Winter's Nevermore

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In the cerulean sky high above the ice-capped mountains of the Northland where the icy downslope winds are their most turbulent is where the Pinfeather Aviator makes its home. The appearance of these one-eyed scavengers of carrion are considered an ill omen for adventurers scaling the perilous Northland peaks. Most often they appear suddenly, circling above potential prey like demonic vultures. The creatures await the single misstep or accidental loss of balance that will spell tragedy for the climber, but provide a feast for the Aviator and its ravenous nestlings. The oily sheen of the Aviator’s plumage is presumed to be residue from the glacial tar pools where these birds of prey bathe their feathers. While the glaciers of the Northlands are home to these scavengers of the snow, these one-eyed vultures are not often sighted in their native habitat by those less destined to become their next meal.

Costume Cosmetic Skin *

In mid-winter, life in the village of Snowstead can be harsh and unforgiving. The frigid winter winds that are as cold as frozen iron seep through armor and the layers of clothing beneath, draining the soul with its icy touch. For heroes seeking to do combat with the unrelenting cold and the great Iceheart Dragon, there is no finer protection than that of the Winterscale Jerkin. This finely-crafted form-fitting jerkin of white dragonscale is lined and trimmed with the finest snow-white fur, providing warmth, style, and protection from the elements; as well as protection from the biting teeth and razor sharp talons of the fearsome beast of legend.

Freehold Small House Building Cosmetic Skin *

Cyan tendrils of garthbane, a frosty lichen native to the northern tundra, cling to the ancient stone bricks of Grim Rising. This tower is a vestigial built in ages past in the far reaches of the Northlands. The ancient spire once contained prisoners of House Lyneth - the fallen rulers of the nascent Aelan Empire. Lyneth’s enemies were banished to the frozen Northlands and imprisoned in the nearly inescapable tower. Some captives died under the lash and some became sustenance for the Iceheart Dragon…and they were the fortunate ones as the vast majority starved, or froze to death in the tower’s barren unheated cells. To this day it is said that the prison stronghold remains haunted by their restless tortured spirits. Perhaps one day, Grim Rising might be reopened. Will it be given a new and peaceful purpose, or will the tormented spirits within demand additional lost souls to bolster their coterie of damnation?