It’s only a few days before the spring equinox, and the town of Ramshorn is covered in snow. It was never a particularly warm place to live, being located in the far north of Thal Borinya, but this is different. For the past few years, an icy cold has been creeping across the land. The snow never melts. The crops die. Blizzards torment the landscape. The summers become winters, and the winters become something far colder. To make matters worse, the cold has brought strange and hostile creatures to the woods, howling dreadfully in the night and attacking what little livestock can survive the low temperature. Whatever the cause of it all, it’s something altogether unnatural. Someone has to stop it. That someone is you.
Welcome to Creeping Frost. I hope you brought warm clothes.