RP:The Birth of the Ice Sentinel

From HollowWiki

Part of the How to Train your Wizard Arc



  • Satoshi, Kit-vampire, Frost Singer.



Frozen Sentinel


The ground here is unnaturally smooth, a glimmering, pale-blue sheet of ice that seems to have been painstakingly engraved with a behemoth arcane circle. It's many lines and sigils pulse with a steady azure glow, coursing through the web of magical patterns. Aside from the flat circle, the large area is devoid of any obstructions, save one. The complex design serves as the home of a colossal mountain of ice, a pillar upon a plain of snow. One might overlook it as simply an odd decoration, were it not for the pair of illuminated blue orbs located near the top. Are those eyes? And little by little it becomes obvious that this no mere rough pile of abandoned snowfall, but rather a magical construct hewn entirely out of pristine ice. Spindly limbs covered in glacial spikes support a massive, transulcent torso, the immense weight resting on wide, three-toed feet of frost, and clawed hands large enough to easily cup a gypsy wagon and its draft horses within it. Frozen spikes jut down the length of the construct's back, end in a splayed trident at the tip of a thick, tail-like appendage. Resting deep below angular shoulders riddled in spines is a wedge-shaped head with a jutting maw filled with jagged icicle fangs, the glowing orbs set within the icy skull as eyes. Here rests the Frozen Sentinel of Frostmaw, constructed to serve and protect the lands, and intricately bound to its Queen's existence.



Satoshi stands in the center of the expansive space that's been cleared away of debris and snow to the west of the fort path, overseeing the removal of the last of broken ice. The magus leans heavily upon her Xalious staff, occasionally resting her bandaged forehead against the soothing frost. Pain still lances through her skull whenever she moves too much, or too fast, making lightning arc and dance behind her eyes, and essentially replaying the nightmare upon Frostmaw's cliffs. It'd taken her and Kasyr a full day to dig themselves out, with the cryomancer drained of magic and the kensai short an arm, but they'd managed eventually and have since been licking their collective wounds. Said wounds aren't enough to stop the kit's work, however, and despite orders from Frostmaw's shaman healer, she's on her feet and exerting herself, by means of setting about the preparations for the elaborate summoning of the first of Frostmaw's golem defenders. Tirona had left Satoshi with detailed instructions of what needed doing, and the first step has been taken to open up an area large enough to accomodate the constuct once it's complete. Regarding the papers, and flinching as her head dips down, Satoshi murmurs aloud, "Area cleared, yes. Arcane circle and sigils are next." Looking up at the few giants present, the kit grimaces. Warriors with rough hands were not what she needs when inscribing the ground with the complex and painstakingly precise formulas required for such a spell.


Svilfon wanders up from where he'd been resting in Frostmaw's tavern, a jovial tune being whistled through his cracked lips. The icy temperature had begun to take its toll on the human; his cheeks are red, and dark purple rings have found home beneath his pale blue eyes. But loyalty was not a cloak to be discarded lightly. He had laboured with the giants long into the night, ensuring there was adequate room for the archaic circles to be crafted upon the ground, and also enough room for the golem to be born. As he makes his way through the snow to where Satoshi stands, he takes a brief moment to survey the continued work. He nods to himself, apparently satisfied, before the tune he whistles dies in a huff.. "Snow queen?" Never one to be called graceful, the wizard half runs, half staggersthe remaining distance between them, his feet all-but numb in the snow and ice. He looks her up and down, before speaking again in a quiet voice, "What in the blue Hell happened to you? Have you been trying these spells without me, lady icicle?!" The wizard seems genuinely upset by this notion, though the wink he sends in his word's wake would betray the fact he is merely making light of a situation that is altogether growing dangerous: Damaged ice magus, exhausted wizard - perfect time for mighty spell casting!


Satoshi jerks herself out of silent brooding upon hearing that whistle and hail, looking up to meet the wizard's eyes with lips pressed thin against the pangs of movement. Still, the sight of that amiable, gap-toothed face coaxes a proper smile from the fox and she shakes her head--just barely--in response. "Non, non~, I promised to wait for you. Can't manage this without a cloud-diving wizard, and all that. This," her staff is used to gesture at her bruised and battered self, "was a game with one of the Time Lord's pets, that got a tad too rough. He looks much worse than I do, of course~." Because the wraith is dead, as far as Satoshi knows.


Svilfon flashes the snow queen a bright smile, "Ah good, good. How is Emiur?" Without waiting for a reply he tips his hat to her by way of proper greeting, before carrying on speaking "I was wondering where you'd gotten to. Me and the birdman discussed a few things, and apparently it was wiser for me to come and supervise the work..." The wizard snickers quietly, "I bet that man could convince the sand it was the sea." With a light shake of his head, he continues. "What do you think of the work? And..." He cannot help but frown, "Are you up to this... It will not be easy, Satoshi queen. Fun! - of course. Risk is the spice of life... But dangerous if we falter."


Satoshi stands a little straighter, frosted staff held away from her to show it's not required to keep her on her feet, and her voice takes an imperious, icy hint, "I will not falter." Determination sets the amber flecks of her eyes to glittering as they scan the cleared space. "We'll do this, wizard, and we won't fail. For the sake of the guild, Frostmaw, and ourselves, we -cannot- fail." With the small speech spoken, Satoshi shoulder's slump slightly, and she smiles. "It will be fun, I'm quite sure. And Emiur sends his greetings. He's enjoying a much needed rest."


Svilfon nods his head in sombre response to Satoshi's words, before another gap-toothed grin makes its way to his face. Were she not quite so battered, Svil would have clapped her on her back; her's is an attitude he most enjoys. Be he refrains from it, instead replying again in his considerately quiet voice. "That's what I like to hear, lady icicle. I have prepared something for this, to make it easier..." His face flushes a bit redder in the cold temperature, before he flashes a self-conscious smile. "This..." He pulls off his hat rather awkwardly and quickly reaches his arm into the unfathomable depths of the fine pointy head-wear. Strangely enough, or not so if you consider him a wizard, his arm manages to travel far deeper than it should, until he is shoulder deep. His tongue comes out of his mouth as he rummages around, and a few rather strange noises comes from various things he disturbs with his probing, until with a triumphant grin he pulls out a rather long pole. It is almost as tall as the man himself, and once his hat has been replaced on his bald head - something that makes him much more comfortable - he shows it to the snow queen: Carved from a single length of wood, it is inscribed up and down with various symbols. Each corresponds to one drawn in the book, and each is at the perfect length to measure out the various inter-locking lines that shift through the circles. At one end there is an indent, which can be pushed into the ground to allow for the drawing of the perfect magic circles. It took Svil a long time to make, but with a proud nod he offers it to Satie. "This will help, lady... We can together make the patterns, but you must be the one to complete them... You must be the one to say the words. I can aid you, but it is your kingdom they protect... You must rule them."


Satoshi watches the hat-rummaging with quiet interest, privately amused that mages and wizards have more things in common than just a penchant for hurling around magic, and reading books. When the pole is produced, she shows no signs of being surprised that it's far bigger than the space allowed within the pointed hat, but that's likely because her satchel carries similar pocket dimensions for convenient storing. She does, however, seem utterly delighted at the pole's purpose, even going as far as to allow herself a dulcet giggle. "I don't care -what- the magelings say about you, Svilfon, you're a genius~." She doesn't reach to accept the item yet, 'though, instead stepping forward and raising her staff high. The ice encrusting the blessed wood flares with blue light before Satoshi brings its butt down against the permafrost with a crack. The azure aura ripples outward from the contact point in a single pulse but rather than uproot the earth like typical waves, what it passes over smooths out like a sheet when a hand is run over it, leaving behind a perfectly flat circle of frozen earth in its wake. Satoshi stands at the center of it and glances around to ensure it is indeed as smooth a canvas as can be before she dispels the staff and reaches out a hand for the engraved pole. "Let's see if mages or wizards draw best, eh~?" the fox asks, eyes alight with mischief and good-humor.


Svilfon was quite enjoying basking in his triumph; her giggle fine reward for hard work. But yes, before his head could get too big that fox-ish snow-queen flashed her claws, popping his bubble of self-congratulation. He mutters, "those little..." as he contemplates attempting a teleport to shift him to the guild, so he can inform all those little gossipers their next class would be with a certain One Lesson Lady, but with a light shrug and a quiet snicker he figures, hell, they're probably right. He did spend two weeks learning a spell to make things stink so bad people would throw up their insides. Hardly the work of a sane man. As Satoshi enacts her small spell, to calm the area into a white canvas, ready for archaic tapestries to be drawn, he cannot help but nod in appreciation. "I may have to test your reputation one day, lady." A lesson between Ice Magus and Wizard... he does have a habbit of surviving the unsurvivable... With another bright grin, he did so enjoy her company, the wizard moves to the side and takes quiet note of the space created. He nods, "You may be able to sing better than me... Though, I do doubt it..." He grins in a self-mocking way, "But you surely do not draw better than I!" As if from no-where his Xalious wood-wand appears within his grasp. He pokes its fine point in her direction with a wink, "Betcha' I can draw the symbols before you can trace the lines and circles." Ah yes, just like Satoshi and Svil: Battered and exhausted, facing large odds against a malicious enemy... the perfect time for a friendly little wager that would well mean the difference between life and death, if even one is crafted wrong.


Satoshi said to Svilfon, "You're on~! And when I complete all the sigils while you're still scratching your first line, you'll owe me another song." With that, the kit strides forward eagerly, the thrill of a friendly wager easing the worst of the incessant throb at the back of her skull. The first task she sees to is locating the exact center of the 'canvas' with the aid of the useful pole, and once she's marked it, it's set upon its side. Tracing its length with a booted toe, Satoshi places another mark where it ends and shuffles the pole forward so that a second mark could be made at the point of double its length, thus building the first steps of an arcane circle within another circle. "The bigger the circle, the bigger our golem~," she explains, skating past the wizard to repeat the process at the other three points of the compass until she's cut a perfect cross through the round work area, the lines glowing a soft blue with her magic. "There's our skeleton. Let the race begin, wizard~."


Svilfon flashes another of his gap-toothed smiles at the snow queen. The lines of exhaustion on his face seem to fade a little in light of her acceptance, and he cannot help but laugh; the sound rich with genuine good humor. "Dreams are free, dear queen of snow cones." His wand begins to glow as it heats up, making carving images into the ice all that easier. "When I win, you'll be singing the Svil Song in Kelay!" As she traces the edges of their rather large working area, he moves to the side, doing his best not to look too impressed at her suave skating past him. He would try that if he could feel his feet, but even then he is rather ungraceful. With the stage being set, he drops to one knee and brushes his hand across the surface. "Begin!" The wizard, despite his bravado, doesn't overly rush the first pattern he draws. It is an arcane symbol convoluted with circles interlaced with twisting lines; crafted easily with his glowing wand. He leaves no trace of his magic behind, though - he would leave Satoshi to fill the indents with her own icy power when the time was right for their creation to be born...


Satoshi takes up a location opposite Svilfon on the circle and watches the first of the symbols born upon the ice before she resumes her own work. With the enchanted soles of her boots, the kit skates easily over the ice, leaving a spidery thin line in her wake as she works to connect each point of the dividing cross and thus create the first of the series of rings that make up the circle's design. A hop--and small wince of pain--and she starts on the next ring within, coasting by Svilfon and his runes to frame them inside the border. Satoshi can't quite resist giving a playful tug to the wizard's pointy hat as she passes, although she's at least careful to make sure he's not focused on what might be a vital part of a symbol. Each loop around the area brings another glowing ring to life, and after a lengthy bit of time has passed Satoshi comes to a halt to overlook the outlines. Twelve rings surround the central point of the design, each varying in width from mere inches to Svilfon's own height but all in precise measurement to the indicating points upon the engraved staff. Satoshi nods in self-approval and takes a moment to catch her breath--not that she needs to breath, but she is still recovering from the utter depletion of her mana supply.


Svilfon had just completed his second archaic symbol when the skating Satoshi gave a tug on his hat. He twists his neck to flash her a gap-toothed grin, before moving to the bottom end of the circles and beginning another. This one is far more simple: It will represent the life given to the golem; a straight line from north to south, with a twisting line cutting in and out of its sharp length. This is what would keep the beast strong; binding it to the snow as deeply as it will be bound to the queen. As she completes her sets of circles and stops for a brief rest, the wizard spends a long time staring at her. He can see she is tired; the usual waves of powerful magic emitting from her are mere shadows today. At least to his perception. He frowns as an idea comes to mind. A dangerous idea, he knows, but he is far in her debt. So he makes his mind up, before moving on to the final symbol he must draw. This one is the most complicated; for it is the one that will bind the ice together and give birth to the behemoth. Svil's concentration is intense as he carves it; his coming dilemma ignored entirely as he drives himself into his work. It takes a long time to complete, but when done he'd look up to see where Satie was and proclaim, "Finished!" In his typically jovial voice.


Satoshi's work is considerably slower than Svilfon's, weariness making the act of concentration a serious effort. But still, the kit is determined, and little by little she carves out the crisscrossing lines that cut across the circle, creating crosses, six-pointed stars, the rays of the sun, and numerous crescent moons. Each line has its purpose, some slicing through sets of symbols to connect them and their meanings--like Svilfon's runes for Life and Ice--, while others give strength to the elements needed to fuel the golem's ongoing life--the sun for permanence, the moon for flexibility, the stars as tribute the Night sky's Icy display, and the birthplace of Magic. The kit is putting the finishing touches on a final lunar symbol when Svilfon's declaration reaches her ears, and with a grin she looks up at him, nodding wearily. "I'll let you have that one. But you still owe me a song~."


Svilfon flashes Satoshi a small smile, "I have not forgotten, my three-tailed friend." As he gets back to his feet he looks down at the archaic web they have created; it is a thing of beauty, even those not attuned to magic would feel its tangible strength. With a satisfied nod he looks at the queen in silent contemplation for a long, long time. His face is devoid of its usual joviality, and when he finally speaks his voice is quiet. "Satoshi queen. Three times now you have saved my life." He moves a step closer to her, careful not to tred on or in any way disturb the arcane tapestry the two spell-casters have created. "In your state, it is dangerous for you to attempt this spell... Were my magic more attuned to your own, I would gladly imbue you with my strength..." He makes his way forward until he stands right in front of her as hand lifts up to pull on the neck of his robes. "But it is not." He turns his head to the side, exposing his throat to the kit-vampire, and when he speaks his voice is steady - no fear of death evident in the hushed tones. "So I offer you my blood instead. Feed... just try not to kill me." He offers an almost imperceptible nod in the wake of his words before closing his eyes and whispering, "For Frostmaw."


Satoshi stiffens, going as rigid as if sculpted from ice. Deep within the kit's core a familiar hint of malice awakens, enticed by the sight of the human's exposed throat, even as a small voice of reason urges her not to obey her base instincts. Eyes close tight and lips are pressed together as Satoshi wavers. She needs this strength, and it's being offered freely to her, yet she finds herself reluctant. It'd be so easy to go too far, to slay her wizardly companion in a moment of feral oblivion. Or worse, to do unto him what she'd sentenced an unfortunate hobbit to: Thralldom. Yet even as her mind dwells of those unwanted possibilities, a part of her wills lips to part, baring fangs with a hungry hiss. Opening her eyes at Svilfon's last two words, Satoshi finds herself staring at his neck, her gaze locking on where the flesh shudders above his pulse. Reason shatters then and with another hiss the kit is on him, fangs driving into his throat as her hand comes around to the back of his neck, possessively holding him in place. The rich taste of blood is intoxicating as it pours into Satoshi's mouth, telling her the tale of the wizard with flavors that define his unique person: the sharp bite of Fire, dizzying tinge of peculiar magics, the spice of dragonscent, and the shadowy hints of Death's touch, left by so many near dances with the Final God. Satoshi feeds with ravenous intent, but there's a noticeable level of delicacy as well, for not a single drop is wasted and she takes care to not shred the man's offered throat. Contentment and satisfaction slowly build within the foxkin as pain and exhaustion leak away, the feeling enough to drive her to continue onward... save for the faint whisper within her mind of 'You promised. For Frostmaw.' When those words find her, Satoshi balks suddenly, releasing her hold upon Svilfon and stumbling backwards with hand pressed to her bandaged forehead. She gives the wizard a shaky, blood-stained smile, but doesn't speak just yet.


Tirona walked down, his cloak almost entirely covered in snow as it was pulled as tightly against him as he could. Despite the fact that it had briefly stopped snowing, thus the day to draw the circles, the sky was still heavily overcast and cold. While given enough time in the area the Avian could adapt to the climate, he hadn't been there nearly long enough for that to even have been entertained happening. He stumbled slightly, seeing the one that'd called him out on the lake. He continued walking out onto the frozen water, knowing that this was going to hurt. He knew why he was here, although he wasn't particularly thrilled about it. He also made a note to ask Satoshi to, the next time she told him to go somewhere he hadn't been before, include directions. He had a good memory, but it was difficult to remember a place you had never been before. He wasn't entirely sure where to start though, so he gingerly walked out, keeping his eyes peeled for a part of the circle, in the event he stepped on it.


Satoshi coughs at Tirona's arrival and shuffles a little further away from Svilfon, furtively wiping her lips clean of blood.


Svilfon remains motionless as the icicle queen flows through her decision. He thinks he understands what it is he offers; for upon the back of the couatl he gave his word: loyalty unto death, Emiur and wizard would defend the snow queen's realm. But he is so far mistaken. He doesn't even hear her feral hiss; his mind is swamped by freezing agony that comes from her frozen fangs so easily driving into his flesh. It is not just his blood that he feels drained; it is as if the essence of his life were being consumed by the queen - drowning her exhaustion in his sanguine vitae. Had her hand not wrapped around the back of his neck, the wizard would have drawn away; horror threatening to unman him as he feels his body struggling to hold onto life... And then, from no where, it is done. Frostmaw's queen steps back and flashes that bloody smile. With incomprehension written all over his mundane features, the wizard returns it with a gap-toothed one of his own, before falling forward onto the ice. Thankfully, away from their carefully constructed pattern. Blood continues to leak from the puncture wounds in his neck, and on unsteady elbows the wizard drags himself further away. He would not look at Satoshi, he could not... But he knew the gift of his blood would help to fuel her coming magic, and there was no way he was missing the fruits of their labour. So he drags himself back to lean upon a snow bank, where he stares through weary, dropping eyes at the coming summons.


Tirona watched the exchange with a very detached disinterest. He could care less about the exchange of fluids of any sort, as long as it didn't involve him. He (provided he got out of the snow at some point to avoid freezing) had a long enough life ahead of him, he didn't need it being drained or turned. While there was a certain amount of… interest in experiencing life as another race in the back of his mind, he would like to experience more than thirty-something years as his own before he experienced it as some other, and vampire wasn't exactly high on the list of other races he'd like to experience it as. He watched Svilfon retreat back to the shores of the frozen lake. He held his hand out, some snow on its banks melting slightly before forming together into a brace shaped thin piece of ice. It would melt eventually thanks to the wizard's body heat, but not before the bleeding stopped, most likely. "The circle is finished," he said in his monotone, turning his eyes onto the vampire kitsune. "Am I to assume that you are going to use me for the summoning instead then?" He pushed up his glasses on his face, looking over the circle, everything looked fine… but he wondered how seriously they'd considered his warning from before. Either way, it would be their consequence if the golem turned into a bigger threat than what it was meant to defend against.


Satoshi's palm pressed against the bandage coiled about her head, the chill of her flesh and the revitalizing blood melting away the worst of the pounding headache. The scent of Svilfon's blood still exposed to the air earns him a sharp look, but the kit is relatively sated and able to resist that urge to return to the bleeding wound, instead choosing to look toward Tirona as he stands in the background. "Starling," she calls, the worn tones of her voice all but gone as strength flows anew in her veins, "yes, the circle's done. Ready for the next step?" She silently hopes the avian has some clever wording that will prevent the soon-to-be golem from going on a potential rampage, like its predecessors.


Svilfon is beyond even being able to nod his head in thanks to the avian for the small comfort offered. He had taken worse damage than this, but only ever in combat when his blood was high. As it is now, he remains all but motionless - ragged breath drawn through a throat that continues to send waves of agony up and down his body. No longer a player in this dangerous game of theirs, he is content to observe; ignoring studiously the insidious bite of the ice that flows upwards from his frozen resting place.


Tirona looked over the circle, thinking the only thing he might have added, had he been there, was a stronger defensive circle. However, creating a golem had less danger involved of being attacked. By its very definition, a golem was a slave created by combining elements and bringing it to life through magic. Able to be created by just about anything… the strangest he'd ever heard of being frogs. This particular type of golem wasn't very intelligent, sacrificing any hope of being useful in an everyday setting for raw power and resilience. This also limited their usefulness, as it limited them to a single task across their lifetime, their little intellect from the magic causing them to only differentiate as to whether something could include its mission. After their task was finished, they would have to be dismantled… hopefully quickly. He removed his cloak, tossing it behind him, spreading his wings, making loud cracking noises that caused him to flinch as they did. The cloak may have been keeping him warm, but it limited his dexterity. "Shall we begin then, preferably before I become a permanent fixture on your lake?"


Satoshi nods onces, flexing her shoulders and producing her own set of cracks that run down her spine. She's feeling more alive by the minute--albeit at the cost of the drained wizard slouching nearby. Lifting her hand, the kit wills her Xalious staff back into sight and takes hold of its icy length in a firm grip. "Let's begin, Starling~. Our newest residents need to be born~." With that as the cue, Satoshi closes her eyes and begins a steady chanting, wizard-fueled magic coiling through the air and around the foxkin as visible tendrils of azure energy. In answer to the frost singer's words the illuminated lines of the summoning circle brighten to a near blinding level and begin to pulse. The tempo slowly builds, taking on the rhythm of a heartbeat as, at the center of the circle, a wisp of blue fire flickers into life. Each arcane word uttered by the magus serves as kindling to the flame and soon it too begins to pulse. The construct's heart hovers above the magical design on the ground, awaiting Tirona's aid to bring its body into existence from the surrounding snow and ice.


Tirona raised his hands, his eyes shut. The difficult part of this went to Satoshi, who had to summon the magic that would animate the golem once it was created. He had the not-quite-simple task of creating the body of the golem. From the shores of the lake, the snow began to rise, surrounding the Avian as he moved his arms, creating a small blizzard around him alone. He wasn't the most creative of people, so hopefully they weren't planning on anything all that complex. The snow began to melt around him, forming a massive column of water around him. It moved forward, surrounding the magic. It flattened out, forming a large blocky creature. His movements were precise, efficient, and practiced. Nothing he did was excess, forming the outer shell of the construct. As it began to take on an actual shape, it was large with arms nearly the length of its own body. Its head sitting almost directly on the body to avoid a weak point in the neck. Its legs were proportional to the rest of it, but he lengthened them to increase its stride. Anything excess would add weak points to the creature, but he supposed making it look a bit more threatening would be expected. When he was somewhat content with it, it began to freeze and solidify. It was thin, but the ice itself was thick, and cold enough to nearly burn anyone who touched it without protection. In its thigh was a small cavity of water, a focus point for the magic. If they froze it while the creature was "alive", it would cut off the magic and avoid a repeat of what had happened to the other city, especially seeing as this golem was a significant amount larger than those ones. He finally opened his eyes, smoothing out the creature and giving it spikes running down its thin spine, ending with something resembling a tail.


Satoshi's eyes remain closed, but nonetheless she can see the form the golem is taking through her magics tied into its core. The kit approves of Tirona's overall design, although she can't quite resist adding her own flare to the construct's features with a twist of magic used to modify the head, giving it a decidedly canine muzzle filled with formidable teeth. That completed and the golem's form nearly solidified, Satoshi steps forward and drives the end of her staff into the ice outside the circle, then lifting her freed hand to her face to prick a finger upon her fangs. A droplet of blood wells up and the kit overturns her hand, sending it falling down upon the outermost circle of the magical design. As the blood hits, the glow fades, darkening to a deep midnight as it spreads to fill the area, misting over the three gathered spell-weavers as well as climbing over the golem's jagged form. Satoshi's words take a darker twist once the arcane fog coils about her, the melody a haunting tune as she delivers the golem's single objective in an archaic tongue. The words elicit a deep rumble from the nearly completed creature, the sound akin to an avalanche and drawing yells of alarm from the nearby giants, horns blaring in warning of the natural disaster. But the kit pays them no mind, her singular focus upon the spell at hand as it reaches its final stages, where her unwavering will is needed to instill obedience upon the creation.


Svilfon shudders on the ground as he's consumed by the darkness of Satoshi's spell-weaving. He feels the cold driving into his flesh, but he cannot suppress the grin of triumph as she screams the archaic command to the behemoth of a golem. It seems he is content at the construct and the part he played in bringing it to life. With a smile still on his lips, the wizard slips into unconsciousness; resting his weary body, and allowing it to begin to replenish the precious vitae used to feed Satoshi.


Tirona's part of the golem's construction complete, he took a step back, his movements having momentarily warmed him. However the icy chill began to fill him again, so he quickly wrapped his wings around himself, although they were colder than he was and significantly stiffer than they usually were. If they did others, they would likely be smaller. Multiple golems of that size would not be particularly… well, good. Should she mis-word her command even slightly, they could easily ravage Frostmaw. Although, the massive creature might be enough on its own… either way. His eyes moved over to Svilfon as he collapsed. Stepping out from the cloud of darkness that surrounded him, he walked across the ice and picked up his cloak, wrapping it around himself again. He looked up at the massive construct, listening to the command. He remained silent until the chant was finished, and afterward as well. Fortunately it wasn't snowing now, Svilfon might've been buried underneath it.


Satoshi tips her head skyward to stare at the golem's own face stories above. The behemoth doesn't move, the space of its eyes dead and empty, and for a moment the kit fears the spell didn't take properly. "-Move-," she urges in a whisper, fist clenching around her bloodied thumb, eeking out another drop to splash upon the arcane ring. With that, the dark mist shudders and abruptly contracts, drawing inward rapidly to condense within the center of the golem's chest, where the core of blue flame lurks. The fire quivers as it's enveloped, its color deepening to a hue not until Satoshi's eyes before, with a rumbling shudder that sends powdered snow showering down, the golem shakes its head. The light of life illuminates its eyes then and it tips its head sideways to peer down at the petite magus. Newly formed joints creak and crackle as the ice adjusts beneath sudden movement, allowing the construct to lower itself to a knee and kneel before Frostmaw's queen. Wordlessly, Satoshi reaches out to press her palm to the creature's snout, silently welcoming it to life.


Tirona crossed his arms as he looked up at the construct as it began to move. Hopefully whatever command she gave him didn't backfire on her. He approached, standing a bit behind Satoshi. "Sorry to interrupt your moment, but I believe you should move him inside," he said, pointing to the wizard behind them. "We can do more later, if you wish. Otherwise, he will be dead by the time we finish… if we continue. Either way, I doubt he will last long in the snow." His usual monotone scared some people, as to how he could make a casual comment (which was rare), a threat (rarer), or concern (as rare as the threat) in the same way.


Satoshi removes her hand from the golem, allowing the construct to straighten once more and adopt a sentinel's stance. One last look is given to the towering ice before she nods to Tirona and flicks her gaze to Svilfon. A look of alarm crosses her features as she realizes how pale the man has become. "Hellfire and blizzards," the kit exclaims, moving around Tirona to kneel at the wizard's side, taking hold of the front of his robes and giving them a slight shake. "Oi. On your feet, Pointy Hat. You're not going to let a little bite do you in, after braving far worse from me, are ya~?"


Svilfon opens a an eye that is as blue as his lips when Satoshi gives him a shake. In a raspy voice that strains to be freed from his throat, the wizard speaks - a hint of his usual joviality written across his frozen face. "Who do you think I am, icicle queen? It'd take more than..." He lifts his hand to where the blood has frozen into icy tears from the twin wounds in his neck, "A little bite to down me..." He tries to get up, but with a numb body it's a bit of a flailing fail. "... And I'm not giving those bastard magelings the pleasure. Help me up, snow queen." He extends his hand to her, "And you owe me a song."


Satoshi takes the wizards hand and leans backwards, utilizing her vampiric strength to offset the fact that she's so much smaller and lighter than the man. Once Svilfon is up, it's a simple thing to tuck herself beneath one of his arms and accept most of his weight--even if it leaves her teetering dangerously. "Hah! Not until I hear my song first. I already sang you one~." With that and similar taunts, the kit leads him in the direction of the tavern, where Drargon's hearty stews and strength-bolstering ales await the anemic wizard.


Svilfon is led away by the snow queen. Occasionally his laughter can be heard ringing out as ice-magus and wizard trade taunts and swap more of their wild boasts. Left behind is the sentinel'; standing rigid in snow, ever ready to protect Frostmaw and her queen. A fine day's work, the wizard thinks... and now is time to celebrate.