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"And how about Elves and Orcs?" Sae asked, gesturing toward Erebus, "I mean, we even have a talking wolf!"
"Not to mention, a mask will greatly reduce your peripheral vision," Naelan said, almost politely.

"And how about Elves and Orcs?" Sae asked, gesturing toward Erebus, "I mean, we even have a talking wolf!"
"Not to mention, a mask will greatly reduce your peripheral vision," Naelan said, almost politely.

"If you know what I am, then ensure that the one who was so keen on killing frost demons knows a friend from a foe." He would say as he reluctantly removed the mask. His face was a soft blue, and his eyes were black, with a blue illuminated irises. He sported a thin but long trail of hair that sat between his horns, the sides of his head being shaved, whith the hair being pulled into a ponytail at the back. He had no facial hair, and when he opened his mouth, cold hair from his mouth caused the air to fog, while also giving a good glimpse at his quite elongated fangs.

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Sae took an involuntary step back, but quickly recovered, saying, "So, you're half-demon?"

He shrugged his shoulders, and added, "Oh, well.  I think Naelan likes you, as well."

He put a hand forward to shake Mir's hand, "Welcome to our group."

"You expect me to put down my axe and armor and follow a frost demon?" Grond growled while tightening his grip on his battleaxe. "Is this some kind of trick?"

"No, you will put your armor and weapons down to follow me.  Remember, I'm a mage.  Nothing will happen," Sae said, removing an insert from his mouth with fangs made of steel that fit over his own.

Mir would shake the hand quickly. He then dug the back end of his weapon, which was a far less intimidating point than the crecent shaped main blade, into the ground, which relieved him of all the steel on his person. He looked at the Orc with a side-eyed glance, but said nothing. Not the first, and not the last time he shall hear something along those lines. He took a deep breath as while he waited for the others to prepare, he practiced some slow moves, gliding with grace and percision as he practiced.

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"Hmph, fine," Grond grunted then threw down his battleaxe. "Not like I couldn't break him or anything else in half if I needed to." He then proceeded to remove his armor and stack it in a pile. Left with just some fur clothing on, he glanced at Kaa and then began to walk around to look for a big stick to use as a weapon.

"Grond, you do know that snow demons are magical to the bone, right?" Naelan asked rhetorically.

Grond returned with a thick tree branch and, showing it off, said, "Let's see how magic can help little snows demons after I've cracked their skulls with this!"

Sae snapped his fingers, and the end of the branch exploded, as he said, "A lot more than you might think."

Grond huffed, threw down the bits of branch still in his hand, then walked around to find another.

Mir would go over to the destroyed branch. And look to Sae and over to Grond. He sat down on his knees and picked up the branch. Taking the pieces, he ran his hands over it, causing ice to form in between the cracks made by the magical explosion. He continued to form the ice. What remained was now an axe formed from arcane ice and strong wood. He waited for the Orc to return, and whenever he did he would present the weapon to him.

Grond returned with a smaller branch and furrowed brows. He then saw Mir present the weapon to him. Grond's eyebrows raised in surprise and confusion. He dropped the tree branch and took the ice and wood axe, looked it over, and swung it through the air a few times. A half-smile crept across his face. "Heheh, not bad for a snow demon."

"You do realize that Mir could have killed you several times while you were searching for a branch, but instead he made you a weapon, right?" Naelan asked sharply.

Rolling his eyes, Sae said, "Well, now that we have no steel left on our persons, we can get moving."

He started off to the East, and was soon at the graveyard.  He walked into the mausoleum in the middle of the graveyard.  He opened the sarcophagus, and jerked one of his chest scales out, and laid it on the breast of the skeleton inside.  He pulled a Frost Demon tooth from a pocket, and laid it upon the scale.  Finally, he knelt, and chanted,
"Hear me, dead of ages past
Rise up and walk once more."

As they left, Mirithal would find a sapling of some kind, kick the thing in two places, causing it to snap off, and then use his ice to harden the wood, before making blades at the end of it. He now had somewhat of a recreation of the weapon he had left behind. He followed nearly silently. When the reached the location he simply watched. He winced at the tooth, not the scales. A part of his kin was being used as a trophy or something. He didn't quite approve, but allowed the ritual to proceed. He wondered if this was a necromantic ceremony, especially given the phrases being changed by the draconian.