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The Draugr War Beckons [Convergence]

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#1Goji 

The Draugr War Beckons [Convergence] Empty Wed Nov 20, 2024 8:51 am

Goji
Goji had never been one to shy away from a call to arms. His heart beat in time with the thrum of battle, and as much as he didn't mind the brief moments of peace he carved out for himself, the thrill of combat was something he couldn’t deny. The Draugr were unlike anything he’d faced before, abominations of the dead that would test every ounce of strength in his body. This war would not be won by strategy alone—it would be decided by raw, unyielding force.

Lumikki's summons had come with an unspoken understanding: for this fight, strength in comradery and numbers was everything. That’s why Goji had answered the call. He had left Orchidia behind and embarked on the long trek to Fjallgard. If there was one thing he had come to know, it was that they needed to prepare, and well, to face a challenge like this. And with a city as renowned for its skill and resourcefulness under her thumb, there were no doubts in his mind that such wheels were already in motion.

As he arrived at the base of the mountain, Goji could feel the weight of the moment. Such a bold city of stone, its towering walls and sturdy architecture speaking to the might of the dwarven people who called it home. It wasn’t necessarily a place of luxury or comfort, it was a place forged for war. The dwarves had long been masters of crafting weapons and armor, and now, with the coming of the Draugr, they would arm those willing to fight with tools forged not just in metal, but in ancient magic. The weapons would be enchanted, imbued with runes that would give their wielders power beyond what they had ever known.

When the time came to choose a rune, Goji didn’t hesitate. Uruz. The rune of strength. For him, there was no other choice. He wasn’t a man of subtlety or intricate strategies. He was a warrior who relied on sheer might, and the Uruz rune would magnify that power, making him even more of a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. His muscle, his charge, everything to do with his brute power would be heightened, giving him the strength to crush any enemy that dared stand before him.

He had seen the other runes, each offering different powers: intellect, speed, resilience but none of them called to him the way Uruz did. Goji was a warrior who lived for the fight, and the thought of gaining even more strength, becoming even more unstoppable in the heat of battle, was irresistible.

The dwarves had already begun their work everywhere, the sounds of hammers striking anvils echoed through the air. Weapons were being forged, armor was being shaped, and the runes were being inscribed with care. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation as he watched the craftsmen work despite the dire circumstances waiting just outside. This was where warriors were made, where strength was forged into something more than just muscle and bone. The Hrútr clan had not only built a city, they had built an army, one ready to fight and to win.

Admiring for a moment the freshly fused tattoo-like sigils that glowed lightly from the back of each of his palms. The feeling of the runes pulsing within his veins emboldening him, a steady thrum of power that seemed to hum with life in his hands. The Uruz rune, etched into each, was a silent promise of strength, raw and unrelenting. He could feel it coursing through him now, the magic already beginning to make its mark on his body. His muscles tightened, his senses sharpened, and a familiar rush of adrenaline coursed through his entire being. He was ready.

As he stepped out from the gates of the city's borders, the cold mountain air biting at his skin, Goji's eyes narrowed toward the horizon. The battlefield awaited him, the cries of the fallen already carried on the wind. He could sense the Draugr out there, an endless tide of undead ready to swarm. But he would meet them head-on, with the kind of strength that only the Uruz rune could bestow. The infusion in his hands wasn’t just a boon; it was a symbol of his resolve. A battering ram built to smash through whatever stood in his way.

Then, as his boots hit the snow-covered ground, a familiar presence brushed against his senses. A presence he knew all too well—one of a friend, a comrade. Someone who had fought beside him before, and someone who would again. Goji’s lips curled into a rare grin, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon for a glimpse of them.

The battlefield would be hard and unforgiving, but with the imp at his side, perhaps it would be a more interesting experience than expected. The thought of facing the Draugr alone was never something Goji feared, but the idea of fighting alongside someone who knew him, who understood his drive, that was something different.

With one final breath, Goji stepped forward into the fray, the power of the Uruz rune surging through him. The war was about to begin, and with Altuo by his side, Goji couldn’t help himself. “Figured you’d show up,” he called over his shoulder. “Don’t go getting in my way now, wouldn’t want to have to drag your sorry ass out of the fight.”

His words dripping with that familiar cocky confidence. Goji was always ready for a fight, but there was something about the idea of taking on the undead with Altuo by his side that made it all the more exciting. “Try not to get yourself killed, alright? I’ll be too busy crushing these Draugr to save you.”

He hefted his balled fists with a satisfied grunt, eager to get started, knowing full well that Altuo wouldn’t back down from a challenge. "So, whoever downs the most buys drinks later if we survive?"

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#2Altuo Dorian 

The Draugr War Beckons [Convergence] Empty Thu Nov 21, 2024 12:46 pm

Altuo Dorian
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Tempered Arma
The cold wind knifed through the mountain pass, a merciless force that left frostbitten echoes in its wake. Nearby Altuo advanced steadily, each step carving fleeting imprints in the snow, only to be erased by the relentless winds. The air itself seemed to thrum with a dreadful sense of anticipation. A heavy tension that pressed down upon the mountains like a shroud. Even as distant clashes of steel and guttural cries reverberated through the pass, the daemonic elf's demeanor remained unshaken. Every movement was deliberate, his mind honed to a razor’s edge, cutting through distractions like the icy gales swirling around him.

The mingling scents of blood and cold iron soon reached his senses, repulsive and unmistakable. It was the all too familiar stench of battle, a brutal reality that never failed to stir something deeper within him, whether for better or worse. Yet, Altuo viewed the chaos not with dread, but with a kind of calculated detachment. The symphony of war was one he understood profoundly, not through brute force, but through intellect and precision. He wielded the power of his mind as deftly as a swordsman his blade, and the Ansuz rune infused into his skin hummed with latent energy. Their influence amplifying his focus until every breath felt charged with a renewed vigor.

Through the snowstorm emerged the first Draugr, its decayed form shambling into view with unnerving persistence. Its lifeless eyes fixated on its prey. Altuo, however, spared it only a brief glance in return. His attention flickering instead to Goji, who was already prepared to plunge headlong into the fray. The man's towering frame more than capable of cutting a path through the enemy ranks with reckless abandon. There was a fierce poetry to Goji’s dedication, a raw and unrelenting energy that complemented Altuo’s own measured approach. Where Goji tore through foes like a tempest, Altuo moved like a gust of wind, subtle yet equally devastating.

The battlefield unfolded before him as if orchestrated by some unseen hand. Each Draugr’s lurch, every shuffle through the snow, became a thread in a vastly unraveling tapestry of conflict. The tactician's sharp mind parsing these movements efficiently, finding patterns of weakness amidst the chaos. With a fluid motion, he extended a hand, a faint glow radiating from his palm. Three concentric amber circles flared into existence: one at his fingertips, the others hovering both above and below the enemy cluster. Sparks of similar colored light coalesced within the sigils before cascading downward in a glittering rain of razor-sharp glass shards.

The devastation was immediate and ruthless. The Draugr caught within the maelstrom faltering as their decayed forms were torn asunder by the crystalline deluge. Proud of his handiwork, Altuo allowed himself a fleeting moment of satisfaction before shifting his focus to a new threat. Another Draugr emerging from the storm, its grotesque visage locked onto him with single-minded objective. Its approach was meager but relentless, its bony fingers curling with a sickening creak.

Altuo raised an arm once more, the movement graceful and almost unhurried. As if this act required little effort on his part. A circle of intricate amber magic symbols flared into being above his hand, sparking with nascent energy. Within moments, the glow solidified into a weapon. A tempered glass dagger, sleek and sharp. The weapon shimmered in the pale light, its crystalline form as beautiful as it was lethal.

Gripping the blade with a practiced ease the mage stepped forward, his strike straight and true. The Draugr left with little time to react in kind as the weapon cleaved through its midsection with surgical exactness. Its body collapsing into the snow with one last piercing shriek as the blade in Altuo’s hand dissolved into a fine mist of dust upon impact, its purpose fulfilled. Despite the storm of combat around him, Altuo was doing well so far but the fight was far from over.“Seems I’ve already gotten a head start. Catch up if you can,” he called out, his voice carrying effortlessly through the din.“Better be ready to dip into that pocket of yours.”
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