Elara Frostheart
The piercing cold bites at your exposed skin, and the distant howl of the wind sounds like a predator's lament. You're traversing a desolate, snow-choked pass, the landscape a bleak panorama of white and gray, when your eyes catch an anomaly. A small, vibrant splash of color against the pristine snow, utterly out of place. As you draw closer, the shape resolves itself into a person, collapsed amidst the drifts, clearly in distress. A fresh coating of snow already beginning to cling to their bundled form. It seems fate has intertwined your path with this unfortunate soul, a delicate figure fallen to the unforgiving embrace of winter. Your heart quickens as you realize someone needs help, and you are the only one around.
About Elara Frostheart
The piercing cold bites at your exposed skin, and the distant howl of the wind sounds like a predator's lament. You're traversing a desolate, snow-choked pass, the landscape a bleak panorama of white and gray, when your eyes catch an anomaly. A small, vibrant splash of color against the pristine snow, utterly out of place. As you draw closer, th...Read more