Lore: Hours of Frost
From Istaria Lexica
| Quest type: | Lore |
| From NPC(s): | Spirit of Karvanoth |
| Locations: | Winter Vale |
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The story of the Hours of Frost event, as retold by Karvanoth.
Quest text[edit]
Hello? Who are you? What are you doing in my cave?!
What do you mean this isn't a cave! Of course it is! I've been... resting... or I was! Until that dreaded winter came up!
Yes, the great winter! The cold spell that took Istaria! Do you really not know? It was so recent! Or... or was it? Oh, I don't know. What happened? Drulkar knows! I don't remember anything after that blasted portal... and... the ice spear
I think I remember. At least, I remember sitting in New Rachival on a rug, having been summoned for my knowledge with portals and realms... the winter had been a very long one and was far too cold. Even Dralk was getting covered in snow! It didn't start that way, I don't think, but I don't know anymore.
I do remember New Rachival, though, and the scores of Gifted around me. Far more than all of my talons can count! A little gnome was there, trying to get them to help her make some sort of seeing device. It was meant to look through the clouds that encircled our planet and see the stars to chart down the ones connected to the ice realm! The ones that were noted by a brave dragon who flew above the storm but couldn't stay long enough to chart. Yes, yes, uh...
The Realm of Ice was so close... the snow was biting into my scales! Strange, how I'm surrounded by it, but don't feel it. Why is snow in my lair?! Yes, this is my lair, stop questioning me! Do you want to hear my story or not?!
After the little gnome finished her telemacrosopic thing she drew out the stars on a big sheet of papyrus. Using this, I moved everyone somewhere else... to Summit, I think? There were so many dragons...
I asked them to collect pieces of monsters nearby and some few key items... I don't even know anymore what they are. Was it crystals? Or maybe scrolls? I don't know. Pfah, it doesn't matter. I got a good pile of stuff and we moved on to a giant ice lake. Big, beautiful clear area...
I casted a spell... a giant, energy-draining spell. Oh, I'm so tired from it still... but I cast it, and from the ground rose a giant portal. A big icey arch with spears off the side and a warping swirling interior! From it came unimaginable ice monsters, but... that's all I remember. There was a major pain in my back... and I fell... it went dark. Did I fall asleep?
I am *not* dead, you ignorant Dragon! I likely just fell asleep from the exertion. I'm back home now and that's all that matters. Now leave an old dragon to his tomes! Out of my lair!
Steps[edit]
- Listen to Karvanoth retelling the events of the Hour of Frost.
