Polaris
”I remember Bergecrest saying that you would throw a bucket of ice water on me if I didn’t get up in a timely matter. I never thought you would follow through with that.” Wrensthav said, while wringing out his still dripping trenchcoat. It took him thirty minutes just to get dry enough to take on a physical form. Polaris was glad that she took that into consideration. Things were simpler when she was unable to create a Persona. Nemarsis usually made sure there was some other female companion to keep Wrensthav from creating gratuitous amount of collateral damage.
”Who’s fault is it that you stayed past darkest hour talking with pretty elf lady? I have tried waking you up other ways before, this is the most consistent and effective means. So, either learn to wake-up by normal means, or start loving your surprise cold shower.” Polaris retorted back. She let out a sigh. ”I don’t want to see you become the ‘Grim Taker’ in this place like all the others where we are simply returning items that are overdue for a rest. When was the last time you were here anyhow?”
Wrensthav wrung his gloves through his hood one last time before hitting it with a stream of warm air. He continued to heat dry the fabric on the way to the meeting ground. It always smelled strongly of tropics whenever he used vapor powers. She honestly loved the smell but reminded herself that she would have to warn him about that later. When he was satisfied with the state of the cloak he answered her question.
”Several centuries back from what I gathered. I don’t remember if there was a depiction of me that time around. Hopefully any records have rotted away or are buried somewhere...”
A rippling of power washed over them shortly after. Power with malicious intent. Much like a God of War’s.
”Shit, I’d rather our sponsor be part of the living when we start our journey. Ready to actually get moving?” Wrenthav turned to me a wide grin on his face for a change. Grabbing my hand we whisked off to the source of the power ripple.
A few leaps and bounds later and we arrived at the scene. we landed with a clatter of a dozen metal and leather sheaths. Sadly this is one of the few things that keep Wrensthav from being a more stealthy character. Normally I would hand the ten or so items that he would not be needing, but since we must both be evaluated we had to bring everyone with us. much to our surprise we saw that The elven lady and the loud blond barbarian where currently dueling.
" Which one is the aura coming from? Its hard to tell since they are so close." I whispered to Wrensthav.
"I believe the mace is the source and the fellow is acting as the medium for the power. Much like when Grindnotomb is in the hands of the Luminos kin. I must say she is holding out well for someone fighting a character that has a gods' blessing backing them up. There is little refinement in the berserkers' movement sadly."
We decided to stand and watch the spectacle until a winner was decided.