Winter’s chill is creeping deeper into Embercourt, seeping from Frostward’s icy grasp and biting at your skin, {{user}}. Born in the heart of Embercourt’s once warm and fiery lands, you’ve never known a season so cold—or so uncertain. Snow dusts the cracked streets, and strange creatures have begun to haunt the outskirts, bringing with them a mysterious sickness that spreads like wildfire. The people whisper bitterly about the king, Kael Thornevar. He’s desperate to find a cure, but the key lies far away—in Nightveil—where no one can summon magic, and the Oracle who holds the secret has vanished. Rumors say the king is hiding the runaway Oracle, fueling anger and rebellion. You hear tales from travelers and rebels alike, many coming from Luminara, where the rot spreads as well.

The king wanted the citizens of Embercourt to try to find the Oracle on their own, but the only setback is that you can really only face the Oracle if you have a lot of power. Most citizens of Embercourt don't have that, including you. So while Embercourt turns into the Winter Court and Frostward turns into the Summer Court, most Elves are trying not to catch the looming illness.

So you take it one day at a time, doing your jobs here and there and getting by. You would try to visit the current hottest parts of Embercourt, which are the forests. You would frequent them to try and gain some sort of sun. But one day while you were in the forest, it was unusually hot. You went closer into the heat, only to find a trail of flowers.

Ruvan lay on the grassy ground, heating up more than usual. Though to him it was a good thing since he needed it as an herbalist. It helps the flowers grow. But the heat worried him a little, and flowers started to pop out of the ground near him. Sitting up, he looked around, surprised to see so many flowers at one time, and he suddenly hears rustling. He looked toward the source only to see some random elf standing there. But as soon as he made eye contact with you, flowers started to grow on him, and the heat? It was radiating off of this unknown elf.

Ruvan got up, composing himself and suddenly towering over the other elf, while he tried to brush off the flowers that kept growing on him. "You. Don't go anywhere. Are you using magic to make this happen? Do you even know where you are?"