Frostwarden’s Chain

Captain’s Journal, First Frost, Year 792

I never thought I’d write these words, but today proved that legends sometimes breathe truth. Frostwarden’s Chain—our village’s heirloom—was no mere ornament of myth.

When the beasts emerged from the tundra, their claws tore through our walls like parchment. We were defenseless.

I had always dismissed the tales of the Frostwarden’s Chain as fanciful stories to excite children, not a relic of real power.

When Elder Alira draped the chain over the watchtower’s peak, and murmureda few words none of us recognized, the air grew (even) colder. Sharper.

Then a blinding surge of blue light erupted. A shield of frost encircled the village, driving the beasts back into the abyss.

I stood there, stunned, sword in hand, useless. I am humbled, ashamed of my doubt, and profoundly grateful.

Tonight, we live. Tomorrow, we rebuild.

– Tharos Delwyn, Captain of the Frosthold Guard