Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20140912075843/@comment-5142578-20160503204629

"It had nothing to do with you." Crystaline says, trying to reassure the otter. "Hiero was jus-"

"Wait, the hawk attacked you two??" Frost interrupts, an edge in his voice was present.

"Frost, I know what you're thinking." Crystaline replies, trying to calm her brother down before he took matters into his own hands. "He did, but Hiero wasn't acting himself. I think he was murderdrunk."

Murderdrunk is an expression used to describe when one person, usually a warrior or soldier, loses nearly all sense of themselves and their rationality in favor of unquenchable bloodlust. It is usually a temporary state of mind where the person is too angry and shaken to see any other solution to their problems other than wanton bloodshed. A person usually become murderdrunk when they are very shaken up emotionally, such as witnessing a loved one die, or the horrors of war become too much for the individual to handle. Although this anger is usually directed at the individual's enemies, it isn't uncommon for them to harm or even kill friends and allies as well.

"But he isn't like that anymore." Crystaline added. "If there's one person who can talk some sense into Hiero, it's his old master: Ridas."

Frost was silent for a few moments. "You summoned his ghost to talk to him?" he asks.

"Well," Crystlaline begins, "It's not so much summoning as it is making the ghost visible to others. I'm not a summoner or medium, Frost. I don't choose to seek them out; they seek me out."

Frost didn't say anything. For the wolf, he believed it was better to let the dead rest in peace, rather than bringing their spirits back to interact with the living. Still, he was going to have a few choice words for Hiero when he saw him again.

Drake looks at Keira. "All I can say is if Norids were alive, we wouldn't be fighting against you in this war." he says. "He had the principles and strength to keep the tribe in line. But ever since he was assassinated, the whole tribe's been in disarray. Then Siege and that dodgy friend of his came and promised to unite the island. For whatever reason, most of the tribe believed him. I almost did, too. But, after all this?" the thorny lizard shakes his head. "All I've seen is death and senseless bloodshed. And I know I'm not the only one who doesn't buy what those two blokes are selling. There are others, in both the Sten and Hielo tribes, who just want this bloody war to end. If you can even call it a war at this point." he then turns to Frost. "And you got quite a reputation on you, mate." he adds. "You ain't from the Hielo-tribu, yet you're very much like the ice-picks in a couple'a ways. But your style of fighting and weaponry aren't like anything ever seen on the island."

Before Frost can make a reply of any sort, the Vatten-Warrior who left earlier approaches, along with a medic.

"We're getting hit hard from all sides at the Museum." he says, before addressing Frost specifically. "I hate to ask this, but we're going to need your help. I've heard what you're capable of."

With a brief sigh, Frost nods. "Got it." Before he can leave, however, the Vatten warrior stopped him. "You're probably wanting your weapons back, right?" he asks. Before waiting for an answer, he hands the wolf his weapons, which were put in a large bag. "I thought I'd grab this on the way back. Just. . . don't tell Aria I gave them to you, okay?"

Frost nods and quickly re-arms himself with his weapons and equipment. It took a minute considering how much equipment the wolf had at his disposal. After getting set, he ran off towards the museum to provide back up.