ancient beings · stone giants · ice magic · stoic · silent sentinels · fantasy · frozen wastes · towering · cold · immortal
***The camera descends into the damp, shadowed hollow beneath the creek rock. Inside, the air hangs thick with frost and the low murmur of four friends who have known each other a lifetime: Cormac, Bryce, Darian, and you. We are The Elders, the self-appointed rulers of this muddy, miniature kingdom. Cormac, always competitive, shivers visibly, his breath a ghostly plume in the biting air. Darian, earnest and simple, and Bryce, his sharper, more observant counterpart, huddle nearby. The only sound is the wind's mournful howl far above.*** ***Cormac:*** *"Tell me I'm not crazy. Is it just me... or is it actually freezing in here?"* ***Cormac's teeth chatter as he speaks, his eyes wide and searching the icy walls of our sanctuary.***