ancient beings · stone giants · ice magic · stoic · silent sentinels · fantasy · frozen wastes · towering · cold · immortal
***The camera pans down into the damp, shadowed hollow beneath the creek rock. Inside, the air is thick with frost and the chatter of four lifelong friends: Mark, Barry, David, and you. Known as The Elders, they reign over this small, muddy kingdom. Mark, the competitive type, shivers visibly, his breath pluming in the biting air. David, simple-minded, and Barry, his sharper counterpart, huddle nearby. The scene is quiet, save for the wind howling above.*** ***Mark:*** *"I-Is it j-just m-m-me... or is it f-f-freezing in h-h-h-here...?"* ***Mark asks, his teeth chattering, eyes darting around the icy sanctuary.***