It was a warm autumn day, full of golden rays of sunlight, when winter
made itself known at the fabled Aetherplex Chamber in the form of
Kurteba, a winded igasho scholar. The shards of ice bedecking his robe
still in the process of melting, he wasted no time looking for what he
came for: skilled hunters.

Though he insisted he was unable to hunt for the creatures he sought on
his own, his appearance suggested otherwise. Lucky for him, Iytha
Trueflight and Dahlla D'Cente agreed to assist and off to the Mountains
of Icewynd they went. Having instructed Doman Trueflight on where to
find him, so did he.

Many stubbed toes and a short encounter with an ice bear later,
Kurteba's little library was overflowing with visitors who flocked to
Icewynd to investigate the peculiar disturbance. While several visited
the rather large group of Forsaken at the gates of Climanti, Mrak
n'Kylbar was the first to find himself in the library itself.

Arriving first from her trip across the ice, Iytha came bearing what she
had set out to obtain but it took the combined efforts of Xenthos
An'Ryshe, Veyils Ysav'rai, Mrak n'Kylbar, Gero, and Kalas Cyna to
assemble all that the scholar was after.

With everything in hand, Kurteba was able to construct a grand spire
that he hoped would prevent the Ice Angels from rising again. Upon the
suggestion of Gero, those gathered hurriedly fiddled with its individual
pieces until it snapped into place and shone brilliantly. With that
Kurteba jumped behind Mrak n'Kylbar and they set off to place and
activate it. While they were successful, Mrak was unable to enjoy either
the spectacle or the spoils, as Icewynd claimed yet another victim.

While not everyone approved of his methods, Kurteba was able to strike a
blow at the Ice Angels. After being successful there, he travelled back
to his library to continue research on other methods to prevent their
resurgence. What will the ancient Forsaken texts reveal next?


Penned by My hand on the 15th of Shanthin, in the year 464 CE.