Nearly a month passed before the strange mists that escaped during
Maylea's return would come to be seen once more. Without warning, a foul
storm began to form over the Northern Mountains, sending hail raining
down the mountainsides. Awoken by the strange weather, the Frost Spite
rose over Mount Wend, his temper stirred by the miasma above. With no
apparent reasoning behind it, the Frost Spite called upon the snowcats
that filled the mountain he resided on, sending them to seek blood
wherever they may come across it. The gates north of the orphanage
blasted open, and the snowcats stampeded down the mountain and out into
the highways, seeking out their prey.

While the herd was enormous, their distance from Mount Wend did not
afford them the protection offered by their usual guardian Semau, and
many took to slaying them. While Xenthos of the Glomdoring, Tremula of
Magnagora, and Viynain of Gaudiguch took to the streets, others quickly
took to the mountainside. Mayhem would continue to rain down upon the
Basin as the Frost Spite continued his volley of attacks, sending more
and more of the beasts upon those who would seek to defy him.

Upon Mount Wend, many gathered, yet it wasn't until Seniki Brokenhorn
cried out for help that any had a hint at stopping the Frost Spite's
mayhem. Seniki was Semau's now dead wife, and she had a plan for
stopping the Frost Spite's attack. Shedrin was the first to seek out
Seniki, yet many would soon follow, and she pleaded with those gathered
for assistance. Seniki urged everyone to seek out her husband's cloak in
hopes that he would remember his former life, and in time, the key to
its hiding place would come to be found. Maligorn, of Hallifax, opened
the chest containing the lost cloak, but Seniki did not feel that would
be enough. She then urged Maligorn to help the spirits of the
mountainside rest so that they too could help her husband remember what
once was.

Maligorn would stumble across few spirits upon the mountain, and the
Frost Spite rang out joyously. The spirit of the mountain soon gave
thanks to his unlikely ally, Xenthos, who killed off the spirits before
Maligorn was able to reach them. Unwilling to accept this fate, Seniki
turned to the Orphanage and its priest Denthon to recover the spirits
from their eternal torment. Denthon, with the assistance of a pair of
the Celestians gathered, called to Saint Gathlyn and the Supernals,
calling upon the power of the Light to help put these souls to rest. A
beam of light shot to the sky as they trio bowed their heads, and the
Frost Spite screamed out in agony as the spirits began to appear upon
Mount Wend once more.

Maligorn quickly assisted the spirits with departing to the afterlife,
and the cloak upon his back began to grow. Returning this to Seniki, she
was finally able to move on herself, and bid that Maligorn help her
husband do so as well. Returning the cloak to Semau, the taurian
regained his memory once more, but it was for naught. The Frost Spite,
who taunted all from above, was soon trapped within the very tool he
once used, and the storm above the mountain began to fade.

Semau, a loyal tool, bid those gathered to awaken his master once more,
but none would assist. With one final desperate attempt, the mists
attacked the mind of all within the Basin, and as they would come to
regain their vision, the mists had departed once more.

Silence would fill the Basin for a couple of months, yet the mists would
not idle for long.

Penned by My hand on the 1st of Estar, in the year 411 CE.