Post by Wil Frozendagger on Dec 22, 2020 22:21:42 GMT
"Wil, where are we going?!"
"You'll see."
The scowl never left the boy's face as he gathered his scant few belongings, almost flinging his fluid companion off of his shoulder as he swung the door of the Seashank open. The salty air that would make a normal man's nose curl hit him but didn't seem to affect him at all as he strode heavy, purposeful steps. He tended to be cold anyway, but right now his gaze could freeze a man solid.
"You know, I've changed so much over the years that I had forgotten that it was never about who I am but who I'm supposed to be. What I'm supposed to be. When I learnt that my siblings were truly gone I took on the scars of my ancestors because that's what I was supposed to do but I never really acknowledged what that meant until now."
"Wil, I know you've been upset of late, but-"
"But nothing!" Wil barked into the misty fog. "I have every right. I thought all my family had disappeared but I know that they're out there now and it is my responsibility to bring them back! You see, that's what I forgot. My ancestors all did great deeds because they were defending our people. It's about time I stepped up to the plate."
Wil came to a sudden stop at the local blacksmith's in Port Ffirst, pausing to take in the familiar scent of smoke and iron. Memories of a home lost came and left but he quickly shook them off. He had business.
"I have an order under the name of Mystigon." Wil announced as he marched in.
"Well there's a name I haven't heard in ages." the forgemaster muttered grimly. "Let's see, wrought iron half plate, rustproof with emblazoned emblem, shield and a sabre. Ah yes, I remember now." The man scurried off into the workshop and came out with a crate.
"You're awfully late picking this up."
"Things happened." Wil shrugged as he placed a bag of gold in his hands before making his exit.
"Who's Mystigon?" the Water Guardian inquired. Wil hummed to himself as he formulated an answer, striding towards the beach as he did so.
"Not quite a friend and not quite a mentor either." Wil finally managed. "Just a guy with a lot of time on his hands who wanted to teach me how to fight. He helped me a lot. He even offered to help break my contract."
"You mean you could be free from the aboleth?"
"And be stuck with an angel instead? Have you even met me? Even if I was angel material now, by the time I get to whoever's holding my family prisoner I certainly won't be."
As the pair reached the shore, Wil dropped the crate and began to lift the individual pieces of armour out of it, strapping them to himself as Mystigon had taught him all those months ago. As he fit the dark pieces of metal to himself, he lifted the largest piece, the breastplate, and admired the single blue dagger that adorned it.
"Because I am a Frozendagger before anything else and people respect us. That might be because we earn people's trust with our honour but it's also because we're the maddest, baddest motherfuckers to have ever walked on this world! There's nothing, and I mean nothing we won't do for family, so everyone else can take that holier-than-thou bullshit and get away from me cos I don't want it."
Dark clouds were forming over the ocean, and Wil's gaze hardened further as he looked out across the roiling waves.
"I always thought I needed to do as the others did. All friendly, all diplomatic. But I'm done with that. The kids gloves are coming off. I'm not going to sit and have tea and play that stupid fey fuck's games while he sits there with my granddad's memories, no! Between my wand and my drum, I can read his mind, I can make him tell the truth and if he wants things to get ugly, they'll be fucking hideous!"
"Wil, you are above this-"
"NO I'M NOT!" Wil roared, the scream psychically reverberating in their minds. "Whatever it is, I have been in it since the day I was born! I was in it the day my father turned up dead outside our door when I was nine years old and I wanted to run out on the streets with a kitchen knife to stick the fuckers who did it! I have been in it for each and every person I have killed since getting here! I will never not be in it! So don't you tell me who I am or what I should do because I already know! I am the Ocean's Devil and I am destruction and fury, and anyone standing in the way of me and my family will never see the light of day, this I swear with my life!"
He roared a deafening roar as his magic pulsed outwards from him, freezing the ground around him as his war cry resonated in the cold winter air.
"You'll see."
The scowl never left the boy's face as he gathered his scant few belongings, almost flinging his fluid companion off of his shoulder as he swung the door of the Seashank open. The salty air that would make a normal man's nose curl hit him but didn't seem to affect him at all as he strode heavy, purposeful steps. He tended to be cold anyway, but right now his gaze could freeze a man solid.
"You know, I've changed so much over the years that I had forgotten that it was never about who I am but who I'm supposed to be. What I'm supposed to be. When I learnt that my siblings were truly gone I took on the scars of my ancestors because that's what I was supposed to do but I never really acknowledged what that meant until now."
"Wil, I know you've been upset of late, but-"
"But nothing!" Wil barked into the misty fog. "I have every right. I thought all my family had disappeared but I know that they're out there now and it is my responsibility to bring them back! You see, that's what I forgot. My ancestors all did great deeds because they were defending our people. It's about time I stepped up to the plate."
Wil came to a sudden stop at the local blacksmith's in Port Ffirst, pausing to take in the familiar scent of smoke and iron. Memories of a home lost came and left but he quickly shook them off. He had business.
"I have an order under the name of Mystigon." Wil announced as he marched in.
"Well there's a name I haven't heard in ages." the forgemaster muttered grimly. "Let's see, wrought iron half plate, rustproof with emblazoned emblem, shield and a sabre. Ah yes, I remember now." The man scurried off into the workshop and came out with a crate.
"You're awfully late picking this up."
"Things happened." Wil shrugged as he placed a bag of gold in his hands before making his exit.
"Who's Mystigon?" the Water Guardian inquired. Wil hummed to himself as he formulated an answer, striding towards the beach as he did so.
"Not quite a friend and not quite a mentor either." Wil finally managed. "Just a guy with a lot of time on his hands who wanted to teach me how to fight. He helped me a lot. He even offered to help break my contract."
"You mean you could be free from the aboleth?"
"And be stuck with an angel instead? Have you even met me? Even if I was angel material now, by the time I get to whoever's holding my family prisoner I certainly won't be."
As the pair reached the shore, Wil dropped the crate and began to lift the individual pieces of armour out of it, strapping them to himself as Mystigon had taught him all those months ago. As he fit the dark pieces of metal to himself, he lifted the largest piece, the breastplate, and admired the single blue dagger that adorned it.
"Because I am a Frozendagger before anything else and people respect us. That might be because we earn people's trust with our honour but it's also because we're the maddest, baddest motherfuckers to have ever walked on this world! There's nothing, and I mean nothing we won't do for family, so everyone else can take that holier-than-thou bullshit and get away from me cos I don't want it."
Dark clouds were forming over the ocean, and Wil's gaze hardened further as he looked out across the roiling waves.
"I always thought I needed to do as the others did. All friendly, all diplomatic. But I'm done with that. The kids gloves are coming off. I'm not going to sit and have tea and play that stupid fey fuck's games while he sits there with my granddad's memories, no! Between my wand and my drum, I can read his mind, I can make him tell the truth and if he wants things to get ugly, they'll be fucking hideous!"
"Wil, you are above this-"
"NO I'M NOT!" Wil roared, the scream psychically reverberating in their minds. "Whatever it is, I have been in it since the day I was born! I was in it the day my father turned up dead outside our door when I was nine years old and I wanted to run out on the streets with a kitchen knife to stick the fuckers who did it! I have been in it for each and every person I have killed since getting here! I will never not be in it! So don't you tell me who I am or what I should do because I already know! I am the Ocean's Devil and I am destruction and fury, and anyone standing in the way of me and my family will never see the light of day, this I swear with my life!"
He roared a deafening roar as his magic pulsed outwards from him, freezing the ground around him as his war cry resonated in the cold winter air.