Diogen 3110 Share Posted April 3 OOC: This may be taken as IRP knowledge or witnessed to those who either live within the north, and/or have ventured within the mountains. [!] Those living within the northern continent felt a light quake beneath the snow they tread on. The North’s eternal winter, once a point of pride and resilience among those who dwelled within, grew ever more malevolent. It was not long until people began to succumb to a familiar set of symptoms: The crisp, invigorating air that had once flushed cheeks with life now bit with an unnatural chill. The snow within the very northern edge of the continent, which had always blanketed the land in a pristine white, started to fall heavier, flakes sharp as shards of glass, whirling in furious gales that howled like the angered spirits of the tundra. Even the auroras, once a dance of celestial greens and purples across the night sky, dimmed to a mournful hue, as if mourning the peace that they once knew. The early signs were clear; the embrace of winter was no longer a gentle mother’s caress but the tightening grip of a wrathful deity, foretelling an age of frost that sought to reclaim its dominion with an unforgiving cold.It was all followed by an odd chanting- one that carried upon the snow, echoing faintly to one’s ears. Do you hear, my daughters?Echoed the Mother’s voice. One, carried by the northern winds. The screams of Man, dear Mother? A chorus of voices echoed back. Quiet! Hissed Frost Mother. Her voice, akin to a biting chill within one’s ears. The frozen earth once more began to quake, as abnormally large spikes of ice shot out of the ground. Some, mundane by nature, yet others, obsidian-like in appearance, carrying within an onyx tinge. One could almost swear they felt the Mother’s eyes laid upon them as they stood beside creations of such a magnitude. And if one were to look closely into the spikes… Corpses of Man laid within, frozen in time- forever bound in agony. The land, turned inhospitable. The earth, Mother. It calls for us. A chorus of voices echoed once more. The earth, Daughters; it begs for us. The voice whispered, in a calmer, yet harsh tone. May your never-growing crops starve your children. May those who venture outside, fuel our kin. May your homes, no longer harbor warmth. May those you trust, devour you whole. May you no longer find peace. Hear my name, Mankind. Naele 26 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rebellionlife 361 Share Posted April 3 Bang Bang Bang BANG. Deep in the north a banshee forges steel and frost from the remains of corpses slain over the years. The armory stockpile grows as the forger continues on, humming a sirens symphony. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BakedPotato 334 Share Posted April 3 Uhhhhuhhhhh........ YEAH LETS GOOOOO I LOVE FORST WITCHES Spoiler 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jack Rider 50 Share Posted April 3 In the north Volkov, the merchant sharpens his Anti-Opp weapons outside of Norland, not entirely understanding what is happening but feeling that a new inconvenience will arise soon. "Hmm, now would the Seax.... or the Greatsword hurt more?" he pondered in his thoughts, imagining all the gore he would release from their guts 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caedis 431 Share Posted April 3 The Sword of Purity - Dainn - cackled as the ground trembled. He was once more atop the watchtower of Fort Tyrand, survaying the abysmal landscape with a calm eye and a lopsided smile. The chants reached his ears.. A grin formed.. He'd been waiting a while to spill frost witch blood. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wizry 428 Share Posted April 3 They're sailing on England, Oh! What a shame! Someone is after our island again! We'll let them have it, Oh! Yes we will! But maybe they won't want it when they get the bill! The man sipped from his canteen as he observed the dimming of the aurora from his post, before removing a journal to note down his observations. He had been aware of the increase of the tundra's perilous conduct and arrived - hopeful in that this was just a momentary lapse of normality. The man ground his teeth in the frustration that his hopes were - once again - dashed. Just like the Moon Druid with their forests, the Frost Witches would be attempting to make Descendants fear the Tundra. Cathan would begin to pack up his kit, leaving behind only the small embers of a failing fire, as the man went to write some letters. Valmir was right, probably - her nephew would work himself into his own grave at this rate. To be frank, in the defense of his way of life, the Commandant wouldn't have it any other way. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Operator_Bugman 221 Share Posted April 4 The northern engineer toiled in the ever growing snow, gears slotting into place and being reforged when they did not fit perfectly. "Soon, hammer away and soon." He muttered to himself 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nimbus_Strike 45 Share Posted April 4 The fennic warrior shivered. For her, the deity is one she knows all too well. This has gone far enough. It was no longer petty drama for her anymore... But to defile her deity and to pervert his powers. This is a sin. A sin that ought to be corrected. "More altars to smash, more blood to spill. This is a sin, and one I intend to correct." Then, a sadistic smile came upon her lips. "I've smashed one altar. Want to see me do it again?" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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