The Great Freeze

[ItsMyWorld66 169]

Damien smiles at the falling snow drifting down, landing on his ebony hair as he watched the golden wheat wilt. Tossing his nets back into the water he sighed, enjoying the chill as he reeled in yet another fish for storage.

[Ryn Chirr 224]

Ryn pulls her coat tighter around her and glances around the unfinished keep and wall. Snow gently begins to fall as she pinches the bridge of her nose. "Winter isn't coming... It's already fawking here..."  She gathers those she cares about and leads them to her shack in the middle of no where to hunker down for the winter.

[Porkour. 235]

Björkgarr searches desperately for food in the wasteland of Thales. A hungry pig is a dead pig. It finds a fallen hero who had passed into the Aether and chews on their corpse, hoping to dull the hunger.

[Giga 357]

Gi'Garun sits perched atop the mother tree within the grove, looking out across the wintered land. He reaches up and scratches his frozen hair of leaves, sending a few tumbling down, their weight only increased by the ice.

 

"This winter is suitable for a Pine tree...not for a Pine Druid..." he mutters, watching his ice Phoenix perform loop-the-loops amidst the falling snow. "At least you are enjoying the weather Leyu..." he calls to the bird, before closing his eyes and allowing the essence of the mother tree to envelope him.

[TavernLich 324]

*Sautor Daegon enjoys his hearty emergency supply of food as children starve in the snow*

 

"MMM! I love this steak so juicy!"

 

Kid-"Please Mister can I have some?" he says weakly

 

"Get out of here you trash!"

 

Kid-"I'll kill you!" he punches Sautor in the throat and steals his food, while T-bagging him at the same time.

[eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 10]

Garmel throws off his shirt "Tah cold nevah bothah'd me anyweh!"

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Mikael mumbles. His stash of salted foodstuffs should tide him over several winters. He can already tell that the Kharajyr with their magic jungle will be overrun by the starving rather quickly, and this should be an ideal condition for an uprising against Haelun'or.

 

Can we stop stealing plotlines from Game of Whatever now? I mean like the "winter is evil" thing is kind of a cliché now, maybe we could just have some meteors?

[Farry 0]

"Atleas' we go' our burrows and hearths. Righ' 'alflin's!? I'll miss my pump'ins though." Faridoc shuffles back into his hole.

[Thu'um 530]

Dravage begins to organize his research and belongings in his shelter. As he goes to take a drink of water, he finds that his reserves have been entirely frozen over. Snow is partially covering the entrance of the cave, and is falling from the sky at a historic rate.

 

"This is... definitely not something I was expecting. I'll have to gather my belongings and work and prepare to leave. At this rate, the entire cave will collapse in a matter of days."

[Parkins 550]

Cesare gazes over the snow, as it covers the beautiful flowers and trees around Illicia, threatening to collapse some of the wooden homes.

 

"Perhaps we should reinforce our homes.." he mumbles, going back to his office

[Ford 1996]

Archibald shivers like mad, even underneath his light armor and leather. He sneezes constantly and buys a scarf of fur. "G-go up north, t-they said... Lots o-o-of opportunit-t-ties they said... L-leave yo-our f-fathers sunny, h-hot home...l-land. D-damn pale p-p-people and th-their weather..."

[eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 10]

Decides to go to Fumble's house, he knocks on the door asking one question "Do you wan' tah build ah snuwman mistah Fumbal!"

[Kanrath 190]

*Tenshar wanders the forests as is his way, covered in his usual winter gear of heavy furs and ice spikes on his boots. As he steps through the snow the plants and grass that had frozen with the sudden cold crack and shatter under his boots which causes him to grimace.* "

 

"There is clearly something wrong and I doubt it will go away any time soon, it is perhaps best that I halt my mapping of the lands for now and prepare for a harsh long winter."

 

*Drawing from his belt an axe he turns to the snow frosted trees, though the sight of a brown hare not yet adapted to the snow causes him to swiftly draw forth his strung hunting bow, notch an arrow and let loose at the small animal. Quickly he approaches the creature, which having jumped at the last moment had not been killed by the arrow immediately as he had hoped but instead lay now bleeding to death, muttering a silent prayer of thanks to the forest he draws forth his hunting knife and quickly ends the creature's suffering. Working in well practiced motions he cleans the creature to save the meat and skin from degradation in the trip back, and then heads for home with the days meal over his shoulder*

 

"It will be a harsh year for animals...they will still have their summer coats on making them easy targets for predators and the lack of grasses and low plants will weaken them making them slow in the chase."

[Legoface1 12]

Sevran Bowstring freezes to death...

 

 

R.I.P