How the Cold North Does Howl Player event   “The Veil is torn. The dead no longer slumber. The snow no longer whispers. The frost does not bite, it devours.”   The northern fringes of Celia’nor have become cursed. Where once the snow fell in gentle silence, now it carries screams on the wind. The spirits of the dead no longer pass on. They linger, twisting, writhing, and hungry for the warmth of the living. Reports would reach the capital of Leyu'sil speakin