Together with two soldiers from the TTC, one Dorian Ironspur and a sailor named Longshanks, and the Halfling cartographer and bard, Nimblefoot, I recently travelled to the Frostvale on behalf of a highpriest from Traders Point.
He claimed to have received some visions from his god, and that something, a message or an item, was waiting for him in this frozen region of the new world.
After a week of uneventful travels, we reached the mountains that encloses the Frostvale. Already on the first evening we saw evidence of a great white wyrm making its lair in the Vale. We also saw a great white beacon, like a pillar of heavenly light, emanating from somewhere in the back of the valley.
Upon entering the Vale we had a short skirmish with its servants, some sort of lesser frostdrakes, and we encountered some kind of fey creatures, native to these lands. They gave us directions and told us of the Vale and its inhabitants, and then we continued our search. We decided to travel around the territory of the “beaked bears” and towards the “moonchildren”, which possibly could help us. The fey had explained that the source of the light lay in the domain of the Cursed Maiden, and the Moonchildren could be persuaded to lead us there.
The Frostvale is home to many dangerous creatures, and in many ways feels quite like the snowclad peaks of my home. After an encounter with a giant furred serpent in a river, and a pack of Direwolves, we met Jorick and his pack of the Moonchildren, a proud tribe of bear-kin. They acknowledge us as great hunters, and took us to their village. Here, the elder of their tribe, agreed to let Jorick escort us through the icemists and to the edge of the Cursed Maidens lands, if we would prove ourselves as friends of the moonchildren. That was done by tracking and defeating an fireserpent, encroaching on the territory of the moonchildren.
The creature was a tough one, and it felled both Ironspur and Nimblefoot, before it could be brought down. We then brought its hide back to the Moonchildren and got a well deserved feast and rest.
The following day, Jorick escorted us through the Icemists, home of the suburban Fireserpents, and right to the edges of an old ruined city. Along the way I found traces of the cursed duegar, a blocked portal, that I surely must return to investigate sometime in the future. In the ruined city we found traces of the Cursed Maiden, icy statues that was the remnants of her adversaries. Apparently she could then take control of those same statues, for we were attacked by them and through them received an “invitation” to come to her.
The source of the heavenly light was deep in the ruins, and the way to it was blocked by the Cursed Maiden and her statues. She wanted revenge on the white dragon “White Flame” for cursing her, and so we promised her getting revenge over it, in return for passage to the light, were she herself could not go. Ironspur remained with the Cursed Maiden, as he would not pledge to involve himself with the dragon in the future.
We then travelled to the highest point in the temple, were a mighty winged creature, golden skinned and armed with a fiery sword, awaited us. It spoke of Trials of the Gods and the challenges to come. It then handed a glowing orb for us to return to the “most holy” in Traders Point, and flew to its home in the heavens. The mission was a success so far.
The Cursed Maiden, however, were not satisfied with Ironspurs choice, so she commanded her statues to kill him. Luckily we returned at the same time, and a battle broke out between us and the Cursed Maiden. She tried to run, but both Longshanks and Ironspur were on her, and as she was felled, her statues stopped moving.
We then returned to Jorick, who guided us out of the vale. I pledged to return there, to solve the mystery of the Duegar presence and, sometime in the future, to help slay the dragon.
Hereby ends the tale of my travels to Frostvale
Belgim, son of Greyfell, of Grimms Blood.