They said, “Lord, look, here are two swords.” And He said to them, “It is enough.”—-Luke 22:38
The 10th Mountain Division patch displays crossed bayonets in the form of a Roman numeral 10. I can’t help but think of the scripture above and pray for the intercession of St. Andrew, as these bayonets form St. Andrew’s Cross; my new Cross to pick up and follow Jesus. Fort Drum! Here I come! Climb to Glory!
Powerful and cunning, like his parents before him. Archelaos is a monster of a man, and he’s proud of it. He sees himself as an evil individual, and is seeking out other evil individuals to help him and themselves climb to power and glory together. He was once a well-known Inquisitor of the Scarlet Crusade, and while he still has the cruelty and the skills, that is a life he has left behind.
He has been known to take on apprentices, and has several. Currently he is seeking out strong, capable, and/or easily manipulated individuals to convert him to his way of life. He is, however, perfectly capable of making friends outside of this agenda.
In-game name: Archelaos
Co-GM of Shadowbrand Acquisitions, not open to changing guilds.
Life is tough, but so is she. For most of her life, Rolance has been dealt bad cards. She was born the little sister of a man that would eventually be come to be known as The Black Admiral of the Scourge. She has recently found herself afflicted with the curse of Vampirism after a trip to Stormheim went south. Right now, she is adjusting to her new life, one which has found her with many of her former friends and allies abandoning her. After reconnecting with her brother and officially joining the Ebon Blade, she has taken to the seas once more on his fleet and is proving her gratitude to those who took her in by aiding the fight against the Burning Legion.
In-game name: Umbramancer
OOCly in the guild Shadowbrand Acquisitions, not opposed to joining another guild should plot demand it.
He is judgment day in silver armor. Some time ago, JJ left his home in Moonbrook to go to Stormwind City. He found the city filled with dangers, and worse, found himself victim to them. Now he is free, however. Now he is angry. Now he is vengeful, and filled with a divine wrath to make the world itself quake… At least once he gets trained, that is. He has dedicated himself to the Holy Light, more specifically to culling the wicked from the world in an attempt to protect the weak and innocent. Shunning users of shadow, fel, and other dark magic, JJ is looking for like-minded individuals to further his own agendas and pick up skills to aid on his mission.
In-game name: Luxmancer
OOCly in the guild Shadowbrand Acquisitions. Not opposed to joining other guilds should plot demand it.
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Finally, in what felt like hours, Kristoff heard the door creak open to his left. His head snapped immediately in the direction and his eyes found Anna standing in the doorway, her usual magenta cloak wrapped tightly around her. There was a sudden sinking feeling in his heart. She’s cold! Kristoff hated to see her shivering, or chilled in the slightest bit. He ached when he remembered how freezing cold her skin was when she was struck in the chest by Elsa’s uncontrollable power several months before. He remembered racing through the tundra of sunken ships and powerful winds like his life depended on it. He remembered seeing Anna across the way, wilted and freezing and crawling closer to death. Her beautiful hair powder white. The aching swelled at the thought of her nearly fatal transformation into solid ice.
“Come over here by the fire, Anna,” he insisted, holding his ungloved hand out toward her.
“Uh, in a minute,” she said clutching the cape even tighter, bracing herself.
“Is everything okay? You’ve been acting kinda weird since we got here,” he stated, concern peppered in his voice.
Anna took a tiny step forward, fixing her brilliant blue eyes on his. Her mind was running wild with anticipation. Her hands were slightly sweaty and trembling. She stood lost in thought for a long moment, wondering if this was right and if she should continue on. Kristoff watched her face click back and forth between confused and troubled, to determined and hard.
Worry slowly began to prick at him with her stubborn silence.
The strawberry redhead shut her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. To hell with it, she said to herself. And without another word from her buzzing brain, she pulled the strings of her vibrant cloak loose and felt the silky material fall off her freckled shoulders and brush against her legs. It landed in a small purple puddle around her bare feet.
It took half a second for Kristoff to register what he was looking at. His mouth fell open, his eyes widened with surprise and his breath hitched in his chest. There, in his warm little cabin, stood the princess of Arendelle left clad in nothing but a sheer green bra set against dark green ribbons that laced up the front with pretty little white lace trim on the cups, and a pair of matching white panties. Her copper hair had been shaken loose from their usual braids and rippled down her back and shoulders. She was absolutely radiant. Her bold gesture left him stunned and caught him way off guard, but in the best way possible. He didn’t know whether to gape and catch flies or rush over to her, rip off the last little bit she had on and take her then and there. Sadly, he seemed to be glued to the damn chair, shock stiffening him down to the bone (and other places).
Kristoff had often fantasized about Anna naked and writhing beneath him, lost in total ecstasy. But he hadn’t expected anything like that to happen for a long time. Not until they were married, at least. Their seldom brushes with intimacy were very short lived and whenever they were together in the palace they’re contact had to be controlled and, of course, quite chaste. But something lit a fire in Anna that night. Her eyes burned with desire and lust. She’d spent so many dark nights alone in her room, dreaming about being held and kissed and touched intimately by someone. And, not to her surprise, her daydreams starred Kristoff in all his ice hacking, mountain climbing, manly glory.