenly downward instead of up, sinking into the mountainside and away from the open air. The narrow path opened and a small clearing beckoned them in front of an icy maw, dark and foreboding. The cavern entrance stood tall with a row of frozen teeth lining its upper lip. A slow air leaked out of the cavern carrying a deep hum, not unlike the frozen winds of Pergamon. The hum echoed in the throat of the cavern warning Nicholas away, yet he continued forward.

"Here, Rabbit. Down into den we go." The wolf grinned knowingly and led Nicholas into the mountain.




It was dark in the tunnels, but warm. Nicholas illuminated the path with torchlight as he and the wolf delved deeper. The low hum of the cavern's mouth was replaced by the sound of dripping water from melting ice. A light trickle followed them downward. The path came to a drop and then veered sharply to the left before opening into a larger chamber. The light from the fire filled the room and caused blue veins of ice to glow. Two openings sat at opposite ends of the room and the wolf beckoned Nicholas to the right. "Close now."

Nicholas spun around at what he thought was the sound of faint footsteps somewhere back from the direction they came, but the light showed nothing. The wolf snickered, "Rabbit scared? Just mouse. Soon, wolves."

Turning back, Nicholas pushed the wolf forward. "Good." Down more tunnels they went, and Nicholas grew more wary. He felt eyes assaulting him from the darkness and his ears began to play tricks on him, or so he thought. "How much longer, wolf?" The captive didn't answer. The sound of shifting rocks drew Nicholas's attention for a moment, and it was then that he felt a faint resistance across the top of his foot. He looked down to see the unmistakable glint of wire, a trap. Metal scythes freed themselves from the walls to his sides causing him to quickly leap backwards. The rope connecting him to his captive tightened and the wolf grinned. The metal blades severed the rope and the wolf disappeared into the darkness.

Nicholas darted forward after the scythes had passed to chase down his now former captive. Deeper and deeper into the mountain they went, Nicholas chasing the sound of feet and mocking laughter. The path twisted and turned and dropped and rose until it opened into another large cavern, this one with four doors going in different directions. Nicholas stopped and listened, but no sign of the wolf remained. He turned and pondered, and came to the realization that all sense of direction had gone. He was deep in the belly of the beast and lost. He examined each of the pathways and noticed one with what looked to be fresh tracks. Nicholas continued onward in what he hoped to be the right path.

It had been some time since any sign of the wolf was seen. Nevertheless, Nicholas continued. He had little choice in the matter as with no sense of direction his only option was forward. It was perpetually dark in the caves and Nicholas wondered how high the moon had climbed since they disappeared into the mountain. It had been over a day since he slept, and his eyes were growing heavy. For a moment it seemed he might stumble and fall, but he caught himself on a knee. It was this delirium that blinded him to the danger about. The ceiling of the tunnel gave way to a vertical shaft, and within it hid a wolf. Before Nicholas knew of the threat, it was upon him.

The wolf dropped down and landed on Nicholas with his full weight, bringing both to the damp tunnel floor. The torch rolled several feet away but kept providing a faint light. This wolf was not the captive that led him here, this one was a stranger. A metal blade gleamed in the torchlight and the wolf brought it down with the intent to kill. Nicholas reached up with both hands and caught the wrist of the wolf, halting the blade for a moment. The wolf lifted his body and pressed it down on top of the weapon, driving it slowly down towards Nicholas's chest. With no room for chivalry, Nicholas drove his right knee into the groin of the wolf and used the opening to throw him off. The wolf rolled away and retreated into the darkness.

Nicholas listened intently, there were more about. He couldn't decipher their numbers but there were many. Nicholas held out his right hand and gathered ice into a long pole giving him a staff to fight with. A wolf charged from behind and swung a club at Nicholas's head. He spun and held the ice staff out to block the blow. With a quick step forward Nicholas turned further and push the top of the staff down, cracking the wolf across the top of his head and dropping him to the ground. A second wolf lunged from behind and wrapped his arms around Nicholas. A sharp elbow to the gut loosened the hold and Nicholas turned to face the wolf. He placed the hooked wolf's foot with the end of his staff and pulled back, pulling it from beneath the wolf. The enemy fell back with a thud and Nicholas raised his staff and brought it down on the wolf's chest, cracking ribs and knocking the air from his lungs.

The sound of feet grew louder as more wolves funneled toward him. They were coming from the front, too many to deal with hand to hand. Nicholas tossed the ice staff aside and weaved his hands together. He reared back his head and then let loose a powerful gust of wind which tore down the tunnel. The enemies were out of sight, but Nicholas could hear their grunts and screams as the wind crashed into them, pushing them down the tunnels and crushing them against its walls. When the ruckus silenced, Nicholas paused to listen. Nothing. The torch had lost its light in the wind of Nicholas's attack leaving him in darkness, the only light trickled in from the vertical shaft above. With the enemies dispatched, Nicholas moved onward, until a sudden blow cracked him on the back of his head.

Nicholas fell to the ground and winced in pain. He felt a knee pressing into his chest as a wolf was over him. The wolf grinned a familiar grin. "Death, rabbit. Death is now." The wolf raised the rock once more and brought it down sharply across Nicholas's brow, and the world turned black.




He was shocked into consciousness by a bucket of cold war, pain radiated from his brow and the back of his head. He coughed as he tried to gain his bearings. They were in a larger cavern now, the ceiling stood no less than twenty meters high. Torches along the wall provided ample light, though it hurt to look at at first. Slowly the blur disappeared and things became more clear. Wolves sat and stood throughout the cavern, some were eating, some were talking, others were sleeping. Nicholas was tied tightly to a chair, his arms and legs bound by rope. An older man stood before him, looking at him silently with gray, sunken eyes. His head was covered by a trophy from a wolf, a large one, its teeth hanging down past the man's forehead. The former captive stood next to the man.

The older man spoke first, "I hear you are an interesting man, strong as well. You've given my Wolves quite the time." He turned to the wolf beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "You've done a great service to us all, Urk, you have my thanks and the blessing of Thamur." Urk bowed his head and left to do whatever it was the other wolves were doing. The old man walked around Nicholas which revealed something marvelous behind him.

The stone walls that wrapped around the cavern gave way to clear blue ice, some five meters across and reaching up to the top of the cavern. Through the ice a creature stood tall, preserved by the cold, and unlike anything Nicholas had ever seen. Long and thick legs like an oak tree with arms to match. Its body was covered in snow white fur, dense and coarse. Where its fur ended around its hands, feet, and face was near black skin, leathery in texture. Nicholas was awestruck by its size, it filled the frozen tomb almost completely. "...what...what is that?"

"That is Thamur, of course." The old man put a hand on Nicholas's shoulder. "This mountain, this land, it comes from him. The wolves on these slopes, the fish in your lake, the trees of the forests. It comes from him, he who rests in the heart of the mountain."

The man spoke with reverence of this creature, as if he were a deity. Nicholas saw a beast, not a God. "What of it? Why am I here? If you plan to kill me, get on with it."

"No need for haste. Urk told me a great tale when he brought you here. He said that you created ice from air, cold ice, hard ice." He came back around to Nicholas's front, obscuring the frozen beast from view. "Perhaps you've noticed, but life is fading in the north. Each year there is less and less to eat, and more people starve. Do you know why?"

Nicholas tensed his arms to test the strength of the rope, to which it passed. "People. They take too much, leave too little. Like you and your Wolves, taking from my home." There was venom in Nicholas's response.

The old man turned to face Thamur and sighed. "I see. You see us as evil then? But if you knew what we wanted, what we truly wanted, I think you might reconsider." He walked over to the ice and placed a hand on it. "It is not the people who are depleting life. Life is fading because he slumbers." He removed his hand from the ice and walked back to Nicholas. "We will wake him, and he will bring life back to the north!"

Nicholas laughed, "Wake him? It is dead, you old fool. The ice may have preserved its flesh, but death is death."

"Silence! You dare speak such blasphemy?" he hissed. "We seek to save you, and your people. We seek to save all in the north, and we will."

"Well then, what are you waiting for? Go, wake the beast." Nicholas nodded towards the ice.

It seemed the old man was ready to arrive at the point of it all. "Wake Thamur...yes, we've tried. Chisels, and hammers. Axes and daggers. Light and fire. Yet nothing has worn away at the ice. It was made by some magic, and only that same magic has to power to unmake it." He bent forward coming face to face with Nicholas, with a smile. "You possess that magic, do you not? Did Urk speak falsely?"

Nicholas was silent, which itself was an answer.

The old man unsheathed a knife. "And so you will wake Thamur, and for that we will spare your life." He bent down and started to cut the rope binding Nicholas's feet.

"And if I can't? If I refuse?" he questioned.

The old man's expression changed and his aura became far more sinister. "We've taken your food, yes. But we've left your lives. Should you refuse, should you fail, we will kill you, the Gift will be razed to the ground, and no life will be spared." The words were cold, but honest.

The stakes were suddenly higher, and Nicholas was forced to take the situation more seriously. "I won't let you."

The knife rose from the rope to beneath Nicholas's chin, and the old man pressed it up drawing a trickle of blood. "Some things are beyond your means. You're in no position to let me do anything." He took the knife away and moved behind Nicholas. "I will tell you what is within your means. You can save your people, not just today, but forever! Do what I ask, and that is what I will pay you. Refuse, and you know the cost. What say you?"

Nicholas had little choice, even if the old man pretended to present one. He didn't know if he could do what was being asked, but it would seem that trying was the only thing he could do. He nodded silently in agreement with the man.

"Good. Now hold still." The blade moved to the ropes binding his arms and after a brief struggle he was free.

He had the brief urge to fight, escape and protect the village in his own way. But as he glanced around the room and he thought the better of it. Nicholas walked over to the icy heart of the mountain and peered up. The beast was terrifying from close up. He looked back at the old man who stared intensely, not moving, barely breathing. The rest of the Wolves had abandoned their tasks and gathered around. A low murmur started and built into a chant. "Thamur...Thamur...Thamur...Thamur..." and so it went.

Nicholas turned back to the ice and placed his palms on it. It was cold, freezing. Unlike any ice he had come across before, even his own. Yet there was an odd sensation that ran up his arms. The energy within the ice was powerful, yet familiar. Nicholas felt a connection with the ice that he could not explain. He closed his eyes and released his chakra into the tomb, melding with it, infecting it. He focused on making cracks but even those were difficult to form. He pressed more and more chakra into the ice, sweat gathered on his brow mixing with blood. He gritted his teeth and pushed more, his body began to weaken, and cracks began to take shape. With one final push, a massive surge of chakra, the tomb began to crumble.

Exhausted, Nicholas was too weak to escape the falling chunks of ice, and at the last moment he was tackled out of the way by none other than Urk. "Rabbit lives. At least today."

The mountain of ice shattered and fell, and the beast came along with it. It fell to the floor of the cavern sprawled out among the ruins of its prison. For some time there was silence, the chanting ceased. Nobody moved, nobody breathed. Then movement. A finger at first, then a foot. The beast slowly but surely came to life. The Wolves began to chant once more, "Thamur! Thamur! Thamur!"

Thamur gathered himself and pushed to his feet, towering over Nicholas and the Wolves. It looked around, confused and groggy. The old man held out his arms begging for silence and the Wolves quieted. He stepped forward, moving in front of the beast.

"Oh, Great Thamur! We have woken you from your slumber. Bring back life to this great land! Please, oh Great Thamur, we beg of you, bring us life!" He dropped to his knees and bowed to the beast, praying for his help. The other Wolves followed suit, one by one dropping to their knees and bowing.

Thamur considered them all, and then peered down at the old man before him. The old man looked up, his arms spread wide, awaiting his God's response. Thamur raised up his massive arms and balled his fists, and roared a tremendous roar. His response was swift and furious, and was brought down with both hands upon the old man. Little more than a red stain remained.




-To be continued-​


Techniques Used:

(Hyouton no Jutsu) Ice Release Technique
Type: Supplementary
Rank: C
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 15
Damage: 30
Description: The user can use this jutsu to make it begin to snow down on the terrain, or, much like the “Earth Style Technique” the user can make small pillars or shields of pre-existing ice or make it materialize. If this is used to make snow, then after 3 to 4 turns most of the terrain will be covered.

(Fūton: Gōkūhō) - Wind Release: Great Vacuum Cannon
Type: Offensive
Rank: C
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 15
Damage: 30
Description: The users gathers his Fuuton chakra into the lungs to blow out a sphere of air at his target that can blow backwards the opponent and small objects around him.
 
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This post marks the beginning of my mission using the following story board elements:
  • Fight an enemy stronger than yourself (4)
  • Convince an enemy to fight with you (4)
Summary: The Wolves used Nicholas to free a terrible beast from its icy slumber. They believed it to be a God capable of bringing them prosperity, but this fantasy is quickly shattered as their leader is turned to pulp. Now with the beast awakened, they are all in mortal danger, and Nicholas will discover that his connection to the beast runs deeper than ice.




The great beast Thamur stood towering in the center of the tavern. The Wolves had gone silent, their eyes filled with fear and confusion as the blood of their leader dripped off the knuckles of their deity. The beast glanced around the room taking measure of the humans who surrounding it. It was searching for an answer to a question, its eyes just as confused as the humans who were gathered around it. There was no fear within him though, but hatred was darkly apparent.

This moment seemed to last for hours with little more than a cry to be heard, but when Thamur had reached his conclusion he shattered that as well. "GRRAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The beast bellowed a powerful roar that rattled the very walls of the cavern shaking loose ancient stone that rained down on the cavern. The Wolves and Nicholas took cover but several of them were unable to reach safety, becoming crushed and skewered by rotted stone teeth. A brave fool charged at Thamur with a spear in hand before throwing it with all his might. The weapon struck the beast in the left shoulder with a thud, lodging itself within his skin. Thamur let out an angry grunt before leaping forward and landing on the Wolf with both feet. He plucked the spear from his chest like little more than a splinter and let it fall to the ground.

Nicholas and Urk looked on in horror from near the crumbled tomb. "Why...rabbit...why is he angry?" Urk was lost in his disappointment, a child who had been told a grand mystical story, a child who had lived to see that story become real, faced with the sudden realization that the words were fantasy and nothing more. Nicholas saw that he was beyond consolation.

The beast swept away three more charging wolves with its massive arm and sent them careening into the walls of the cavern, though they were surely broken before hitting the stone. A group of wolves were frantically excavating a pile of stone that had sealed off the escape, but at the rate things were going it was of little hope. Nicholas turned to Urk and clasped his hand on his shoulder. "There is no time for this Urk! Get to the tunnel entrance and help dig it out. I'll hold off the beast as long as I can." Urk failed to react, prompting Nicholas to shake him. "URK! Snap out of it!" Nicholas whipped the back of his hand across Urk's face, and suddenly the light returned to his eyes.

"Yes...but why help? We would have killed Rabbit..." Nicholas himself hadn't given such things thought, there was no time for such worries. The circumstances called for action, and Nicholas was determined to answer the call.

Nicholas pointed to the doorway, "Go!" The answer didn't satisfy Urk, but he understood the situation now. He nodded his head and took off across the cavern, moving behind Thamur to reach the door. But the beast had now noticed the Wolves gathering and furiously removing the stones. In three bounding steps he was upon them, he raised his balled fists and moved to strike, bringing them down towards the wolves. A thud echoed through the chamber and the beast showed anger. A half-dome of ice had formed over the group, protecting them from the beast and giving them a sealed off chamber to continue their work.

Thamur turned to find the culprit behind the defense and locked eyes with Nicholas who stood with his hands clasped. The beast turned away from the wolves and moved towards Nicholas with slow steps. It stood over him peering down with malicious eyes, bearing its teeth as it took measure of the new foe. "You..." Human speech rang out from the beast much to the surprise of Nicholas. It had seemed to be feral, a wild animal let loose from a trap among perceived threats. But it was more than that, it would seem. Thamur glanced to the remnants of his icy prison, then back down at Nicholas. The beast crouched down, "So it was you that freed me..."

"...It was. You...can talk? I ask you, stop this madness Thamur! These humans were as confused as you, they are no threat!" Nicholas pleaded with the beast. He appeared intelligent, and thus he must be capable of reason. Perhaps in his confusion he had mistook the wolves for an enemy.

The beast turned his gaze back to the frantic wolves. "It would appear they are not..." He turned back to Nicholas, and without warning he lashed out and struck Nicholas, sending the smaller man tumbling back and crashing into the wall. Nicholas coughed out blood as he came to a sudden halt. "Grahaha! But you...your magic is a threat! I will not be imprisoned again, not by any human, no...you were all dead the moment you woke me from my slumber!"

Nicholas had little time to recover before Thamur was upon him again. The beast reared back with a giant fist and punched forward with the aim to flatten Nicholas against the wall. Nicholas bounded to the side and rolled just out of the way as the giant's hand depressed the rocky wall, shaking the whole cavern again. Nicholas weaved his hands together and manifested a large tiger of ice beside him. It lunged forward and sank its teeth and claws into the forearm of Thamur causing the beast to recoil in pain. As he stood he lifted the ice tiger with him as if it were little more than a house cat and he pulled it free with his other hand. Taking the beast he wound up and the chucked it towards Nicholas who again quickly fled while the tiger shattered against the earth.

Incensed at the attack, Thamur came forward with rage in his eyes. Nicholas again weaved his hands together and spewed out a stream of icy water that raised up into a wall that pushed at the beast, trying to keep him at bay. But, the beast was too strong. Thamur pushed back with greater strength and broke through the barrier, which did little more than make him angrier. The beast reached down and grabbed Nicholas in his massive hand, lifting him into the are and slamming him into the wall. Nicholas was pressed tightly against the stone, his chest barely able to expand to breath. Thamur moved his face close to Nicholas with his lips curled and eyes intensely glaring. Thamur took a deep breath as he reared back with his other fist. Nicholas was helpless in its grip, unable to move, unable to defend himself. His fate seemed to be destined for a similar end as the Wolves leader. But then Thamur stopped.

The beast lowered his fist and moved his nose closer to Nicholas. Without a word he sniffed, and then sniffed again. There was a glimmer of uncertainty in the beast's eyes. It dropped Nicholas to the floor and stumbled back, bringing a hand to its head as it dropped to a knee. Thamur grimaced in pain as forgotten memories flooded back to his mind. "GRRRRRAAAAAA! YOU....WHO ARE YOU!" He shook his head and breathed heavily. "That smell...who...a woman...who...!?" A sudden realization appeared in Thamur's eyes, followed by an immense hatred. "HER. That WRETCHED WITCH! I'LL RIP HER APART! The Gift....which way is the Gift?!"

That was an ominous question, one that Nicholas had no intention of answering. Instead, he used the confusion to attack. Clapping his hands together Nicholas caused ice to race up from the ground below the beast. It raised up to towering heights and encased Thamur in another prison. "If you can be imprisoned once....why not again?"

Nicholas breathed heavily, exhausted and in pain. The beast was motionless within the ice, returned to his slumber. The wolves stopped their excavation for a moment and were tempted by safety. Yet, the ice began to crack. First a small one, then it grew, then it branched and split and in a moment the ice once again shattered. "GRRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! I'LL DEVOUR HER!" Thamur looked to the ceiling and crouched. His massive legs acted as springs to launch him upward, and the stone ceiling was shattered by his stength. The beast was gone, and the cavern began to crumble in on itself. Massive stones rained down and Nicholas intertwined a series of ice pillars over himself to give him safe shelter. By the time the dust had settled the sun was shining into the cavern through the missing ceiling. Much of the ice dome protecting the Wolves had been broken, and they had begun to crawl to safety. Nicholas slipped through his ice and moved to join them.

"Are you all okay? Is anyone missing?" Most of the Wolves were still at a loss.

Urk approached Nicholas. "We...okay. Rabbit protect us. Beast is gone."

Nicholas and Urk peered up at the missing ceiling where Thamur had departed. The Wolves seemed to settle on relief, but that was not a feeling Nicholas could share in. The beast had uttered the name of his home, and he had little doubt that Thamur was heading there at that very moment. "I must go...I need to stop it!" Nicholas moved to start the climb out of the cavern, but fell to a knee, his injuries were great.

Urk moved to his side and helped him to his feet. "Rabbit hurt. Let Wolfs help, heal."

Nicholas pushed him away and started to move forward again, before failing once more. "There is no time Urk...the beast is headed for my home!"

Once again Urk gathered Nicholas to his feet. But this time he didn't speak, he moved with Nicholas and helped him upward, climbing over the stone rubble. "What are you doing Urk?"

"Rabbit...save Wolfs. Maybe, Wolfs save Rabbit. Beast must die." Nicholas looked back and the Wolves were following behind. He said no more, thanking Urk in silence as they funneled out of the collapsed cavern. The sun glittered off the snowy mountain. Massive prints could be seen traveling down the mountain, back towards home. Together they set off, and Nicholas prayed that the village could hold out long enough for his return.




-To Be Continued-

Techniques Used:

(Hyouton: Hōgohi Engai) – Ice Release: Protective Ice Dome
Type: Defensive
Rank: B
Range: Short
Chakra: 20
Damage: N/A
Description: The can quickly create an ice dome around his allies and himself to act as a defence. It is strong enough to withstand the assault of many exploding tags at once, remaining almost undamaged.

(Hyouton: Haryū Mōko) Ice Release: Tearing Dragon Fierce Tiger
Type: Offensive/Defensive
Rank: B
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 20
Damage: 40
Description: The user will create a giant tiger made out of ice. The tiger cannot even be slightly affected by any water release unless it is A ranked or above (or a combination of water and another element) as it freezes most water release attacks it comes in contact with.

(Hyouton: Surasshu Henkan) - Ice Style: Slush Conversion
Type: Supplementary, Defense
Rank: C
Range: Short-Long
Chakra Cost: 15
Damage: N/A (+20 to Suiton)
Description: The user will focus their hyouton chakra into an existing source of water and partially freeze it to convert it into a slushy composition. Similar to how gold sand can be used to weigh down and destroy sand techniques, this can be used to collapse enemy water techniques. If used on the user's own water techniques, rather than collapsing it, it will convert it into a water/ice combination technique that becomes empowered. When using it on the user's own water, this can be used in the same time frame as the water technique while still costing one of the user's three moves.
-Can be used on any rank of the user's own techniques
-Can only be used on enemy techniques which contain less chakra than this one.
-Can only be used a limit of 4 times a battle.

(Suiton: Suijinheki) - Water Style: Water Encampment Wall
Type: Supplementary/Defensive
Rank: A
Range: Short
Chakra: 30
Damage: N/A
Description: This defensive jutsu creates a wall of water around the user. The user will use the following handseals to activate the technique: Tiger → Snake → Rat → Snake → Tiger. Enemy attacks are completely intercepted by a fence of water blown out from the mouth, and is raised from below with tremendous might. The water is blown out in the form of a circle around the user, and it makes for a defence without openings. It is also possible for the user to control the amount of water and duration at will. Furthermore, because the field of vision is maintained even while defending one can easily go on to the next move, which is a great advantage. The wall can also be formed from a pre-existing water source.

(Kyousei Hyouton no Jutsu) Greater Ice Technique
Type: Offensive/Defensive
Rank: A
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 30
Damage: 60
Description: Similar to the original, weaker technique, the Greater Ice technique allows the user to, by making a simple hand seal (Ram) produce walls, pillars, etc of snow or ice. The ice constructs are rather simple in nature but resilient and strong, with the user being able to materialize them anywhere short range (though from that point they can grow up to long range) from him from the moisture in the air. He can, however, use any proportional water source within short-long range of him to produce said constructs. These can also be directed and propelled as projectiles towards targets. In both cases, the size and possible uses are limited only by the users will, chakra and skill. It also allows the user to cool down existing moisture in the high atmosphere to bring down a snow storm, similar to the original technique yet stronger and faster acting. This snow storm will not directly harm anyone but is useful to cover the field in snow rather quickly (2 turns) and to hinder visibility, sense of touch and hearing on anyone caught inside. The user is not immune to these effects though and must spend 15 chakra points per turn to sustain the blizzard, while becoming unable to mold other elements than Water, Wind or Ice.
 

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Up in the frozen north at the edge of the world Isako arrived at his destination, though it was rarely considered such. He thought back to the riddle that sent him on the voyage.

Endless plains of white wasteland,
It is hidden below
A temple of everything in nothing
Dead silence.
The first clue stood before him stretching outward to the horizon, the Dead Plains themselves. He thought wasteland was too kind a descriptor for such a place, even more barren of life than the rolling dunes of sand that Isako knew so well. Yet they held a solitary beauty in their own way, the light of the sun dancing on the white snow that blanketed the land. Sand spilled forth from his gourd and Isako jumped onto a nimbus, whisking himself over the plains through the air. Using a bird's eye view he scanned the frozen wastes for a sign of its buried secrets. "You better hope nothing is down there, I'm not freezing my ass off if you run into trouble!" Shukaku was already annoyed at their present quest, he didn't see the reason for it.

"Ya, ya, ya, dont'cha worry Tankami, I got this figured out!" Isako grinned and tapped a finger to his temple. "Ain't nobody up here for miles, just us and the dead." It was then that Isako noticed a stone structure breaking through the ice below. He descended from his cloud of sand and investigated the ruin. It appeared to be a gateway that dropped down into darkness. "Kyahaha! Might just be this place being freezing as hell, but I just had a chill run up my spine." Isako pulled a torch from his waistband and lit it before entering into the depths. The walls were covered in mysterious symbols, a language of a world lost to time.

The second clue now stood all around him, a temple hidden below the frozen plains, a temple of everything in nothing. He turned a corner and fell back as a sudden face appeared. He let out a yelp as he reached for a kunai, but before he could pull out the weapon he came to his senses. "Grahaha! Scared, kid? You said it yourself, just us and the dead." A sarcophagus stood in front of him with the lid splintered to reveal a twisted face of bone and leather. Isako calmed himself and looked for more clues.

The halls of the temple were filled only with the sound of the dead, silence. Thus the riddle was complete, the wasteland above, the temple hidden below, everything of note held within its walls surrounded by the nothingness above, and the silence of the dead. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the place, yet where was its treasure? Isako passed the torchlight over the walls until a strange symbol appeared, gem-like and seemingly worshiped by the artists. He continued on that path and followed the glyphs of the gem until he came to an opening into a circular room with a stone tomb at its center. On the lid of the tomb was the same symbol. "Reduced to a grave robber, this better be worth it kid!"

"Kyahaha! Damn right it is...the dead ain't got no use for this thing, but we do..." Isako lifted a hand and his sand spilled forth working its way under the lip of the stone lid. With a flick of his wrist the seal was broken and the stone was tossed aside like straw, crashing and crumbling against the wall. Inside the tomb was a well-dressed skeleton, perhaps a man of royal heritage. Around his neck a golden chain held a black gem, as if the darkest night had been caught withing. Isako grinned as his sand wrapped around the jewel. "With this...we'll never have to beg for drinks again! Kyahaha! We're rich, big guy!" Isako snapped his fingers and his sand pulled the jewel free, lifting it up and pulling it into his gourd for safe keeping. "Grah! You dragged us all the way to the end of the damn world for that! You damn idiot!"

With the black gem in his possession, Isako made his way out of the stone temple and departed the Dead Plains.




-LLM

Techniques Used

(Sabaku Fuyū) - Desert Suspension
Type: Supplementary/Defensive
Rank: C
Range: Short-Long
Chakra cost: 15
Damage Points: N/A
Description: The user will create a cloud of sand for them to ride upon, this can be used for travel, or avoiding attacks, or simply going into the air. Remains active until destroyed or technique is ended. The user can control the sand cloud with hand gestures to change location a the cost of using this jutsu again.

( Suna no Jutsu ) - Sand Technique
Type: Supplementary/Offensive/Defensive
Rank: D
Range: Short
Chakra cost: 10
Damage Points: 20
Description: Sand is manipulated to create small waves that can bruise an opponent or small shields that can deflect kunai. This sand can be created by breaking down the earth or from Gaara's gourd.

Chakra: 1700 - 15 - 10 = 1675
 
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