LunarTotems/Narwhal

Introduction

Laras Strongbow had no idea why he was carrying valuable artifacts to someone nicknamed 'the Unicorn', but he wasn't about to question his orders.

The trip by sled, foot and skis had been hellishly cold, and he would be glad to finally have a chance to return home to his wife.

Looking around at the barren icy landscape, he noted the large stone jutting from the ice, "it does look like a fist."

Turning to head directly North, he hoped he didn't miss the next landscape, or he would never make it home again.

Four days and Nights passed, and were it not for the supplies he had bought from one of the local Tribes, he would be dead of exposure. Despair set in as did fear, but still he struggled Northwards.

Tired, cold and lost in a storm of swirling ice and snow, Laras admitted defeat. Stumbling he fell forwards and smashed his nose on a chunk of ice.

The impact brought him back to life, and he reached out to gain support only to feel a large, massive hand grasp his shoulder.

"A little out of your element Lad, what brings you this far into my territory?"

Fearing he was delusional, Laras croaked out, "I seek the Unicorn."

Within ten minutes he had been ushered into a well protected cave, replete with animal skins, a roaring fireplace and a pot of stew. Finally given a chance to study his savior, Laras was faced with a large brutish looking fellow, with massive hands, and shoulders wide enough to sling a horse. 'Not the image the term sorcerer brings to mind' he thought.

"What brings you here man? And what are you packing in that sack you have a deathgrip on?"

Swallowing a mouthful of the stew, Laras opened the sack and pulled a Moonsilver gauntlet out, and passed it to his host, "payment. The city of Padas faces attack by Wyld Barbarians and Fae, the Realm has long since abandoned us, and the only offer of help we have recieved comes from the Shadowlands to the south of us. This object, and it's mate have been salvaged from the cities treasury to offer payment for your Sorcerous skills in defending our community."

Studying the Gauntlet with an expression of genuine amazement, 'the Unicorn' looked up, "you say you have its mate?"

"We do, and will bequeathe to you for your support."

"This may mar my reputation amongst my peers a touch, but by Luna you have yourself a deal." The massive Sorcerers face split into a wide and affable grin.

Tobias Frozen Sea Song, Sorcerer for Hire.

Charms :
Finding the Spirits Shape (Narwhal)
Towering Beast Form
Ox Body Technique
Body Weapon Technique
Deadly Claw Blow
Terrestrial Circle Sorcery
-Death of Obsidian Butterflies
-Flight of the Brilliant Raptor
-Song of Vertigo

Narwhal Form : Str: 4, Stam: 5, Horn, Aquatice, Blubber for cold.

Tell : A small moonsilver horn jutting from his forehead.

Yup, Tobias is out of the norm, a big burly No-Moon, who is swift minded, strong willed and more than a little mercenary. While he follows the Silver Pact as well as he can, new Treasures beyond the horizon, a new challenge awaiting, Fae to conquer and other enticements constantly distract him. More so, he has no hatred or disliking of civillization, his desire to dwell out in the middle of frozen nowhere is merely to allow him solitude to study and meditate.