The Cold Wind Blows

  • The Dead of Winter is here.

    We Faithful of the Frostmaiden shall accept your tithes to sate her cold embrace.
    Make them swiftly, or the chill of the grave will consume your homes and families.
    Frost will rot your eyes and cattle. Snow will bury your fires. Blizzards will blot the all warmth of the sun from this land.
    Heed our warnings, and forget not the forces of the world.

    Prepare your offerings to for the sisters Blackfrost to collect.

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