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Hey y'all. I am about to start working on a webcomic and try to draw for a living now.
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Oh no. The World Ending library has started to smell of lemon again. Nobody likes dying to the smell of citrus
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Oh man that was amazing. I was not ready for Gabe being sent flying into a house like that. Atleast he landed in the company of Irelands great, cultural heritage.
This is what ahappens when life says "No, No writing". Alas child, I hardly knew 'ye.
Oh wow that giant flash of brilliance from absolutely everyone involved. You have my awe, all of you <3. Now to write Henrys lovely pain. I need some moody music.
I had an inkling that was the case.
To their defence, the company knew how to dela with chaos. Oh they thrived in it. Some of them, like Henry, would never admit it. Others like Jay-Jay seemed to personify it. As the god wold had a descended upon them in fury, wanting them to cover and die. Atticus lay hurt, crumpled and uncharasticicly wounded looking. And Henry saw the fury of Siya dash into fray, a unatural blur of motion that no mortal could ever hope to achieve. He heard thad question him on the spear, but the warlock was smart enough to figure out a way to bypass alot of it when he used fur and what Henry assumed was the sheer magic of his own talent to somehow conjure a spear. The god-wolf had clearly been wanting to crush them in his jaws byt he found not a easy fight but a furius bombardment in response. There was fire, there was anger and ther was hells own fury. There was so many emotions and Henry felt his faustian violin soak it in, the damn thing was laughing in delight. Well, it would be a darn shame to let it all go to waste now wouldn't it? Henry lifted it to his neck and shoulder and played the first tone.
A sensation he had not felt in over a year swept over him. His glamor lost, his white haired flowed with invisible winds as he seemed to grow in size and muscle again. He had no close surface source of water here, but this was still far more north then he had been in ages and he drew upon the rivers that ran underneath the earth. His eyes, icy cold and filled with unatural calm seemed to flare into bright beacons of power as the violin in his hand bite down onto his wrist. Red teeth of twisted wood sank into his skin like some twisted mockery of vampirsism and he felt the blood flow. It was sucked into the creature that masqueraded as violinist wet dream and when the siren touched its neck with what might aswell be a blade, the music sang out loud.
It wasn't his usual pleasant tones, the sound was a furies wrath, the valkeries scream, a harpys song and the rivers own fury. Fire and brimstone met a child of natures gifts and the unholy alliance of powers wrapped and mated in a cacophony of pure rage. Black and red snakes were shaped out of blood and the airs very humidity and the infernal, unholy serpants crashed against the fenrir, Gripping at it s jaws and prying them open for that spear to propely flow down the beasts gullet. And more and more were materializing from all around the Siren, who drew more life from the ground underneath his feet, funneling it into his unholy symbiote of a instrument. The tones changed and the snakes vibrated and exploded into shard of ice that dug in best they could in the god-wolfs skin and eyes. Ever shifting, the Siren refused to let up. More power, more anger, more sorrow, more vile hatred. Every ounce he had, everything this wolf stood for, everything it meant to the Ice bitchs plans, all of it thrown back at the Fenrir with interest.
”GABRIEL” He called out to the angel as the rest of the brilliant godkilling squad were unleashing hell on the wolf. ”Ride the wave!” Henry hoped gabriel would understand once Henry did his thing. let himself get carried up by the unatural winds and raging powers that this holy circle could lend him as he allowed himself a moment of absolute serenity. He closed his eyes and called forth every single debt he had ever been owed. His mind reached to the realms of fae, touched every river he ever helped free from pollution and vile spirits. He called in everything he had ever had, waiting for thad to throw the spear. And it was a mighty toss from Thad, Henry would have to commend the man on it should they survive. The snakes unlodged themselves from the wolf and entvined around the spear, like a rocket boosting its spead tenfold and warping the air around it to create a wave of magic nature. Every single emotion the infernal tool had soaked up, interwoven to a macabre tapestry of energy and ancient magic...
A sensation he had not felt in over a year swept over him. His glamor lost, his white haired flowed with invisible winds as he seemed to grow in size and muscle again. He had no close surface source of water here, but this was still far more north then he had been in ages and he drew upon the rivers that ran underneath the earth. His eyes, icy cold and filled with unatural calm seemed to flare into bright beacons of power as the violin in his hand bite down onto his wrist. Red teeth of twisted wood sank into his skin like some twisted mockery of vampirsism and he felt the blood flow. It was sucked into the creature that masqueraded as violinist wet dream and when the siren touched its neck with what might aswell be a blade, the music sang out loud.
It wasn't his usual pleasant tones, the sound was a furies wrath, the valkeries scream, a harpys song and the rivers own fury. Fire and brimstone met a child of natures gifts and the unholy alliance of powers wrapped and mated in a cacophony of pure rage. Black and red snakes were shaped out of blood and the airs very humidity and the infernal, unholy serpants crashed against the fenrir, Gripping at it s jaws and prying them open for that spear to propely flow down the beasts gullet. And more and more were materializing from all around the Siren, who drew more life from the ground underneath his feet, funneling it into his unholy symbiote of a instrument. The tones changed and the snakes vibrated and exploded into shard of ice that dug in best they could in the god-wolfs skin and eyes. Ever shifting, the Siren refused to let up. More power, more anger, more sorrow, more vile hatred. Every ounce he had, everything this wolf stood for, everything it meant to the Ice bitchs plans, all of it thrown back at the Fenrir with interest.
”GABRIEL” He called out to the angel as the rest of the brilliant godkilling squad were unleashing hell on the wolf. ”Ride the wave!” Henry hoped gabriel would understand once Henry did his thing. let himself get carried up by the unatural winds and raging powers that this holy circle could lend him as he allowed himself a moment of absolute serenity. He closed his eyes and called forth every single debt he had ever been owed. His mind reached to the realms of fae, touched every river he ever helped free from pollution and vile spirits. He called in everything he had ever had, waiting for thad to throw the spear. And it was a mighty toss from Thad, Henry would have to commend the man on it should they survive. The snakes unlodged themselves from the wolf and entvined around the spear, like a rocket boosting its spead tenfold and warping the air around it to create a wave of magic nature. Every single emotion the infernal tool had soaked up, interwoven to a macabre tapestry of energy and ancient magic...
Welp, I am lagging behind. A thusan apologies. This rp and is darn buststs of brilliant activity. Working on a post!
Edit; I posted a little something, having henry follow up on what Thad said to him and Gabe.
Edit; I posted a little something, having henry follow up on what Thad said to him and Gabe.
I was merely joking around. It wasn't anything serius! I'm sorry if it came out wrong. No offence or poking at anyone intented. I was merely having fun with Henrys constant need to talk.
lol. everyone not giving a single shit about henrys words. Poor bastard.
”A way to kill fenrir, the god wolf?” Henry leaned onto the rock still. His eyes downcast in silent contemplationn.
”There is always ways to kill things, even the gods themselves Atticus. They just take unwavering resolve, total disrespects for life itself and a death wish.” His voice didn't waver, it was flat, toneless and utterly serious. He seemed deep in thought, racking his brain for possible solutions.He thought back to every lecture he had taken on the subject of Norse myth. On every discussion with the fae back home. It all came back to Ragnarok. It all came back to how they killed beast in the stories. It was always Odins son, using his mighty spear. Always a savage battle to death. He could only see Aislinns face, no he saw someone else. A a gorgeous pale and black haired woman slowly withering away in his arms. He saw those eyes again, flickering and slowly draining before becoming empty black orbs void of life. He made his decision then.
”The spear of Odins Son...Víðarr..” He spoke up, mainly to himself still but growing a bit more animated. ”Fenrir is not unkillable. He powerful yes, terribly so. He is meant to kill Odin himself. His hide is impenetrable almost, able to withstand most if not all attackers. But he is but a beast, even if a terrible and ferocious one. He opens his maws eagerly for the right bait. And if we can pierce the beasts heart as it's jaws are apart, it will die. Preferably with a spear made out cold iron, blessed silver and.. This is the tricky bit.. Yggdrasil wood.” He shrugged on the last part and glanced down on the infernal tool in his hand. ”Cold iron is the easy ingredient. Any good smith with knowledge of fey has a weapon made out of it. I know a few are listed under our care at the company.” He mused the list of names in his mind before shaking his head.
” Blessed silver needs someone in tune.. with the divine.” He looks to the angel as he says it. ”The wood... I do not know any source of it. My connections in the north are all but dead. I have not heard words from them in ages. I think it's the Ladys doing. But safe to say we would need to trespass deep into ice bitch territory to get a hold of it.” He bit his lip at the thought. ”I.. have a way to mask our presence for a while.” He held up the bloodthirsty violin. ”The violin we took from that Faustian demon years ago Atticus. It mask my magic, taints my blood for long enough for her to loose the trail I leave. Right now, its the only thing that keeps her from just lock onto me like a gps tracker. But I cannot keep using it forever.”
The siren sighed and strode to a place more centered, so that he could grab everyone attention. His glamor was not effect, but he knew how to address a crowd.”Let's make something awfully clear old friends and new allies alike. This is war.” He had a grim look on his face as he stared into his friends eyes.
”If they released Fenrir, that means every single card is in place for Ylva. We stand before a army. Not desperate vampires heading the call of a arrogant, vampiric demi-god. While Ylva is not even half as powerful in person as Demicia was she is closer to her plans reaching fruition . Imagine if Demicia had actually had all the pieces and enough time to start her crusade.. That's essentially what we are dealing with in terms of scale. ”
”But Ylva is also sickeningly methodical, manipulative and intelligent. She knows her new pets have killed their target and have been appeased. She has killed the one who knew her plans and had ties that could have proven troublesome.” Again Henry paused. He had to actually take a deep breath, try and pace himself.
” Her power lies in her incredible influence over others. We will face Redcaps, Harpys, shape shifters, Sirens, Draugir and gods knows what else. We are gonna need help Atticus. I mean every single favor you and I are owed kind of help. We need to cause panic on a global scale to throw her off our trail. We need to stretch her forces thin. Becouse she is smart she will try to pick her battles but she is also petty. Anger her enough and she will take the bait. If I use the curse she put on my blood since last year, she will come. But then there isn't a single place on earth safe for me until she is dead” He clasped his hands together as sign of resignation.
“Whatever method we find that can kill Fenrir, be it spear, bullet or spell, still has us deal with Ylvas interference. The moment she understands our plans we are in deep, and trust me when a I say: she will figure them out. When that happens she will throw everything in our path. That's when it time to shed our every sense of humanity or fair play. Our enemies aren't all evil, many of them are controlled by Ylva, pressed into service. But mercy will get us killed. A single moment of hesitation and we are all dead. Humans, fae, demon, vampire. It doesn't matter, the moment they face us, we kill them. We cannot allow Ylva and her petwolf to dictate the pace. I hesitated once,and she took everything from me.” Henrys voice was almost a whisper at the last words. A suddens change in his body language. Almost if he was shaking with some unseen force. He took a deep breath again, letting it all sink in while trying to calm down. His eyes met Atticus for a last time. There was determination and a rather uncharacteristic rage in his voice when he spoke next..
“And Atticus. I will kill her.. If it so cost me my life. I promised Sandra that when she died in my arm, and now I promised Hoyle. When that time comes, do not try to stop me.” With that he sat back and waited for the backlash.
”There is always ways to kill things, even the gods themselves Atticus. They just take unwavering resolve, total disrespects for life itself and a death wish.” His voice didn't waver, it was flat, toneless and utterly serious. He seemed deep in thought, racking his brain for possible solutions.He thought back to every lecture he had taken on the subject of Norse myth. On every discussion with the fae back home. It all came back to Ragnarok. It all came back to how they killed beast in the stories. It was always Odins son, using his mighty spear. Always a savage battle to death. He could only see Aislinns face, no he saw someone else. A a gorgeous pale and black haired woman slowly withering away in his arms. He saw those eyes again, flickering and slowly draining before becoming empty black orbs void of life. He made his decision then.
”The spear of Odins Son...Víðarr..” He spoke up, mainly to himself still but growing a bit more animated. ”Fenrir is not unkillable. He powerful yes, terribly so. He is meant to kill Odin himself. His hide is impenetrable almost, able to withstand most if not all attackers. But he is but a beast, even if a terrible and ferocious one. He opens his maws eagerly for the right bait. And if we can pierce the beasts heart as it's jaws are apart, it will die. Preferably with a spear made out cold iron, blessed silver and.. This is the tricky bit.. Yggdrasil wood.” He shrugged on the last part and glanced down on the infernal tool in his hand. ”Cold iron is the easy ingredient. Any good smith with knowledge of fey has a weapon made out of it. I know a few are listed under our care at the company.” He mused the list of names in his mind before shaking his head.
” Blessed silver needs someone in tune.. with the divine.” He looks to the angel as he says it. ”The wood... I do not know any source of it. My connections in the north are all but dead. I have not heard words from them in ages. I think it's the Ladys doing. But safe to say we would need to trespass deep into ice bitch territory to get a hold of it.” He bit his lip at the thought. ”I.. have a way to mask our presence for a while.” He held up the bloodthirsty violin. ”The violin we took from that Faustian demon years ago Atticus. It mask my magic, taints my blood for long enough for her to loose the trail I leave. Right now, its the only thing that keeps her from just lock onto me like a gps tracker. But I cannot keep using it forever.”
The siren sighed and strode to a place more centered, so that he could grab everyone attention. His glamor was not effect, but he knew how to address a crowd.”Let's make something awfully clear old friends and new allies alike. This is war.” He had a grim look on his face as he stared into his friends eyes.
”If they released Fenrir, that means every single card is in place for Ylva. We stand before a army. Not desperate vampires heading the call of a arrogant, vampiric demi-god. While Ylva is not even half as powerful in person as Demicia was she is closer to her plans reaching fruition . Imagine if Demicia had actually had all the pieces and enough time to start her crusade.. That's essentially what we are dealing with in terms of scale. ”
”But Ylva is also sickeningly methodical, manipulative and intelligent. She knows her new pets have killed their target and have been appeased. She has killed the one who knew her plans and had ties that could have proven troublesome.” Again Henry paused. He had to actually take a deep breath, try and pace himself.
” Her power lies in her incredible influence over others. We will face Redcaps, Harpys, shape shifters, Sirens, Draugir and gods knows what else. We are gonna need help Atticus. I mean every single favor you and I are owed kind of help. We need to cause panic on a global scale to throw her off our trail. We need to stretch her forces thin. Becouse she is smart she will try to pick her battles but she is also petty. Anger her enough and she will take the bait. If I use the curse she put on my blood since last year, she will come. But then there isn't a single place on earth safe for me until she is dead” He clasped his hands together as sign of resignation.
“Whatever method we find that can kill Fenrir, be it spear, bullet or spell, still has us deal with Ylvas interference. The moment she understands our plans we are in deep, and trust me when a I say: she will figure them out. When that happens she will throw everything in our path. That's when it time to shed our every sense of humanity or fair play. Our enemies aren't all evil, many of them are controlled by Ylva, pressed into service. But mercy will get us killed. A single moment of hesitation and we are all dead. Humans, fae, demon, vampire. It doesn't matter, the moment they face us, we kill them. We cannot allow Ylva and her petwolf to dictate the pace. I hesitated once,and she took everything from me.” Henrys voice was almost a whisper at the last words. A suddens change in his body language. Almost if he was shaking with some unseen force. He took a deep breath again, letting it all sink in while trying to calm down. His eyes met Atticus for a last time. There was determination and a rather uncharacteristic rage in his voice when he spoke next..
“And Atticus. I will kill her.. If it so cost me my life. I promised Sandra that when she died in my arm, and now I promised Hoyle. When that time comes, do not try to stop me.” With that he sat back and waited for the backlash.
Post soon up. Henry has lots to say!
Feel free to find less intricate ways to kill the godwolf! I was just going with the Ragnarök prophecy.
Feel free to find less intricate ways to kill the godwolf! I was just going with the Ragnarök prophecy.
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