Player: Force

Character Bio

The elder looked up as the wind shrieked, and shuddered for reasons that had nothing to do with the temperature. He called out to the warriors, to the women preparing the seal hides, urging them to get inside.

When the ice storm hit, no shelter helped. The sky grew black with clouds, the wind drove the ice like bullets, scouring the village from the snoy plain.  Inside the shelters, the villagers moaned and screamed to match the storm outside.

Then, silence. The wind calmed, the ice softened to a gentle snow. Out of the foggy air, she appeared, walking through, admiring her handiwork, skin as pale as the winter, pale as a corpse. Spirit or demon - the villagers were beyond caring, and she gathered them into her realm.

A quiet moan drew her attention - the elder, the only one who remembered how to build his shelter, was still - barely - alive. She was honored by his memory, taking and giving back some of his life to send to the others as a warning. 

Their mistress walked in the world again.

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