Lumikki of Iceberg

"Join by the fire"

The locals of Hargeon had been enthusiastically gearing up for an incoming campfire event. An activity that was admittedly mundane, but was given new life by the recent snowfall in the season. South of Fiore was largely known for the sweltering heat the called weather; but it was the presence of a passing Frost Demoness that opened the people of South Fiore to a new and enticing experience. Elevated by the boom of tourist interest as well.

As such, special events have been coordinated all throughout Hargeon to capitalize on the limited occurrence. Campfires being one of many gatherings thrown together and put into the works; this one being the first of many held. And as such, the grounds in a neighboring woods, a clearing often used for celebrations and festivities, was now prepped for the night of s’mores and tales. A notion that Lumikki was really excited about, more so, now that she invited Brone to join her.

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Lumikki of Iceberg

"Join by the fire"

Bless the wind in yer sails, I’m just about ready meself. As ye know, I’ve planted us a hop-skip-jump from the campfire site, so we should be there in no time and…” Lumikki who had just walked out the room with an appearance that could be perceived as both done-up and casual, turned to the decorative, wooden etched clock that hung from the furthest wall. Its soft ticks a lulling sound in the silence, though easy to miss at times when one didn’t bother to look for it. As she read the numbers, her face scrunched like she was in thought, and her eyes darted about until their gaze landed back onto the Dwarf. ”Well, we’d be early. But perhaps we could use this moment for some mischief. I figure that in a momentous occasion as this, brought about by our presence, that we should have a wee bit of fun. And when that’s done, let’s tell the grandest story. Can’t say how many we’d—or anyone for the matter would show up to one of these but we sure could make the first night the best.”

With lips pulled in a devilish grin with fangs shimmering in the low light, Lumikki looked upon Brone with her glowing demonic eyes. The Dwarf could see the Loki mischief alive and well in his niece, but he was still the one to have a say in the direction of it. ”—Ha,” Lumikki uttered so suddenly, as if she just realized something else. ”Ye look quite charming Uncle, I’d say I even like it. It’s nice to observe the changes in ya from time to time, yes….it’s quite nice..” Her admiration softened her face, making her less a Demon and more a yearning child. But she didn’t linger on that expression long, instead walking herself to through the front door.

”Now come now me pretties, it’ll be time to play!” Theatrical as that may be, her call served a purpose as a large unkindness circled around her. The flock in flight as they swayed and swosh to her very word, waiting for the Demoness’ wayward desire.

”Tonight, let’s remind them why they should fear a raven and their cleverness loves. Utter yer words and play yer tricks!” And with that, the dark cloud of birds dispersed from the sky and soared in the direction of their fun that night. Saturating the area with their presence as the mimicked, tricked, and softly pillage for the remainder of the event.

Now for us Uncle, Lumi chuckled. And in that moment, black snow began to fall. Its appearance like a marker of her power and attendance, a calling card or announcer for the night. And as she took steps to their destination, black mist began to manifest and swirl along the ground. It was small at first but grew to spread fast. Washing over the grounds of the campfire site like rolling waves. With each proceeding step, her form ,too, would begin to shift. The power of her necklace resonated with her as it coated the mage in its powers, turning her into a rather old and decrepit woman one could assume lived rather deep in the woods. ”I never got a chance to show you this new trick of mine Uncle. But let us see that games we can play? Tell me,” when Lumikki turned back, it was with a face that was her own, nor did she keep her usually honeyed voice but rather a raspy and haggard one. Through a mix of her dark magic and illusions, she propped herself into a taller height. Now an old women with long bellowing, silver scraggy hair. Wrapped in deeply layered black and dark green robes that covered most of her skin save her hands and face. The flesh exposed was sunken, pale, and folded onto itself. Delicate, almost fragile in appearance, those her long curved nails juxtaposed. Lumikki brought a hand to her face, running it along her skin then hair as she adjusted to her disguise. While she settled into her new character.

”Would you have me cloak you in a veil of darkness my friend? Weave you into the shadows for your fun? Or do you have a trick in those green sleeves that could join me in this jest?” Her tone was still friendly, but it slowly shifted to something more menacing and eerie. As she spoke, the mist condensed around her legs thickly, curling and coiling to adhere its masters image. Lumikki looked ass if in any moment, she could be swallowed into the night. Only to appear elsewhere and offer the first to cross her a choice.

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Lumikki of Iceberg

"Join by the fire"

”Precisely the fun of it Brone, let use be the creatures of the night for a while. Just enough to stir the spirits and start the festivities soundly enough.” Her voice grew hoarse as if touched with age. Breaking in places that scratched one’s ears. A cackle followed, rumbling from her lips as her merriment showed. And just as fast as a it erupted, it’d halt the moment Lumikki place a crooked finger in a hushed gesture. But it wasn’t only Demoness that went silent, it felt like the world became quiet in that very second. Though Lumikki wouldn’t linger longer than needed, in a jarring site, the mage turned which would break apart into ravens. Scattering about in every direction.

The single flock would soar the skies, carrying the cackle of the witch within the heavens as she passed through the branched of the trees. The crisp air, pushing up her wings and running through her feathers like water off a duck’s back.  

It was not long until she encountered her first participants, a couple on their way to the campfire. The self-made flock circled around them as her beaks playfully tugged on their clothes and drinking in their fear and confusion.


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