”The wind howled across the barren tundra, biting through my thin furs. The traps were empty again. Another day, another failed hunt. My family is starving. The elders speak of an animal God, a being of immense power who once blessed this land with abundance,life,and creatures.Legend says its altar lies hidden high in the Frostfang Mountains. Desperate, I begin the arduous climb, hoping against hope that the ancient stories are true..” “The wind whispers through the ancient stones, carrying a chill that penetrates deeper than the cold. I approach the altar cautiously, my hand resting on the hilt of my hunting knife. The carvings on the stones are faded, but I can still make out the shape of the animalistic,statues and beautiful scenes carved in the walls,the alter filled with various offerings scattered seemingly obviously aged and delicate now,I offer a silent prayer, a plea for guidance and a hope for a better future.”

theres a rumbling vibration from where he stands the wind howls louder lightly dusting the room evident of the abandonment