[!] This is a Prophecy, and may only be experienced by those capable of witnessing it. [Seers, Azdrazi, Witches with Orb, etc.]

Odd howling emanated throughout the Northern part of Aevos, followed by loud thuds. The ground almost shaking with each step.

 You venture farther into the snow, panicked. Escaping from the hellish Kingdom through the gates, as it was all engulfed in snow. The screams of Descendants only muffled by that of the gargantuan.

Struggling to make out the direction of the creature, for each step was far too loud. Each step rang within your ears.

But you knew you had to run.

Thud.

Thud.

THUD.

A gargantuan creature of Frost stood before you, walking on all fours. It stopped, peering down at you. A wave of dread washed over you. A wave of cold- for you knew whatever created it, was one of unholy means.

An ear-piercing shriek was let loose, as you began to run once more. Boots digging into the snow beneath, each step felt heavier than the next, until both legs gave out, locked in place.

It was then, that you noticed a thick layer of ice encasing your legs, as ice weaved about your form, trailing back towards the heights of the mountains. For a humanoid silhouette stood beside the creature, eyes of piercing azure locked towards your direction.

I found him, Mother!
Shouted a Witch 

You wake up.

[!] An eye of Iblees loomed upon the swamps.

Steel Haze (Where Truths Meet)

Dangers on Aevos are ever present. Along the swamp marshes where the regency meets a small duchy. The legion of Iblees descends down from the north. Leaving behind only the scars of a grand battle between the Old Dark and the Radiant Light of the Templars. 

Where blades clashed, the Frost Mother Naele spoke in a dreadful tongue. The roadside stop for weary travelers was suddenly plunged into chaos. The miasma of snow roared as the witches weaved great spikes of ice, tearing through nearby structures, parting the very ground that all stood upon. Warlocks and magi flung their spells while the knights of hell skirmish with soldiers. 

Such was an odd night, for horribly large creations of ice seemed to sprout left and right. The very earth shook, as winds violently picked up. The Mother’s raging heart projecting onto all those that surrounded her; not even the poor demons could see within such a storm, let alone the Descendants they slaughtered.
 

Blinded by the Mother's Rage, the men value the state of their soul over their pride.

Two templars stared down the raging storm, venturing in blind.

A mighty Bulwark presses on, intent to run its gear heart dry to defend those it considers worthy. A boulder suddenly flew within that storm, crashing onto that Automaton, who stood his ground despite the battering. Where conflicting odds clashed, resolve was tested in each that day. Courage carrying those that remained in the sphere of ice and snow that plagued a road stop in the eastern swamp. The remainder, fled within the Cathedral. Wounded, bleeding out.

The Legion's forces regroup as the storm begins to die down. The Light Bearers push in as more ice is weaved around them. Stones turn, the earth splits open. Ravines form as the battle grows more intense, Dividing the two conflicted forces. Battered and wounded, both decide to leave the fray. A dreadful mark on the land

We are the Old Dark.

Huge shoutout to Reecedh, Publius and Jester for this amazing opportunity!