Hours of Frost/Lore

Wind whips through nearly every city in Istaria as the world plummets into an icy spiral of death. Plants wither away and spring may never be a possibility. Snow thick enough to swallow up an ancient drifts against Kion’s walls and the dragons of Dralk huddle around the lava pools for warmth. Even the Helian are welcome in Dralk during these dark times, the Schism cooling with the freezing weather and the ancient loyalty between Dragonkind sparking up.

However, hope is not lost; multiple councils of the most powerful mages have been pulled together, desperately trying to find the source. The eldest mages of Ice magic have been brought to Tazoon for testing and trials.

Two months into this horrid cold, a discovery is made; the orbit of the Realm of Ice is closer than ever, as discovered by the gnomish astronomers in New Rachival. With the help of a daring dragon, a gnomish piece of equipment was flown above the swirling clouds to make a detailed map of the stars hidden by the cloak of clouds around the world.

Intently studied, this chart proved the orbit of the Realm of Ice and laid the groundwork for discovering possible causes and solutions. At this round table of discussion, the dragon who flew above the clouds finally spoke for the first time after his mission, his wings tattered and blue in places where they were frostbitten from the extreme cold.

“I’m afraid to say, naka’duskael,” he hissed, his voice raw from breathing in ice crystals for hours. “That you shouldn’t look for an inanimate natural cause to this. Realms do not connect on their own; the great Dragon Drulkar had to step into to the Prime through the Gate of Embers, which provided a magical connection otherwise not normal.”

Devolving into a coughing fit, the dragon slouched over, tired and weary. “I was not alone in that sky; something else was there, weaving the icy magic that created those clouds. We have never stepped foot in the Realm of Ice, but I fear what may step foot here from it.”