On TalArd, 1st of VronArd, 790, the Spring Snapdragon Court of the Feywild was at the height of it’s 5 Day new year and season celebration. With the three moons full at the top of the sky, magic was at an all time high. The air itself was heady, causing a wonderful slight intoxication just breathing and existing. Minor cantrips cast would excel beyond their level. Rituals could be cast without components, completing in half the time. Revelry was high, wine was pouring, everyone was feasting. Then the alarm went up. Sweeping in, over the mountains to the west, an avalanche of snow and sleet poured down. In the eternal land of spring, snow was unheard of. An occasional chilly morning was the coldest they would have to endure. No one was prepared. The blizzard blanketed the city. Some were buried. Many who sheltered froze to death in their homes. Dozens of nobles never made it inside at the palace and froze in the courtyard. Unprepared for anything of this nature or magnitude, the losses were catastrohpic.
Once the flurry ended, day 3 of the year, a caravan set out, tracing back along the path of the storm. They headed west, until they reached the winter barrier. The damage was noticeable, but the hole in the barrier had managed to mend itself. Traces of chaos energy tinged at the edge of the damaged area. Some of the caravan stayed behind to reinforce the barrier and cleanse the chaos energy. To research, and try to find what went wrong. The rest carried through, headed to The Glass Tower, capital of the Winter Lands.
