[flashback] White trouble

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This northernmost city is the home of Morwen, The Goddess of Winter, and her followers who dwell year round in a land of frozen wonder. [Lore]

[flashback] White trouble

Postby Coren on November 10th, 2011, 9:10 pm

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Coren was restraining his giggles as he was carefully digging holes in the snow fort some of the other kids made. Carefully trying to undermine as much of the rather fragile snow-structure without
trying to let it fall down right now. He was planning to silently run over and kick it down when those other kids where playing in 'their' little snowfort, ha! He would let those iceglaze shykes
see what would happen if you spitted in coren's face just when he ask to play with them. And was calling him a blizzard of bad luck for the people around him really necessary! He did all those things on purpose, and it wasn't his fault if those people couldn't handle a prank or two played on them! He let out another grumble as he tapped his gnosis and caused a small portion a snow corner to melt away. He carefully got up, trying not to disturb the rather unstable looking snowfort and made a beeline for the treeline only a few meters away, diving behind one of the tree's and patiently waiting till those 4 shykes got back.
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[flashback] White trouble

Postby Syllke Skyglow on November 23rd, 2011, 7:56 pm


The older boys were finally gone. Syllke had waited and waited, and finally taken himself off in search of lunch. Earlier, he had offered to help build the massive fort. But of course he had been rebuffed. Without an older brother to give him an entrée to the older kids’ games, Syllke often found himself being told to get lost, despite his rather charming personality. That asset seemed to work better on the girls, but who wanted to play with dolls and pretend to be married? The older boys were sometimes tolerant of the younger ones playing alongside of them, and sometimes not. Today, with a major snow ball war being planned, the building of the fort seemed to call for greater expertise than the seven year old Syllke seemed to offer. They wouldn’t even let him add to their stock of ammunition.

But now, with a full belly and the joy of seeing no-one else about, Syllke dove for the structure, wiggling inside quickly in case anyone should be looking. It wasn’t likely – the fort was a bit removed from the high traffic area around the hold, tucked away behind a snow bank and close to the trees. Grinning, Syllke crawled in further, marveling at the extensive fortifications and the several short tunnels that provided emergency exits, in the case of a successful full frontal assault. Almost in the dead center, as he crawled towards one of these, his hip brushed the supporting column of hard packed snow. With a whooomph!, the entire roof of the fort collapsed, burying him under at least three feet of heavy, wet snow.

It felt like one of the icewatch bears was laying on top of him. His face was caught in an awkward twist as he had just been turning to see what that noise was. Snow caked into one nostril, the other was still clear. But he couldn’t move. The heavy snow had immobilized him, pinning down his arms and legs under him. He could just wiggle his fingers and toes, but that was about it. He couldn’t even get them to his mouth to dig a small hole for whatever air he might be able to access. With a tumbling sensation of doom like a rock in his stomach, Syllke realized that he was trapped – and no-one even knew he was there.
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[flashback] White trouble

Postby Coren on December 1st, 2011, 9:16 pm

Coren chuckled evily as he kept watch over the fortress turned snowly trap with an almost manic grin on his young face as he waited for the three other kids to come back. He couldn't wait for his prank to come to fruition and to see those jerks getting showered in a bunch of snow and see the look on their faces as their hard work fell appart. Coren's nice train of thought was interruppted as a young looking girl suddenly popped out from nowhere and dove inside the structure he just had sabotages. Leaving coren wide-eyed in shock as he saw his little prank get into danger. Before his eyes widenend even more in horror as the entire structure fell down on the little kid that was inside. With no doubt trapping the kid underneath it. His young mind took a few seconds to realise the danger she was in before he darted out of his hiding place towards the heap of snow that used to be a magnificent snow fort. Intent of trying to dig the little girl out of the heap before she suffocated underneath the weight of the snow.

“Hey you okay in there?” Coren yelled out in a panic as he began shoveling away snow as fast as he could, tapping into the gnosis mark morwen had given him and he tried to melt as much snow as he could, trying to make it easier to scoop away the snow stacked on top of the kid. “Hey say something.” Coren once again said, panic easily audible in his voice. “Lemme know where you are under there!” Coren said as he continued to dig.
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