Winter's Edge Mux
Taladan
north, blowing snow and sleet ahead of it, the outriders of the cold
fingers of death clutching at the throats of the unwary, the unprepared.
Crossing virgin snow through the Taiga, the warrioress lifts a hand to
shield her eyes against the blowing snow oblivious to the shadows unseen
and unheard in the snow around her. Tightening the grip on her bow, she
continues onwards, the message she carries safely tucked away in a
traveling pouch, the seal of the kingdom declaring its urgency. Head down
leaning into the blowing snow, unaware that as she moves into the darkening
day something even darker than the approaching night now has her in its
gaze. Rising up behind her, the ice worm takes careful measure of her,
slipping along the top of the snow, freezing it as it moves into a solid
sheet of ice beneath it. As the wind drops and the lady-warrior, a ranger
by trade, hears the tell-tale snap of ice in her wake, she immediately
whirls and comes face to face with the adversary, with icy death.
A mother comforts a small child in the night, explaining away the faint
screams as the cry of the wolf, hunting in the blizzard, but she knows the
cold truth in her heart. Dark times are again on the horizon and simple
folk know better than to try and rise up and challenge the creatures that
come with the snow. Turning back the covers in her own bed, climbing in
next to her husband, exhausted from the days labours, she says a silent
prayer in the night. Hoping...praying...beseeching whatever gods may be
for a hero, someone who will come and save them from the darkness as it
rises.
Sometimes the simple kindnesses bestowed upon the common people are enough
to win their favour, answering a whispered prayer as the snow howls in
around the eaves, lifting up a fallen comrade on the field of battle,
researching the spell or potion that will save the wife of the village
magistrate, miles from the heart of Vintermor and without hope other than
what heros may come. This is the stuff of which reputations, livelihoods,
legends are made of.
Do you have what it takes to be a saviour to the people?
Do you have what it takes to rise up and slay the wicked?
Do you dream of victory in battle, to crush your opposition, oppress the
weak, bend them to your will?
Do you lust for vengeance?
Do you crave power?
Which side of the coin do you pray will fall when the toss comes?
Come find out if you have what it takes in the city of Vintermor.
Tell me young hero, do you have what it takes?
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We are currently welcoming all new and returning players, as well as
recruiting staff from the player-base. Currently in high demand are Plot
Masters, Dungeon Masters, players willing to run Player Run Plots and develop
adventuring companies together, as well as Theme helpers. There is an
exciting new area in-world that is in development, soon to offer a new
dimension to the Quality RP always available at Winter's Edge.
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