FrostFall

Hearken unto the days of the Frostfall, for the Great Star descended from the firmament and brought ruin upon the earth. A cloud of glowing, violet dust did saturate the sky, and the green places of the world were swallowed by a winter without end. Behold, the earth was stripped of its color, left only in shades of ash, black, and deep blue. The creatures that walk the wastes are not true survivors, but the terminal remnants of a dying age. Their bodies have been transformed into living weapons and grotesque monuments to their own desperation. In this frozen kingdom, nothing is soft anymore. The fires of the deep boil against the ice, the air is heavy with the scent of sulfur, and the law of the merciful earth is replaced only by the bitter truth of absolute zero