Fimbulvetr

Ren

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Björn & Lirr

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Quest ATONEMENT

#1
She stood upon the snow-white ice, unafraid if the frozen sheet would crack and give way underneath her weight. Burning garnets stared upon the jagged glaciers and drifting islands of ice, broken up by swaths of midnight blue water. The sight would be breathtaking to one who did not know the sore's dark history, though to Antiope the stunning sight was blighted. Standing along the shoreline once more left a bitter taste on her tongue.

In the first days of her reign over the northern holdings she had won, Antiope gave the shore a wide berth. Her eye may have strayed towards the expanse of white ice from time to time, but she resisted the pull to return to it. As time passed, the desire to return to the scene of the crime - the precipice of her own ambitions, the gravesite of the ursine bear she had tried to help save - only grew stronger. Antiope had been able to wrestle the siren's call for a time, fighting it until she knew her wounds were healed enough for such a long trek. But today she gave in. In the early hours of a new day's dawn, Antiope took flight from Fjalltindr. She soared North, over the peaks of Ambrosius and never strayed from her path.

Yet...Antiope wasn't quite sure what she had expected to find now that she was here. All she had was an ache deep in her chest. An overwhelming sense of guilt for not being enough to save Espen clawed at her heart. She had done all she had could to save him with the others, but it hadn't been enough. She was a strong creature, well versed in the art of war, but all her might and experiences hadn't been enough. Maybe if she had had her magic she could have saved him. If her abilities hadn't been dampened, taken away from her upon crossing into the Bifrost, she could have done more.

Perhaps finding a way to get her true strength back wasn't the answer, but it might be the beginning of something more.

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notes: Angsty Antiope and a poop thread. -hides-

Name: Antiope
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Item(s): Arcana Endowment
Requirements: n/a

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#2

be swift!


Scene of the crime indeed. It was common for those who had killed to return to the place where it had happened - whether to pay respects of remind themselves of their victory. Well... What found Antiope on those frozen shores had nearly identical considerations. Its pride yearned to relive the moments spent in battle, to put paws upon the same flows that had brought them glory. Unlike her brothers, however, this dire was white. Perhaps it was a natural phenomena or simply a fluke of genetics, but the albino beast prowled along the ice flows with soft paw-falls and even quieter navigation.

But despite the natural camouflage, the clear day offered little in cover, for both parties. As soon as the bronze and gold of Antiope's pelt was spotted through the drifts and towering ice, the dire halted. Pink lips drew back, baring white fangs, and garnet eyes burned with a savagery only found in Fenrir's children. But it also spoke of excitement, an eagerness unparalleled unless found in other predators. Without a howl on its lips - for there was still a chance the female hadn't been spotted - she lurched forward into a gallop. Her size rivaled that of the mare she faced, but her frame was lithe and agile. To any war veteran she seemed almost an easy slay, especially alone and running head long.

But wait - the closer the lupine drew... what was this? Ice crystallized along her pelt until she was all but consumed, encased in a thin veil of glittering freeze. Barreling still, her weight upon the ice finally cracking weak points, she came upon the pegasus, paw rose and snarl on her lips.

Something is happening! Antiope has initiated her Arcana Endowment quest! An enchanted dire wolf has found you on the shores. Perhaps regular strength isn't something that can best this creature...

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#3
Chips of garnet narrowed, squinting against the glacial air as it swirled around her. Gold and bronze skin rippled with a subtle shiver, but otherwise, there was no other sign the cold was affecting the newly crowned sovereign. The burgundy cloth of her cloak, which had seen better days, snapped in the cold wind around her frame. New downy feathers that had begun to grow in place of the feathers that had been torn from her wings struggled to hang on. Antiope wondered idly if she would be able to find any remains of her old feathers in the ice and snow. Or had Fenrir's minions taken them as prizes? The idea of it made Antiope sneer.

Devils. She would hunt every one of them down. If she could, she would rend their throats out for what they had done and rip their trophies from their furs.  Her jaw clenched, teeth grinding together as she fought the sudden surge of violence that tried to overtake her.

Her gaze jerks away from the vast wasteland of ice before her, suddenly aware that something was amiss. Antiope's ears flatten back into her golden mane as her frame seized. Muscles coiled underneath her gilt and bronzed skin as the pegasus spun, her taupe hooves digging into the permafrost. Antiope's face is like stone; hard, unyielding, devoid of emotion...Until her gaze falls upon the albino wolf loping towards her. The wolf's coat glimmers in the bright Vinter sun as she bears a snarl and a glint that Antiope is all too familiar with.

The pegasus finds her own facade slipping upon the arrival of the wolf, her lip curling in disdain. Without a second thought, taupe hooves kick off the icy ground, launching Antiope towards her lupine adversary. Whether the wolf was acting alone or not hardly mattered to Antiope.

Her road to atonement would start with the destruction of the albino wolf.

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#4

be swift!


The mare had spotted her but the glacial lupine cared little. Savage fangs bore themselves beneath peeled back lips. Curved talons dug into the ice, leaving deep, gashing scars in her wake, that expertly navigated the precarious footing. His coat glistened with the frost and freeze that armored her, winking devilishly despite the melancholy sky. Antiope charged forth willing to accept the opponent and the child of Fenrir felt no fear - only satisfaction.

Antiope’s bulk collided into the wolf who reared up on its hinds to meet her. The equine’s weight wasn’t enough to diminish the strength imbued into the lupine’s icy coating. Rather, the crystals threatened to tear into the golden mare’s pelt. White fangs winked through pink gums as the dire wolf extended her neck to grab a chunk if flesh from the mare. There was a glint if satisfaction in her bright red eyes, one that spoke of her confidence in a swift victory. Entangled, Antiope’s strength didn’t bring them back down to the frigid earth. Rather she was held aloft, the wolf’s frozen casing cracking and shifting to lock them in their strange tussle.

But Antiope had once the power to destroy an opponent like this... once upon a time. Warm floods the mare’s muscles, coiling and toiling with eager remembrance.

Something is happening! Antiope will have to try harder than that! Could magic from her past aid her?

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#5
Scarred lips pulled back in a terrible snarl. It twisted the gilt sovereign’s features into something that was borderline feral. Pearly white teeth bared, snapping as Antiope felt all her emotions - anger, guilt, determination - boil over. She had been toeing a fine line before, teetering on the precipice of some kind emotional turmoil. Now...we’ll, at least she could return to Fjalltindr feeling a little lighter. All she had to do was tear this wolf asunder. The elimination of one hell-spawn of Fenrir wasn’t the war victory she so longed for, but it would be the beginning of something more.

Let the carcass of this wolf serve as a warning. She would come for them all and slay every single one of them to avenge Espen.

Antiope met the ice encrusted wolf with a clash. Gold and bronze slammed into white, ignoring the stinging pain of ice as it bit into her skin. Ice scratched, leaving thing trickles of red in their wake, yet they were the least of her concerns. A great roar thundered from Antiope as the wolf’s teeth grabbed hold of the flesh of her neck, managing to twist away to avoid greater damage. Rage courses through her veins, a dangerous cocktail for a creature her size and strength. Twisting still, the Pegasus suddenly pushed forward - her skull rushed a head of her body in a calculated head but, aiming to disorient the wolf. A familiar warmth intermingled with her rage, bringing a smirk of cruel satisfaction to her scarred features. Her magic...it was so close that she could taste it. With little preamble, the mare used her front legs to kick away the wolf. Antiope honed in all of her focus and rage into the kick, eager to shove the wolf off of her so she could stomp its ugly face into the ground.

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#6

be swift!


The kick met its mark - but there was more to that. What had began as a tingling warmth, now transformed into a weight behind her momentum that exceeded the reality of her strength. Those hooves of Antiope's collided with the chest of the frozen dire wolf in a burst of crystalline fur. Awe and shock overwhelmed the daughter of Fenrir, so much so that a yelp failed to manifest on her lips. Rather, that crust of freeze she had constructed to save herself fractured and fell away, leaving her entirely at the mercy of the newly awakened arcana now fortifying the sovereign's strength.

On contact the wolf spiraled through the air, all vigor lost, with her limbs rag dolling about her. A sharp kiss of ice met her side as she collapsed back to the shore, still tumbling with the momentum behind the attack she'd suffered. Suddenly, very suddenly, she was not so sure she could face this equine. Her pale eyes snapped to the mare, her body weak and trembling and breath unable to find its way back into her chest. Struggling to pull herself to her paws, the dire wolf knew she couldn't master the power in the horse it had chosen to face... perhaps it could still escape with its life.

Something is happening! Congratulations! Antiope has unlocked her Apprentice level of arcana! The necessary items will be removed from your inventory and you may freely use your first tier of magic.

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