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<blockquote data-quote="Speaker" data-source="post: 847209" data-attributes="member: 6571"><p><strong>Sniktch vs. Speaker</strong></p><p></p><p> </p><p></p><p> Wen, royal knight of Argent, felt her breath catch as she climbed the rise. The warmth on her back did little to console her as she surveyed the icy wastes ahead. White landscape as far as the eye could see, broken only by the dead vegetation that still stood, defiant against the punishing winds and heavy snow.</p><p></p><p> “Incredible. Just what we were expecting, and yet still a blow.” Wen heard Fell say as he came up alongside. She turned to look at the mage, peered into the dark red depths of his cloak, and then glanced out at the mighty expanse of snow and hoarfrost before them. </p><p></p><p>Fell heard her unvoiced scepticism. </p><p></p><p>“This winter will not last, Wen. With every step I take into this wasteland, the ice witch loses power and the snow will melt away. I assure you, this land will never again go without warmth.”</p><p></p><p>Wen turned back to the cold, shuddered. “I hope so.”</p><p></p><p> </p><p></p><p> Wen stopped abruptly, motioning as she did so for Fell behind her to do the same. “I see movement.”</p><p></p><p> She held herself still, training her sharp eyes ahead. At first, her vision was hampered by the bright sheen thrown off the glacial white ground, but slowly her eyes adjusted and the truth of the situation became apparent to her. The snow was coming alive. Slowly, very slowly, the ground was moving as the sun began to accomplish something it had not achieved in months – the melting of the waste.</p><p></p><p> “The winter is about to break.” Fell noted. “Look, there.”</p><p></p><p> Wen saw them at the same moment. Two great white bears off in the distance, frolicking in the snow. No, not snow. Bare ground, with stubborn tufts of old grass within. With powerful muscles, the two beasts reared up to playfully strike one another, heedless to the changing world about them. Wen frowned. “They don’t belong here. We are almost half a world away from the northern ice isles.”</p><p></p><p> “They are the ice queen’s pets. We will have to skirt wide around them, in case they alert their mistress of our coming.” So saying, Fell started to walk once more, heading on a path that would take him away from the bears and yet still towards the centre of the ice kingdom they sought. Wen took one last look at the bears, and then turned to follow the red cloaked mage.</p><p></p><p> Behind them, the white servants of the ice queen played on, enjoying the light and the cooling winds.</p><p></p><p>(Insert ‘Playing polar bears’ picture)</p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p></p><p> The conflict began without warning.</p><p></p><p>Wen entered the ancient square carefully, alert for any sign of danger, sword held firmly in hand.</p><p></p><p> The palace they sought loomed before them, a massive construction in the midst of the mixed spring and winter that characterized the clash of powers now taking place. The building had a faded look, made of stone and worn mortar, a bastion that time wore at ceaselessly. Dilapidated pillars held onto the cobblestones with tired resolve, and the flagstones Fell had nearly collapsed upon seemed on the verge of self-destruction. </p><p></p><p>Water ran about everywhere as snow and ice continued to melt.</p><p></p><p>It was then that Wen realized that she Fell was not following her. She turned about and saw him. He was not alone.</p><p></p><p>“You have come far to face me, you and your friend.” Sneered the white woman, whom Fell faced, her stark features and black clothing the definition of contrast. “Before you strike me down, perhaps you might want to know the true nature of your travelling companion?”</p><p></p><p> Wen glanced at Fell with some measure of confusion at her travelling companion. “What does she mean?”</p><p></p><p> The red robed mage smirked, his powerful features still as he stares at the ice queen they have travelled so far to face. “I have no idea…”</p><p></p><p>“I will tell her.” The white queen spits out in rage. “You have seen how he melts my creation, how he challenges my power. No mortal could do what he does. He and I are no different. But where I am a creature of cold and ice, he is a being of fire and heat. You came here to destroy me, but you would put up another tyrant if you replaced me with him.”</p><p></p><p>Abruptly Wen found herself caught within a vision, in which the ice covered lands she had so recently travelled through were suddenly smothered in smoke. Fires burned without cease on the hill slops, and ash filled the skies.</p><p></p><p>(Insert ‘Smoking Hills’ picture)</p><p></p><p>“Is this what you sought?” the woman laughed, and her voice was chill.</p><p></p><p>Wen turned to Fell, and asked simply “Is this so?”</p><p></p><p>Fell smiled, although it was a smile of strain, and his gaze never left the eyes of the Ice Queen. “I will not lie to you, Wen. I am a being of fire – who better to fight one of ice? – And my victory is not without a cost. But where cold may hold a land in sway forever, heat is a passing thing. When the fires burn out, the land will grow again. The ashes will feed the soil, and the plants will come quickly. For fire holds some power of growth. Watch.”</p><p></p><p>With that, the red mage shifted his gaze upward for a moment. In that instant, the air twisted with heat, and vines sprouted from the pillars about the ice queen, surrounding her with flowering roses and green leaves.</p><p></p><p>(Insert ‘Roses and the Queen’ picture)</p><p></p><p>The Ice Queen laughed. “Growth through death. As if he was alone in that power. I am winter. I come every year to many lands, and yet I still depart freely, leaving room for life. You see, I too can create new life out of death.” And she too moved her vision, and the flagstones about Fell parted as an equally luxuriant bed of roses grew about him.</p><p></p><p>“You must destroy her now.” Said Fell. “She and I are locked in combat, but we are equals. Neither of us dares move, lest the other gain some opening. That is why I brought you, so that you might strike for me at this moment, and free this land from the Ice Queen.”</p><p></p><p>Wen looked about her. She gazed at the sky, with the sun up high, beating down on the snow. She looked at the water running through the square, through the myriad cracks in the paving stones. She remembered the playful bears.</p><p></p><p>She turned to the two immortals, locked in battle, both of which would never break free themselves, for fear of losing to the other. Had they really thought that she could choose between two such alternatives?</p><p></p><p>Then to her suprise, she found she could.</p><p></p><p>“My decision is made.” She said.</p><p></p><p>Then she turned. And smiled. And walked away.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Speaker, post: 847209, member: 6571"] [b]Sniktch vs. Speaker[/b] Wen, royal knight of Argent, felt her breath catch as she climbed the rise. The warmth on her back did little to console her as she surveyed the icy wastes ahead. White landscape as far as the eye could see, broken only by the dead vegetation that still stood, defiant against the punishing winds and heavy snow. “Incredible. Just what we were expecting, and yet still a blow.” Wen heard Fell say as he came up alongside. She turned to look at the mage, peered into the dark red depths of his cloak, and then glanced out at the mighty expanse of snow and hoarfrost before them. Fell heard her unvoiced scepticism. “This winter will not last, Wen. With every step I take into this wasteland, the ice witch loses power and the snow will melt away. I assure you, this land will never again go without warmth.” Wen turned back to the cold, shuddered. “I hope so.” Wen stopped abruptly, motioning as she did so for Fell behind her to do the same. “I see movement.” She held herself still, training her sharp eyes ahead. At first, her vision was hampered by the bright sheen thrown off the glacial white ground, but slowly her eyes adjusted and the truth of the situation became apparent to her. The snow was coming alive. Slowly, very slowly, the ground was moving as the sun began to accomplish something it had not achieved in months – the melting of the waste. “The winter is about to break.” Fell noted. “Look, there.” Wen saw them at the same moment. Two great white bears off in the distance, frolicking in the snow. No, not snow. Bare ground, with stubborn tufts of old grass within. With powerful muscles, the two beasts reared up to playfully strike one another, heedless to the changing world about them. Wen frowned. “They don’t belong here. We are almost half a world away from the northern ice isles.” “They are the ice queen’s pets. We will have to skirt wide around them, in case they alert their mistress of our coming.” So saying, Fell started to walk once more, heading on a path that would take him away from the bears and yet still towards the centre of the ice kingdom they sought. Wen took one last look at the bears, and then turned to follow the red cloaked mage. Behind them, the white servants of the ice queen played on, enjoying the light and the cooling winds. (Insert ‘Playing polar bears’ picture) The conflict began without warning. Wen entered the ancient square carefully, alert for any sign of danger, sword held firmly in hand. The palace they sought loomed before them, a massive construction in the midst of the mixed spring and winter that characterized the clash of powers now taking place. The building had a faded look, made of stone and worn mortar, a bastion that time wore at ceaselessly. Dilapidated pillars held onto the cobblestones with tired resolve, and the flagstones Fell had nearly collapsed upon seemed on the verge of self-destruction. Water ran about everywhere as snow and ice continued to melt. It was then that Wen realized that she Fell was not following her. She turned about and saw him. He was not alone. “You have come far to face me, you and your friend.” Sneered the white woman, whom Fell faced, her stark features and black clothing the definition of contrast. “Before you strike me down, perhaps you might want to know the true nature of your travelling companion?” Wen glanced at Fell with some measure of confusion at her travelling companion. “What does she mean?” The red robed mage smirked, his powerful features still as he stares at the ice queen they have travelled so far to face. “I have no idea…” “I will tell her.” The white queen spits out in rage. “You have seen how he melts my creation, how he challenges my power. No mortal could do what he does. He and I are no different. But where I am a creature of cold and ice, he is a being of fire and heat. You came here to destroy me, but you would put up another tyrant if you replaced me with him.” Abruptly Wen found herself caught within a vision, in which the ice covered lands she had so recently travelled through were suddenly smothered in smoke. Fires burned without cease on the hill slops, and ash filled the skies. (Insert ‘Smoking Hills’ picture) “Is this what you sought?” the woman laughed, and her voice was chill. Wen turned to Fell, and asked simply “Is this so?” Fell smiled, although it was a smile of strain, and his gaze never left the eyes of the Ice Queen. “I will not lie to you, Wen. I am a being of fire – who better to fight one of ice? – And my victory is not without a cost. But where cold may hold a land in sway forever, heat is a passing thing. When the fires burn out, the land will grow again. The ashes will feed the soil, and the plants will come quickly. For fire holds some power of growth. Watch.” With that, the red mage shifted his gaze upward for a moment. In that instant, the air twisted with heat, and vines sprouted from the pillars about the ice queen, surrounding her with flowering roses and green leaves. (Insert ‘Roses and the Queen’ picture) The Ice Queen laughed. “Growth through death. As if he was alone in that power. I am winter. I come every year to many lands, and yet I still depart freely, leaving room for life. You see, I too can create new life out of death.” And she too moved her vision, and the flagstones about Fell parted as an equally luxuriant bed of roses grew about him. “You must destroy her now.” Said Fell. “She and I are locked in combat, but we are equals. Neither of us dares move, lest the other gain some opening. That is why I brought you, so that you might strike for me at this moment, and free this land from the Ice Queen.” Wen looked about her. She gazed at the sky, with the sun up high, beating down on the snow. She looked at the water running through the square, through the myriad cracks in the paving stones. She remembered the playful bears. She turned to the two immortals, locked in battle, both of which would never break free themselves, for fear of losing to the other. Had they really thought that she could choose between two such alternatives? Then to her suprise, she found she could. “My decision is made.” She said. Then she turned. And smiled. And walked away. [/QUOTE]
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