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"I remember him..
I don't know if he considered me his friend, but I knew him..
He didn't seem like the type to-"
Nis grabbed his head in pain.
"..But I saw the blood. I saw the body..
And I saw him there, with blood-covered hands, and eyes filled with fear.
..He tried to explain.. I listened.
But the fear in his eyes..
It was a fear of the Hunters.
He was guilty.
He just didn't want to pay the price..
Won't work on me. I'll find him."
He looked up to the snow plains around him.
"Even if he's all the way out here.
I'll find him."

The large man picked a corner and sat.
Easier to communicate if he wasn't banging his head on the ceiling.
"Like I said to him: name's Fuast.
Thanks for havin' us."

As he stopped moving, he looked around.
Not many supports to an igloo.
Nothing he could rip out of the wall in a hurry if a weapon was required.
Oh, well. Curses probably won't bring too many undead here.
Not with how many are left in the area.
Not after a half-hour ago.

'...'
Jahev was silent. He was obviously not going to state his intentions.
'... All I can say is I don't aim to kill any of you or any similar activities,' he informed Darial. 'I was passing through to elsewhere...'
He didn't like this much. Despite enclosure, he knew his ex-allies could track him by any means. He needed to deploy a countermeasure, or a decoy, or... something. These people had no hand in his matters what-so-ever.

"Why would you even think of killing us?" Darial asked.

Vinan eyed him for a moment, giving a look that he wouldn't hesitate to draw ab blade if need be.
He turned to Fuast. "Here."
A blade of ice formed in Vinan's hand and he tossed it over.
"It'll probably melt, eventually, since I doubt you know how to take care of it, but it's just about all we have, for now.
Not much else here weaponlike at all..
Flame, huh?
Well, probably not much people here you'll find that'd join a Flame.
We worship the Ice."
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'The snow, and wind, are cold..
The Ice may be willing to guide me..
But I haven't earned Its protection..'
A gust of wind blew by, and Nis shivered.
'Perhaps even It wishes to kill me..
I am only here to spill blood upon Its snow..
With just cause or no..
It does not want the beauty of its white land tainted with-'

Nis stopped, as he saw the body of an undead in the snow.
"..Double killed.
Is this.. His work..? Or..
Someone else..?
It's not like the body I saw before..
..Not even a blade wound.." He knelt down, and touched its shoulder.
"Cold. Killed by the Ice." He placed his other hand on the corpse, and turned it over, so its face turned towards the sky.
He sat on his knees, and plulled out a paper.
It was titled "Children of the Ice".
With a deep breath he began to slowly sing words of a different language.

The snow blowing throughout the air began to surround the body.
One by one the snowflakes turned into a thin sheet of ice that covered the body.
The body began to decay, leaving only the Ice in its place.
Once the body was gone the Ice melted, and Nis stopped singing.

Suddenly another gust of wind blew by him.
As he prepared for the impact of the cold wind he looked to the wind, struck by awe.
It was warm. He stood up, and began to walk in the direction he was heading.
"Thank you.." He said. Though in the wind he swore he heard the same message said to him.

The armored man caught it in a quick, if stiff, motion.
"Thanks.
A bit lighter than I'm used to, but I'll manage.
'Can always just beat someone with their friend if it gets rough."
He frowned a bit in the shadows of his helm, but didn't toss it aside.
The balance was good, and the edge, but it was rather light...

As Vinan responded to his query, the expression morphed into a rueful smile.
They might not be able to see it, but it colored his words and body language.
"You're right on that one.
I haven't had much luck with the other locals, anyhow.
Pity the Ice couldn't help me, or I might just have stopped in a village and put down roots."

Fuast glanced to Jahev, still a bit wary.
The other stranger's worry was eating into him, along with one of the curses.
More a curse of misfortune than anything, but he'd picked up a knack for knowing when something was going to go wrong...
"Not gonna run off, are you?
Linger out there too long, and you'll die."

Something was coming; he could feel it.
Not undead. Not unless some necromancer with a grudge had cobbled something more serious together.
The warrior was getting tired of figuring out how to exploit all these curses.
...But not nearly as much as he was worried about what they were doing to him.

Jahev remained motionless, but muttered in reply, 'Thank you.'
So he could only move on from here now... or he could fight. Guessing that since his hunter was using Ice magic he'd have the disadvantage, he could only move on or move back.
Back was not a preferable option.
Luckily, he knew a few words of his own. Luckily. You never know when you needed safe passage and a hidden heart.
He sang lowly and softly to the wind, so as not to disturb the others, in words he hoped conveyed what he desired currently.

"Undying Flame?" Darial said. "You say that name like we should kno-"

"Shh!" Vinan suddenly snapped.
"A Song."

Though Fuast would likely hear nothing, but those who knew the Ice heard its Songs.
"I'll go see what's up." Vinan said, an ice sword forming in his hand. He walked outside.

Darial was silent for a moment.
Once his silence was done he spoke softly.
"..Why would we kick you out?"
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Vinan stepped outside to see Jahev singing.
He touched his shoulder.
"What's going on-?"

"Dead." The wind whispered.

"..We should probably get you out of here.."
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Nis walked through the abandoned village.
The place smelt of death though not a body was to be found.

"What.. Happened here?"

There was suddenly a gust of wind that blew the snow.
It was only seconds before there was a ditch in the ground.
There was a frozen body at the bottom.
"..The village is buried.." He said, looking around.
He then realized what he hadn't before.
The houses had no entances. All buried beneath the snow.
"Was this.. Him?" The wind gave no answer.

He knelt down, and began to sing, again.
The body in the ditch faced a similar fate to the other body.
"..These aren't undead.. They were double killed.
Deliberately killed."
He stood up and began to walk away, following the warm winds.