RP:Do it again and You'll be Dead

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Summary Eirik is wandering in Frostmaw and runs into none other than a heat exhausted Genasi. With his help Emilia finds the cold again only to lecture him about past events.


Eirik didn’t understand why he found himself marching into the field of Cerulean Flowers. Nor did he understand why he decided to meander through the mines to get here. Perhaps the journey is brought on my memories which have passed? Either way it makes little difference. As per usual the northman is clad from neck to deck in familiar arms and armor. Black armored sleeves work their way up both arms and weave into fur covered, leather and steel plate pauldrons. While a simple, sleeveless black leather jerkin adorns his torso. Matching pants give way to scuffed steel greaves that protect shins and booted feet. Brann Forbruker, a rune inscribed longsword, dangles from one hip via the means of a leather baldric. A new weapon, and ice enchanted tomahawk, dangles from the other. From beneath the veil of a scarred visage silver eyes scan the fields lost, looking for something that isn’t here. To be honest, not even he is sure what he sought. Finally he comes to an abrupt halt near the center of the field, still shrouded by that iron curtain of silence.

Emilia presently lived to the northeast of this field of flowers had a Greenhouse sporting a wide variety of herbal life not local to Frostmaw, it was from this direction that the little woman made of ice wandered. ‘Stick to the path’ echo’d in her mind, a voice from a caring other, yet still that wasn’t enough to keep the bare feet of the Genasi on the path that lead to the mines. Off the path through the flowers she went enjoying the aroma of them compared to that of the mix from her place of stay. Here lies the problem of a ice creature wandering from the quick path in a place much like a sauna filled with humid muggy air, it was too much for her to withstand. Carefree steps turned into dragging steps wandering back and forth in a most drunken path, yet she wasn’t drunk. The world was blurry between the fog rising and the effect of the prolonged heat to the normally frozen woman. Eirik was spotted up ahead, though not as a familiar person but as just a giant shadow blocking the center of the field. It was with a wagging finger at him that she called out in a most slurred speech, “Mouuuve oooouta taaa pawwwth, Yoooo…..” The last word ended before it was fully finished as the child sized body collapsed forward into a heap in the flowers under duress from the sauna like climate.

Eirik continued with those silent thoughts; mind performing mental math over the events of late. How he found himself absorbed in the affairs of his clan, which he had recently become a leader of. The coven in Venturil, the murder of an innocent in Larket and of course, his sudden break up with Sabrina. All of these things weighed heavily on his mind and as much is etched over his features. Emilia, however, pulls the Lycan from thoughts rather abruptly. She being one of the last people he had expected to find here and he remembered that cold touch well. At the calling of words, he shifts and steps aside to allow her passage through the center of the field without even wondering why she couldn’t move around him. What did it matter anyway? However, she seemed drunk, physically out of order so to speak. Noted by that sudden collapse into the field. He didn’t quite know what was happening to the ice gensai. If he did perhaps he had something to help her with? Eirik took steps to bring himself closer to the gensai, “You alright?” He offers an un-gloved calloused right hand to help bring her to a stand. He would ignore the sting from her frozen touch for as long as needed. The Emilia might notice the axe dangling from his hip. Its frozen enchantment freezing particles of humidity in the air around it. Perhaps she could draw some form of strength from it?


Emilia laid almost too still for a moment on the ground with the flowers around her, a stark contrast to her stark white appearance. Slowly, with effort the Genasi rolled herself over onto her back staring up at the still slightly blurry figure of Eirik. His voice at the moment was more familiar to her than his face was. Ice blue eyes stared up at the man with a blank stare for some time in silence before glancing to his exposed hand. Slow movements brought the white hand of the woman up to grasp his within her own, yet this time that sting from the cold was not present. She was warm to the touch, too warm. The answer to her drunken not drunken state was simply that Emi was overheated. With his help the little lass would get herself up onto her wobbly feet, mumbling something about ‘snow’ and ‘cold’. His fancy new ice enchanted item went unnoticed by the lady, she was barely thinking straight as it was. Then again, had she noted it there was a chance that the Genasi would have drawn out the entire enchantment of ice from it. Standing, barely, Emi leaned toward Eirik, using his hand as a support to remain upright for the moment. Focusing with a bit of trouble on his face she pointed with a black finger of the other hand, “Snow…”

Eirik did not falter in his offer to help Emilia stand. That hand waiting for her until she did indeed made use of it. There is a look of concern over his visage even if he did not know the ice lady well. Obviously he meant her no harm despite what she might think of him. This chance meeting giving him the break from thoughts that he so desired. He was tired, and looked as much visibly. ‘Snow’ the only word that he seemed to have gathered. Its unfortunate that he does not know much about the workings of a Gensai, though he did have something which he could help her with. Yes, she might draw out the entire enchantment, but Eirik had something else that he could offer as well. She would probably find this odd, but the Northman reaches into his partially unbuttoned jerkin and pulls free another item carrying the same enchantment. It wasn’t his main weapon; having no use for it now. The Elemental-ice throwing-axe is offered to her “Perhaps this can help you a little?” He had no idea what she could use it for, but its enchantment is strong. Whether she accepted it or not Eirik would help her walk to his full ability. “Which way do you need to go?” He fully intended to see her through the area before doing anything else.


Emilia looked at Eirik with the most odd of cross-eyed looks watching him stick his hand into his jerkin. Accepting the weapon within her free black hand Eirik would get to witness his former weapon get destroyed at the touch of the overly warm Genasi. The chilling enchantment would flash with a bright blue light as ever last bit of the frozen enchantment was drained away into that dark hand. With the chill removed the axe started to crumble in her grasp until it fell to the ground in piece at their feet like ice that had been shattered. “Soorr-it,” the woman half whisper in a more coherent tone than previously. The warmth from her hand clutching desperately onto his faded away into a sudden but brief chill that felt more right for the ice woman. There was a bit of strength back after absorbing his poor weapon’s magic, but not enough to properly fix the woman. Walking with Eirik through the flowers, along the path, toward the mines the Genasi rambled with words, ‘snow’, ‘cold’, ‘air’, ‘please’ being the most clearly uttered ones. If Eirik could get the wobbly little woman out of the heat and back into her element he would be a lifesaver, common sense would direct the warm blooded one into an idea where she needed brought.

Eirik watched as she made use of the enchantment. Clearly it was an odd sort of thing to watch and honestly had no idea such a thing could be done. Brows raised questioningly while grasping the fact that the enchantment had just literally drained. “Interesting,” he half whispers to himself at the revelation of such a sight. A small smile stretched over those rugged and scarred features. That weapon was useless now. He isn’t annoyed by this fact considering the knowledge he just gained about her. Eirik would indeed follow her instructions to an area more suited to her liking; back into the cold of frostmaw where she could gather more strength for herself to stand on her own. Again, he would offer himself as a brace for her to lean against as feet carry them back out into the mines. Soon the warm fields only a memory of moments ago and frostmaws cold is greeting them again. “Is this better?” He whispered to Emilia, while she presumably followed the Lycan.


Emilia moved with the most stumbling of steps through the warmth into the welcoming chill of the mines where the heated faded as the pairing walked through what felt like a wall of frigid Frostmaw that separated heat from cold without warning. Four steps past that barrier and the world would seem to change before the eyes of Eirik, witnessing something more about the white lady he was aiding in standing. Almost like a magnet to the Genasi a rushing gust of wind drew into the mines from outside bringing with it a burst of snow in a whirlwind directly at the pair, more so the woman than the heated man. Spinning around the two in a wall of cold and snow leaving Eirik and Emi like two figures standing in the eye of a snow-nado. In an instant there was an end to it all as the wave crashing over the two full force with a chill beyond cold, lucky Eirik was extra warm to begin with, crashing into the Genasi. A light glowing of blue as the wave absorbed into the woman. Soon enough that hand clutching his was that stinging cold and the strange events of the whirlwind of Frostmaw’s nature had ended. Frozen blue lips letting out a content sigh, “Oh, thank you…” she whispered, still holding onto his hand for whatever reason.

Eirik visibly grits his teeth as the events of the snow-nado began. What in the world is he witnessing? The wind howling, throwing particles of snow and ice in an instant. Could this be the working of Emilia? He was amazed to witness such a thing, and found himself nearly rocked back by the force of it all. The cold, a stinging and sudden reminder to what he is grasping; the woman of ice. He takes a sharp inhale, and finds himself coughing in an instant. Its a good thing he burned hotter than most, an attribute adding to his body through the curse he carried. Suddenly, without intending to be rude, the Northman pulls his hand from her grasp. Such a thing is far too much in the moment. After catching his breath, silver hues flick to Emilia. “You’re welcome,” though he might have done things differently had he known what would have happened. That chill still sat upon him, and he wondered how long it might last? He could always draw upon the flames of his sword to warm himself, but he felt it unnecessary. “What brings you out here?” His voice regaining the composure it always carried.


Emilia ran her fingers through her hair with an apologetic look across those features after he had yanked his hand away own when the cold hurt too much even for his warm blooded body. “I suppose no one ever told you much about me, though then again you seem to be one of the only ones to never toss a million questions at me after shaking my cold hand. So, thank you for the help and I am glad it didn’t turn you into a frozen statue... I am known as an Ice Genasi… I am a monster with ice at my core and cold flowing through my veins. As human-ish as I look I am really just a lesser elemental of ice….that would be why I am out here. I function best in the cold, though northeastish of here I have a Greenhouse that I stay at,” she gave her best explanation for his gaze at the sudden events that had happened and to why she was here. Twirling a lock of white hair around her glossy black index finger the Genasi stared at Eirik hoping that with his new found information he wasn’t going to be like some and try to capture her for some reason or another. “That cold should go away in a few days, you are warmer than most…”

Eirik nods his head to Emilia and her explanation. The northman didn’t intend to ask too much about what she is or how it worked, though such questions did meander through his mind. A greenhouse north east of here? Wouldn’t that do the same to her? Over heat the Ice-gensai? Eirik himself is a monster, twice over. Both Lycan and a Berserker and as much revealed in a very bad Laretian affair. When rage not of his own utterly consumed his body. Such a thing fueled his own rage because he couldn’t gain control of it. He lashed out and brutally murdered Hanna in such a close proximity to the king and queen that he covered them in blood and brain matter. He closes his eyes for a moment trying to wash the memory away. “That explains a lot actually” Eyes shift to the hand which she had grasped moments ago. The northman had no intention of capturing the Ice-gensai. Like so many others, he was once a slave himself and freedom is his most cherished possession. The cold she had introduced sent another chill down his spine. “Will you be able to make it home?” He questioned whether she had the ability to or not.


Emilia relaxed after she exposed the details of herself to the still more than not a stranger and he did not attempt to capture her like many of the rest of the world had in the past. A simple sigh exhaling her blue lips, being locked up never did well for the little woman over the many times she’d wound up in such a predicament. “I suppose the answer to that question is yes and no, all depending on which home you are sending me to. The Greenhouse, the one in Gualon, the one in Venturil, Larket, the rented space in Cenril, or the room at the bar in Ryvnale... Most of which I would fathom are a no because the cold hasn’t settled into my bones fully, just yet, but I should make it to some snowbank somewhere.” A pause, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” A serious question falling after her randomly stumbling over her amount of homes.

Eirik continued to listen to the Ice-Gensai and her ramblings of homes she had. There really was quite the list. In fact, she must be rather well off to have so many, Eirik only had his barracks. He thought he had found something at one time, but still found himself wondering if thats what he truly wanted. Honestly he didn’t really know anymore and was questioning everything. Eyes still fixed on the hand that she had held and the cold that lingered there. “It’s nothing I can’t handle” his response to her comment of hurting him. Eirik was used to the cold, his homeland an enchanted thing of never ending frost; it never held the grace of warmth. Its cold a curse placed upon his lands. He clearly wasn’t expecting to stumble upon something like it here. Especially so suddenly “I’ll be alright” he further adds with a nod and switching his gaze back to her. “I’m due here in frostmaw to speak with the Queen.” Actually to be more honest, he sought to have an audience with Hildegarde. “Is there someplace here that I can escort you too?” He didn’t want to travel so far away to only have to turn around and come back. If there wasn’t, he wouldn’t put up much of a fuss.


Emilia seemed to wander just as much as Eirik did no matter how rich she might of been as with the number of homes she had the woman didn’t seem to really stay at any of them. Running her fingers through her hair the Genasi offered a small shrug at his question, “I suppose I should risk turning you into an ice cube with walking me somewhere when you are due for a meeting with the Queen. I would truly hate to be a reason that you miss something so important as a meeting with Hildegarde.” Finding fingers stuck within tangled mess of curls the Genasi just left her hand at the back of her head like she meant for the gesture to remain. Darn curls needing a brushing and a washing. Looking around the Genasi landed her gaze back up Eirik, “Tell me why you left her?” It was a sudden full change of topic from all other things to something more personal.

Eirik is suddenly dumbstruck by her blunt questioning. He had nearly forgotten that Emilia and Sabrina were tied through the guild he was once Liaison too. Her hand getting caught in her hair brings a slight smile to his face while she awkwardly stood there. This topic had gotten rather personal all of a sudden. He gave a sigh, and brought left hand to scratch at the nape of his neck nervously. “For a few reasons.” He spoke honestly, voice growing quiet. Perhaps he had the courage to speak of it to Emilia, he knew he couldn’t face Sabrina right now. Even if he continued to send responses to letters he had received. “I’ve spent too much time away from her” he is referring to the touch that she brought to the table of their relationship. “While away, taking care of clan business, the heavy feelings that I thought I carried for her dwindled away. I do care for her, but I feel like I was giving up what I wanted in life. Like she too, was doing the same.” He continued to ramble on about how each was changing due to the other. Eirik didn’t truly want to settle down, and thought with how things were going, that was the ultimate end to their path. “You know, after the Larketian affair and my trial for murder, I saw the concern she carried. How much she was worried. But as for the topic of why I was there, it didn’t seem to bother her. It didn’t bug her that I could just crush someone so innocent and publicly.” This had been quite the news for sometime now and he spoke of it as if she already knew about it. “I’m still foreign to these lands, and find myself wandering every which way. Tied to frostmaw by an oath to the queen. Possibly rejoining the warriors guild. Running my clan, and bringing an end to Venturil. I’m so tied down that I do not have the time she deserves. I cannot give her what she deserves.” He would continue to add. “I have too many doubts to not let it bother me. She deserves someone who will put effort into her. Sabrina is a great woman.” Eirik found himself turning his gaze from Emilia to look further down the road. This isn’t something he wished to discuss.


Emilia yanked at her hand, working with attempt to free those frozen fingers from her ever tangled curls. There was no luck, awkwardly still stuck with her hand behind her head. Eirik would come to find in this moment that Sabrina and Emilia shared a bond beyond that of the guild alone, the two were as close to family as the other had. It was a personal and touchy subject, yet it was one the little icy woman wasn’t afraid to approach when it came to the hurt feelings of someone she cared for. “Look. You don’t know me, but you have learned a bit about me this night. Frankly, Sabrina is the closest thing to family that I have. She took me in when I needed help the most and then when I was no longer in need of it she didn’t abandon me...she stayed there, a single consent in my life no matter how much life keeps us away from one another for some reason or another. We both work hard to heal the wounded and daily life tasks that are different for the two of us, yet we still always remain there for one another. You need to know that changing for someone you care about is part of making a true life choice for the better. Now I will only say this to you once. If you are not going to choose her for whatever number of bull-excuses you have then you need to stay away from her one-hundred percent. No contact. You have broken her beyond what I allow acceptable and have taken away a part of her that I enjoyed seeing. So, do you understand me? Either man up and fix what you broke and don’t ever break it again or disappear from her world in complete. If you can’t manage to undertake one extreme or the other then I will have to do more than leave your hand chilled. Turning you into an permanent ice-cube would be a pleasure.” With that a dark, twisted rarely seen smile fell upon those frosted lips.

Eirik would twist his gaze to the Ice-Gensai, knowing full well that Sabrina’s relationship with Emilia was a strong bond. “I do not intend to contact her.” He didn’t care if she enjoyed his reasoning or not or if she even found it excusable. She was biased in these things. “I wish her the best, but I can’t give myself over to something that can, will and does influence everything I do by touch alone.” As if the choice for who he is or was is totally removed or erased by thoughts not his own. “But I give you this warning myself Emilia, I wish her no harm. She’s better off without me. Though you should be careful when threatening a murderer.” Broken Sabrina, she was so willing to just up and leave Larket, the identity she had built for herself. “No one, should change for another, especially when the choice is not their own.” Eirik would shake his head, and simply meander off. The ice-gensai was the least of his worries. “I bid you farewell, take care of your friend.” Eirik would raise a hand as he exits the mine.


Emilia was in part biased due to her relationship with Sabrina, but she was also at the same time understanding to the reasoning of Eirik. The Genasi knew all too well what it was like to be control under the influence of another, yet that was many years ago..almost another lifetime. “None should be controlled by another for whatever reason. Just remember my warning….also...You are not the only murderer in these mines…” was her only response to the warm blooded man as he walked past her out of the mines.