Age of Frost [RP]

(say pls ppl )

*holds a dagger against his neck* this says otherwise (16+1+2 for intimidation and holding a dagger to to his neck)

*Follow a farmer*

*watching*

Anschelm is undeterred by the intimidation, and continues with his resistance.

"I won't tell you a thing. Go ahead. Either kill me or try and lug me around until either a put an ice shard through your heart or you freeze as you walk around in circles. There's nothing you can do to make me spill any information."

i am warning you i will not be gentle with my torture (17+1+2, same reasons as before)

"Go ahead. I'll call your bluff. What do you even want me to spill anyway? Seems like you're just torturing me for no reason."

*Balimund walks over towards Anschlem.* "What were you doing in the city earlier? Tell me, or we will slowly and painfully [uhhh, we'll skip this]."

Anschelm looks confused for a bit, before regaining his confident composure.

"City? You mean Imen? I wasn't there, I'll be damned if I have to step into one of those barbaric Ravennan towns, let alone do anything in there other than leave."

"Then who the f%#$ was in that alleyway? And no, we have reasons, you can tell us why you're here and who you work for."

"Didn't I say it before? I won't tell nothing. So stuff a boot in it. I won't tell you who I work for, or why I'm here. Hell, I don't even know which agent they sent to that city."

Anschelm, who was laying on the ground and being held a few inches off the floor by Iris, gets hid hard by the crossbow, flying back down the few inches and having the back of his head impact against the stone floor. The black robe helps to cushion the impact, but not by much. It still hurts like hell for Anschelm though, which you makes clear through a number of audible Ouch!es.

we want to know the way to your leader

* the Felicia is still watching the mysterious figure *

Anschelm looks up at Blitz from his position in the snow, letting out a grimace from behind the skull mask that hides his face.

"You..."

Looking around at the party gathered around him, Anschelm closes his eyes and leans back for a moment.

"GODS DAMN YOU!"

Without a second word, Anschelm conjures two snowballs, their centers filled with ice, which could undoubtedly cause perhaps fatal damage if they hit someone fast enough, and fires them at Blitz, one aimed at the back of his head, and one aimed at the crossbow, hoping to smash it to bits before he can turn Anschelm into a pincushion, however hopeless that endeavor might be.

* throws two fireballs at the snowballs [ 17 ], equips her dagger and tried to stab one of the figure's eyes [ 3 ]

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*sighs and snaps the guys neck* (6)