[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=gray][center]Gerric Roar Halfden[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/11/87/23118790e48211bc067dd5cf80a09c86.jpg[/img]
[color=Gray]Location:[/color] Niflheim 
[color=Gray]Skills:[/color]Blades, Water manipulation[/center]
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A hand caught Gerric’s collar and only chance saw him delay before impaling the assailant with a dagger, a delay that let him see the very living features of Arnora. Surprise took the edge off his wild reckless rage but not before a torrent of water swept a draugr up into the air and removed its undead limbs one by one.

Satisfied, he followed one of his least favourite people back to shore and into the cave. In there he hoped he would find some of those that came with him, but to his disappointment he did not. 
Instead there were others that he was not familiar with. All had that hint of a warriors soul but one seemed as if that soul was ready to disembark from its body.
He was speechless as he stood shivering before them with blue lips and ice in his beard.