Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

... a tenday has passed since a certain skittish gnome was seen at the Winding Way frontline, specifically whilst he was sharing the company of a hin wearing black, and directing a large ice elemental to "Smoosh" the lesser demons infesting the area. No sight of the white cloak/pointed hat wearing gnome has occurred there since.



Meanwhile, somewhere within the confines of temple far to the south, a diminutive figure prostrates himself before a frost covered effigy, trembling in reverence. Whatever scarce visitors this obscure place would see might even catch sight of this figure... pointed hat flopping back and forth as he swept, playing volunteer custodian to the temple, and otherwise retreating to a quiet corner with a sliver of charcoal and sketch book in hand, to quietly whittle the hours away. Doodling depictions of an Ice Goddess in the most outlandish and far-fetched scenarios. The kind that only a gnome could invent...

** This character is going on ice(... you love it). If any Aurilites show up, I might type up some forum stuff for entertainment purposes **

A young sorceror takes the road to the cloud peaks, a weird individual covered in ice and scales.

With the help of magic and supernatural resistance to cold he is able to reach the Temple of the Frostmaiden.

He walks inside in awe, amazed by the structure.

He then approaches the priestess, offering a small donation in gold.

"Tell me about the Frostmaiden..."

A man calls upon the Temple of the Frostmaiden, speaking with respect to the Priestesses that keep the temple halls cold, showing them an amulet of heraldic symbolism. The conversation is direct, and meant to be heard and spread among the clergy. It would seem the visitor enticed the Priestesses to summon whatever Hands of Auril roam in the Icedawn's name, those of unyielding faith to Her domain, to present themselves to the aligned Faiths of Fury, and eventually the visitor himself, who spoke of his return to the snowy peaks within a Tenday.

An individual bearing the mark of the Frost Maiden could venture into the caverns of a cave suffused in eternal frost to collect samples of the crystal veins and rare plants that grow in the cave.



The individual would then take these samples to Lady Cold Circle Alva Sigurdsdottir and the two would discuss the properties of these samples and the energies that permeate within the cave itself.


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A woman bearing the marking of the Frost Maiden would be witnessed parading through Nashkel appending parchments to trees bearing a message from the Temple of Auril. These parchments would also been seen appended to trees along the Uldoon trail and near Greenest.

Somewhere, deep within a secluded temple far to the south, where literally no-one else in the entire Sword Coast would be likely to hear...
... came the distressed screech of a mephit, followed by a single mournful, yet distinctly gnomish wail...

".... My b-b-b-b-b-boots!!!!"



... the only sound (not) heard afterward would be the softest of snuffling sobs.

At the heights of the Cloud Peaks - even the gates of the Temple of Auril - Wulfrik the Ulfhednar stood. A great minotaur horn gilded with enchanted gold was lift in both hands - put to the lips of the berserker and blown.

It rumbled up under the blizzard with its ominous drone, belching into the night its golden song - time and time again, it sounds. By the magic of its Sending it carries away far, to his fellow Northern hearts; Erik and Jandar, Sigrid and Grimhildr, Stigandr and Mjoll, Fritjof and Khadra, Guthewulf also - beckoning them here to this holy place. One impression is set upon every heart; a Thing is called.

Law is determined through community gatherings in a meeting called a Thing. Each community, and in this case our Warband, had its own independent Thing. The sites chosen are often a focus for trade, or religious activity. These councils are presided over by a Lawspeaker. Every Free Man and Free Woman will have their say, in matters raised at the Thing and all that is said will be weighed and judged by the Lawspeaker.

The Thing was held. And concluded, in the sacred high place of Auril.

A small, fur covered hin is seen praying to The Frost Queen before descending into the depths to destroy the fire elementals and their allies



After fighting their way through the vast number of enemies, the halfling and his group of fellow fury's stop in the old ruins of a forgotten town



After returning to the temple, the halfling notices offerings left to honor the Frostmaiden. With a happy grunt, he adds another offering from the spoils of the raid.

A group led by two of Auril's most loyal, make their way down into the depths of Durlag's tower, battle spoon in hand. Traveling through the searing caverns they slaughter all who stand in their way. Then, working their way towards the Netherese Ruins, they find themselves in the shadow realm making time to stop and leave Auril's banner draped over the banner of Shar.

After the icy storm that blew through the farmlands the dwarf known as taka would make his way to his queens temple to worship his queen showing her power.