Void of Frost (event)
I follow the tugging sensation, clinging to my lifeline as I descend further into the abyss. A sensation rises up my spine. A creeping and sinister chill, penetrating my dreaming vestibule. The walls of a massive pit rush past me, so cyclopean in size that I cannot see the other side, only the savage curve of the lip closest to me. Soon even that is lost, as my plummet takes me so deep that the sky is a distant and dim arc of light. This might have been a mistake.
As I continue my fall, I see shapes moving through the void, strange formations of ice, forming dissolving, briefly taking on human form, amassing into armies, and finally disintegrating. Each seems to glow with an inner light. The figures keep pace with me, approaching with strange, inhumanly fluid motions. At this point I am not ever sure if I am still falling.
As I hand suspended and helpless, one reaches out with a shining hand of unnaturally blue ice to touch my forehead. I feel power running through me, as if I am casting a spell. Moving my hand, I grab the arm of the ice statue and pull it off my skin, only to instead feel that same power. I watch in horror as the ice begins running along my arm. In panic, I lash out with my magic, forming into a beam which strikes the glowing figure and shatters it, sending shards in every direction. My mind clears with sudden revelation.
The vision fades, and I find myself shivering in my ritual room.
Strands of frost curl around my fingertips.