Hey guys! Here’s my impression of a younger Gwen done in Photoshop. 

Hey guys! Here’s my impression of a younger Gwen done in Photoshop. 

Continuation of Chapter 1: A Lone Elementalist (4/5)

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‘Oy! Wolfpup!’ exclaimed the bended silhouette which overshadowed her. Standing before her was a striking looking male norn who made Gwen look rather petite next to him. The state of his body told tales of battles and the black tattoo markings across his face hid deepened lines of ageing. Gwen could not bring herself to utter a coherent reply, only poorly managing the disjointed words of ‘No, not now’ from her mouth. The male norn started bleeding from the top of his hairline, soaking the greyed strands of fringe that framed his face, his initial happy expression turned into indescribable sadness. Gwen recoiled in horror, covering her mouth with both hands as she scrambled onto her feet, instantly running as fast as her legs could possibly carry her. ‘Help me, Gwen!’ cried the male norn, each plea sounding more awful as the distance between them increased. A lump formed at the back of her throat as she held back her tears, she knew she had to pull herself together.

Eventually, the voice paused.

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Continuation of Chapter 1: The Lone Elementalist (3/5)

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A frightening battle cry in a strange, unknown language was heard in a distance. Following it, the sky above them began forming a strange green alchemist symbol, its edges oozing a green like substance. For a brief moment, Cynn had sworn she saw millions of crying skulls entrapped inside as it glistened against the backlight of the sun.

‘By the Raven’s claw! Don’t let it touch you!’ Gwen ordered, interrupting Cynn’s train of thought as she felt droplets pelleting against her hood. Almost instinctively, Cynn swiftly dodged out of the cursed ground and tossed out her leather cloak, watching it disintegrate into a pile of obsidian flakes even before reaching the snow bed. Hiss. The skin on her forearms began dissolving under the murky acid, revealing a raw sheen of carbonite underneath. Before she had time to take in the melting veneer of her skin, an accelerated thumping echoed behind her. ‘Damnit. What now.’ Cynn rolled her eyes as she turned back, a fiery anger simmering within her. Staring headstrong at the eyes of the ferocious icebrood wolf charging furiously towards her, she drew her staff and resumed a poised casting stance, focusing on a spell chant. The dripping acid on her arms began evaporating with a sizzle and her eroded layers of diamond skin were magically renewed. With a grin, the elementalist ended her cast with a quiet command of ‘erupt’ as she directed her glowing staff head at the ground, sending splinters of fault lines across the icy floor. In an eerie silence, she watched the beast’s neck get impaled by a graphite lance that spiked from below, sending a consecutive series of stone spears ripping through its helpless, convulsing body.

Catching the reflection of herself in the fading eyes of the dead creature, she saw its frenzied pack leader racing towards her. In seconds, she blocked the blunt of its feral pounce with her staff though the weight of its body had forced her to the ground. The fiend’s growling ringed loudly in her ears as its jaws snapped frustratingly within inches from her face. Cynn’s grip on her staff began shivering under the pressure of the beast. Summoning the remaining of her physical strength, she yelled and kicked the abdomen of the overbearing wolf with her rock encased boot, which of course, was timely enchanted. And along with the oldest trick in the book, Cynn casted a quick lightning surge, temporarily blinding the disoriented creature. She wasted no time in wielding her dagger, raising it in front of her staff, hastily reciting a spell that made her weapons ignite in roaring flames. The giant wolf shook off its confusion, turning its feral glare directly back at Cynn, this time, with even greater vengeance brewing in its eyes.

However, something was amiss.

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Continuation of Chapter 1: The Lone Elementalist (2/5)

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‘Wh-what?’  The firm grip on Cynn’s left boot had her tumbling slightly forward, with gravity threatening to betray her into the bed of snow in front.

‘Updraft!’ Cynn breathed before closing her eyes, bracing herself for the icy impact. Damn. It was the last thought in the darkness of her mind before she felt a magical gust gently brushing against her face. A sudden strong gush of wind had propelled her back upwards, allowing her to regain light-footed stability as she opened her eyes. Indeed, her air attunement had served her well while she quickly turned to defensively flick off the grip; wedging its wrist between the heels of her boot. Regaining her bearings, her eyes instinctively narrowed at details of the glove’s workmanship and pieces of dulled metal armor peeking through the snow’s surface, hoping to find evidence of its origins. Neither did the armored hand or rather, body showed signs of retaliation against the pinning of her shoe. ‘Hm, approximately 9ft tall, probably a male norn from the wolf’s tribe, though his skin is in a weird bluish hue but definitely not as dark as a Svan..’ Just then, the partially buried figure twisted Cynn’s ankle with a jolt as he emerged from under the layers of snow; pinning her waist down against the frozen floor with only his upper body. ‘What is your reason? Why are you hunting the…’ a bloody cough had interrupted the female voice halfway as she choked Cynn singlehandedly with her remaining strength. ‘It… depends…are you friend…’ Cynn gasped as she latched on tightly onto the female norn’s strong arm before continuing, ‘..or foe’.

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the fires of the night.

the fires of the night.

Water’s Alacrity.

Water’s Alacrity.

Sharp Glint.

Sharp Glint.

The comforting warmth.

The comforting warmth.

Spotting an old friend. 

Spotting an old friend. 

Ethereal gaze.

Ethereal gaze.