 t's very, very cold. It's cold enough that you'll see your breath fog in the air before you, that goosebumps appear on your arms and legs and a chill goes up your spine. You're inside, in a huge palace with sweeping arches and rooms, but it's no real shelter from the cold -- it's just as cold inside as out.
There's a throne room, a kitchen, various rooms and even a dungeon to be explored -- and outside, a frigid, frozen garden, a lake that's naturally frozen over, and miles, and miles of snow as far as the eye can see.
But be careful while you explore. The snowflake soldiers are naturally dangerous, but even more dangerous than that...there's that creeping sensation of numbness going up your arm, a pang through your chest, and the slow, slow freezing from the inside out.
Try not to leave any of your friends behind, okay? Even if they might look a bit too uncannily like some of the statues hanging around for decoration when they're frozen over.
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“They are quite hardy.” Up to a certain point, anyway—strong enough to shove people into dungeons, but somehow brittle enough to give at the point of his blade. By the time the gate guards have arrived Tristan’s already managed to shear through a column of these knights, having lopped off their limbs or heads or torsos by accident—it’s hard to fight them and keep them intact, who’d’ve thought?
With an affirmative grunt at Tonbokiri’s call, he turns to focus on the others, and—hello? He slashes at a nearby enemy, this time with full intent to kill, watching it go down into a pile of snow. By now the hallway is packed with snow, which is handy for slowing down the other incoming knights, but this time Tristan sees that some of them are already beginning to reform…
Of course.
“Slay them all!” His warning is cut short as he meets the blade of another oncoming knight. “We cannot let them outnumber us!”
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Tonbokiri simply acknowledges the command with a shouted "Yes!", then turns from disabling his foes to outright killing them. Working his way back to Archer's side, it is hard to miss the man-sized mounds of snow starting to choke the hallway. Nice work, Archer-dono.
"It was quite the offensive this time," he comments as he finishes off a couple last ice knights. It seems that the rush has abated... If anything, they've probably killed off all the knights in the area!
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Not that Tristan gets to enjoy that feeling for long as he turns his attention to the remaining knights. A swift clash of steel later and he nods to Tonbokiri, frowning with deep concern as he surveys the carnage.
“Does anything strike you as strange about these warriors? They were too easy, far too easy…”
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He shakes his head, pausing a beat before adding, "If what happened with Farrow-dono before is an indication, at least it seems that they will only try to imprison those who don't try to fight them. If only they could be reasoned with. We are trespassers, it is true, but not by choice."
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“What could be more tragic—that they must be slain, or that we must spend an eternity slaying them?”
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Eyes wide, Tonbokiri instinctively places himself between the moving snow and Archer, his spear at the ready.
"What is this? ... They cannot be killed entirely? Is this why you said we'd be outnumbered?"
With a frown he slashes at the human-like snow before its icy armour can form, and the body crumples into snow again.
"... It is indeed a tragic fate. Although for our part, I hope that we can be free of this place soon, so at the least we do not have to continue cutting down these soldiers."
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“So it appears that my harp had indeed led us to the true source of our enemies. There is no longer any need for survivors.”
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"I see. We kept being led around because they are made of the snow that is everywhere here."
He frowns down at the piles. Although he has had some thought-provoking conversations about what it means to be 'alive', he is quite certain that these snow soldiers are not. Still, as Archer-dono said, it feels like a tragic existence. A thought that seems punctuated by the man's sombre harp music.
"Yes, we found out something important. And if they simply reform themselves of the snow, perhaps we will have to consider using fire or water to subdue them completely. Shall we return to where everyone is making camp as we think over our options from here?"
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“That would be for the best. The others will need to know about this.” But he keeps playing as they turn toward where the others are, if only to keep the knights around them at bay.