The Winter Solstice

[Treshure 5817]

 

 

The shortest day Athera will see will be the longest night Athera will endure.

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The final days are upon Siegrad. The blizzards that overtook the North by storm close in on Siegrad, ravishing crops and salting fields with ethereal fury. No dragons erupt from the mountains. No Star of the West nor Star of the East may bring comfort to the weary hearts of the Northerners. Foreboding clouds drift over the frigid fronts of Siegrad. The mass of frost, the white wall that brings destruction and chaos stands in wait at the mountains near Siegrad, waiting to bear down it’s deathly descent.

Woe to you, oh men of valor, who themselves went out into this arctic wasteland, for the Master sends his Chroniclers with wrath because he knows the time is short. Terrible horns blow from the deep of the North, and by this all may know that it is the end.

 

Abhorrent voices thunder their voices across the winter sky, twisting the prophecies of the Stars. They declare their malevolent intentions; deep terror rumbles it’s voice in the deep.

And they say,

 

“In polar winds descend burning ire

the Devourer's wrath comes consuming fire.”

 

The men of Siegrad lay wait in their large castles and comforting stone homes. They know that the hearth and the flame keeps the death away. Yet, without a passing thought, the fires snuff out. Dreadful figures pour from the mountains, shambling down in silent descension. Terrors and horrors rip their way into the North and Siegrad. Forbidden forces gather in waiting calamity.

 

The Chronicler of the North is upon Siegrad.

The next week will be filled with many mini-events in Siegrad and the areas surrounding. Have fun!

[Dohvi 622]

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