<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br/><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Northeastern Sea, traveling to Northern Continent<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Traveling, recruiting<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: None</strong></div><br/>The seas were smooth and a little chilly, such a departure from that of the desert. Rumplestiltskin had decided to leave behind the land that had been his home for so long and had left largely devastated in his wake. Those that had succeeded in fleeing were scattered to the other three landmasses and while he would eventually either subjugate them or wipe them out, for the moment, he merely wished to build up his own power base and the simplest way to do this would be to gather an army of the dumbest brutes he could think of. To the North, the continent mostly covered in ice and home to the vast Russian and Scandinavian mythical provinces, he knew he could find scads of hideous, powerful trolls in the forests. Such primitive but powerful creatures could be easily bent to his will if he simply promised them a land covered in darkness in which the sunlight that cursed their flesh to turn to stone would never be able to touch them again.<br/><br/>He had summoned a great leviathan from the depths as a vessel to carry him and his army from the Eastern Continent to the Northern one. The men were all too frightened to even look down at the beast, staying in the center of its head, terrified to look at the tentacles that the great Kraken was using to propel them towards their new destination. Rumplestiltskin was amused that even those who had sworn their lives to him and would be in no danger from the beast he controlled were still so fearful. Good. That was the kind of relationship he wanted with them. Fear would mean they would never dare cross him.<br/><br/>Stepping onto the frozen dirt at the edge of the Southeastern coast of the Northern Continent, he knew the journey would take them through the Russian territory first, before they got to the Scandinavian region where the forests were teeming with trolls. Who knew what kind of opposition-or allies-they would meet along the way...