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Monster Name: Frost Wraith
LOCATION: Glace Valley - Mouth of the Frost Dragon
TAGS: Voider Voider - Darin | Gadg8eer Gadg8eer - Gadg8eer | RavenSong - Joanne

The lands of Glace Valley are said to be the most brutal of the region, with winds often blasting down the side of the mountain cliffs at speed of 50 miles per hour. The air feels as though tiny slivers of glass are embedding themselves into any bare skin exposed and ones lungs can over find it difficult to take in this air. However, that is all just talk, as the lands up north are harsh, but bearable. There are villages that reside in these mountainous lands, small and spread wide but alive regardless. The caves hidden in these lands are also well known, often times being a massive wind tunnel of frigid air that is rushing down from the tops of mountains. Covered in think layers of ice and often times sprouting nodules of magical crystals, deep blue in color and humming with energy. It was in one such cave that the band of adventurers would find themselves at, the largest cave in the northern lands, the Mouth of the Frost Dragon.

It had taken several days to reach the meeting point listed on the advertisement, resulting in the few adventurers brave enough to end up with frosted red skin and a chill in their bones that would las a week. But before them was a site to behold to someone unfamiliar to the area, standing before a large, gaping hole into a mountain with ice thick on its walls and jagged pillars of ice at its entrance. Once inside, the temperature seemed to warm compared to outside, though still quite harsh on the skin. Traveling deeper, the party would find that a faint blue glow continued to emit from the walls of the cave, making it seem like day had followed them inside. Several hushed whispers and gusts of wind later and the party arrived at a crudely made wooden entry carved into the wall of the cave. A sign read 'Do Not Disturb' but before anyone could question it, the door swung open and a large burly man stepped out quite quickly.

"Ah! You've arrived! I was getting worried something might have happened."

The man laughed and stepped aside, ushering everyone into the surprisingly warm nook he had sealed off. It was quite a cozy area the man had set up, having furnished it with a few tables, some chairs, and several shelves filled with books and vials of all sorts of colors. The man shut the door behind the group and chuckled again, dusting off his forearms from the frost that quickly set on his arm hair.

"Come, sit anywhere there is a seat available. We have a lot to discuss before the season changes, because once it warms the beasts form will change."

The man sat down at one of the tables and smiled warmly at the party, waiting for them to find their way to their seats. He knew the group would have questions or even be thrown off with how fast he ushered them into his abode. So being patient while they found their bearings trumped his eagerness to get the job done.

 
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Gadg8eer
Spoken Languages: Common
Literate Languages: Common

Surprisingly, one of the adventurers seemed exceptionally unique. Only problem was, though no one else knew it, that he couldn't speak Terran. He couldn't read Terran either, but at least his goggles were able to translate Terran into Common, which more closely resembled English (though Common seemed peppered with calques and loan words that didn't fit into the world he knew). So far, everyone and everything he'd encountered after wandering into a village he'd seen while falling from the sky hadn't understood a word of what he said to them.

If what "[God]" said was true, and fiction wasn't just fake, he strongly suspected that his life before the previous day could have been some ironic punishment by a pair of siblings with a superiority complex who decided they didn't like reincarnation and that it was the turn of a self-proclaimed 'God of Play' to find out what that was like. Not that he actually believed in reincarnation or that somehow he was ever special enough to be a reincarnation of anyone remotely important. It was more of a sneaking suspicion than based on anything concrete, but he'd learned not to trust fear of the unknown.

He hoped the language barrier could be solved, or he'd followed the others out here for nothing. At least they caught on that he knew why they were out here and had him to carry some of their lighter gear for them. Unfortunately, they assumed he was mute, rather than deducing he didn't know how to speak any of this world's native tongues.
 
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Darin

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Equipped Titles: [Beast], [Adept Marksman], [Sentry], [Ryken Adventurer F], [Marsh Marching]

Mentions: Daddy Dream Daddy Dream , Gadg8eer Gadg8eer

"Common" "<Beastial>"

Darin clutched his coat tighter to himself, as another gust of freezing cold wind blew through the surrounding air. It was times like these that he resented the reptilian body he had in this life, with scales that absorbed the surrounding heat—or in this case, the lack of it. Stopping his trudge through the ice and snow for a moment, Darin spared a glance at how the others were faring. He'd given a professional greeting to each of them upon meeting, but through the days of the trip, he would have mostly kept just to needed communication unless someone else started conversation first. While Darin's gait had lost some energy throughout the journey, anyone who looked closely would see that his eyes never stopped observing the icy landscape around them.

With a sigh that produced a visible breath in the cold air, Darin habitually gripped the strap of the musket hanging on his shoulder, and continued onwards. He hoped their hirer had a good reason for the initial meeting to take place all the way out here.

...

Darin gazed up at the massive, icy cave that was carved straight into the mountain. While the trip did not have him in a good mood, he could not deny the awe inspiring sight. "Hmph, quite beautiful." He muttered aloud; his words were praising, although they conflicted with the flat tone of voice he used to say it. With increased caution, Darin joined the others in entering the cavern.

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"Do Not Disturb"

Before Darin had a chance to fully process the sign's words and form a proper emotion in response, his eyes snapped towards the door as it opened, a large man welcoming them in. Glad for the chance at some kind of warmth, he waited for the others to file in, before quickly entering himself. Unslinging his musket, he held it in one hand as he sat down, it's muzzle pointed upwards and wooden stock resting on the floor.

"I presume you're Mr. Tomashi, yes? I am Darin, and it is a pleasure to finally meet you." Readjusting himself in the chair, his tail shifting to the side to be more comfortable, Darin waited for the rest of them to introduce themselves to the man as well. "Before we get to business matters, I cannot help but ask, Mr. Tomashi, as to why your location for meeting is here? I can think of a plausibility or two, but I would like to hear your own reasoning." Darin's tone was polite, and his general expression neutral, but a questioning stare made it clear he wanted an answer.
 

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