In a
great blast Unklar vomited forth the Wall of Worlds, and it flowed from
the spires of Aufstag as a powerful wind, cold and bitter. Great clouds
of his stink settled far and wide across Aihrde, blanketing all in a
world of winter and dark. It settled upon the world as a fog, rising
into the heavens, dampening the light of the sun. Men named the fog the
Shroud of Darkness or the Cold Mist, for with it came a terrible
freezing. Sheets of snow and sleet blanketed the northern lands in ice,
and much of the south as well. The Shroud hung over Aihrde for 800
years, and in time the warmth of the sun and the pure, unfiltered light
of day, became legends to the people.
Thus the Winter Dark settled upon the land.
Thus the Winter Dark settled upon the land.
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