Hellis

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Well the water spirit thing was before everyone started socializing. I figured atleast a hour could have plausibly past.

Edit: No matter. I made a minscule adjustment. It now says "Less then a hour"

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With all that was oing on. The siren found himself looking trough all his old notes. Every single piece of information he had on the Lady. Her patterns, her minions, her possible allies and her origins. Luckily, London Office had a library the size of a small nation from the feel of it. Tomes upon thick books and staples of paper. Henry worked tirelessly while the others discussed,, played or otherwise tried to cope. His initial plan to relax and help Daisy move past her cloudy mood had been thwarted as he had been briefly called away. It did help him focus however, those cold blue eye sof his scanning document after document now. A sirens lack of need for both food and proper sleep was his foremost ally here, the fact that he could research in peace for hours had helped him many times before. Still, the fact that he had just killed a fellow water spirit less then an hour earlier was playing tricks on his mind. Conflict drew the worse out people, and in his case the facade of humanity he cared for so much seemed to crack piece by piece. But the flickering memory of a face so beutyfull and serene kept appearing in his time of doubt. He was working to avenge that woman, his woman. And he'd be damned if her sacrifice would be wasted on him turning into a another inhuman, cold spirit.

“First documented in modern times in northern Finland, unaccompanied and considered harmless lower fey.” Henry muttered to himself as he found some notes with a old grainy photo. There were seemingly more then a few sightings over the years. Just tidbits from the Scandinavian branch, nobody appears to have paid her to much mind. She was certainly good at keeping low profile. Henry took a swig of the brandy he had kidnapped from the bar and leaned back. Next to him was a large board with every single associate and possible location he knew of nailed to it. He stared at it, trying to make sense of things. For a creature that ruined his life twice over, Henry knew distressingly little about her true nature and her real goals. Well aside from one thing; Ragnarök. He stared at the grainy photo before putting it in the middle of the web of connections. The werewolves were connected to her, she had aquired Sirens of her own and she already had all the nasty creatures at her beck and call before. But how strong had she grown now, how far did her reach go?

Little by little, he pieced it together. Nyxxies had meant she had wrangled the river Rhen into her grasp, corrupted its inhabitants. Jenny Greenteeth was likely part of her network before as well. She was everywhere. She was observing them, and now she had the muscle of the Lupus. “By the river... What exactly do you have in mind you crazy bitch.” He muttered and began to weave together what possible reason she might have to not just use her full force. And that is when he realized, the werewolves were expandable, she must want to weaken them. She could not possibly want to share the Fenris with them. She simply used the wolf god to aquire cheap muscle on a scale she has never had.

Henry suddenly flinched, as if shot. A sudden insight hit him. He stood up straight. “Oh no.” He shook with the sudden realization. “She was waiting for us to gather” He stared around and bolted towards the door, running down “She is just working a grander scale then before.” He all but kicked the door into the hall were most of them were. And saw, to his great suprise, a angel. To the siren it was like staring into the sun for a brief moment. There was a reason that the New Faith tended to work best on nature spirits like himself. He blinked and then collected himself. Looking about he saw Atticus embracing his petite vampiric lover. He saw Daisy, once more looking gloomy and pissed. And from the looks of it, he knew why. She never did enjoy undead. He located the old werewolf lady and walked to join her.

“I don't believe we ever formally met before, Vargmoder.” He smiled at her, all manners and respect for a being older and more powerfull then him. Atlease she had been in her prime. “I am Henry. The woman who aids your enemies is my sworn enemy.” He took a deep breath- “I believe I am starting to understand her tactics. She is planning a war. Not just a little skirmish, full on brutal conflict. ” He said, voice somewhat low, serius. There was no doubt he wanted her to listen to every word he spoke.

“Like I warned Mr Hoyle before, she is a being incapble of emotion other then Sadistic Delight. She will drag this whole world into ruin just to gain any sort of advantage. But it appears she is to smart to use her own resources.”He paused and looked around. “No, she is to smart to weaken herself before whatever plan she has is completed. This is not the Demecia with her blind bloodlust and wish for genocide. Ylva will wait a eon if she has to. ” He chewed his lower lip. “She will want to weaken all sides before cleaning up the last herself. It's how she operates. And Ragnarök is perfect to clean the slate and rebuild the world in her favor. And I won't rule out her sending her new lap dogs to attack us directly. Although I hope they have not found a way to pass our defenses just yet.”

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Douche gods.;-;

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Oh good god that is alot of text. My post will be up tommorow. I need to catch up properly.

lots of LOVELY text by the way.

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expect henry post by tommorow, gods willing.

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BACK FROM THE FOREST! Oh man, I am covered in cuts, bruises, burns and god knows where half of it comes from.

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I will be gone camping/larping untill sunday next week!

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I'll take any excuse to gorge myself :D

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Posted.

:D Henry IS a terribly cold being when he wants to. But he knows where home is.

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Upon arriving back 'home', and after sharing some quips with Atticus. Henry had vacated the premises. He had to do it before Veti and the others returned or he would not be given the chance. Besides, a part of him wanted nothing to do with the scene. It would only serve to remind him of his own loss all those years ago. And right now, he needed a clear mind.

Themsen was close, and that meant he needed to speak to some of its denizens. He needed information, a leg up in this terrible and increasingly dire situation. As he passed Cornelius he simply waved at the living rubber ducky before ducking out into the night. He didn't tell anyone, Atticus would like know either way and the Siren wasn't needed at the moment. This was calculated and logical progression based upon what had turned into completely rational fear. Ragnarök was looming, like a sharp knife made pendelum over their heads. The devestating, Norse equivalent of Armageddon. The awkening of the wolf, Fenris and the emergence of the great serpent; Jugumandir or as he calls it “Midgårds Ormen”. There was so many questions; Why now? How could the Lupus Naturue be so incredibly foolish as to deal with the Lady of Ice, how were they going to achieve this. While the others prepared to greet the returned Max, for he had no doubt they would succeed, Henry stood at the edge of the river. He sighed, took a deep breath and dived into it.

The currents were strong, but they avoided him, pushed around him as to not obstruct him. He swam until he found a large rock that jutted up like a angry, broken tooth in the water. Sitting on the edge he produced his violin. This was not the black and white, elegant affair of a instrument that he had used a year ago. This one was red like a devils hide, its neck had a mouth full of teeth that at the moment he started playing, bit down onto his wrist. He could not use his powers without care, or the Lady would no doubt swoop down on him in a instant. Gods only knew what kind of power she had accrued the past years. So demonic magic had to taint his for a moment, work as a mask. The music was strange and warped, yet the magic of his talents still could the spirits nearby to him. And there she stood once more. A hag in green. Only she was young, gorgous and not at all the dried up husk she had been before.

“You are a brave man, or a foolish one.” She spoke, voice all haughty. Her body language was nothing but desire, one didn't have to strain themselves to guess that she had traded his blood for restoration of her power and glory. So incredibly vapid and petty. Henry felt disgust rise up his very being. And seeing the result of his sacrifice made him snap, something flipped. If this was all he had been worth to the fellow spirit, well he was not going hold back.

“I am both. And I am something else hag.” He said as he put the violin to his shoulder. His eyes cold as the glaciers that once encapsuled this planet. His tone remarkably harsh and unpleasant for once.

“What little broken nack, would that be.” Jenny taunted back at him. Showing that row of green, shining teeth. Like a million tiny needles they distorted her visage to one of terror and death. She didn't fear him, he could tell. Normally, henry would be fighting a uphill battle. But not tonight, he had a secret weapon against the hag. Henry didn't flinch when the demonic violin bit down at his wrist and drank from his blood. It surged with power, and the Siren seemingly lit up like a bonfire with malevolent, angry magic of darkest kind. A human using it, would find a demon or worse waiting for them. But a being like Henry could use it freely, a effect the maker surely had not considered. A potent tool indeed.

“I am angry. And I am vengefull.” Henry said, his voice a angry, crushing river in comparison to the gentle tones his friends favored. And as the first tone of music sang out from the infernal instrument, Jenny suddenly realized she was in danger. She began to weave magic of her own but to late. The magic of the Näck and his terrible violin wrapped around the throat of Jenny in a second, her eyes shot up wide. She struggled and flailed, for even if she had been restored, and was in her own realm of power. The magic attacking her was not Fey. It was demonic, the violin catching her completely by surprise. Henry had seen Atticus completely bypass the Sirens in the cave with his demonic charm and It had given him the realization that he did indeed have a ace or two up his sleeve.

“I'm sending a message to all that call the Lady their queen. I am done running and I will spare no one.” He spoke before the song ended, and Jenny fell to her knees a bloody mess. Eyes rolled back into her skull her newfound power left her body in a instant as she turned into putrid water, and like a true river spirit, Henry soaked it up from the water around him. As Henry left the river, he felt somewhat cathartic. It was a scary feeling, taking solace in the slaughter of a another being. But at least he could tell himself that she deserved it. With his dirty deed done, a slight avenged and with a sense of newfound purpose, he returned to the others.

They were back. Max was there. Then Thad finally decided to break the shackles that was the 'Mask' of Max and he took Veti with her like they were newly weds. Henry liked Thad a whole lot more then Max, he would like to discuss with the boy in length later. But for now, he steered his steps away from them, towards atticus. He made no attempt to hide the marks the violin had left on his wrist. Angry teeth marks in red against his pale complexion.

“I apologice for my brief absence. But I had business to handle.” He spoke with a smile that was both genuine and happy. Catharsis indeed. “Later, I will have to speak to you, but I see you have..” He glanced at Siya with a grin. “I see you have some personal make ou- I mean make up time to take care off. Just don't break any beds. Cornelius will be furius” He laughed and passed them. He steered his feet towards Daisy, not breaking his stride. He stopped, pondered for a second then produced a dog treat for the 'little' dog.

“Why the long face Daisy. You have removed the most stubborn of zits from the face of death.” He said, clearly reffering to Max. His eyes were bright, he himself was obnoxiusly pleased with himself from the look of it. “I know a whole bunch of terrible movies, where they keep the best booze and have some stories and drinks to share from my time in Brazil.” He grinned at her, his voice that pleasant calming tone.

“How about we indulge in some bad taste and bitch about the others.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I know you want to.”