Snow began to fall as the Betrayer placed a trinket on the raised stone altar in the middle of the Haunted Forest. The chirps of birds and howls of beasts sounded in disapproval. Each distant noise rising up through the forest in a fever pitch of panic. A cold wind whipped through the trees, chilling man and beast alike. The prophecy had come to pass, and so began the curse of Forever Winter. Winter’s Grasp would haunt the land for decades and all life on Rǔl fought for its very survival. But the ultimate fate of Rǔl is in your hands, for good or ill.