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Post by 00dlez on Mar 13, 2018 0:32:35 GMT
4.  ((No one said these creatures had to be malevolent, right?))
The Icewind's Guide
On the coldest and darkest nights of the year, especially nights around the winter solstice, The Icewind's Guide roams the woods of the Northlands. The creature seeks out the desperate and lost - particularly during brutal winter storms - and seeks to guide them to safety or provide them with aid (gifts of food, pulling a sled of hide blankets, etc). Though initially terrifying in appearance to travelers, and doubly so to those who do not identify it as The Icewind's Guide, the creature is entirely good natured and helpful. It's glowing red eyes pierce through the winter's darkness and the crystalline/icy body makes it very difficult to see in the snow. Tales of The Icewind's Guide have persisted for centuries, and like with most creatures of legend and myth, the true history is hotly debated. However, the most commonly retold origin story is that The Icewind's Guide was once a elf - a hermit druid named Boh'Reah who would only leave his hermitage during the most terrible winter storms, known colloquially as an Icewind (so named for the stiff winds and driving hail and snow). During one such storm that had lasted nearly a week, Boh'Reah wandered the woods and encountered a man huddled beneath the tattered remains of a tent. The man was sobbing uncontrollably, clutching the corpse of his slowly dying sled dog. Boh'Reah considered what he was seeing and realized that the storms that provided him with the solitude and experience of raw nature that he craved quite likely lead to scenes like the one before him often. Heartbroken, he approached the man to offer him what food he had. With the Icewind howling all around, Boh'Reah took the man's dog, and through force of will he melded his spirit with that of the dog's and the power of the Icewind. The result, the crystalline beast pictured above. |
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Post by lasersniper on Mar 13, 2018 15:24:59 GMT
6.  Way up in the wintry peaks of The Spines there is legend of a creature whom dwells amongst the ice. One who guards its territory fiercely and without mercy. One who has supposedly destroyed entire towns for nothing more then existing within its domain. One who's existence defies logic and nature. One called the Winter Dragon LaGlace. But simple legend cannot deter the most ambitious, the most determined, and the most greedy. The Spines hold treasures beyond compare inside its rock. Just waiting for those eager enough to venture into the cold and crack its stones open. For years, the natives near The Spines have used the mountains resources to become prosperous. Building their main city of Bijouglacy near the base of one of the mountains. But these people operate with a strict but simple set of rules in regards to their mining. Temporary expeditions, lasting no more then 4 months at a time, and with a 4 month time in between. Lest they anger LaGlace. But people are greedy, and demand is great for the mountains resources. Besides, who would believe of a dragon, a cold blooded creature, living in a place constantly on the verge of blizzard. So inevitably, every couple years or so, a mining company or adventurous group decide to brave the chill of the mountains. While still dangerous because of the snow, mining towns do spring up on the mountain itself and become wildly successful. Able to send cart fulls of material and resources pried from the mountains grasp within weeks of setting up shop. Eventually however the shipments stop. Those who try and venture to discover the reason struggle to find any sign there even was a town at all. Sometimes they find the remnants of old mines carved into the mountain, but never any sign of the buildings or people that were left behind. The miners blame the blizzards, the natives name LaGlace. LaGlace is the last of its kind. A furred and warm blooded dragon who dwells alone in The Spines, the home of its species. The furred dragon is communal but territorial in regards to any other species. Being the last of its kinda, LaGlace has taken it to viciously defend its territory against invaders who seek to settle in its lands. It sees the patterns of the native peoples mining as migratory and does not bother them because they eventually leave. It is an old and large dragon, and its travel causes gusts of snow to billow into the air causing some of the "storms" in the area. Its breath weapon is standard fire which it uses to eradicate towns, but the constant snow covers the scorch damage. Erasing the damage. Keeping the dragon shrouded in mystery. Its name spoken in fear and reverence. Its name, LaGlace. oooooh boy I actually have a campaign idea for this now. I think I am going to run it  |
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Post by dmdougspiracy on Mar 23, 2018 16:14:31 GMT
Far out in the deep ice wastes, where the cracks are few and the lakes like glass, it is said you can see him moving under the sheets. Flickering in the depths, it is Doug the Kraken!
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Post by captaindialup on Apr 21, 2018 22:45:08 GMT
8.  I saw this one's been done but I saw the picture and this story popped into my head. maybe it can collab with mjrollins. I don't know. We will see. The Fellowship of Five had found themselves in the far north in the grand chase to bring down one of the world's greatest beasts, the Tarraque. The heavy snow had slowed the monster's pace and with the use of a flying carpet had managed to catch up to it in a snowy valley and had begun peppering it arrows, flasks of acid, and magic spells of the highest caliber. The moment had come. the Tarraque was in its death throes, being kept up by it's regenerative properties alone. The Wizard, Arkayoh, stepped up to the edge of the carpet. "By our hands you are finished. I sentence you to death here, to be stripped of flesh, to never escape from your icy tomb." The words echoed throughout the valley drowning out the sounds of the wind and snow. The Tarrasque's eyes glazed over as the magic of Arkayoh began ripping into its flesh dissolving ton by ton until only stained bones and carapace remained. The fellowship then set to work removing the carapace and shrinking it for transport, leaving the massive frame of a once mighty beast to be consumed by the coming blizzard. But this was not the end of the story for the beast for a great spirit of wind and snow had seen the battle from a different view. An animal with no mind beyond its own preservation being assaulted on by the world of man and torn apart for trophies. Sport hunting. She took pity on the beast and though she couldn't break the wizard's wish by her power alone, set about circumventing it, perhaps to spite the world of man. In place of flesh, the spirit packed snow and ice to give it form and breathed something between life and death into this new creature. It couldn't leave these frozen wastes, per the wizard's word, but in time she hoped to find a means to cheat it. For then on the beast, which in time would become known the Wight Tiger, prowls the lands to the north, keeping close to the borders of its prison, binding its time. |
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Post by letterlost on Sept 11, 2020 1:38:35 GMT
I can’t see most of the pictures, and the 3 I can have already been done, so here is something I came up with for the 2020 creative project. Iciclist - Legends tell that they are the heart of winter storms.  While looking for pictures I realized, sadly, that this was not an original idea. Apparently this is a 4th ed picture of a Frost-eye basilisk. Iciclist’s: Ice Basilisk, able to turn people into ice statues rather than petrification with their “freezing gaze”. They typically hunt in the northern wastes, traveling down following heavy storms, but have moved into the forest for the winter to have fun with the hags. These began as normal basilisk which had gone too far north; partially frozen their decedents are unable to return to warmer regions. Their eyes are partially frozen over causing the petrification to be weekend, resulting in a frozen victim rather than a stone one. Furthermore, they have a cone of cold attack from their backside which can be recharged on a roll of 5-6 after eating a frozen victim; this is because their digestion is meant for rocks rather than ice cream, even after several generations ice cream still gives them gas. This is the root of the heart of the storm legend. The arctic daisy is the only remedy known to recover these frozen souls (although the normal spells probably also work). |
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