To All:

It was a cold and blustery day in the thriving city of Lómëdor and a chilly wind swept through the winding allies as merry customers and eager traders progressed with their daily antics. Christmas eve was a time for last minute shoppers to buy gifts for their loved ones in a hurry, without too many questions asked, but also a time for festive fun such as playful snowball fights by the market place and creating snowmen and snow angels with glee. Alas, happy times are fleeting. A mood will shortly unfold.

Jack Frost, a gargantuan ice elemental with a lust for power and a taste for suffering. He was around the height of a 3 storey building, literally a walking block of ice. His legs and feet were large slabs ending in sharp, spear-like toes and his arms were like shimmering pillars of ice which rocked two and fro as he marched up to the gates of the city. Jack had no true meaning of existence except to wreck havoc and destruction and to disrupt and destroy Christmas for all on Arda. Revenge? No, a mere pleasure of the pain of others. The elemental smiled gleefully as he thought of the misery he would cause today, not to mention how many lives he might end and/or ruin!

His glowing blue eyes sparkled and frowned as he stopped in front of the city gate. His eyes had a shine only because they were made of ice, not because he was magical or mysterious in anyway. Jack didn't know any spells whatsoever, he was just a brute beast who's only method of attack was his arms and legs (and sometimes his icy teeth - Shard-like crystals which dangled from a tomb of frost which was his mouth). He raised an arm angrily and hammered it down onto the gate crumbling it into dust in mere moments. The guards on duty leapt out of the way just in time, but were then shortly engulfed by a cloud of smoke and debris mixed with ice particles and glistening snow which had fallen or broken off of Jack's arm. With that completed, he stormed into the city and onwards.

Civilians screamed and ran in the opposite direction to the Ice Elemental, or back to their homes whilst military members of Lómëdor took arms and shakily guarded their territory. Although Jack Frost was vastly outnumbered he wasn't in a sense; His sheer bulk and physical power made sure he was the authoritative figure in this unwilling battleground. With a mere kicking stomp, the guards had either scrambled trying to spare their lives or been squashed trying to be the hero and standing up for the city. With every death, Jack's eyes grew stronger and in turn did his confidence. As far as he was concerned, he'd already won!

OOC To All:

Feel free to defend Lómëdor in any way you wish, or to aid Jack in his attack! A few notes however, Jack Frost should be treated how other characters are treated. This means that you cannot determine the outcomes of your attacks on him, the DM will say how effective they are. This is mainly to prevent him from being killed off too quickly. Of course, he is a lot stronger than most characters so you are allowed to be a lot more... generous with your spells! Have fun, and good luck!

Oh, this is what Jack Frost looks like (Picture found and suggested by Zenith/Alba)
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Zenith Meria, the Arch Angel of Life, was resting in the city of Lómëdor during the Christmas Holidays, as some called it. He was sitting at a table within one of the Bars of Lómëdor. His white cloak covering the Golden Resplendent Armour benieth it. Even though Zenith was taking a break he still had his armour and weapons with him, after all you could never be to sure of what would happen, even during the Holidays. Under the cloak of Zenith was as said the full Resplendent set, including the cape. The Resplendent Tower was fixed onto the back of the armour for it to be easy to carry.

Hanging at the left side of the angels waist was his Resplendent Countering Longsword, strapped the left leg of Zeniths armour was a dagger made from a fallen tooth of Ita the Goddess of Chaos. Although these were not the main weapons of this mighty angel. Within their holsters under his shield, but still with easy access to draw them in battle, were a Holy Blade known as Salvation, and a Blade of Balance known as Judgement. Yes these were the two main weapons of this angel, along the vast amount of spells held within Zeniths mind. After having his training from the Goddess of Life, and her Gaurdian of Holiness it was clear to many in Arda that Zenith had earned his power. Of course the angel only killed those of pure evil, those of such darkness or chaos that could not be converted from their ways and follow Holiness.

The angel then suddently heard a loud crashing sound for outside of the bar. This sound made the angel quickly rise from his seat to look out onto the city. Of course what he seen was far beyond what the angel had expect to be seeing. A large and very powerfull looking Ice Elemental was within the city and the gaurds seemed to be all they could to save the people of Lómëdor. The angel had to do something, and fast! He looked over to a stand within the Bar and said only two words, those words being, "Heru come!" A large purple bird that had been resting on the stand flew over to Zenith and landed gracefully onto the shoulder of the Angel. The purple bird was infact one of the lengendary Anima that were seen within Arda, and it seemed to be an ally to Zenith Meria.

The angel then made his exit out of the bar and looked in the direction this elemental was headed for. Zenith then removed his long white cloak now showing his armour in all its golden glory. Since the angel was wearing the full set of Armour it was all linked together leaving no gaps anywhere within this spectacular armour. With the Ice Elemental, who Zenith for now did not know the name of, drawing closer the angel then smirked a little from below his helm and sent Heru off into the air once more. With the Anima now off of the angels shoulder Zenith formed a fireball, about one foor in diameter, in each hand and awaited for this beast to draw closer.

Seeing Jack Frost crush a few of the gaurds filled Zenith with more rage, but he had to wait for the perfect moment to strike. Once the Ice elemental was close enough the angel beat his wings against the air to rise up thus being almost the height of the Jack Frost. Zenith then threw the two fireballs within his hands towards the Elemental, although thanks to another spell the Arch Angel of Life had learned over his training each fireball split into three thus sending a total of six large fireballs towards the form of the beast before him.

As each blast drew closer to Jack Frost, the Arch Angel used the power of his Armours gauntlets to summon his Holy Blade, Salvation, and his Blade of Balance, Judgement, into his hands. Zenith was now ready to battle fully. The angel then said, "If you want to cause destruction within this land, then the gaurds are not your only enemy to deal with! Lets see how you manage against me foul beast!" Even if the fireballs failed the angel had many other spells and battle skills within him. This battle to save Lómëdor had only just started and Zenith was going to use all the power within him to make sure this Ice Elementals path of destruction ended on this day!

Some might consider it to be inappropraite, others socially faux pas. There was a chance that, being seen in public as such, one could be clapped in irons and thrown in jail for the night, or beaten, robbed and left for dead. Some could say that being in such a state so early in the day implied that one had a problem of sorts, and needed to seek coucil, or perhaps find God.

Rask, on the other hand, thought getting this plastered was a blast.

Without grace or conscious Rask staggered out of the Wilwarin Inn and Pub and into the cold day. His eyes slammed firmly shut against the light pounding down from the sky, and he gripped the freshly opened bottle of Mazzer's Brew, having finished two bottles of rum already. The chilled day shocked the part-Gaurim to the bone, and he grit his teeth, covering his eyes with one arm to keep the painful light away.

It was then the pounding started.

"O'c'mon!" He pleaded, hoping whatever God it was that presided over massive headaches would let up and show mercy to his suffering soul. Apparently drinking your way out of a hangover wasn't as chocked up as it ought to be. The noise, the constant smashing, almost like the sound of a gate being smashed in and six fireballs soaring through the ai-

So when he set out this morning, Rask didn't exactly expect (persay) to run into a giant Frost Elemental. Let alone one fighting with an Arch Angel. An Arch Angel throwing fireballs. Rask stood, slack jawed, tongue lolling out of his mouth, and dropping a wee bit. He stood stock still. Well, almost, if one ignored his arm faithfully raising the bottle of Mazzer's Brew for a long pull. The liqour burned on its way down, and Sidewinder grimaced, both in appreciation and in pain. The large ice creature kicked through a band of guards, wounding some, killing the rest, and as far as the one called Sidewinder was concerned enough was enough.

"Hey! You! Wish'ta face! 'N't'ice'n'shtuff! Why doncha pu- pe-" Rask took another pull off of old faithful and belched loudly. "Dontcha'pick on shomeone elshe!" He yelled, staggering forward, full of liquid courage.

Well, three parts liquid courage, one part stupidity.

Shaken and served, in this case, over ice.

Zenith:

By revealing your rich armour and your obvious connection with the element of life and holiness, you have been noticed by many in the streets. Guards are now feeling more secure with an archangel watching over them and are keeping their ground to fight. Some civilians have spotted you too, but you aren't enough of a distraction to stop most of them from running away! However, one undesirable character has spotted you whilst he lurks in the shadows, a shifty and unpleasant Drow called Fayppe. Although you haven't noticed him yet, he's noticed you. Particularly your pretty and rare bird who would probably fetch quite a nice some of money in the poacher market...

Rask:

Your drunken attitude and brainless threats have made you stand out more than any other creature to Jack Frost, mainly due to your comicality and sheer guts. The elemental doesn't like either of those personality traits and he feels almost challenged by you! Although he is a little occupied with avoiding some nasty fireballs, he'll be sure to come back and see to it you are dead when he gets his next opportunity. Run and Hide.

To All:

A golden gleam of brilliant colour blinded him just for a moment, as an arch angel stepped forth and revealed his glistening Resplendent set. It seems that there is finally an opponent worthy of his presence, as these pitiful guards they sent to stop him are insulting to the elemental's power! Jack snarled down at the arch angel and starting thumping through the street towards it. All of a sudden, six fireballs lurched forth and sped towards the elemental's icy ribs! Having little time to react and even less time to move to stop himself getting hit, his mind raced as of what to do next.

Too late, a fireball hit him square on the chest and another hit his shoulder. He could feel the searing heat melting into his skin and could feel the trickle of water running down his arm. He screeched an airy breath of fury in the air and swung his hand at the third fireball, smothering the impact of it in his clenched fist. The other three fireballs were seconds away from his neck and torso, so Jack breathed out a misty hail of ice from his mouth sending icy shards and wavy snow down onto the fireball (and a couple of guards who were standing by the monster's feet). The flames extinguished and Jack smiled evilly, showing an array of icicles rocking in his mouth.

His clenched fist raised in the air, then swung down with as much momentum as possible onto the ground. The hand itself was not in range of anyone, but the aim of the attack was not to crush or squash anything. The fist sunk into the earth, denting and destroying the rock path he was standing on. A quick pulse of energy swept through the floor, creating a shock-wave almost like a tremor in the city of Lómëdor. It shook the buildings and toppled a few off their feet. A drunkard was staggering forth blabbering some insults towards Jack. Either the shock wave hadn't reached the man or he was simply too drunk to feel it. The ice elemental let rip a devastating laugh, tossing his head back and raising his arms in a sinister fashion. This place deserved everything which was coming to it!

In the tavern, hoping to enjoy the fine relaxing atmosphere that was Lómëdor, was young Shinobi, Ryu. He was simply looking for a place to relax, unwind, and maybe have some food and drink. He had stayed the night in the finest Inn and Pub he could find, life could not have been any more relaxed. Awaking early, as his custom usually had him do, he left his suit and weapons in his room. Despite the blatant desire for a relaxing vacation, the young warrior was always with weapon, even now he had a knife on his person. Descendiing the staircase that led from room to pub, Ryu sat down at a table and soon enough was waited and his order placed. Ryu kicked back and put his arms across his head, stretching the muscles in his back as he did. There was a man drinking heavily at the bar and Ryu contemplated the reasoning for what the commonfolk called 'getting trashed'. From what the Ninja saw, all it did was make you slower, stupider and throw your coordination off. Not to say it did not look like they were having fun, but Ryu enjoyed having his wits. The drunkard was leaving as Ryu's food and water was being brought out, he was about to start in on it when there was a very loud disturbance from outside. 'How can somebody leave a bar drunk, for five seconds and cause such a noise?' Ryu thought, clearly under the impression that the drunk had been the source. But then there was roaring and shouting and Ryu's syes went wide. Bolting to his feet, knocking his chair over in the process, he dashed up the stairs and to his room to where his weapons lay in wait, nearly turning over the table in his departure. As soon as he got to his room, he pulled on his black suit, silver armor platings distinguishable. He belted his Master Katana, The Dragon Sword, to his waist, grabbed his shuriken and kunai, all of them, and even his bow and piercing arrows, not bothering with the standard ones. As he started out his door, he grabbed his nunchaku off of a nearby desk and deposited them into the proper pocket on the inside of his custom suit, just in case. As he stepped out of his room he lept, practically flew down the stairs and dashed out of the Wilwarin.

The scene oustide his him like a sharp jab to the gut. A massive Ice Elemental was ravaging the city. The drunk was ready to brawl with it, and an Archangel, who looked sort of familiar to Ryu was already engaging it, sending a barrage of Fireballs at it, some hitting, some being deflected by an Ice attack the beast had countered with. Ryu felt it was his turn now. Aiming his bow, he nocked a piercing arrow, and crept closer. The beast ought to be distracted enough by the Archangel and the drunk for just enough. Once he was in range, Ryu pulled back the arrow and aimed according to his bow's arc. As he let go, Ryu watched the arrow fly towards the face of the Ice creature. Unaware of just how hard the ice was, Ryu was determined to find out, one way or the other. At the very least, the arrow ought to serve as yet another distraction.