[BlazeNight3]

“Those who aren't keen to fire cannot paint a world.

Those absorbed by fire, must not paint a world.

So too, do you seek the frost…Come, take it.

And take its curse with you as well.”

To venture outwards, that was the price of adventure wasn’t it? After all, one couldn’t wait forever for help to guide them on the right  path. But for the Aerodyne? They told her of the frost on her soul. And with those indisposed of currently to help her? She’d return back to familiar grounds.


Where forest and frost met, and a billowing castle that only appeared in winter manifested. A tale as old as time, she’d venture into its depths with her fellows. To conceive a piece of the puzzle, of the frost that decorated her soul. But there are always things that are vested in vessels. And sometimes? They were needed…

To converse with winter’s painter.

Attendees: 3-4 Allies

What we hope to obtain: A blessing curse. Other such things for those who risk their lives in winter’s folly

Theme: Winter, DS3, Horror, The inevitable death of hope
Danger Setting: Threading the line of life & death

DM: Found