Iceland's Heart

Secret Mission: Assault the Ice Crown Palace!
During the week long purchase of the Phoenix Guild's service in the war between the Council's reinforced mass of Stella and the Coven and Black Hell's backed Iceberg, another mission was mounted far away from the encroaching, frozen borders. Near the northern sea encompassing the shores of the ice land drew in a large assortment of warriors of magical affluence, all of them given a specific task. Throwing themselves into the thick vapor that wrapped around a perpetual cold zone of a massive city of ice, marble and stone, all surrounding a propped up spire of a majestic castle.

Like a meticulously crafted glass monument, Ice Crown Palace was a testament to the magical craftsmanship that hasn't changed like the climate of its country. For over a thousand years its stood while the rest of the country spread outward like a virus of cold. The rest of the city surrounding it was mere stone before the splendor of its greatest wonder, all paling in comparison to the marble structure that had long since frozen over. If the Sun could shine through the spiraling clouded heavens above, it'd surely shine with magnificent radiance.

But, like all things coming from Iceberg, it was nothing but a symptom of a cold frost of apathy as much as cruelty. With their fate sealed by allying with known criminals, the Armed Wizards -clothed in bright colors of the Council- dove head first over the surrounding structures closest to the palace. Unleashing a slew of magicks that lit up the otherwise dimly lit vapor field, brick, mortar and frozen moisture was ripped asunder from the sheer ferocity of the area of effect their spells had on the surrounding environment.

One squadron though, had more subdued colored uniforms of grey and white. They dropped onto the upper balconies of Ice Crown, clinking ever-so slightly as the frost in the air became more dense within the opening they sought to enter. Regardless, they crept in carefully, weapons drawn and feet walking across the ice layered floor with care to not slip.

"Ugh, this frost is playing havoc on my senses," Rubie whispered from her scarf layered face, holding her broom aloft in diagonal to both of her gloved hands. "I can't imagine what it'd be like to spy here. I can't even focus on what's a few feet in front of me."

"It's a good thing the Queen isn't known for hiding," Aria intoned, her body billowed up in a long cloak that concealed her voluptuous frame and warmed her considerably. The Anti-Ice Barriers she instilled around their skin did much to resist the harshness of the elements, but it still helped to wear warm clothing like this. Smiling over at Roland and Constantine, she couldn't help but giggle at them. "Otherwise we'd have to keep you two restrained while rampaging in an ice fortress."

"I don't rampage when a mission this important is concerned," Constantine replied with disdain, his sharp brows furrowing more than usual. He wore a winter coat over his usual jacket, doing little to alter his usual black-red apparel he wore over his person. With guns already drawn, he continued to saunter forward without as much as a hint of slipping, with feet sinking through the ice and touching the marble with audible hisses from his own considerable aura of heat barely suppressed. "Can't speak for Roland, though."