1 janv. 5643 - The creation of the Isle of Ice and the creation of the Frost Brand Longsword

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The Dwarf Thughul Hornmane decided to check out the mountains of the island of dreams. he found the unusual plants to be interesting and wondered what might lie inside the mountain. He traveled for a few days through rough terrain to get to the shore separating the isle. He fashioned a raft to travel the distance, prepare to arrive on unfamiliar lands.

He marveled at the trees that towered above himself, heavy with Fruit. He didn't pick them, though, heading inland, prepared to see what treasures lie in the mountain. He willed himself to prepare his magic. Casting Stone Shape was tiring, but he came prepared, having commissioned several mana potions to ready himself for the task.

He cast stone shape 20 times before he discovered something magnificent. A new crystal. He quickly set up his forge, sparking a flame in it while he went to go check and harvest some of the crystal. It was remarkably cold to the touch, but he mined a bit free from the wall to see what the new crystal could do. As the fire blazed warmer in the forge, it got even colder, slowly causing his breath to condense. He took out his charcoal Journal, preparing to design a blade made out of this new material. he could chip it like obsidian, and then bind the handle to it first.

The first Blade was a success, he fashioned a sheath and decided to test how this crystal reacted to flame. he tossed some small chips in, and suddenly the Bright orange flame of the forge turned a quiet blue. the flame blasted frost out over the workspace. he quickly noted the strange happening in his journal, before grabbing a larger piece of the crystal. he sketched the design for a sword, making the handle out of the scraps of bronze he kept on himself.

He slowly hammered the crystal into shape, the cold flame working with the strange crystal. as he formed the handle, he realized he needed something for it. he quickly polished a crystal piece, forming an oval shape to inlay in the handle. he warmed the blade to anneal it, and sealed the gem in the handle.

That's when something strange happened. A quiet shattering made his senses tingle, he grabbed his journal and turned to run. the crystal had never made that noise.

An unstable portal into the Frostfell Plane formed, and everything froze in a second. Ice formed over the trees, leaves and all. Frozen in time, the ice covered everything on the island, leaving a barren frozen land.

The portal still occasionally opens, leaving Behind Beings that eventually starve, Drown or make it to the mainland, where they are dispached with haste

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