Named the Northern Expanse by the capital city of Esbellern, Frostfell Wastes is the newest Frontier land to be settled by the people of Valkain. To any but the natives, this wasteland is a deadly and dangerous place, home to the Frost Wolves, the lycanthropic monsters that most believe to be myth. The land is cursed by an everlasting Winter, only changing for a special lunar event, The Frost Moon. During this time, Frostfell Wastes transforms from a dangerous wasteland into a land of turmoil and death. While people go missing, the local monsters see a growth in numbers. This event has lead to the involvement of the Church of St. Esbel, which has paid a large number of caravans to settle the wastes, to put a foothold into the land and to help existing towns discover the cause for this ominous event.
You are members of one such caravan heading to the township of Chilvern, the latest of the Church’s footholds, tasked with aiding the village in a sudden wolf problem. Very little is known, other than the attacks that have happened have been random, a sinister chill around hanging around the air of the town, and only a few days until the next Frost Moon occurs. With many blessings and a prayers, as well as some scares along the way, you arrive safely to the outskirts of town.
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Outskirts of townThe night air was cold as the caravan finally arrived, the town just on the horizon. The lights flickering from the nearest homes denote the settling of dusk upon the land. At the head of the caravan rode a young woman, barely in her prime, who carried the banner of the Church of St. Esbel upon the back of the large direbear that accompanied her. From afar, a lone wolf howled at the rising moon, signalling the caravan to stop. Four wagons, each covered in a dull grey canvas roof, lurched to a near halt as man calmed the horses into a light pace,
"The cold air feels good tonight. A good end to a long journey." His words were sound relief to the others. The journey had been long and difficult, but not a single monster to fight off, nor any of the local brigands to hassle them for goods. Though there had been a few false alarms, the caravan had but a few more safe miles to go. The few traders with the caravan began to laugh and celebrate on their wagon, the jovial noise they created seemed to draw a few feint smiles. The man atop his horse strode up to the woman in lead and began reporting his findings,
"Ajen has given the all clear on the next few miles, and not a single monster the entire journey. I think we may finally be able to give the horses a breather." His tone, although soft and light-hearted, carries a foreboding tone to it, although the joyous laughter of the merchants was enough to push it to the back of minds. Not giving the caravan leader a moment, the man slowed his pace to fall in between the four wagons,
"It's safe travels from here until Chilvern. Might as well come out and take a gander at the town from here." His words were light, signalling his companions that they can finally remove the wagon covers, if they so chose to.
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Topic: Frostfell Wastes IC: The Journey Begins (Read 97559 times)