Off of the Zipanguan Coast one can find many interesting things, perhaps the home of a mythical beast, a island claimed by a abyssal queen not content with her underwater kingdom, or even some place known for some manner of mystical attributes.
Cyrzure is the latter most of the above. Home to an ice that is said to never melt, many a frost spirit lives there. It is said that one of them, a empress amongst the others, can grant wishes. And while this has no confirmation, the mere chance of it being true is enough to lure people to the island.
A man dressed in a large coat, and accompanying warm gear, sat beside a fire. He seemed to wrap a blanket around himself for extra warmth. A large pack lay beside the log which he sat on. He was an adventurer, seeking the wish like many others. To him, it was given. "Free wishes." He thought to himself. That was his motivation to press onward through the persistan ice and snow.
Well, honestly there was more to it than that. Fame, recognition, and wishes. There was no downsides.
The snow refused to stop as he made rest, something that was consistent throughout his sojourn to Cyrzure. Night had fallen, only making the biting cold worse. He could only find solace in the fire's warmth and in that he was near one of the few settlements, Amphirite.
Although he shivered, he would rather this then sweat. To sweat in conditions like this is suicide. "Just get through this night and all will be fine," He told himself, "One more night."
Sleep was something he wanted, but made no attempt to attain. He already knew that it was going to be quite difficult to get it. Not only that, but he'd left open for an attack or something along those lines. It seemed paranoia was starting to settle in, being alone in the cold.
He inched forward a bit closer to the fire. The fire that looked like it could blow out at any minute. Warmth, it was beautiful at the moment.
As if conjured into this world by his paranoia he could hear the sound of footsteps close. Should be attempt to discern the source he could see a humanoid shape through the blizzard, walking close to him and the fire.
Footsteps. At first, the man thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Though it did not take long for him to make out the outline of a human-like shape approaching him. He quickly stood, instinctively going for the bow on his back. However, after realizing his shots would be worthless in this wind, he unsheathed the dagger attached to his waist.
"Hey! Who's there!" He shouted, a sort of uneasiness in his voice.
The figure stopped once at a distance where they could comfortably speak. "An adventurer, just like you I imagine, who seeks warmth!" The voice was feminine, and it's owner was most certainly not lying about seeking warmth.
The man's eyes narrowed, however, he pictured himself in their shoes, and lowered his blade. "I see! Come on over!" He would shout, sheathing his blade before sitting back down onto the log. Then, he kept his eyes on the figure. Letting his guard down completely was something he wasn't willing to do so easily.
Although the paranoia inside him was setting off red alarms, he ignored them. What was the worse that could happen? Besides, he'd want warmth as well.
The woman sits down on the cold ground across from him. He could now notice some of her features. Thus first was that she was wearing a fur coat and other such winter wear. The second was that she had yellow eyes that almost seemed to glow.
The third, and perhaps most obvious, was that she was a reptilian mamono. Her hair was a writhing nest of cyan serpents, and she had scales on her neck and cheeks, the same color as her hair. He could also swear that one of her arms was larger than the other, and placed closer to the fire.
"I must thank you for letting me rest here, as you can probably see people like me aren't the best for weather like this."
Upon seeing her closer, the man's breathing seemed to increase tenfold. He seemed to examine her closely. "Well, what kind of person would I be to turn you away?" He would say in response to her thanks.
"Uh, yeah... I'm fine. Just, er, nevermind. I'm fine." The man explained with a shaky voice. It was obvious something was troubling him, but he wasn't going to admit it. "So, I assume you decided to put yourself through this hell for the same reason as me? The wishes?" His eyes seemed to shift, in a manner that would cause distrust.
"My name's-" Before the man could finish, he heard footsteps followed by some sort of groaning sound. "The hell...?" He thought before shaking his head, stanind, and pulling out his knife just like before. "Two people in the span of what... Minutes?"
"Hey! Who's there?" He repeated the same exact words as before...
The man would stand there in silence, staring for a moment. Though, he ultimately caved in. "Alright! Come on over!" He shouted before sitting back down onto his log. "My name is Sawyer." Now his eyes seemed to watch her 'arm'.
The figure would slowly approach, appearing out of the blinding snow. He had four defining features: His mismatched eyes, his attire, his usually large hands, and for whatever reason, was not shivering. He'd take a seat on a log near the fire and gave a sigh. "...thank you..." He said while watching the flames dance.
Monsuta... Furiku... We'll just go with Monsuta for the time being. Looked at Sawyer. "Snoring. Beneath the snow." He didn't seem worried... Of course, he hasn't given any expression the entire time he was at the camp. "Good hearing. Sounds far away. It's how I found your camp, crackling of the fire."
Reukra meets his stare. "I should probably go see what is making that snoring sound, I doubt it is pleasant to sleep beneath the snow." She gets up off the ground and begins to walk in the general direction of the snoring.
By now what had once been a snow storm was now a light snowfall, and they could see some rabbits and other wildlife out and about.
Sawyer watched Reukra walk off, a sigh of relief parting from his mouth. "Monster and Freak... Well, those aren't too kind names," Saywer started, "Want a different name?" He asked, turning his head to face Monsuta.
Meanwhile, several miles away, a young man had found the slightest bit of shelter from the cold within a small space underneath the snow, hollowed out from below a tree. He checked his rations and knew full well that he wouldn’t have enough food for the journey further into Cyrzure. He kept his coat tight around him as he curled up onto a pile of leaves for a bedroll. “Anything... anything I could ask...” He shivered, both from the sheer cold of the ice and the thought of his wish having even the slightest chance of coming true.
He slowly rose and checked the buckle of his knife, just in case. His face was blasted with the frost outside as he peeked from out of the hole beneath the tree, hoping that whoever was out there was friendly.
“H-Hello? Is someone there?”
He packed the few things he had and climbed out from the hole. He took several steps before faltering, the chill of the isle overwhelming his muscles. “I’ve never f-felt... this c-cold before...” He took a few more steps towards the Glacie before falling down, his body shaking rapidly as hypothermia slowly took its toll, having been stranded for over several days.
The Glacie groans, it wouldn't do for this man to die here! She grabbed him, ignoring the little voice who told her she was making things worse, and lifted him up. The Glacie began walking towards the dirt path, and unbeknownst to her, Sawyer's camp.
Immediately after being lifted up, he felt like he had been frozen completely. He felt a gradual sense of loneliness in his chest as he tried to keep himself warm, his teeth chattering so much that he couldn’t speak.
Grey would stand up as the Glacie approached and turned to them. "I see your human is freezing to death. I suggest you put him near the fire." He invited. Still as monotoned and expressionless as ever to even at the sight.
It too kind several moments for him to finally warm up again, and once he could stand without falling over, he quickly hugged the Glacie with a blush before sitting back down by the fire. Unbeknownst to him, his iced heart was beginning to show its signs. “T-Thank you...”
Sawyer couldn't bring himself to pull of the shtick he had done already. He could not believe how many different people came to his camp in one day, all because of fire. "Well, hello," He'd finally say, looking at the man and Glacie.
“So...” he reached his hands out to the fire for more warmth. “I presume we’re all hear for wishes, though I suppose all we can do is hope that the stories are true.” He glanced over at where the Glacie had sat.
“I’m just concerned about the authenticity of the rumors,” He’d sigh. “I’ve heard of people traveling here to have their wishes be granted, but I don’t really hear about them returning with what they came for.”
“I can’t bear to think that I’ll be stranded on an island with a never-ending winter for the rest of my life. While I think my wish is worth that, I just hope it is not the case.” He’d undo his knapsack and pull out a pan flute, brushing the dirt and snow off of it. “My name is Roran, by the way.”
“Yes,” Roran would unsheathe his knife and start to carve at the flute’s holes to tune them. “Those tales of chivalrous and selfless individuals who wish for a bettering of the common good. I guess it wouldn’t matter if we’re laughed at; we’d be staying here forever.”
“Perfection...” Roran tested his flute with a few blows through each pipe. “In every which way? Knowledge, appearance, physicalities. You wouldn’t be able to die if you wanted universal perfection.” He’d stare at his flute, zoning out. “You’d practically be a god at that point.”
"... I have come to realize in my search for perfection that I can never attain that. I doubt anything short of remaking the universe could achieve that. But I wish to climb as close as I can to it! Starting by removing my deformity." At this she pulls up her coat sleeve, and reveals her left arm.
It was a much larger version of the snakes that made up her hair was a easy way to describe it. It's head was surrounded by a mane of blue fur, and had a maw fill with fangs that were surely venomous. It's underbelly was a light teal.
"Well, I wish you luck in your goal. I ought to take advantage of the morning while it lasts and make it to Amphirite. I hear the countess there knows where this wish giving spirit resides." She covered her left arm up and got up.
"Well I don't see the harm in it, so you may." When Grey gets closer to her she adds. "Though this Countess seems to be a rather nasty piece of work if I wasn't lied to. She apparently consorts with some strange bug demon, is insane, and is a monster disguised as a human! It's probably all just slander, but you never know."
The structures were mainly stores, he could see a shop selling candy and frozen treats owned by a Alraune and Oomukade. He could see multiple taverns and inns offering warmth, and he could even see the town square where... Oh dear, looks like they arrived just in time to see an execution!
In the town square upon a platform a line of three men, a Kunoichi, and a human woman, they all looked rather worse for ware. Aside the line a shivering Ratatoskr read from a scroll.
"-Attempted Murder of her serene grace, Countess Audrey! The punishment they face is death! However, our eternally merciful Countess will allow them a chance to live, should a champion stand up before everything is prepared!"
Grey nodded and headed back to the group. "If I win this 'Trial by Combat' than the Countess should take notice... Hopefully. If not that, at least I was able to save the living..." He looked down at his hand.
"Though the fresh body parts would have proven useful..." He said under his breath. He then looked up, catching Roran. "You were the nearly frozen corpse... Roran was it? I suspect that your tagging along like me?" But it would seem that Roran ignored him and went up to ask his own question.
“I never said that. All I’m saying is to be careful,” He’d look up at the convicted row of people. “You came for a wish to be granted, and I’m sure you’d want it to be granted under any circumstances.”
"I would like to see my wish come true but I assure you that I will survive these trials as there's much of me you haven't seen. There's also something else..." He said as he looked at the row of people up for execution.
"To save life from the cold hands of death. To keep the warmth of the living instead of turning them into cold corpses... Or so I've been told. I desire to protect that." He closed his eyes.
"While my desire for my wish comes first; even if I have to kill the thing I also desire to protect; this is a case where I can do both at the same time. Though, I may have to kill during the trials, so be it. I've also already said I'd do it." He then opened his eyes once more.
"All our talking is just making time go by. There are more important things to be done. Just believe me when I say I'll survive."
Once silence was restored to the campfire, a gloved hand of steel and chain mail crossed the ice and the snow. Opening the way for a helmet, then an armor. A heavy crossbow and a two-handed sword for visible weaponery. A tabard with the coat of arms of very specific organisation, floating in the wind ... The paladin retrieved his tent buried under the ice, rolled it and hung it on his big travel bag.
He approached the remains of the camp and examined the tracks. Confirming his suspicions ... He withdrew his tabard and he hid it in the bottom of his bag. Before following the tracks in the snow.
"Hmm, a library... I hope you know I have never been here in my life, and all know is from rumors. Well, except for the mines, I had a... Night Time Affair, with someone who worked there." She says, before adding. "I'm certain you'll find it if you look around. "
After finishing, Roran set down the sword and clutched at his chest, suddenly feeling very alone, as if the winter’s frost had struck his heart. He felt compelled to express his forlornness, to which he unconsciously started to play another tune on his pan flute, channeling all of his emotion into a powerful spell song. 
He moves away from the mamono and studies the situation, his eyes falling on the condemned.
He checks through his helmet to see if other peoples were standing around them. Wondering if discussing was a safe idea. After all, they were already screwed. Why would they keep the juiciest secrets hidden?
Grey nodded and handed over the silver. He'd then start back to his group while reading the book. The sharpness wasn't bad... But wasn't amazing. He should get to sharpening it as Grey requested. Probably bring it to a blacksmiths.
"Mount Holon, a popular destination amongst adventures. For near the mountains peak lives a Ice Spirit so powerful that she can grant wishes. Only a handful of people have reached the mountain, and only two have made it through her attempts at wedding out the unworthy. The first being some manner of Saurian templar, who left empty handed after realizing the Spirit wasn't a source of corruption.
The second to reach this point is some manner of Automaton. I am sadly in the dark on whether or not it got whatever wish it sought, as it left Cyrzure the very same night." Read the book Grey had checked out.
Roran would find a Khepri Smith who offered to sharpen the blade for ten silver.
Roran would sit at the bar front, waiting for the bartender to get to him. He’d hold his pan flute in his hands firmly, almost to the point of damaging it. He had to put it down before he broke it; the forlornness was gradually spreading still.
The Guard seemed reluctant to answer, but after his fellows encouraged him to do so he sighed. "They claim she's some sort of demon, and that any ruler who has lied about such a major thing for so long no longer deserves to rule."
Roran thanked the bartender and brought a stool to the middle of the room, sitting down with his flute. Even with the heavy heart he currently had, he knew that the last thing a frequenter would want was a solemn tune. He focused on his happier and lighter mood, brought his instrument to his lips, and played a subtly enchanted song, hoping to lift the mood. 
The Kunoichi took out what looked to be a... Jar of some manner of blue honey. A guard snatched it from her, muttering about how unbelievable it was that she managed to avoid losing it. "That's her lackluster proof."
The mood in the inn seemed to brighten. A glass of Sake appeared at his side while he played.
Sawyer would eventually enter the city. While the others left, he remained beside the warm fire. Just him and his thoughts. However, as the silence gre louder, he eventually packed his things and left.
The man was beginning to think that he had made the right choice by making room for someone else and just listening to the conversation. Hurrying to turn the next page of his book to maintain the illusion.
"..." Grey took a glance at the jar of blue honey than to the Kunoichi. "I have no more questions. Sorry to bother you all." He said, turned around and walked away all the while giving the paladin a stare. He then headed back to his group and sat down.
As Roran finished his song, he bowed before the patrons before drinking the cup of sake in a few gulps and leaving it on the bar, along with a silver coin as a tip. He then headed out to find Grey and Reukra, as well as Sawyer, who had just seemed to arrive.
Grey would take a glance at Reukra. It was his usual cold, emotionless look but there was something more to it... Something that nobody could put their finger on. He then stared forward before standing up. "I'm going to go find out where I'm supposed to go for these trials." He said and went back over to the guard.
“Did it not occur to you that perhaps they want us to champion the convicted, just so they can get a spectacle of us dying? And if Grey does succeed, the Countess may accuse us of treason for saving her alleged assassins.” Roran shivered. “I’ve seen this before, with a town in West Zipangu. It was not a pretty sight.”
"I can imagine." he smiled amused. Being himself adept of black humor and sarcasm.
"Do you know why they tried this? I have heard of demons ... but that does not seem to be their favorite area of activity... And I can't imagine a kunoïchi trying to slay a demon . " he glanced at the kunoïchi, suspicious.Before returning to hisinterlocutor.
After Grey arrived at the location he would turn to say something to his group about what to do after but he saw no one was there... "I see... Left to do the dirty work..." He gave a sigh. It reminded him of a certain someone... He headed to where he needed to go to start the trials.
"Who can say? Could be because they don't want some radical changing Amphirite into a demon realm. All I know is that I am punished for being a good Samaritan." The woman says.
"Right than! I'll pay, think of it as thanks for letting me sit by the fire." Reukra says before hunting for a tavern.
Inside the arena there were a few spectators. The most important one being a tall woman. She had blue hair that went down to her waist and ice blue eyes. She was wore a fur cloak. Her skin was a paste white. This was Countess Audrey.
Across from him stood a mechanical... Anteater? It's eyes were an acid green and multiple lines of a similar color went from its back to it's gauntlet like hands. He could see three nozzles on each hand.
Roran would enter the arena with Grey, giving a hopeful smile. “Remember, I’m up with the spectators if you need aid.” He then parted with Grey to sit down in a vacant seat, his flute half hidden in his jacket.
Grey nodded to Roran. At least someone came along. He then faced the mental anteater, raising an eyebrow. His eyes were quickly analyzing it before the fight started. He wondered if there was going to be an announcer or if they were just going to start.
"Hm..." If he had to guess it was going to fire some sort of magic. The distance he had to travel would mean he wouldn't be able to attack first against a ranged enemy... As he continued to analyze it he drew his weapon and started a moderate pace towards it. The entire time he was unusually unblinking.
Grey would stop and look down at the liquid. Acid... Alright... Grey, making a quick decision and suddenly dashed to the left and started to circle the metal anteater at an inhuman speed creating a wall of dust around the two. His amber eye slowly glowed...
"That won't stop me." Grey said as the wall of dust suddenly turned into a blazing inferno and Grey was set ablaze. While it didn't melt the ice near instantly it weakened a bit and using the momentum from his speed punched through the ice and carried on into the side of the anteater. The machine would then shatter through the ice and out of the inferno on its side, a large dent in its other side. Grey would quickly sprint out of the fading inferno at the anteater. The hand he punched the machine beast with looked mangled and broken but strangley he didn't look a bit in pain.
She could perhaps be forgiven for her capture, as Audrey was a skilled fighter in her days before ascending to her current position. It also helped to have someone who excels at finding out things they shouldn't know in your employ.
As for the Kunoichi? She had none of her typical equipment on her, unless you count her tail as such.
(Would you not take a prisoner's items away from them?)
"I'm not as certain of it as I would like to be, but I have had some suspicions for awhile. Such as how five years ago she had disappeared for a week and came back... Different, her personality had changed, though it was a rather small change. Her appearance became more appealing. The greatest change was perhaps her new interest in finding a husband, when prior to her disappearance she displayed a supreme disinterest in such."
(My character is geared has a knight in plate and mails, long sword and crossbow... so I doubted a kunoïchi dressvery light dress could be useful ... and if she ever has smoke bomb, or other ninja gear... I wouldn't have the training to use them efficiently anyway... nunchaku in my own face XD )
"A Lilim?" he tried with an unconfortable frown, thinking about the rumors about Druella.
"Well, this is not my specialty I would say ... So why try to prevent it?" I thought corrupting political leaders to rally them to your cause was the specialty of your ... clan? " he asked suspiciously. Because that was the big problem he detected in this story.
"Not to mention the murder that is not really wanted by monsters in general, who prefer raping and taking home."
"Amphirite, and indeed most other settlements in this island are monster friendly already, what I intended to prevent was the transformation into a dark demon realm. Like... Lescatie, for example. Nothing causes Anti-Monster cities to go forward on crusades quite like that. And while I certainly distaste the act of murder, I also distaste the chances of many more suffering instead."
Just looking at her suddenly reminded her of the Glacies. His heart started aching again; the sake he had earlier did seem to help. He tried to ignore it, attempting to get his mind off of it by watching the fight. She must be one of them... or have their abilities...
(I was going to do something else, but as you said, she is definitely described as a Yuki of other high ranking ice mamono, and I would find it difficult to justify why exactly it would be that something else.)
"All depend for who." he added with a dry smile. Knowing all to well on whose side poseidon truly is. That and the fact he hate deep water and get seasick easily when it start to move. The travel to this island was a freaking nightmare, always under the whim of Poseidon.
"May the gods smile upon you all!" he declared before turning to leave. Having a lot to think.
"Huhm, well, I don't know where I was born. However, I was raised in a small town far from here. Durmont. I was adopted, by a Lizardman. Raised to fight, which was to be expected. Didn't know who my father was, he went missing when I was young. Or so I've been told." Sawyer then stopped for a quick breath before taking a swig from the glass of whiskey.
Up until this point, Sawyer had attempted his best to avoid looking at the snake like parts of Reukra's body. However, now that she had brought up the breathing, he felt as though he had to explain himself. "...Snakes." The word left his mouth quietly, and it seemed he felt bad saying it.
After asking the question, the pace of his breathing once again increased. After a qucik sip of his drink, however, it slowly returned to normal. "Bad... Bad memories..." He explained before taking slow, deep breaths.
Deciding not to press for more information she returned to her drink. " if it were any other thing I would have offered to relieve the pain. But clearly attempts like that would do more harm than good." The tone she used when saying relieve left no doubt to how she would have done it.
Sawyer would finish his drink as he spoke, pondering on the word 'relieve'. He couldn't help but wonder. Of course, this made him nervous, as it reminded him of his past. The whole reason this fear started...
Normally, he would have said something. Anything to break the silence, but for this one time, he could only sit there quietly, hoping something would happen to shatter the quiet.
Sir Fayard, who had closed his visor to protect himself a little from the cold outside, looked for a counter, or at least an employee. Trying not to pay attention to the serpents on the head of someone.. Making him considering turning back.
Fayard began to search under his breastplate which he had slightly detached at the moment. From there came out a little leather purse, and began to search. "Do you accept continental currencies?" He had trouble catching the pieces with his steel gauntlet.
It’s mechanical. I’d doubt it would have a weakness to cold, due to the environment. If Grey can wield fire, it might be hot enough to melt the metal...
Roran wanted to call this out to Grey, but was afraid that any interference would be punished. All he could do was endure the ice in his heart and hope that Grey would come to the same realization.
Grey would duck under the acid jet and place his hand on the ground, his other blue eye glowing before the surrounding ground became covered in solid ice. He'd get back up, his blue eye dimming and his red eye glowing once more. His feet would then light a blaze which melted any ice under his feet, allowing him to run while letting the machine struggle to get footing... Or what he believed would happen. He'd then attempt to outmaneuver the machine, running to its bad side and charging.
"I've seen enough." Came the cold voice of Audrey. Upon hearing this Grey finally leans what the final nozzle shoots, as the Automaton shoots an orange liquid at it's feet. With this action it teleports next to the Countess.
Grey would stop, look around, before looking up at the Countess. He assumed she either got bored or didn't want her toy to be broken... Of course, he wasn't there to entertain, simply fight. He waited for what she was going to say. His hand also seemed to have healed... Even though it was broken moments before.