The time of darkness has begun again. 
The cold winds sweep out of the north, blowing snow and sleet 
ahead of it, the outriders of the cold fingers of death 
clutching at the throats of the unwary, the unprepared. 
Crossing virgin snow through the Taiga, the warrioress 
lifts a hand to shield her eyes against the blowing snow 
oblivious to the shadows unseen and unheard in the snow 
around her. 
Tightening the grip on her bow, she continues onwards, 
the message she carries safely tucked away in a traveling 
pouch, the seal of the kingdom declaring its urgency. 
Head down leaning into the blowing snow, unaware that as 
she moves into the darkening day something even darker than 
the approaching night now has her in its gaze. 
Rising up behind her, the ice worm takes careful measure 
of her, slipping along the top of the snow, freezing it as 
it moves into a solid sheet of ice beneath it. 
As the wind drops and the lady-warrior, a ranger by trade, 
hears the tell-tale snap of ice in her wake, she immediately 
whirls and comes face to face with the adversary, with icy 
death.

A mother comforts a small child in the night, explaining away 
the faint screams as the cry of the wolf, hunting in the 
blizzard, but she knows the cold truth in her heart. 
Dark times are again on the horizon and simple folk know 
better than to try and rise up and challenge the creatures 
that come with the snow. 
Turning back the covers in her own bed, climbing in next 
to her husband, exhausted from the days labours, she says 
a silent prayer in the night. Hoping and praying - beseeching 
whatever gods may be for a hero, someone who will come and 
save them from the darkness as it rises.

Sometimes the simple kindnesses bestowed upon the common 
people are enough to win their favour, answering a whispered 
prayer as the snow howls in around the eaves, lifting up a 
fallen comrade on the field of battle, researching the spell 
or potion that will save the wife of the village magistrate, 
miles from the heart of Vintermor and without hope other than 
what heros may come. 

This is the stuff of which reputations, livelihoods, legends 
are made of. 

  o - Do you have what it takes to be a saviour to the people? 

  o - Do you have what it takes to rise up and slay the wicked? 

  o - Do you dream of victory in battle, to crush your 
      opposition and oppress the weak, to bend them to your will? 

  o - Do you lust for vengeance? 

  o - Do you crave power? 

  o - Which side of the coin do you pray will fall when 
      the toss comes?

Come find out if you have what it takes in the city of 
Vintermor. 

Tell me young hero, do you have what it takes?

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We are currently looking for new players staff.  
Particularly PlotMasters, Dungeon Masters,
and players willing to run Player Run Plots to help advance
goals for themselves and their friends. 
Having experienced a slowdown in the general RP and 
PRP's that are being run on the game we want to take 
this chance to offer new players the exciting opportunity 
to come get your ideas out on the grid! 

We have opened the new Underdark area for play.  Balaam'Irie, 
the underdark city is one of intrigue, blood lust, 
murder and mayhem.  Come join us at Winter's Edge!  

Please join us at winter.mushpark.com 3000
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