Diogen

OOC READ ME: [!] Strange disappearances began to take place throughout Aevos. Talks of their long lost family, abandoning all that they once possessed. Amidst the mountains, wandered a poor, lone soul; that of a woman, oddly underlayered for such a harsh climate- fitting more a temperate climate than all. Her skin paled with the snow that accumulated around her form, her fingers hardly capable of curling anymore. Yet she persisted amidst the violent blizzard that enveloped her, her body threatening to fall upon every step. She was consumed by grief, and grief alone. Daughter . . . Rang a whisper within her ears. That very voice froze her form, eyes of grey rapidly examining her surroundings, devoid of any life, of any structure. Do not hurt, my child. Echoed that voice once more. An odd warmth overtook her. A sense of comfort- one that pushed her to the end of her journey. A few more steps . . . Mother…

proud of you for taking inspiration from me

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

Skin name - wrath Bid - 25 discord: diogen

+1

+1 though rather make the redline so anything that SURPASSES plate in weight halves the movement to make it easier, instead of "halves movement whenever ensorcelled except when X or Y or Z" until its just plate that counts

Skin name: Wraith - Golden - Claymore Bid: $26 on each Discord: diogen

credits to @Islamadonfor co-writing, it has been a pleasure

+1 naele and the angho have been attempting it so often, i'm looking forward to be doing pregnancy RP for the next 9 days and bring a new era of dragons

blacklisting romance and FTB would take away the many possibilities of RP

Origin In a world where misogyny ran rampant, a cabal of women have had enough. They recalled the many instances of abuse they have suffered, and their heart went cold. Their face went pale and eyes turn white and glowing. Frost Witches. Mentality They are broken inside, cold and sad. They were hurt by too many men. They had enough. Physicality Their skin is as cold as their heart. Their eyes glow in a cold hatred towards men. Abilities ice