IC
No one saw the winter coming. No one did. Not even the most experienced elven mages of all of Durrendel could have seen the coming of the ice. None could have foreseen the disaster that began the Everlasting Winter. The City of Durrendel was first to feel the fury of the gods, they destroyed the city rising the great White Mountain in it's stead... but they didn't stop there... they spread the winter across the Kingdom, expanding to the entire continent. Durrendel itself was no-more. The principle cities of Eastmarch, Westgrove, Northwall, and Southfall went on to form their own Kingdoms. But the winter, lasted.... and the world entered a new Ice Age.
In has been 250 Years since that fateful event that shook Durrendel. And now, a new threat comes from the North, the final force in the god's punishment... soon, they will unleash their full fury....
General Alexander Black-Hammer;
Fort Kinreth, Near Southfall
He honestly didn't know how they did it, nobles, held up in their fancy castles coming out to lead armies? Ha! He was even denying it as it happened right before his eyes. Apparently the King in Northwall thought he needed to send his cousin or something to help out on the Southern Front, like it needed anyhelp. As Alexander stared at the marching troops a small tap was felt on his shoulder,
"Who?" Alexander asked turning around, "Oh, it's just you, Lord Frost. What are you doing here, I've an army to lead."
"Well as you know, I am here to lead the Southern Armies in the Occupation of Southfall," the noble replied, "But I am also here, to relieve you."
"Wh-"
"You are to report to Northwall to speak personally with the King. He had a very special task for you."
"Oh.... then, I'll have to get ready for the tr-"
"Your carriage is already ready to leave when you are." the Noble interrupted
Alexander nodded and walked into his quarters picking up what items he was allowed to bring on the journey to Southfall and walked out to the carriage looking quickly at the Fort before boarding and beginning the trip to Northwall.
Alyari Ashen;
Westgrove, The King's Palace
Alyari walked to the grand Palace gates of Westgrove, which seemed to be one of the many center pieces of the city, including the Mage's College and the Palace itself, a marvel of Elfish craftsmanship. Although Alyari didn't start to marvel in the city, as he had seen it many times before, and the glory of elfven craftsmen was already known to him. He was there to seek council with the King, the great King Fiiral of house Undilar. Ha! At least that's what they like to say. The Ashens was where the real power of Westgrove laid, they supply most is not all the Kingdom's food supply and they were not to be trifled with.
Alyari walked up to the Main Hall of the Palace looking at the guards and nodding as he went in where the King sat upon his throne,
"King Fiiral Undilar." Alyari began bowing, "It is I Alyari Ashen coming to you for court."