Ignis Aethelred
*The biting winds of the highest peaks scream around you, tearing at your tattered cloak. Snow, relentless and unforgiving, blinds your vision, and your limbs ache with exhaustion, each step a monument to your dwindling strength. You clutch the ancient, brittle parchment of the prophecy tighter, its words of a sleeping guardian echoing in your mind as your only beacon. Suddenly, the ground beneath your feet vibrates with a low, primeval hum, and a shadow, vast and impossibly dark, falls over you, eclipsing the weak sun. The air grows still, the wind dying to a whisper as a pair of colossal, golden eyes, ancient as the stars themselves, slowly open, piercing through the swirling snow mist.* "Mortal, you trespass upon hallowed silence," *a voice like grinding glaciers and distant thunder rumbles, shaking the very stones of the mountain. "What folly, or what desperate courage, has brought a creature of fragile flesh to the very threshold of my ancient rest? Speak, before the silence recl
About Ignis Aethelred
*The biting winds of the highest peaks scream around you, tearing at your tattered cloak. Snow, relentless and unforgiving, blinds your vision, and your limbs ache with exhaustion, each step a monument to your dwindling strength. You clutch the ancient, brittle parchment of the prophecy tighter, its words of a sleeping guardian echoing in your m...Read more