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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6669562" data-attributes="member: 6696971">Saerie calls out to Old Man Winter.&nbsp; He answers.The sky darkens as angry clouds gather to decisively blot out the sun.&nbsp; Wind whips into a stiff breeze and then to a gale.&nbsp; Everyone is tossed like sticks in the wind and forced to sprawl in the knee-deep snow to stay anchored to terra firma.&nbsp; Rain freezes and turns to sideways, scouring sleet in the harsh winds.&nbsp; The temperature drops significantly to well below freezing.&nbsp; The tentacles still attached to the malevolent force on the other side of the entropic fissure jolt backwards.&nbsp; A triumphant bear roar can be faintly heard over the howling winds as he batts the one attacking him with a huge paw.&nbsp; He then drops his huge weight to the ground and doesn't budge an inch despite the wintry gusts.The specter of the massive, unknowable, aboleth-like being beyond this world draws back as the Far Realm is shunted away from your world.&nbsp; The tentacles retract full from your side of the breach and the tear lessens...then lessens some more...until it finally blinks out of existence.The winds slow to an uncomfortable winter breeze as people stir to their feet but vocalize only the anxious release of held breaths.&nbsp; The tremendous updrafts relinquish and the hammering sleet turns to more gentle flakes.&nbsp; The world of the mountain is shrouded in little more than twilight when it should be sunny.&nbsp; Old Man Winter and his dark mood hasn't played itself out quite yet...[sblock]You guys are going to have to defy some BRRRRR danger.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6669562, member: 6696971"] Saerie calls out to Old Man Winter. He answers. The sky darkens as angry clouds gather to decisively blot out the sun. Wind whips into a stiff breeze and then to a gale. Everyone is tossed like sticks in the wind and forced to sprawl in the knee-deep snow to stay anchored to terra firma. Rain freezes and turns to sideways, scouring sleet in the harsh winds. The temperature drops significantly to well below freezing. The tentacles still attached to the malevolent force on the other side of the entropic fissure jolt backwards. A triumphant bear roar can be faintly heard over the howling winds as he batts the one attacking him with a huge paw. He then drops his huge weight to the ground and doesn't budge an inch despite the wintry gusts. The specter of the massive, unknowable, aboleth-like being beyond this world draws back as the Far Realm is shunted away from your world. The tentacles retract full from your side of the breach and the tear lessens...then lessens some more...until it finally blinks out of existence. The winds slow to an uncomfortable winter breeze as people stir to their feet but vocalize only the anxious release of held breaths. The tremendous updrafts relinquish and the hammering sleet turns to more gentle flakes. The world of the mountain is shrouded in little more than twilight when it should be sunny. Old Man Winter and his dark mood hasn't played itself out quite yet... [sblock]You guys are going to have to defy some BRRRRR danger.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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