[spoiler]is this still alive or is it dead?[/spoiler]

[u]Germany, Berlin[/u] [i]Theron woke with a start unsure of what had happened his head bandaged for some unkown reason as he sit's up looking around noticing all his supplies[/i] "Damn what happened." (Open)

[spoiler]*poke*[/spoiler]

3 Rivers Trade Post Pittsburgh USA Ragnar walked the snow covered streets of 3 rivers with a loping stride common to his breed of Animaro. His dark fur and air of confidence also obvious traits of the wolves seemed to stay naturally at his side. That however was where the similarities ended. Wolf Animaro tended to stay in packs or large settlement with others forming a tighknit community. He stood alone. Other Animaro showed signs of some sort of reverence for nature to the extreme of a religious zeal. At best he was considered a spiritual, but mostly an atheist. And where as many of his kin were drove by instinct and sometimes lust. He denied them in self placed isolation. There were many things said about a lone wolf, none of the anything good. He welcomed them all with a fanged smirk. Even still the knawing pangs of his instincts knawed and teared at him evert I'm he came to this outpost he called home. As he caught glimpses of other packs he felt longing to join them. As the Cubs played he could not help but feel anguish that he would never have his own. At the scent of the bitches in heat he shock in excitement that he would deny himself. This was one of those nights. As he passed pack after pack towards the forges. Eyes darted and cubs whisked away from his presence. He could feel the eyes of each bitch coming to age on him and their packs alphas contempt as he passed. Their loathing was all but tangible. None of that mattered. It never mattered. As he worked tirelessly at the small forge. Others came and went. Some even stopped and watched as Ragnar bent the metal scrap that was his reward to his will. Day turned to knight and more and more left till his was the only forge still worked. As he pulled out the amulet he stifled a whimper. He never wanted to be like this. He wanted a pack, a fimily, a mate. The memories came unbidden as he succumbed to pain. [i]Why was it always him? Why was he always the last? [/i] Letting his emotions loose again he released an anguished howl to the heavens as he burned the amulet into his hands. Tears streamed from his eyes as he dropped to his knees. He couldn't care less about the scorched flesh, the pain inside of him was to much to bear. [i]It was never supposed to be like this. Why had fate stuck at him so harshly? Whom had he wronged so bad to be cursed so fully?[/i] Before laying to sleep besides the forge one last thought tormented his mind. Its enormity tearing at him. [i]Why was he the one left behind?[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b]A Little Thing Called Revenge Few Days After Thomas' and co.'s Arrival[/b] [b]The King is ready, other cities have been assembled and gathered, as they marched across the massive Pacific ocean, heading towards the direction of the bandit camp Word was sent ahead to the few who remained behind to watch over the camp, and let them know of the armies March Thomas rode by the King, helping direct his army towards the camp Days and nights passed, as they neared their target, as the setup camp at the east coast of America[/b] [spoiler]Open, talk, prepare, etc[/spoiler]

[b][u]Eye of the Tiger[/u][/b] [b]Elvish City-Training Yard[/b] Thomas had grabbed a quiver of arrows from the armory on his way out, still holding the new bow. He stepped over to a straight line of sight towards a target. He knocked an arrow and took a deep breath, letting the arrow fly. [spoiler]Open to Jenny[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Jenny, I know you're afk, but for when you get back...[/spoiler] [b][u]Have A Drink On Me[/u][/b] [b]Elvish City-Guest Room, City Hall[/b] Thomas rolled and tossed and turned in his bed, nightmares invaded his minds eye.... He stood there, armed with nothing but a stick. Seven years of age, young and brave....or maybe stupid. Is there a difference? He explored tirelessly until the sun began to set, that's when he started to head back to his camp with his family and friends. That's when he saw it. A Grtunt. Standing off in a clearing, he saw it out of the corner of his eye. He smiled and pulled out his pocket knife and began to over in. The Grtunt was young, very young maybe about two feet taller than him. He approached, as quiet as he could be. He stood from his crouched position and tried to stab the creature. The blade snaps with a loud [i]ping[/i] as the Grtunt turns and hollars, alerting the rest of its herd of the young boy, Thomas. He turned and ran towards his camp, yelling and screaming. "MOOOOOM! DAAAAAAD! THERE'S MONSTERS BEHIND ME!" His father, tall and thickly built came out of the tent, armed with the gear that Thomas now owns. A few other men follow, only to be slaughtered like Thomas's father by the Grtunts. With tears in his eyes, he collects the gear and ran, hearing the screams of pain and suffering behind him. Thomas woke, shivering and shaking. He sat up and instantly laid back. His hangover had just kicked in. "Ugh......" He laid there, his hand on his head.

[spoiler]Just gonna speed this along...[/spoiler] [b][u]Sad But True[/u][/b] [b]The Elvish City-Old Scandinavia [/b] Thomas led his group through the snow, through the ice and the pain and the sorrow, and the sadness and the cold. Oh the cold, brutal and unrelenting. Was that what this world was? Just brutal trail after brutal trail? What kind of a world is that? He sighes one more time as he stands on a hill, in the middle of a blizzard. His clothes, weapons and food all stolen, they had served him well. Well enough to last him the journey. It hadn't been for his own survival anymore, he was driven by an emotion. A need to fulfill a debt, a promise to his friend. Really his only and best friend in this Hellish, cold world. He stepped forward, breathing into his hands to keep himself warm. That's when he saw it, the city. It stood in its other-worldly glory as he stepped forward in awe. [spoiler]Open to my team and Jenbby [/spoiler]

[b][u]The German[/u][/b] [b]A radio message is sent, through every system of communication.[/b] [quote]The German is looking for work.. If you got some, you know where to look..[/quote] [spoiler]Reply in communication only[/spoiler]

[b]European Border-Old Portugal [/b] Thomas led his team onto the beach, where he checked his rifle one more time before stepping into the frozen forest that was in front of him...

[i][u][b]Separate ways[/b][/u][/i] [i]After omega had talked to Thomas about the situation with the princess, he decided to part ways and head back to the camp for scouting. Making sure he princess isn't moved while they are gone. They plan to meet up in the future, he had hoped the plan would work. Along side him was sparrow who decided to travel along with him.[/i] [spoiler]Open to Aisu and Jenny[/spoiler]

[b]Location: Helsinki Metro[/b] After spending a week with old friends, Ve stops in the market to see an old employer about job opportunities. About an hour later, he walks out with a new rifle, and a new course to follow. He packs up his gear, preps his sled, grabs Skidmark, and talks to the tank crew on the way out, headed off to Old Norway.

[b][i][u]UK[/u][/i][/b] [b]A woman walks around, as she as her sword on her and her knives of her hip... She looks for people, so she can get some work..[/b] [u]Open, preferably if you are going to pay her[/u]

[b][u]Travelin' Band[/u][/b] [b]Pacific Ocean- Heading towards Europe[/b] Thomas led his team through the desert-like frozen ocean, occasionally stopping for a break. Sparrow had fixed his shoulder, possibly saved his life, Hell, maybe even the whole squ- no, they weren't a squad, they were a group....maybe she saved the group's lives, the blood trail could've been destructive alone. He trudged on, rifle across his chest and pistol at his hip. A backpack full of food, ammo and about every other thing they needed to survive was on his back, filled to the top and even overflowing. The ice was solid, stong, good ice. Not the weak stuff he had used to get away from the Grtunt. That was definitely a blessing since there were no Grtunts and the ice would hold their weight. He had tried to keep his beard under control, using the knife he had stolen to shave at it, actually he was doing so right now. Hair after hair, it was slowly becoming a normal-sized beard and not a mane like it had been earlier. After a while, he sheaths the knife, still walking. He breathed heavy, trying to warm his face with the warm air that his lungs expelled from his body, completing the breathing process, the process that kept one alive, one moving, one still pushing.... [spoiler]Open to Jenny and muh squad [/spoiler]

[b]The Verge of Insanity[/b] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [b]Things where losing themselves The last anyone knew, the Humans where keeping to themselves The Elvish were peaceful for once in over a three hundred years And that all changed in the matter of a week When the Kings daughter went missing And a month later, a ransom arrived at his doorstep, followed by supporters of his crown, come to warn him Another week passed, as the King had ordered a "Korla", a war cry, tonall of his people to be ready for war And it started by him burying a hatchet into the ice, symbolizing the times to come...[/b]

[b][u]Allied and Armed[/u][/b] [b]Canada-Edge of east-northern border with the ocean[/b] Thomas stood there, gear with him. The rifle that he stole from the bandits lay across his chest, strapped down. A backpack full of food and ammunition was on his back, along with some medical supplies. A pistol was at his hip, a P226 Sig Sauer to be exact. Not exactly his Sidearm of choice, but it'd do. The wind blew cold and snowy, dry and coarse. Just standing there hurt. It was a groaning, stiff pain, enough to slow even the strongest of men. He looked at the ice, putting a foot out on it to see if it would hold his weight. It held, but this was shallow water, what would happen when he got way out there? He prepared for the worse but hoped for the best. [spoiler]Open to my squad and Jenbby[/spoiler]

[b][u]Here I Am, On the Road Again[/u][/b] [b]Canada[/b] Thomas had just gotten out of the bandit base, his arm had stopped bleeding, he was sore, mad that he lost his weapons. He had stolen these....new ones but they just weren't the same. He had left that note for Illyanna, hoping that would explain why he was gone and missing. [i]Here I am....[/i] He kept walking, breathing slowly. His breath was visible, as always due to the cold. [i]....on the road again....[/i] He stepped over a rock, heading east towards the Elvish city, or so he hoped. There was no way of telling where he was heading, just walking, day after day after day of the boring activity. [i]....here I go....[/i] He pulled out an apple from his backpack and took a bite, the food helped with the coldness, warming him up a bit. Thomas sighed, missing the company he had, it was the only person he'd seen in a while and now she was either dead or captured. [i]Turn the page....[/i] [spoiler]Open, he's on edge and on a mission, [b]don't [/b] get in his way.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Right Under Their Nose[/u][/b] [b]Bandit Bunker[/b] Thomas woke up in the barracks, still in his chair, it was 4 am, early in the morning. Before anyone else got up, he started to move, slowly and quietly. The note from before was still in his pocket, folded and on a piece of scrap paper, written with a dull pencil he had found. He had apparently fallen asleep in the gear he had stolen, a mask, a rifle, a pistol, a knife and a bullet-proof vest. He stood, stretching quietly and stepping towards the door. [spoiler]Closed to Jenny [/spoiler]

[b]Astrid walks towards the elven city of ice, her snowmobile has run out of gas. She knew she was close, she just had to keep moving[/b] [spoiler]open to jenpai[/spoiler]