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Whispers has a minion!
Ventisca the Heladion
Ventisca the Heladion
Whispers
Legacy Name: Whispers
The
Glacier KumosOwner:
SundanceAge: 17 years, 7 months, 1 week
Born: September 17th, 2006
Adopted: 17 years, 7 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)
Adopted: September 17th, 2006 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 8
- Strength: 20
- Defense: 18
- Speed: 15
- Health: 18
- HP: 18/18
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
The Kumos watches you from behind these frozen walls. They are made of ice but you can see that they are unbreakable, infinitely cold and enduring - never melting, indomitable. They surround her in an unforgiving and inescapable embrace. Yet pity her as you might, there is a calmness settled in the slight contours her face (albeit overshadowed by a menacing mistrust) which cannot be immediately accounted for. Should you say something? Could she understand you?
As if she can read your mind (oh, how cliche!), she steps closer, her eyes intent, watchful; they never once leave your face. She touches her nose with great care to the wall of ice that separates you from her. Pulling away, you can see she has left behind a small circle of blue. A sudden high-pitch whistling comes from the place where her nose has been, and you feel the faintest of drafts billow up to meet you. You feel changed - perhaps almost enlightened.
"What are you doing in my palace?" The voice is soft, sweeping, a brush of wind should it be heard rather than felt; it rises and falls like a gale in the ocean. You notice her eyes blinking from behind her frozen prison and they appear to be as cold as the rest of her - dark blue and frigid, frightening but also frightened. Before you can reply, she speaks again.
"Silly humans," she breathes, holding her muzzle close to the blue patch so that - you assume - she can speak through the ice. "Always meddling with nature. Always wanting to harness what cannot be tamed." It is a strange comment - stranger, even, than the notion of a talking Kumos. She pauses with furious might and you dare not interrupt.
"Sit," she continues in that dry melancholy, every word accompanied by a puff of white air through the miniscule hole in the ice. It is cold, the floor is probably damp, but you do as ordered without question. Something about her, even with the protection of the frozen wall between you, makes you wary of disobeying. The oddly coloured Kumos mirrors your movements, resting on her haunches with rigid grace and temperamental authority. When she is settled, she begins again.
"Do you see those trinkets behind me?" she asks wryly, waiting for you to look; she continues, however, to stare ahead without a backwards glance. You look: true to her word, suspended several feet above her in the translucent grip of the ice, are twelve distinct objects. Each item is unique in nature and appearance, some rather large and some quite miniscule; you find yourself reaching out to them, craving to know more about their origin and use. The Kumos smiles delicately, but says no more.
A necklace carved from a blue-white but unknown mineral which offers a constant and gentle glow; a charm attached to a soft chain which pulses with a pallid light; a dagger, hastily cleaned and well-worn; a cluster of snowflakes, suspended impossibly in a state devoid of time; a bauble engraved with intricate memories; a shard of crystal plucked from a foe; a jagged crown of tall and imposing menace; a key engraved with an ancient script and decorated with a frozen rose; a frozen flower, encased and preserved but no longer living; a tear cast away in remorse and lament; a sword of immense strength, hidden in the ice to remove the temptation of power from the weak-willed; and finally, a ring, the smallest of the collection: shaped in the essence of a snowflake, it alone captures the mind and eye of the unsuspecting and draws them through the ice.
Yes, that Kumos - the creature so cold and distant and cruel, was once of another world: but she was weak, tempted too easily by the spell of riches and the promise of power; she fell through the ice wall and was trapped, unable to sleep, unable to die, until she could find an unwitting sacrifice to take her place. Now she stands as a siren, lulling those of her own loathsome nature to their doom.
Do you take the chance? Could you risk everything, including your mortality, to take her crown, her sword, her ring? The choice is yours; choose wisely.
As if she can read your mind (oh, how cliche!), she steps closer, her eyes intent, watchful; they never once leave your face. She touches her nose with great care to the wall of ice that separates you from her. Pulling away, you can see she has left behind a small circle of blue. A sudden high-pitch whistling comes from the place where her nose has been, and you feel the faintest of drafts billow up to meet you. You feel changed - perhaps almost enlightened.
"What are you doing in my palace?" The voice is soft, sweeping, a brush of wind should it be heard rather than felt; it rises and falls like a gale in the ocean. You notice her eyes blinking from behind her frozen prison and they appear to be as cold as the rest of her - dark blue and frigid, frightening but also frightened. Before you can reply, she speaks again.
"Silly humans," she breathes, holding her muzzle close to the blue patch so that - you assume - she can speak through the ice. "Always meddling with nature. Always wanting to harness what cannot be tamed." It is a strange comment - stranger, even, than the notion of a talking Kumos. She pauses with furious might and you dare not interrupt.
"Sit," she continues in that dry melancholy, every word accompanied by a puff of white air through the miniscule hole in the ice. It is cold, the floor is probably damp, but you do as ordered without question. Something about her, even with the protection of the frozen wall between you, makes you wary of disobeying. The oddly coloured Kumos mirrors your movements, resting on her haunches with rigid grace and temperamental authority. When she is settled, she begins again.
"Do you see those trinkets behind me?" she asks wryly, waiting for you to look; she continues, however, to stare ahead without a backwards glance. You look: true to her word, suspended several feet above her in the translucent grip of the ice, are twelve distinct objects. Each item is unique in nature and appearance, some rather large and some quite miniscule; you find yourself reaching out to them, craving to know more about their origin and use. The Kumos smiles delicately, but says no more.
A necklace carved from a blue-white but unknown mineral which offers a constant and gentle glow; a charm attached to a soft chain which pulses with a pallid light; a dagger, hastily cleaned and well-worn; a cluster of snowflakes, suspended impossibly in a state devoid of time; a bauble engraved with intricate memories; a shard of crystal plucked from a foe; a jagged crown of tall and imposing menace; a key engraved with an ancient script and decorated with a frozen rose; a frozen flower, encased and preserved but no longer living; a tear cast away in remorse and lament; a sword of immense strength, hidden in the ice to remove the temptation of power from the weak-willed; and finally, a ring, the smallest of the collection: shaped in the essence of a snowflake, it alone captures the mind and eye of the unsuspecting and draws them through the ice.
Yes, that Kumos - the creature so cold and distant and cruel, was once of another world: but she was weak, tempted too easily by the spell of riches and the promise of power; she fell through the ice wall and was trapped, unable to sleep, unable to die, until she could find an unwitting sacrifice to take her place. Now she stands as a siren, lulling those of her own loathsome nature to their doom.
Do you take the chance? Could you risk everything, including your mortality, to take her crown, her sword, her ring? The choice is yours; choose wisely.
Pet Treasure
Icy Touch Necklace
Fierce Ice Blade
Ice Defense Tear Crystal
Ice Encased Narcissus
Frozen Rose Key
Snow Queen Crown
Snow Fairy Wings
Snow Trinket
Snowfall
Snow Queen Dagger
Snow Queen Necklace
Snow Queen Ring