Mission 11 - Part 1 Epilogue

Mission 11 - Part 1 Epilogue
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The night air is bracing, wind whistling through the mountains before darting down into the glacier. Gawain’s shadow travels quickly across the ice as he soars through the sky, keeping a close eye on the surrounding area. Frost clings to his wings, stiffening them, and the Charizard eventually has to land, spiralling down to the fortress. He drops down just behind the fence and stomps towards the tiny fire pit near the guard barracks, where Matteo sits on a log with his paws held towards the struggling flames. The Pikachu looks up as Gawain approaches, offering the dragon a curt nod.
: How goes the patrol?
: Boring as hell.
: I’d rather it be uneventful than exciting, captain, for that means we are safe for the time-being.
: Ha, just let those rebels come -- they won’t get past me!
Matteo sighs, reaching for a pile of twigs next to him and tossing one into the fire. As Gawain sits on another log across from him, the guild administrator peers at him inquisitively, weighing his words before speaking.
: I must say, I was impressed with how you handled the conversation we had with the general several weeks ago. Your… “strategy” worked wonders.
: Didn’t I TELL ya I had it covered? You guild people think you’re so good at your jobs and that ya don’t need anyone else’s help, but you shouldn’t understand us Aetherians and our willingness to get the job done.
: Hrm, yes, perhaps that is true. And your people did complete the tasks given to us--
: If haphazardly.
: That flightless bird will get what he gets, especially with this godforsaken weather. I thought he said the blizzards wouldn’t be bad?
: He said they were “just big enough to cause discomfort.”
: Though I must agree, captain, these blizzards… there is something about them that I can’t put my finger on.
: No touch blizzard. Impossible physics.
: Holy fu-- where’d you come from?!
: (points aimlessly over his shoulder) You must come.
: Why? Is something the matter?
: Not safe. Blizzard coming. Big one. Feel it in gut.
: How big?
Shrieks of wind answer him. Snow abruptly swoops over the fortress, filling their vision with white, and Gawain stretches his claws in front of him, reaching for something, anything, to get his bearings.
: Matteo! Taly… Tari… Abomasnow! Where are you?
: (voice barely carrying over the snowstorm) Right beside you, captain.
: Same here.
: Good -- (spits flames, only to be buffeted by the wind) -- now tell me how this bloody blizzard came out of EFFIN’ NOWHERE!!
: Don’t know. Has happened before. Several times… Is not natural.
: And the general didn’t see fit to tell us this before because…?
 … … … … Shhh … … … … 
The voice hisses through the wind. Gawain, Matteo, and Taliriktug freeze, looking around for the source of the voice but seeing nothing but the whirling snow.
: Y-You all heard that, right?
: Quiet. It’s speaking again.
 … … Hussssh now … … No harm shall come to yooou … … Silence your screeeams … … Dry your teeears … … Goooo!! 
BOOM! CRUNCH! A section of the gate bursts apart, opening the fortress to the outside -- and shadowy figures converge at the opening and rush in to attack!
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