Tyrek

As you stumble towards the dragon statue, the flurry of ice buffeting your body seems to diminish. Those pearl eyes continue to watch you with the barest of head movement. An apathy as cold as your surroundings radiates from the statue, exhausting you almost as much as the environment.

Energy spent, you fall before the statue, curling up to preserve what little body heat you have left. The cold seeping into your bones is a strange pain, one so fierce and fiery that you feel strangely warm. You're too tired and aching to even moan, though your mouth does part out of instinct.

The ice itself screams for you. The darkness wraps you in its warm embrace.

"What measure is one life? Infinite. For as many possibilities exist in this world, imagine someone else's. The air I breathe may not be the air that you breathe. It is our duty- no, our privilage to watch over these worlds. Watch, but never touch. The Icewarden's domain is our refuge, in this cavernous abyss where only the last of the light can reach. And it is here where they cannot watch us."