Bundle up tight, because Qyvon is bringing the chill just in time for this weekend’s Tournament

Qyvon watched as the great catapult creaked violently against its own weight before sliding to a stop in the fresh powder. The sappers scrambled to figure out why they’d stopped. All down the line of Malum’s forces, siege engines followed suit. Each came to a stop just below the foothills of the great mountain.

The wind grew by the moment. Ice blasted down its howling currents, stinging and obscuring vision. The wooden wheels of the siege machines had never felt cold like this and had finally reached their breaking point… worn down by the icy chill.

Throughout Malum’s force, commanders struggled to see their own troops. Lips turned blue. Frosty winds cracked and split skin. Atop a ridge just a short way in front of the line, however, Qyvon watched the chaos unbothered by the cold.

Their machines were stopped, their forces breaking. He hadn’t even helped the chill very much. Winter, his lifelong ally, made this battle short work.

This war, however, would not be won by some frost. “Ice doesn’t stop dragons” he muttered to himself as he watched the army begin to break into a rout without ever having encountered an enemy.

He breathed deeply of the frozen air around him and channeled even more force into the cold. He didn’t have long.

As if answering his thoughts, a piercing scream came from the clouds above him. He could tell from the direction of its movement that he’d been detected.

He had a good vantage from his ridge. The army was in full retreat, so they wouldn’t interfere. It emerged from the clouds like a shooting star… indeed coming straight for him. A lifedrinker. Qyvon’s heart sank as he looked around the mountain he’d called home for over four decades. “Goodbye my friend. A lifetime well spent.”

The dragon raced towards him. Qyvon shot bolt after bolt of ice at it but the dragon lithely dodged each without altering its momentum towards the lone knight. His axe fell to his side momentarily as he stared at the dragon, lost in thought. He’d expended too much of his power on the army… but all that frost was still here.

Not long now. Qyvon held his axe high above his head. The frosty air circled around him… mist spiraling into an icy vortex around his outstretched arm. The approaching dragon‘s scream was deafening now.

“For the mountain!” Qyvon howled with all his might as he let out the blast of icy winds. Mere drakelengths away, the dragon tried to cry out in pain only to find its jaws frozen shut. A mighty crash echoed through the tundra as a gargantuan mass of ice collided with a lone knight on the slopes of the great mountain.