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((P-playing it where it lies. :dizzy: ))

Vex's smirk could not be anymore wild. Confidence was extruding from him at this point. What seemed like a threat was simply just another animal to him. His knife took a backhand grip position, and he rushed after the monster with the means to end its life here and now. The snow barely moved as he lunged after it. And yet, being too rash would prove a fatal downfall. He did not expect Sebastian's attack to do what it did, and as such, the monster wasn't the only one stunned and blinded. Getting a little too close for comfort, the boy threw his arms up in defense as he was caught in the blast radius. He was struck to the ground, his weapon flung from his hands. He quickly got himself to his feet, trying to regain his composure. But seeing an off balanced foe, the landshark's rage-filled eyes went after Vex after it struck at the old man.

The ensuring tackle knocked the wind out of Vex. There was never such a look of surprise on his face till now. The trauma reverberated through his body and his entire world went spinning as he was tossed through the air and straight into the snowy terrain. Not even the suit he wore beneath his coat saved him from such force. It was not everyday anyone or anything got a direct hit on him, but when it did, he felt it. He felt it good. His arm was already to his gut, his body feeling the full effects of what just went through him. Pain. Disorientation. It had been a long time since he met these adversaries. He hated it.

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"Vex!" Sebastian cried out as he watched the man get assaulted by the beast, and despite having received the wounds it did, it still fought with great ferocity. This surprised Sebastian a great deal, but at the same time, it only enticed him further.

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But Sebastian, admitably, had never faced a foe such as this. He was ill-experienced at handling it, and worst of all, he wasn't prepared to fight it. This was perhaps the greatest bane of the Harper. In a haste, Sebastian removed his revolver and began to open fire on the beast to try and gather it's attention from Vex. His bullets struck, but they only bounced off its thick, albiet damaged, skin. The beast began to charge him next by virtue of sound alone, since it had been effectively blinded by his last attack. He attempted to aim for the eyes, but his aim would fail him in the night. The sound of the hammer hitting empty shells sounded, and Sebastian made a last attempt to dodge out of the way of the beast, but it's size and speed was un-matched for creatures its size from what he was used to. The creature caught unto Sebastian's leg with its mouth, making a vice grip and swinging him around to throw him across the snow. "Shit!"

His voice cried out in pain. Crimson blood leaked from his leg, the light of the moon glistening on its surface. It was a miracle that his leg didn't go with the beast's mouth. Sebastian raised himself up onto his forearm, his belly towards the ground, in an attempt to get up. But once he tried to use his leg, he fell onto his back. He could only see the moon now.

He immediately rose up, reaching for his bag, but it had flung off his body when he was thrown, only with his revolver. He only had his dagger on him now. He turned to look around, seeing his bow and arrows near. He began to crawl towards them, but not without the great discomfort of pain.

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Gladstone's transient comrades did an admirable job of engaging the landshark. This provided the old man with ample time to regain his composure. He rose from the snow, skeins of it drifting off of him and piling next to him. He surveyed the land for the locus of combat. Sebastian's pained cry gave Gladstone direction. The scene was a tableau - Vex incapacitated and Sebastian welling blood, staining crimson onto ivory as he was flung through the air.  

The creature committed to its characteristic rush, aiming at Sebastian, driven by the taste and the scent of his blood. Gladstone remained quiet and immobile meanwhile he observed so as to avoid drawing the landshark's attention but now was the moment to act.  

[Roll: 3 – One minor action]

His left foot slammed down. Gladstone torqued with his waist, led with his shoulder, and flung his sword like a javelin in a lethal trajectory as the landshark barreled through the air, its wide open mouth venting what looked like steam as hot breath met cold atmosphere.  

The animal was too durable. Not only was its hide resilient but it was also thick. Gladstone's blade hit true and bit down but the bite was shallow, embedding itself only a meager inch. However Gladstone supplied his makeshift harpoon with force sufficient to knock the beast from its warpath. The landshark's maw passed within inches of Sebastian's face before striking ground and skidding to a stop.

His blade protruded from the landshark's side, but the landshark didn't seem to mind it much. It scanned the land with flared nostrils and then in the next moment was gone in a flurry of snow and dirt. One might have thought that, outnumbered, the creature decided to run. But Gladstone thought that it had merely gone the way it came. Underground. Now it was beneath them and all he had on him was his scabbard.

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Something awakened in the teen as he watched the monster work. He did not want either of them to take down the beast before he got his turn again. His cold gray eyes focused on it as he stood back to his feet. Casually, he stepped over to where his knife was knocked down as the battle between Gladstone and the landshark climaxed with a weapon into its mouth. He picked up the dagger, swiping the snow flurries off it. Then he watched as it dove back beneath them. It was not running. Vex was certain it wasn't. With such good strikes on your prey, any predator would be stupid to give up this kind of meal. It had fought hard for it. And it seemed pride was something that did not belong to humans alone. Yet, Vex's pride was larger. He was going to kill this thing one way or another.

He knelt down, placing his left hand to the ground. The earth was trembling with the motions underneath. The monster's location was hard to figure. But if Vex's estimations were right, it must have a way of sensing where he was above ground. And the typical way he knew about was tremorsense. It must had a way to sense movements through the motions of the earth. In that case, he had a simple plan. His left hand reached behind him. Drawing itself from his back, underneath his fur coat, was a large straight-edged blade, about two feet and five inches in length. The handle and metal looked far more advanced than just some simple blade, the blade colored in dark grey and the blade an opaque silver. This meant it did not have a glossy surface like normal weapons. This was to make using it stealthily easier.

The teen stood up, turned his blade upside then leaped into the air before stabbing it into the ground. With this same leap, his feet left the ground, landing a single right foot steadily on the end of the pommel. He was using his sword as a makeshift post. It was only temporary. But it did its deed. The landshark came shooting out of the ground, believing it was about to munch on a captured meal. Instead, it got a sword stabbed into the back of its throat. Relatively, this plan was simple to him. To the average person: daring. Vex would land upon the monster's back. The dagger was poised. He was ready to go in for the kill.

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Sebastian had nearly become a feast once more if not for split-second decision making on Gladstone's part. He was still bleeding, but not nearly as bad as before. If anyone took a moment to glance towards his wound, they'd notice that it had partially begun to heal, and heal faster than anyone would suspect of something as humanoid as Sebastian. Nevertheless, he pressed on towards his bow just as the animal lunged underground. He could feel the tremors of the earth below him as he flipped into his back, knocking an arrow into the only weapon he had left on his person. But just as that thought crossed his mind, the moon met his eyes again in the vast space. This vision washed a sense of calmness over him, and fear diminished from his mind.

Maybe it was the combination of adrenaline, blood loss, and shock, or maybe it was a deeper sense of intuition; Sebastian began to hallucinate, the sound of a name being called out by a voice that was not present among them. The name was not unfamiliar to him, but it was a name called out in a language that could not be spoken or understood by the common tongue of man or any of its many languages. It was the tongue of beast. Sebastian broke from the hallucination to the present moment when the beast erupted from the ground towards Vex's clever trap. Wounded again, and this time somewhere that matters. But even with a poised dagger ready to strike, Sebastian would not take any more chances with the beast.

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Sebastian's eyes were glowing a deep amber in the night, something that was clearly not normal of him. The pupils seemed to break and shift into something more cat-like in appearance temporarily, before regathering into a more orbital shape. He pulled back on his bowstring and released an arrow towards the eye of the beast, making a perfect clean shot. It pierced through and entered into the beast's brain. The beast fell to the earth, moving its head about for a moment as if confused. It wobbled a bit, and soon fell over. The visible breath of it's massive maw gave it's last.

He fell back into his back, lowering both of his limbs into the snow. His leg was exposed to the elements, but he didn't seem to mind it at all. It was as if for a moment, it wasn't even cold to him. His eyes still glowed, but eventually, he blinked, and like that, they were a normal blue once more. Only a little blood was seeping from his leg wound now. Nothing in comparison to when he was first bitten.

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Gladstone couldn't decide if the youth was a skilled tactician or merely glory hound, or if there was even a difference between the two in Vex's world. But there was no denying that Vex's high-risk, high-reward gambit had paid off and paid off in spades. It executed precisely as planned and culminated in the landshark receiving a throat full of foreign steel.

That wasn't all. Though bloodied and beaten, Sebastian nocked and loosed an arrow in a flash and with enviable accuracy. The projectile punctured the creature's eye, pushed through the brain, and stopped only when the arrowhead embedded itself in the back of the landshark's skull. The creature had been thrashing and coughing up blood when Vex was done with it; it was limp and motionless when Sebastian had his say.

Now that the landshark was above ground and still, Gladstone took easy note of the fact that the blade was no longer embedded into its hide. It must have gotten dislodged in transit. Gladstone waddled through the snow until he got to the spot it disappeared and dug through the snow until he found its tunnel. He had to stick his arm up to the shoulder and couldn’t shake the sensation that in another second, another landshark would run by and chomp his arm off. But he was able to retrieve his blade without incident.

"I can only hope that the beasts of this land are more dangerous than its people." He announced to no one in particular, now balking at the notion of going up against a cadre of barbarians, every one of which acclimated to the savage lands of the Shawnee.  

Surveying the land so as to reclaim his bearings and continue traveling in the right direction, it was impossible not to take notice of Sebastian's glowing eyes in the dark of the night. This was a curious detail but not a fearsome one. Gladstone had met noble demons before – in most recent memory the female one who accompanied him on a quest to bolster Yh'mi against the nightmares that plague it. Perhaps here was another opportunity to make a friend of a civilized beast.

Gladstone stood before Sebastian now, sheathing his sword with one hand while extending the empty other to help the man stand.

"You heal quickly. You aren't human."

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Sebastian attacking again immediately had Vex jump off and slide through the snow. His eyes glared not at the landshark, but the hunter himself. There was a scorn that existed in them, and he was not happy with what occurred a moment ago. He stood there as they fell the creature before him. He walked over to the shark, dislodging his sword before turning his back to them and sheathing it. His hand moved over his body, checking the aches and seeing just how bad of a strike he took. Feeling upon it, it seemed it was mostly blunt damage that occurred. The suit beneath his coat had done what it was made for to keep his bones from cracking or anything major happening to his internal organs. But that didn't mean he was feeling anymore positive toward Sebastian. Aside from that, the landshark was defeated. It never crossed Vex's thoughts, but a landshark's body parts and or hide could go for quite the price somewhere.

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Sebastian glanced up towards the old man as the words left his mouth. "You're not human", a phrase which repeated in his mind briefly, had been something he'd heard many times in his life. If not from others, than from himself. But what truly was "human"? Was it just the biological shape, or the attitude, which made one human in the eyes of humans themselves? These were questions that Sebastian had been dealing with for a long time. But he would not pester the man with semantics.

He reached up to take hold of Gladstone's hand, and lift himself up off of the ground. He didn't stand so easily, managing to come into a bit of a limp on the affect leg. In time, however, he would walk as if nothing had ever happened. The only remains of which would be his tattered and bloodied clothing. He turned to face Gladstone. "I used to be... I mostly am, I think." He had hoped that Gladstone would not question his nature further, for it was something that he did not often wish to discuss, but curiosity was a powerful force. If he wouldn't ask now, he knew at the very least that he would be taking guesses regardless.

For Sebastian, this was a critical moment. He wasn't sure how others in this world perceived lycans. He knew well enough that their kind was feared and hunted from the land he came from, in fact, he'd even hunted a few himself. He would only hope that his now evident inhuman nature did not betray the trust of Gladstone or Vex, whom Sebastian only now turned to look at. He could see annoyance in him, but he wouldn't bother with it for now. He turned to look a dead beast that was unknown to him, and approached it immediately after gathering his gear from the snow. He removed a hook tool from his bag, and began extracting the one eye that hadn't been shot through with an arrow. The procedure seemed all too natural to the Harper.

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"There's nothing to fear about being nonhuman." Realizing the ignorance of most of this world and its natives, Gladstone quickly amended. "At least from me. Vex, I don't think cares unless you're a vampire." He recalled, briefly, of their mutual combat against the vampiress Selena. "He has a thirst for killing those.

"Something more than, less than, or lateral to a human can still be more noble. It's what we do which defines us best." Having tangled with man-sized butterflies capable of hypnotism, with flowers whose buds opened up to reveal grinding jaws, Gladstone quickly learned not to define a thing as friend or foe on the basis of aesthetic.

When Sebastian began cutting open the landshark's face, Gladstone was inspired and crunched through the snow to join him at his task. Withdrawing a sharp if inelegant dagger from his own bag, as Sebastian set to work on the creature's eyes, Gladstone circumscribed the landshark's skull with his dagger. He dug his fingers in under the cut gently oozing blood and peeled back the scalp. Then set about to repeating the process with the skull itself.

Gladstone wrapped the brain in what looked like a banana leaf, but darker green, with red veins, and which adhered snugly to the contents once it was completely wrapped. He offered a strip of a similar leaf to Sebastian for the eye. "It'll help preserve the organ." Then he set about rolling the landshark onto its back and performing a y-incision. The only other organ the old man was interested in was the creature's heart.

Once the heart was also wrapped and put away, Gladstone cleaned his hands off with snow and then wiped them dry on the legs of his pants. These organs would serve as well as the magical waters from the Shawnee in bartering with the old hags and gypsy witches.

"That creature was more of a challenged than I bargained for and this cause, while noble, is not my own. I have something that will aid me in my cause and am duty-bound to pursue it. This is where we part." Gladstone flipped what looked like a copper coin at Sebastian. If caught, the coin revealed itself to be a copper ring.

"Call on me should you find yourself in need. I hope to be able to do the same." And nodded to Vex, anticipating that the youth still had the ring he had been given during their first encounter, and chalking it up as an unfortunate loss if he saw no worth in keeping it.

"Godspeed."

[exit Gladstone]

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Vex did care what Sebastian was. He may not be a vampire, but anything close to those beasts in monster relationship was considered prime enemies for him. He did not just hunt vampires. Lycans and werewolves were on that list of the things his organization back home sent him after. All of them atrocious and all of them dangerous. He had no sympathy for them as he had slaughtered hundreds of them in his lifetime. It made his perspective of Sebastian change drastically. He did not trust him even more now. However, he had no choice at the moment but to rely on him. He was in a terrain he could die in if he did not a guide, and he was not looking to dig his grave in a cold part of the world.

The Old Man's sign of departure was what made him widen his eyes. He was leaving. The teen wanted to call him out on it, but he stopped himself. Was that...was that him not wanting the Old Man to go? What kind of feeling was that. Vex brought self hatred upon himself for even thinking dependency or companionship for once. His teeth gritted and he looked away, letting the Old Man depart as he wanted. He had a job of his own and had yet to complete it. His answer of course was just ahead.

"If you want to leave to, go ahead," he said as he stepped onward in the direction of their destination. "Otherwise, don't fall behind."

It was late and it was cold. He didn't like either so wished to get this over with as soon as he could. He could see wooden posts with small flags waving at their top. In the distance there was a mountain and some kind of structure built into its side. He knew they had found it. The posts were used so the barbarians wouldn't get lost during snowstorms. They helped guide them around. There probably were watch posts somewhere, too. They couldn't take a straight path or else they would get caught. Instead, to the left there was a creek that deeped behind a hill, and circled itself toward a side valley that was branched against what looked to be the side of this establishment. It was the best way for them to sneak by; to use the water and the hill as a form of hiding. And if his intuition was right, it should lead them to some unexploited opening into the base of these raiders. So he took this path, unfortunately dipping his feet into the cold of the water while keeping a crouched state. The suit he wore beneath protected him from what could have been severe hypothermia, not to mention the shock of the cold climate that surrounded them.

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"There's plenty to fear about being more than what others are." Sebastian quickly corrected Gladstone, and rightly so. In a world dominated by humankind, there was always somewhere to go where one was hated if they were different than this. Even among humans themselves, their bond to one another was weak and violent if there was so much as a shade of difference in their skin. This was the one thing about being partially wolf that he did appreciate, and that was the pack-like nature of them. If there was one thing a creature like a wolf could rely on, it was its own companions and brothers. Not so among humankind.

Once Gladstone brought up the fact that Vex didn't like Vampires, that added signaled an important red flag in his mind, and it was something that Sebastian would have to inquire about. While he himself had hunted vampires, he only ever hunted vampires that seemed to kill for reasons other than not to feed. He'd once stumbled across a village with many bodies that had perished from an attack by vampires, but only a few of them were actually bitten. The rest slaughtered. For this, their hunt was necessary. At the same time, he'd met plenty of vampires that had respectable boundaries. Such a person was a dear friend of his. For the first time in months since he'd came to this place, the thought of Rowan came to him. A vampiric ally of the Rosewood Harpers. Her sudden memory brought a sense of hope to see her again one day.

He thought about her a great deal while he worked on the Landshark's eye, not minding much that Gladstone was taking some things that he planned on taking himself. You could say her image alone washed him with a sense of calm and bliss. It wasn't till Gladstone attempted to had him the leaf that he snapped out of it. "Thank you." He began to wrap the eye, and then proceeded to catch the ring in his hand. He examined it closely in the moonlight, taking note of its features. He only nodded at the old man, watching him depart before slipping the ring and the wrapped eye into his satchel. As the man disappeared behind the blanket of drifting snow in the night, it was now just the Harper and Vex out in the treacherous Shawnee Glacier, and yet still with an ever present threat to be met.

Sebastian turned, watching Vex begin to climb down into the small "creek" of water that seemed entirely unfrozen. Sebastian's eyes widened a bit. "Vex, that isn't water." Sebastian wasn't sure exactly why the water wasn't frozen, but he knew damn well that out here, if it isn't frozen, it isn't water. "Get out of that." He seemed to have a sense of urgency to him. The last time he came across water that didn't freeze, it was an illusion being created by someone or something hunting.

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"Hm?"

Vex looked down when he mentioned the water wasn't water at all. The boy moved to the side. He knelt down and placed his right hand, covered, to the liquid and then brought it up to his nose to sniff it.

"This...is alcohol." Alcohol was a whole lot harder to freeze than water, which would explain its liquid and colorless state. But why would alcohol be running through a creek like this? Vex stood back up and would proceed to follow the stream. Keeping a low profile, they eventually made it to where the stream was coming from. It was less a stream and more of a low-running stream of liquid pouring from a hole in the wall. It looked big enough for their bodies to go through, but not necessarily for r Sebastian's wagon. Still, it was a way into the fortress, something they needed. He did not wait to hear any oppositions or warnings from his traveling companion. He was already up and crawling through it. He could see a light a few meters down, a dim orange coloring. Likely fire of some kind. He moved slowly until he got near, and that is when he noticed that the flickering was a torch on the wall. And then the origins of that stream of clear alcohol were known.

Inside the room he came upon a large container. It seemed there was a leak from this container that was causing a small stream of the liquid to run beneath him and through the passageway. Vex was confused as to why something that smelled like isopropyl alcohol was present in this kind of environment. And where did these barbarians get something like this. And why did they even need it? What's more, it looked like he had entered what looked to be some kind of storage room. There was few torches, but many boxes. The teen stepped down, looking about to make sure no one was present. Save for the flickering of the light, he didn't hear any kind of breathing or presence of another body. He did, however, see a wooden door, closed for the time being. He walked forward, looking about with his eyes. He was observing things to get a good feel for the interior in case for emergency situations.

But Vex came to a stop. For his eyes noticed something he didn't expect to see in here. It was a stone chest. It wasn't a perfect rectangle like other chests and was rather rough in many places. But it was a chest cause it had a keyhole in the middle of it with the same details of a lid atop it. The teenager slowly walked over to it, trying to make sure he wasn't being deceived. His hands came forward to touch it. On the top of the lid was a symbol of sorts. It looked like a triangle with a small circle against the top side and a another circle design surrounding both. Vex knew exactly what that symbol was. It belonged to a certain Halfling.

"Sheobrazi."

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Sebastian was honestly surprised that he'd gone this far with all of this, but now he was coming upon a critical moment. The old man had left, and now this naive kid was stumbling through broken walls to enter hostile territory. Everything he did out here was lazy and inconsiderate thus far in the Harper's opinion. He could only watch as he entered in through the wall without concern for his opinion on the matter. Although he was certainly not opposed to taking risk, he didn't exactly like taking them in this terrain, unprepared, and with Vex. There seemed to be a mutual distrust for one another.

Sebastian approached the wall as Vex climbed through. "I'm not going to follow you in there, just so you know. You might as well plan to trek back alone." Sebastian reached into his pack to remove a kit full of rations and a fire starter, all wrapped in a thick blanket. "Take this for your journey back. That creature back there was all I needed out here, so I've no need to go running in there. Don't do anything stupid and maybe we'll cross paths again some other time." He turned away from Vex, beginning to head back into the night. The beginnings of dawn would be upon them soon in the next few hours. 

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Having found what he was looking for, Vex lifted the lid of the box after inserting the key he received from the person that tipped him of this treasure. Inside, there it sat, a black veil of cloth neatly folded upon a soft bed. The material looked glossy to the torch light, with various details etched across it in the form of lines that ran across the suit as if etching out a contour of all the major muscle groups. Vex lifted it up into view, letting it hang in his hands as his silver eyes gazed upon his prize. His goal for coming here had finally been met. He took the time to uncloth himself, replacing his undercloth standard fiber suit that he normally wore beneath his exoskeleton armor that was currently housed in an undisclosed place due to decommission. It needed powering and repairs, but he did not have the resources right now to do said activity, nor the money to give to the right people to fix it. He was also paranoid of trusting anyone and believed they would try to steal it for their gains. As such, he decided to find an alternative, and he was in luck to find out about this Golem Armor.

Once upon his body, he did not feel any different from before. It fit to his body with ease, even though it looked a lot smaller before when he pulled it out. Apparently, it was big enough to cover from his neck down to his ankles, which was an odd but regrettable undersight. The thing didn't seem any different from before. He wondered how to activate it, now, as there didn't seem to be any kind of button or device explicitly that told him what to do. He looked around the spandex-like suit, but saw nothing. He frowned in frustration. Just then, the door opened up. Two barbaric guards clad in fur stepped into the room. Having come to refill on some supplies, they walked forward. They looked toward where Vex was...or had been, and only saw an open chest. The two walked over there immediately with their lantern. They were wondering who or what had did this. When they turned around, there it stood.

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The black matte suit that now endowed the figure was like a standing non-organic monster that caused the barbarians to cry out for only a second before their mouths were shut off with a splatter of blood that came from the sword Vex held in his hand. He did not know how it happened, but it almost felt like it had heard his call, and finally brought itself into existence. Suddenly, he felt a sense of power he never thought he could experience before. The suit was tight against his muscles, but the armor around him felt like they were his muscles themselves. It was incredible! He felt like he could take on the whole world if he had to. Or an entire barbaric compound. A low cackle ran from within the golem armor as he turned and walked himself through the door further into the compound. The night was followed by a shrill of screams and cries. At first, he was quiet and stealthy, making use of shadows and extinguishing torches. But eventually, he grew bored and decided to alarm the rest of the fortress. With their axes and swords in tow, they stormed the halls for their intruder. And when they saw it standing in the ray of moonlight that poured through a window within their largest room, the sight of this monstrous figure would be the last thing they saw.

The next morning, when the camp of soldiers that Vex, Sebastian, and Gladstone had visited the night prior came upon the fortress to get ready for the attack, they were surprised to find no kind of response. At first, they believe this was a trap, a setup by the barbarians to ambush them unseemingly. A scout was sent into the fortress to check. And then a loud scream came from within. When they ran in through the stronghold front door to see what was there, they came upon the sight of pools of blood and dismembered barbarians splattered across the floor. A single parchment awaited them on a wooden table in the center of the room. They opened it and it read:

"You're welcome."

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Location: Shawnee Glacier

Minor Summary: Due to Vex Glaston's armor being decommissioned for the time being, he gained knowledge of a suitable replacement waiting hidden in the Shawnee Glacier. During his journey in search of it, he came upon Sebastian, a beast hunter, and Gladstone, a mutual friend of Vex's, who was searching for items to be used for future bartering. They learned of a renegade group of barbarians held up in a stronghold and went to investigate it in the middle of the night. After the fight of an ambush from a large Landshark, Gladstone and Sebastian departed due to gaining enough resources from the fell beast for their goals. Vex entered the stronghold alone and luckily found his prize (artifact) waiting for him. With the new use of its power, he tested it out by sneakingly attacking all the barbarians throughout the fortress. The tribe of soldiers sent out to stop them came upon no survivors. With the barbarians dead, this have given the tribes of Shawnee a new place to acquire as a base, along with a new location to discover resources within the glacier's mountains.

 

 

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