The Northern Obelisk has started to glow again. Every race wants to be there when it wakes.
Tame the frost beasts drawn to its light, tend the pilgrims, and hold the shrine.
The Northern Obelisk has started to glow again. Every race wants to be there when it wakes.
Tame the frost beasts drawn to its light, tend the pilgrims, and hold the shrine.
You have only heard stories of the night the obelisks were lit. You would rather not live one.
The glow steadies. For now, the world holds.
The light flares and the snowstorms begin.
Your ancestors lit this obelisk. Some say it is your duty to put it out.
The light dims under your hands, and the old songs fall silent.
You were too late. The obelisk answers someone else now.
Master Xi has waited centuries for this. You are his eyes on the ice.
Master Xi smiles for the first time anyone can remember.
Master Xi does not speak to you for a long time.
The ground hums under your claws. Below the ice, the obelisk goes all the way down.
The humming stops. The tunnels below are quiet again.
The tunnels shake. Something below has woken.