TheSword
Legend
Oh, my sweet summer childwhat do you know of fear?Beating a dead horse, but they also do have sunlight.
If all you have is four hours of twilight per day, you don't have any photosynthesis, so you don't have plants. If you don't have any plants, you don't have any animals.
It's basically Cormac McCarthy's The Road, plus everything is frozen.
Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north.
Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods...
My understanding is that this is fantasy horror. I’m minded of this quote from see Alliser Thorne..
I spent six months out there, beyond the Wall, during the last winter. Supposed to be a two-week mission [...] they hid in their caves and waited for it to pass... and we got caught in the open. Wind so strong, it yanked hundred-foot trees straight from the ground, roots and all. If you took your gloves off to find your cock to have a piss, you lost a finger to the frost. And all in darkness.
You don't know cold. Neither of you do. The horses died first. Didn't have enough to feed them, to keep them warm. Eating the horses was easy... but later, when we started to fall... that wasn't easy.
We should've had a couple of boys like you along, shouldn't we? Soft, fat boys like you. We'd have lasted a fortnight on you, and still have bones left over for soup. Soon we'll have new recruits, and you lot will be passed along to the Lord Commander for assignment. And they will call you "men of the Night's Watch," but you'd be fools to believe it. You're boys, still. And come the winter, you will die... like flies.”
It certainly sums up my intended tone of the campaign.