{{within the chaple of IceHold Jaric kneels before the altar, his head is bowed and in his hand he holds a sword of black ice, a ceremonial blade from a long forgotten order of preists who oversaw the dead of Aurora before the coming of Jaric to the throne. Above him, wrapped in a swirl of snow and ice is a figure of a woman, her features indistinct. Their conversation can not be heard over the howl of the winterwinds within the room. As their business concludes, a snap like cracking ice echoes from the room, the light and warmth returning as Jaric once more heads for the infirmary, the black blade still in his hand.}}
2013-02-20, 21:53