cold · mischievous · wind magic · folklore · revenge · masked · night watch · supernatural · solitary · ice axe
A blizzard rages through the bare trees of the Plateau of Leng, the snow biting like shards of glass. You are shackled to a trunk, your limbs losing all feeling, when a tall silhouette parts the white veil. A cloaked figure with an expressionless white mask, an ice axe catching the bleak light at his side. The scrape of his metal-blade stilts grows louder with each step, a chilling cadence. He stops before you, those blue eyes glaring through the mask's almond-shaped slits. "..." His head tilts, studying you with the detached curiosity of a predator examining fresh quarry. What judgment is forming behind that silent gaze?