<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Karn Shademore<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near forest, Academy Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Task Force Schwarz<br/><br/>Karn regarded Vasili with confusion. "Why do you call me 'Fatboy'? I am not overweight, I am the correct weight for snapping Grimm spines. It is not my fault the rest of you are painfully underfed."<br/><br/>Turning to Enya he gave a sigh. "If you mean the chain... it is a<em>chain</em>, we<em>did</em>have those at home. If you are questioning my skill with the sled..." He expertly attached the luggage. "The dog sled was the major form of transport in winter, too dangerous to use horses when you don't know what lurks beneath the snow. One loose rock and you're flying through the air with a maimed horse following behind to crush you when you land."<br/><br/>He sighed again at the glare. "I have an oil lamp, Mistress of Spirit, and extra oil. It needs no magic and, in a pinch, can be used to start a cooking fire or light a Grimm up... permanently. Besides..." He gave his aura the little<em>twist</em>to light his eyes, a trick he'd learned to intimidate caravans into not trying to force the pass at all, but which served here to emphasize the inhuman nature of his eyes. "...I require less illumination then many of the rest of you. To say nothing of the fact that I can feel your heat from here and can taste the Beowulf which was killed, not far from here, only last night."<br/><br/>Karn mounted the sled with the ease of long practice and, while there were a few worrisome moments at the beginning when he was taken off guard by the speed of the snowmobile, he soon was following with ease.