1 1000 Years in the Past…
The icy winds were sweeping the battlefield. Clinging and clashing of swords, spears, and arrows raged upon the frozen landscape.
Unorganized discharges of flame, dirt, and smoke dotted the grounds as the ships from the Fire Realm bombarded the enemy.
This battle would be later know as the Fall of Gwinfell; the Frost Kings Castle. The castle was surrounded by a frozen wall of ice and rock nearly 4 stories tall and more than 10ft thick. What made this wall nearly impenetrable was the magic coursing through its mineral veins, reinforcing its strength to that of tens of times stronger than the toughest ores on Ubi.
On the battlefield spearhead unit of beings from the other realms powered through leaving a trail of destruction in its path with no enemy left unscathed.
The unit had sieged the walls of the city and stormed the castle grounds of the Frost King as their progress did not slow down even with gatekeepers blocking their way.
After a few hours of battle and progressing through the hallways and chambers of the fortress the group came to a room covered in ice. Pillars lining the walls with torches alight along each supportive structure. The misty breath escaped each members mouth generating a cloud of vapors surrounding the group as steam from their bodies also added to its mass.
One being in particular generated no breath, or body heat to speak of as he simply walked forward taking in the surroundings. He had long black hair tied in a man-bun and a goatee that would make satan himself jealous; turned to one of the members and called out a name. "Father Creed you seem to be out of breath. Do you need a minute before we lay waste to this tyrant?" The man said.
The older gentleman as denoted by his silver hair balding at the top of his scalp making his tonsure hair style all the more appropriate for him in his old age and profession responded,
"Please Prince Romanov I am not as fast as I used to be, even with the blessing of our Lord Creator I can only run so fast for so long" said Father Creed.
"HA Ha Ha… apologies my friend in all our years of knowing each other I still think of you as you were in your prime when we first met" the Dark Prince chuckled.
The Prince that Father Creed had addressed was non other than 1st Price of the Realm of Night, Emilio Romanov son of the current Vampire Emperor who had been reigning over the Night Realm for almost 500 years. As such Emilio was quite older than Father Creed as he was only in his early 200's where as Creed was 74 years old this coming spring. The two had know each other from adventuring together when Creed was younger.
Among the rest of the party only 3 others stood out amongst the rest with Father Creed and Emilio being the other exceptions. All we're know as powerful figures in the world or at least their respective realms.
A man with golden eyes and red hair whom was generating more heat than any other being in the group came forth and patted Father Creed on the back sending a warm feeling through his spine. "Don't worry Creed, it's sadly just a perk of growing old. I should know. I've been around for a long, long time." This man was none other than the King of Dragons, Vesuvius. Easily the oldest member of the party by a few centuries. However, he looked no older than a man in his early twenties.
"I already have Emilio calling me by my official name I don't need you taking pity on me when you refuse to transform to something that reflects your actual age Vesuvius" Creed said with a hint of jealousy and sadness.
"I don't think we have time to wallow in your regrets now you old coot" a female voice said from behind.
A robust and extremely buff woman walked through the group. Dressed in furs from the snow beast of the Frost realm, a young female with brunette hair, rosy cheeks, and a pair of crystal blue eyes that were breathtaking but almost devilishly cold looking, came forth to the front.
"Vivian! You mustn't take pity on me as well! We are about to enter the throne room can at least a few of you take this seriously??" Creed cried.
"Of course we take this seriously you damn fool!" Another figure walked right behind Vivian. At a staggering 6'-8" walked an older man. Brawny and sinewy were not enough to describe this mans figure as he had been blessed by the mountain spirits in the Woods of The Great Tree.
These two were nomadic hunters that lived in the most reclusive parts of the Forrest and hunted the beasts that even the creator himself regrets giving life too. Blessed by spirits of the great tree these hunters were among the only people in the Earth real that were blessed by the land spirits. A bit different but similar in concept to the Celsius LS and demons who blessed those in the Realm of Stars from which Father Creed hailed.
Vivian looked at her father and pleaded for him to calm down for the the party was having a lapse in their priorities for she knew his patience was much much thinner than her own.
The immortal beings in the party saw this as simply another power hungry being needing to be put down and hardly took this mission seriously while the mortals saw this to be life as they know it potentially coming to an end due to the nature of this war.
The only reason the realm of Night and Fire got involved is due to the bonds shared between some humans and the aristocracy of the two realms. Father Creed's friendship with Emilio and Vesuvius' wife, a human-draconic hybrid, who pleaded for him to help in the war. To prevent the Frost King from annihilating many mortals.
"Shall we go then?" Said Emilio.
"Yes… we shall" replied Creed.
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Footsteps echoed along the frozen floor. Chinking and rustling of armor reverberated off the walls as they made haste the the colossal double doors standing tall at the end of this magnificent cathedral like hallway.
A man reached out to pull the door open only to be halted by Father Creed. "You fool! You really think it would be that simple??" Creed reached out with his staff tracing what seemed to be an invisible patter along the doorway. Until a blue seal appeared on the door.
"You would have frozen to death had you touched the handle my boy" Creed waved to Vesuvius to open the door for them.
Vesuvius walked over and as he did so his hand transformed into that of a dragon. Knowing there was only two ways to open the door, deconstruct the spell, or overload it with so much magical energy it would simply break. They chose the latter as they did not have a spell breaker amongst their group anymore because she had fallen to a different trap during their siege of the castle.
The hand was soon encased in a glow that radiated with magical energy. A trait of the dragon kin is that the older they were the more magically inclined they could become. Combined with magical training, dragons were deemed the superior of the immortal beings with that alone. However, their one drawback the creator bestows in them was that they could only reproduce every couple centuries and typically only one offspring no matter how many different mates they tried with.
The contrast of heat with the sub zero temperature the seal generated caused a great amount of pressure that broke the seal and super heated the ice leading to an explosion of steam and ice chunks that blew the doors wide open with a resounding BANG!
Creed held his staff up after making a last minute shield that blocked any projectiles from being launched back at the party.
Beads of sweat could be seen along his brow as they stared into a dark room that could only be the throne room of the Frost King.
