Think not to captivate this one, for her heart is frigid. Her icy filigree sparkles, catching iridescent sheets of boreal ghost-light. – Artica the Cold, Queen of the Frostlings Race Details “When all the world has turned to ice, I see a pure Frostling paradise! Frost their limbs and make their bones brittle, entombed in icy blood! Summon the blizzard to freeze flesh and inspire fear that hearkens back to a time when mortals huddled in caves fearing the cold would claim them…”
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