Michele
Lady Marnie Carter
Outskirts of Grand Stead

The lady of the Witherlands huffed as she lumbered up the gentle slope of the street. The children at the top jeered, chanting "Beached whale, beached whale, go back to the ocean!" 

She had no time for their silly games. She had been away for far too long. *I'm coming, Papa Ice*, repeated in her head, her mantra to keep going. "Will you welcome me back into your arms, Papa Ice? Or will you turn me way, unable to recognize your dear Marnie?" She said out loud. It was true that she looked rather different from a year ago. She had grown in more ways than one. On top of it all, she had gained a new lazy eye due to an unfortunate boating accident. She had gone for a swim and a passing boat crossed her path. The men aboard jabbed their spears at her, crying "Thar she blows!" She escaped with her life, but not with the proper alignment of her eyes. 

"You know me, Papa Ice. You know it's Marnie, your baby girl," She said, unsticking her matted blond hair from her slick forehead. It wasn't long until she was finally home. Her footfall immediately cracked the stone step. 

"Papa ice, it's me. Home, at last," She whispered, trembling at the door.
Tammy
The Guardsmen
Outskirts of Grandstead 

The men stood at attention, sharpening their gazes at the great gargantuan gimp lumbering towards the confines of the castle. 

"What is *That?*" One of them asked, dumbfounded.

"It's a land leviathan! Only legends have spoke of their existence!" Another sounded. 

"What do we do?!" They asked collectively, as the beast banged against the gates, shouting to sate its unquenchable appetite. 

"We follow our training." A gruff voice emerged from the battlements. Commander Glarby Sillyweed stepped forward, sharpening his gaze at the guardsmen. "Are you all soft in the head?! We are clearly under siege now. We cannot let this withering whale take what is ours. She would have our food, every last crumb of it. No crumb will be lost under my watch," Commander Sillyweed declared. "You there, boy," He grabbed one of the guardsmen. "What is your favourite food?" He asked with an intense stare.

"Durkhish Delight, Commander. Sweet and fishy." The guard responded promptly.

"Are you going to let this creature snatch the supple goods, right out of your hands?!" Commander Sillyweed shouted.

"No, they're delicious." He responded simply. 

"Uh... Gentlemen, I think she's eating through the steel of the gates," Another guard voiced his concern in the midst of the interrogation. 

"We must hold this castle for the honour of our Ruler! Men, ready your arrows!" They all did as he bid. 

"Nock!" The guardsmen all readied themselves.

"Draw!" Slowly, they pulled back on their strings.

"Loose!" In one fell swoop, dozens upon dozens of arrows entered the beast's blubber, piercing it and sending it backwards to watery depths from whence it came. Commander Sillyweed repeated the orders until the beast retreated, tripped and rolled all the way down the mountain, sending rumbles akin to an earthquake through out the stronghold. 

"Fine work, gentlemen," He said after the battle had ended.

"Actually, Commander, I think that was the Ice Lord's daughter. She was due back today." 

Commander Sillyweed looked mournfully at the gaping hole her movements had created.
Michele
Lady Marnie Carter
The outskirts of Grand Stead

The Big Little Lady of Grand Stead watched as a volley of arrows flew overhead, killing the great beast that had been following her for days. The leviathan had plagued her journey, death looming above her meaty head at every turn. Yet, she endured, for the sake of seeing Papa Ice once more. She hoped he'd recognize her. She had changed ever so much. When the beast was struck down, she jumped with joy, rattling the men above. She knew the good men of Grand Stead would defend her, as they always had. 

"Papa Ice's men..." She whispered. "Isis men. The men belonging to my father, Papa Ice." 

Marnie took three wobbly steps up the great staircase of Grand Stead and took the frail hand of the aging Commander Sillyweed. "You, my loyal servant, saved the life of Papa Ice's only remaining child." She tugged him with the strength of five bears, so that he fell upon his knees. She coughed in his face, her breath was hot. "But what do I know?" 

Marnie began dragging him up the stairs as she continued her quest to find her Papa Ice. "I like you. For your valor in the heat of my battle, my Papa Ice will surely make you the Lord of the Barrmount. As his only living daughter, I have the authority to make you the Lord of the Barrmount. You are now Lord of the Barrmount."
Tammy
Commander Glarby Sillyweed
Big Business, the Outskirts of Grand Stead

Upon further evaluation of the scene, one his underlings piped up again. "Oh, actually, the lady was shielded underneath the beast's blubber. She's safe and sound." He sounded almost disappointed. 

"Ah, splendid!" Commander Sillyweed was rejoiced, the thought of being sentenced to death for the massacre of the Ice Lord's daughter had sent a queer chill up his malformed spine. He had crippling scoliosis. But he did remark in his mind, how good it felt to shoot that morbidly massive, fleshy and fubsy creature repeatedly. Hearing the squelch of steel rod entering fat made his whiskers tickle. 

"Lady Marnie... Lady Marnie," He helped the other guards heave her up the stairs. "An honour to receive you in this dark hour. Your presence has breathed-" He blinked and halted momentarily as she coughed directly into his mouth, "Breathed new life in to the ever flickering light of this sacred castle." His eyes started to water once the fumes from her breath met his eyes, like rotting onions mating with a pile of dung.

The leader of the Isis men, as his battalion were known as, took an honourable knee as his lady forced him down with sheer might he had never felt before. "I live to serve, my lady. My duty is towards you, and your liiiIII- AHHH, ah," Lady Marnie was using her two meaty hands to support the entirety of her weight on his shoulders, which was exasperating his crippling scoliosis. She was awarding him titles, titles he'd never thought he'd receive in his entire career. This was the happiest moment of his life. 

"Thank... Thank you, my lady," The strain in his face was visible. He was turning a bright shade of red as the lady continued to shower him in her splendour, continuing on with her edicts she obviously had no authority to make. "I shall, I shall... I shall drape myself in your generosity, and hope to... Hope to do you proud." The further dainty Marnie went on with her proclamations, the more she leant in to him. He felt his knee dig in to the wooden floor boards and buckle. He was forced to crane his neck up to the grey sky as her pressure suffocated him. He thought he saw God in that moment.

"Lady Marnie, would you mind... Would you mind getting off of me for just one... One," He was weeping, as the little lady appeared out of breath after her few brief sentences. She leant further in on him, and further, and further. His scoliosis was on fire. He felt his spine cracking. "Oh, gods!" He felt the ground beneath him begin to rumble, and cave. He and the large leviathan toppled through the ground and fell through the battlements onto the courtyard beneath them. 

Commander Sillyweed laid there, every bone broken. Every organ crushed.
Michele
Lady Marnie Carter
The Outskats, Grand Steed

Lady Marnie's life flashed before her swollen eyeballs as she fell to the abyss. She awoke in a snow bank and gazed over to the crumpled corpse of the Lord of the Iron Plaines. "Commander Sillyweed, may you rest in ice," She whispered, closing her eyes in mourning. She popped them back open to see if anyone had wittnessed the measured grace she displayed in the face of tragedy. No one had, and she huffed, sending a dusting of snow over the commander's broken body. 

The men rushed down from the battlement. Their collective gasps and groans overpowered the howling wind, taking in the horror of their commander's fate. "You need not fear!" Lady Marnie proclaimed, "For Papa Ice will make this all right! He will lead us to the light that we've lost in this dreary druck. I have returned and he will see me. He has missed his beloved daughter." 

The men glared at her, anger blazing in their eyes. Marnie sidled to the corpse and knelt down, touching her hand to his shattered ribcage. Her broad back faced the men and she bowed her head, pretending to say a prayer. Her eyes shifted and she checked her peripherals before gingerly raising a piece of his meat to her mouth. She chewed quickly, savoring in the taste. "Rest in ice, amen," She said loudly, sucking the marrow from one of his bones and coming to a stand.