Adam Blaccat stepped into the icy wastes, longsword at the ready while using a silver staff with a blue gem at its tip as a walking stick. He's a tall, black furred cat with a scarred face, currently clad in armor as black as night dotted with many white stars and moons and a navy blue cape lined with white furs to keep him warm. He's near an old ruin of the ancient Black Moon kingdom, which was said to exist as a powerful nation of sorcerers many hundred years ago before rising up against their queen, causing her to cast a powerful frost spell to shroud the entire land in snow and ice, creating the northern snowfields of Magicka. At least, according to legend. However, the ancient ruin is second on his mind currently. He looks behind him and sees his son trailing behind, holding a smaller sword and carrying some equipment. "Ready for your first quest, cub?" He asked with a gentle, fatherly smile. He already made sure the ruin was mostly safe, as he simply wanted to take his kid out on an adventure. He knew how much his son looked up to him, and simply wanted to let him tag along to watch the smile on his face.