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Cold Death has a minion!

Fjora the Mischievous Frost Spirit

Cold Death
Legacy Name: Cold Death

The

Glacier Harvester
Owner:

Marlboro

Age: 16 years, 1 month, 4 weeks

Born: January 20th, 2010

Adopted: 16 years, 1 month, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: January 20th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 4
Strength: 11
Defense: 10
Speed: 13
Health: 11
HP: 0/11
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

CREDITS

Story by me

Marlboro
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The Silence Above Ytiva

They say the mountains north of Ytiva are cursed. Not with monsters, but with silence, the kind that feels alive, pressing against your ears until you start to hear your own heartbeat. Travelers who cross the pass speak of the air growing heavy, as if the world itself is holding its breath.

No one climbs those peaks after dusk anymore. But once, a merchant tried. He had warm furs, steady mules, and a stubborn belief that stories are just stories. They found him days later, frozen mid-step, his body half-buried in snow. His eyes were wide open, and there were no tracks leading away. Only a faint swirl in the snow, like something had circled him.

Locals whisper about Cold Death, a ghost draped in white, its robes flowing like a torn banner in the wind. Its face changes with the storm; sometimes a hollow mask, sometimes a long, black muzzle like an animal caught between two worlds. It carries a staff of ice etched with shifting symbols, glowing faintly whenever the night is darkest.

Those who’ve seen it say the air bends around it. The cold deepens. The snow no longer falls, it simply stops, hanging still in the air. One shepherd, before frost took his voice, said it looked sorrowful… like it was searching for something, or someone, it lost long ago.

When the storms roll down and the valley disappears under white, people seal their doors and whisper to the wind to keep moving. By morning, they check the windows. If frost curls inward on the glass, they know Cold Death has passed.

And somewhere higher up, another wanderer has joined the silence.