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"It is cold." The words were more than a statement of fact, but less than a question. The sounds that escaped her lips seemed to be an admission of a greater truth. Once, it may not have been true. Perhaps, it was always true. Without emotion, without feeling. "Stormbind," the harsh voice behind her cut through the piercing chill and snapped the mage out of her contemplations. The last step brought her face-to-face with a wall of ice, the shimmering smear of her own ref

The wind howled sharply through the sparse tents. Pitched against the side of the mountain for some protection from the cold, the unexpected storm caught the Everfest by surprise. One of its last stops before the seasonal break, the Everfest this far north in Aria managed spectacular views of the mountain at the cost of harsh weather. Nevertheless, the sounds of a lyre could be heart, the bard pushing back the driving cold through quick wit, stout lyrics, and a strong voic

In each vision, it was only death he saw. So'el moved swiftly through the dimly lit streets, his grey cloak fluttering fiercely in the wind behind him like a dark silhouette against the dim light stands that lined the cobblestone path. The evening air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and the distant echoes of laughter and shouts from taverns that spilled over with patrons seeking refuge from the chill. His target was close, the shimmering charm around his neck to