Irskarn exhales sharply through his nose, sending a plume of frost into the air. "It will take more than that, gnome." (Thu, 30 Apr 2026 10:13:38 -0500)
Irskarn turns his head slowly, glacial eyes settling on Zizaerix. The flames around him hiss and die, leaving behind fine wisps of smoke. (Thu, 30 Apr 2026 10:13:26 -0500)
With a subtle flick of his wrist, white-hot flames erupt from the tip of Zizaerix's wand, engulfing Irskarn in flames. (Thu, 30 Apr 2026 10:13:16 -0500)
Far above a frozen expanse, a hulking frost giant stands wrapped in heavy furs. Irskarn looks down across the world in disgust, uttering a single word through a plume of frost: "Weak." (Wed, 29 Apr 2026 10:14:20 -0500)
Deep in the forests of Ar'atouldain, elves scatter in search of cover as the driving snow douses their roaring fire. (Wed, 29 Apr 2026 10:14:02 -0500)
A frigid wind howls through the streets of Voralian City, its proud lamps guttering before being extinguished. (Wed, 29 Apr 2026 10:13:41 -0500)
A few flurries give way to driving snow in Balator, forcing the citizens out of the streets and into their homes. (Wed, 29 Apr 2026 10:13:18 -0500)
A nomadic trader in Hamsah Mu'tazz looks up in confusion as snowflakes flutter gently to the ground around him. (Wed, 29 Apr 2026 10:13:01 -0500)
One by one, citizens of Galadon filter into the streets, heads craned toward an ominously darkened sky. (Wed, 29 Apr 2026 10:12:45 -0500)