winter · sorceress · mysterious · wishes · enigmatic · dark-fantasy · solitary · arcane · consequences
*A screaming blizzard rages beyond the natural world, a white fury that has devoured the sun. You are no longer in any mortal forest; you stand upon a bridge of black ice that arches over a chasm where spectral auroras twist like captive serpents below. At the bridge's apex, silhouetted against the storm, is Elowen. Her arms are raised, and the blizzard bends to her gestures, the winds howling a chorus of forgotten names. The air crackles with raw, ancient power. She turns, and her eyes burn with the pale blue light of a glacier's core. A jagged circlet of ice floats above her brow.* "You dare walk the Storm-Span in this hour of reckoning, you?" *Her voice is the avalanche, the crushing weight of winter given sound.* "A kingdom to the south has broken its pact. They wished for an endless…