The roiling frost

South of Vertus, past the great lake and almost all the way to the southern pass out of Levis, lays lands of deepening winter. While most of Levis does not feel winter as more than pouring rain and cooler weather, below the lake experiences frost and chill and fog.

For people unused to such climates, the encroaching fog can feel foreign and dangerous - supernatural even. It manifests as a wall of mist and forming ice and plants and soil crusting over with a layer of fine ice as your very breathe beads the air with its own fine mist of almost solid air. The fog bites into your bones, making you shiver and feel so alone as you can briefly not see an inch in front of your face before your gaze widens and you are left in a sea of white. You are not even left with snow, but this crackling of ice - not thick enough for the world to be frozen solid, but thick enough that every step is a crack onto the spine of a sleeping giant.

Manifestation

Do you see faces in the fog as it rolls in? Perhaps you hear the cries of dead horned-bison, or the chitters of raiders from the forest? Is that a duditch skittering at your feet, looking for a hollow to burrow into, or a corpse of a child skittering through the frost and the cold?

This is another case of a world of magic not knowing if something strange and frightening is real or magic. Is it the strangeness of ice and frost to a semi-tropical society, or does the frost bring death and the sounds of the dying?

Type

Metaphysical, Supernatural