Prolouge
There are many beings in this world some benevolent, some malignant. One can go their whole lives without being influenced by one of these entities. During times of great turmoil there will be those who though they may not see themselves as one, becomes heroes. Whether these heroes become legends or not that is for time to decided.
I am one of the fools that circumstance has led to act as a hero in times of struggle. There are others that I travel with that are much more fitting for the title of hero, but I must do my part whatever that may be. This world, I know not much of, but circumstance in the form of a plague have led me to leave the village I remember and call home. The search of a cure has directed me to the north, but now my search has come a halt, for there are more pressing matters to attend.
Two years and 3 months ago, I arrived in the north territory which goes by the name of Icewind Dale. Three months after my arrival, there came upon the territory a calamity of ice. Those of more knowledge than I, say it is the work of the Frostmaiden, Auril. For two years now, all of those in Icewind Dale have been fighting for life in the never-ending winter brought by the wrath of the Frostmaiden. Myself, I have no connection here, it has been a long and dreary two years. Perhaps I may meet some others to liven up this cold existence.
