LUCY! i'm home, sorta

[Feroc]

A cold bleak wind wipped everywhere, but regardless, a solitary figure was moving. His dark blue claok flying out behind him in the strong head wind, his plate boots cracking the ice underneath his feet. But inspite of this Arthas felt alive. He hadn't come to this place in close to a century, he definatly should of come more though. He had such power here! it was ice, ice and more ice. HE loved it. As much as his dark twisted mind could love anything.

He decided something then, if he was going to start infulencing the world again didn't he need a base of operations? A place he could retreat too?, hell even Feroc, lord of the hunt could always fall back to Siliv if he needed to. So decided he created a large plateu of ice ice to erupt suddenly in the dead center of the desolate plain, conincidently it was exactly where the south pole was. He crafted a single widing stair way around its perimeter, every so ofter inposing gaurds in the form of animated statues of ice. On top of the rise he crated a vast fortree, its walls and towers streaming with creatures of ice, from snow tigers and polar bears, to frost wyrms and the few souls desperate enough to still worship the lord of ice.

Satisfied with his domain, he sent out a call to others to challenge his new fortress, to try and breach its walls, not unlike how a company would tell hackers to try to hack its network, to make improvments, Arthas had the same thing in mind.

[Farain]

Comemian was, not unsurprisingly, hungry. Unfortunately, he'd just tried to eat through a wall of Arthas' castle. His tongue, therefore, was sticking rather painfully to the ice. He pushed against the freezing wall, smelling the delicious polar bears and various monstrous cold weather creatures.

Instead, his pudgy hands froze to the ice as well.

This would probably be a good time for someone to help him solve his problem rationally. Since he was frozen, he should probably melt himself free, yes? But the thing is, ice at those sorts of temperatures is so cold that it feels hot. Therefore, cooling his mouth down seemed the way to go. He tried to freeze the ice off his tongue.

You can imagine how well that worked out for him, I'm sure.

[Tyme]

Zana was in the form of a white fox. Of course, her fur had a slight purple sheen, but that was only visible to the immortals. To all the other animals she seemed like a queer blue-eyed fox. She let out a short bark as she watched the ice tower, her furry ears swiveling at the sound of creaking ice. She let out a slight rasping whine as she watched a giant immortal freeze his tongue, and then his hands onto the ice sculpture. Comemian. Who else would be dumb enough to freeze their tongue on further onto the ice? She hadn't run into the demi-god of food or something along those lines, in quite a while now.

Zana licked her paws clean before setting off at a nice clip to watch Comemian freeze his whole body to the ice. It seemed highly probable, seeing as he had just gotten his tongue frozen even more onto the ice. Besides, there wasn't much she could do. She was a demi-goddess of love, and the sea goddess's child at that. She'd always thought it queer that mortals seemed to associate flames with love, even those that worshiped her dearly. Love was like the ocean. There were rolling soft waves at times, but horrendously large waves at others. The couple in question was merely a small boat, bobbing up and down in the water of the fates.

"How idd you get yourself stuck?" she asked tauntingly, placing herself on a staircase above Comemian's head. This would be a rare opportunity to taunt the demi-god openly. The rest of the time she had a slight fear that Comemian would chop off half her arm and she would have to go ask Grangia to heal it. The white fox lay comfortably on the ice, staring down at the head in front of her.