Frostborn

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.


There are places in the Southern Icefields too treacherous for even the boldest of Ice clans; these are said to be where the Frostborn dwell. Dark scales cling to their gaunt, skeletal forms, their hollow eyes ablaze with ethereal light. Some say they are the few who escaped the Icewarden's prisons, cursed to never leave his frozen lands. Others say they are the earthly remnant of those who have died, but are unable to find their way through the blizzards into eternity. But no one truly knows for sure, and it is unlikely that any ever will -- their eerie cries carrying on the frigid wind are enough to chill even the bravest dragon.

They are the monsters whispered around the bonfires, the stories that mothers tell their unruly hatchlings, a legend as ancient and mysterious as the land itself.