AMIA ARCHIVE • View topic - Ever-Frost

Some week ago in the areas of Frozenfar, Forrstakkr and Brogendenstein rumors spread that the famous Master Rashim, also known the Master of the Freezing Fist, has come to Frozenfar to teach young monks. Apart of those areas, those news also have spread through all of Faerûn, wherever there is ice and snow.

Soon thereafter, the Chapel of Auril seems to inhabit more life than usual. A group of very different individuals are seen training regularly with an elderly man with faint white glowing eyes and frost colored robes. If approached, he proudly introduces himself as Master Rashim, monk of Auril, the Frost Maiden.

The training grounds seem provisory for now. A few archery/shuriken targets and combat dummies are spread throughout the snow near the temple.

The High Priestess for the main part remains in the temple, heeding her rituals and prayers and answering the concerns of the servants of the Frost Maiden. "IceDiamond", as she introduces herself, seems to be a young priestess with an ageless expression. Her face void of any emotion and frozen as if made of ice, yet with the distinct beauty of an iceflower.

In the wilds of Forrstakkr, Brogendenstein and Frozenfar, travellers regularly spot two large winterwolves. A male and a female. Watching, observing. The male occasionally approaches people randomly, introducing himself as "FrostHowl" and herald of the ForstMaiden, speaking in fluent common.

//Decided to google a bit and to give it a bit "closer" feel:

IceDiamond:
http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/3 ... derx23.jpg

FrostHowl (bigger one) and Icefang (smaller one):
http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb32 ... wolf64.jpg

Meek'Ana can be seen jogging around Chillroad. After her jog, the Kobold would talk with FrostHowl, sharing stories and lessons. She seems to be enjoying the Monk-hood.

For the first time in many a year a familiar voice can be heard, drifting from the vast sea of rolling waves and floating ice. At first it's hard to recognise by those who knew it so well and it seems to come from all the directions of the realm of Umberlee, but if eyes had exerted themselves to the distant horizon one could have seen a float of ice moving counter to the others, slowly but surely approaching the land and with it the voice growling more distinct to the ear. The voice sounds brittle and hoarse, as if much un used but with a quality of remembered skill exceeding and resounding with a zeal tinged at the edges by near madness.

Some distance off Endir's Point the ice float touches land an a man stumbles off of it, white and blue clothing hanging in shreds from his grey skinned body covered in ice crystal tattoos, a back scarred by the whip marks of one long in extreme devotions. The face bearded, but fair. The hair ice blue grown over long. Rams horns growing from his skull and all white blue flecked eyes staring out with an intensity as fierce as the sun glaring of the fresh fallen snow. In his hand he clutches a violin of pale white wood, with silver ice crystal inlay.

He looks straight into the direction of Chillwyck and laughs loudly, madly, joyously! And so he makes his way, till at last he sees his work of many years past. The white walls, high roof, tall crystal topped tower. He knows the place well and she who dwells within. And so his voice echoes across the town and off the cliffs.

'The Maiden's call! Strong as the blizzards, eternal as the great ice! I've heard her command and I come and soon shall I set foot within my own works again. The world has not forgot my song and never or ever shall it so!'

The voice trails off into maddening laughter again as the figure disappears towards the south. It seems next to servants new servants old are drawn once more towards the inhabited fringes of the Maidens realm.

around the common places of frost a large clearly aurillite halforc with a insane big axe and white as snow armoure is easy to been seen walking around and when ask talking about the return of the white guard!!! and the days of old, he spend lots of time in endirs tavern, taking notes and scribing documents in and around chilliwick, or elsewhere walking around and speaking with al kinds of high and low placed people and hes not realy trying to hide anything just... a thing that wants people to know he is back in thise world

all hail Auril

Every once and a while a rumor about a white clad figure walking trough the furthest reaches of the frozenfar seemingly unhindered by the storms and cold would reach the frontiers of civilization. Every search for this elusive white spector however seems to lead to a dead end, no traces, no remains only bitter cold.

A single steel-scaled dragonwrought Kobold stalks the snow lands with a Dire Weasel companion. They do not stray far from Wyvern territory. The Kobold approaches no one it may observe wandering, but does not shy from dialogue when it is offered. It is clad in grey wolf pelts, forming a robe, which is decorated with Io's holy symbol and Draconic iconography.

Last evening Frozenfar suddenly fell silent for several moments. Even the wind, so it seemed, stopped blowing. It was a very cold evening for this time of the year. Then the very isle shook. Once... twice. A flash of bright white light in the distance.

Moments later a fierce roar cut through the icey silence. In the midst of the isle, a huge white dragon rose. The ancient wyrm circled the isle a few times... then was seen heading towards the glacier, breathing a cone of ice.

After that, the majestic creature disappeared from sight.

A resident War-Knight in Endir's Point looked up into the sky with awe. Her vision was obscured by the suns reflection on the snow, but she still heard the dragon's roars. A grin slowly crept up on her as she continued watching the skies. After it receded she took pause and shook her head as she laughed. She looked around at the walls of the town, at the buildings and at it's people. She then frowned as she began to doubt these people could survive against a Dragon. She approached the Militia and spoke in a serious tone to them.

If there's a Dragon on the loose, what are you going to do now?

The man simply quirks a brow as he answers plainly. "This is the land of frost and snow. As everyone with some sense in mind we pay our tributes and will be spared by her wrath. You should do the same if you truly are one of the frozen lands."

The militia seems somewhat wary of the dragon, some of the villagers seem frightened and speak in hushed tones about a long winter and better increasing their tributes.

Many pray at the temple of Shaundakul. Many more at least give a small tribute to the ice queen, as is the habit in almost all regions of Fearun which are covered in ice and snow all year.

Well, I'll do that then. If it does attack anyway, I'll help you train for it, if you want.

She then returned home for the briefest moment. She came back out, her Greataxe equipped and she walked out the gates towards the Frozen Wastes. Deep within, with her cloak wrapped around her, she came upon a shrine and made an offering of a few thousand gold and promptly returned to Endir's, and finally back home.

Lacking any wisom whatsoever, she did indeed hack and slash through a lot of Aurelites in hopes to appease Auril by offering her a small sum of gold instead.

((Did you hack yourway through the vixens for that?))

((Addition: *Somewhere below sea level a Dutchmen giggles*))

A dutiful Kobold followed the path of the white wyrm, bearing offerings of Bison meat.

In the tavern of endir a few days after thise a great half orc wel known to the locals with white hair and bleu skin seems rather happy more then normal and giving rounds of strong drinks

The blind Kobold monk is seen beating up the Large Trolls that inhabit the roads to the East.

A human female in white robes, with wild white hair travels more often out of Endir's Point than she had before. She can occasionally be seen opening a leyline portal heading to parts unknown.

A man in Aurilite robes is found dead at some point, buried under layers of impacted snow. It appears even her followers are not safe from her domain.

Crystal enters the Frostmaiden's church with another human female looking for someone to introduce ""Angelisa" to.

Anyone inside the church, particularly the High Priestess, Ice Diamond, would have heard the new female with light red hair ask to go and speak somewhere privately. Crystal suggested the Inn in Endir's Point and the two left.

A short time later Crystal returned to the church, though she did not enter. Auril's elite guards outside could plainly see that the young monk was covered in blood. However, it seemed she wasn't unduly injured. Apparently the trip didn't end so well for someone. The trolls east of Endir's Point might seem well fed, or her Goddess could be happy with a new aquisition.

Crystal knelt on the cliff outside of the church to meditate. The thought briefly crossed her mind that she would have to go soon and figure out how to wash blood out of white cloth.

Ever-Frost

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