Winter has existed since
Habololy was first created, but Frostine has not. The winter season was
originally the domain of Lakius. Realizing the burden of handling the
sea, the sky, winter, and other aspects, Lakius decided to sponsor a
deity, who became known as Frostine.
Infatuated with his power,
the young deity created the continent of Icefia. A frozen land only
inhabited by the creatures he placed there. Not content with only that,
Frostine set his cold eyes upon the rest of the world. Before he could
move any further, a strange thing happened to Icefia: humanity. Humans
settled and eventually defeated Frostine’s paradise.
Diminished, but never
defeated, Frostine continues to belt out his fury of winters down upon
the world. His chosen creatures are in hibernation for the time when
Frostine has promised Habololy will feel the icy grasp
A long-standing member of
the Counsil, Frostine rarely strays from the will of the majority. His
only nemesis on it is Sutyr, whom he will oppose at every turn. Of the
cults, Frostine cares little beyond his duty to the Counsil.
The faithful of Frostine are
devoted to his icy view of the world. They seek to bring it about so
that Frostine can wield more power. His faithful are jealous and
distant, and stand out easily. They take no care to hide their
intentions.
There has been speculation
among enlightened clerics of all religions that Frostine has faithful on
other worlds not far away, from where he draws power and brings allies.
Power:
Lesser God
Symbol:
A four-pointed snowflake.
Alignment:
Neutral Evil
Aspects:
Winter, Cold, Frost Giants
Plane of Existence:
Prime Material
Domains:
Air, Evil, Water
Prayer Time: In the morning before the sun comes
out
Favored Weapon:
Spear
Turn Undead:
Control Undead
Back from the Dead:
Any
Favored Class:
none
Special:
Ability to create Armor of Ice (see p.228)
High
Temple:
Mount
Sykle
High Cleric:
Farn Winterson
Number of Faithful:
600,000
Associated Groups:
none
Dogma: The power of
the cold cannot be overcome. Everything will one day fall into chill.
The wise worship the might of the winter and the cold it brings. Death
is cold. Those who have accepted it have nothing to fear; those who
fought against the inevitable will learn in death they were wrong.
Feast Day: 1st
Coustus
