Quick character notes:

- Was responsible for the breaking of a gold-level oath. People know who he is. In a BAD way.
o No one knows why he did it. He left Winter right after.
- He has a human he is caring for in a holding. She is a secret.
- He is well-known as an absolutely expert fucking swordsman. His sword is lovely, lovely treasure
and his prized possession. It is, essentially, Frostbite 😉
- He used to know more. He used to be more. He remembers a time when he could—but. Fae
decline has hit him especially hard as a result of Oathbreaking, leaving his court, changing his
agenda, etc. He is far removed from what he was.

I have a full character history started, and I’m happy to give you any info you need until I submit it
(probably this weekend? Sorry, life has been nuts, and I’ve been a bit … out of spoons).

Frost, of Legend

Nature – Penitent

Demeanor – Stoic

Court- Courtless

Origin – Inanimae

Agenda – Constantinian, Humanitarian ish

Attributes

Str – 2*, Dex 4, Stam 4

3 over = 6
Cha-1, Man 1, App 4
1 over = 1
Per 2*, Int 2, Wits 4

Alert 3, Ath 2, Brawl 1, Dodge 2, Intim 2 Kenning 3 = 13

Melee 5**, Ste 3 = 5 (Specialty: sword)

Gram 4**, HW 3, Ling 3 = 9 (fosterling, Winter, Autumn, French*, German*)

Dusk 4
1 over =
Night *
7
Day *

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Arch

Yesterday’s Tale
Memory of Trees

Holding 3 - Dusk

(magical alert 1, cottage size 1, sprite 4 over = 4

housekeeping)

Holding 2 – Night

(regain, cottage sz 1)

Treasure 4**

Penalty for extra actions at base number

4 extra damage as frostbite, separate soak rolls

Will 5**

Weaving 3

Mists 3

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Greater Features – 2

1. Vitality of the Mists

2. Flowing Form (frost – Creeping Form, really)**

Lesser - 4

Seasonal Locks

“ Footsteps

“ Breath

“ Touch

Elongated Appearance

Echoes

1. thrown salt

2. not cross salt

3. dried rowan as a ward

Freebs – 1 dom, 3 ab, 1 WP, 1 sp = 15 ***ERROR. There was a miscalculation here. So, I am paying for
the WP with EXP, and I will talk to you about the floating point being used to add a specialty. Cause
WHOOPS.***

Ability Aptitude (1) – Melee

Graceful (2)
13
Jack of All Trades (5)

Gift of the Bard (1)

Unleashing Control (4)

Oathbreaker (3) Other fae are easily aware of what Frost did. 34 total = 17

Curiosity (2) – Resisting temptation as a Wits roll. Relates to the faith stuff previously discussed.

Ward (3) – Cate. See above.

Emotional Ennui (2) – (adjusted from Vampire to be about kenning as emotional perception). Increased
dif cause it’s all been done. :P

Dominion Ineptitude (6) Dawn (Cannot access Dawn Dominion)

Iron Tongue (6) (Damage taken from not adhering to words of fealty or pledges spoken)

Chattel Appetite (3) – (taken to represent drive to observe humans. It’s a fascination bordering on need.
It’s what keeps him from being a total hermit)

Delicate Soul (6) - (Lost or Locked at 2 point imbalance rather than 3)

Echo Intolerant (2) - (extra die on echoes)

Touch of Frost (1) – LOLZ.

 Raised **
 Want to raise *

Experience: -3 (WP), -4 (WP)

The changing of the seasons, the marking of that change, and all that goes with it … we are those things.
To say that they are natural occurrences that would happen without us … we are nature. We cannot
really be separated from it. The humans want to talk about things as following a logical pattern that was
set in motion and needs no further tending. They seem to have forgotten when they bargained with me
to keep the frost from their crops. They forget when I was responsible for granting them time to harvest.

I am not the only Frost. Perhaps not even the first Frost. But here, I am the First Frost, and that is what
I’ve always been. Before I had a form, I was simply the frost on the leaves, the shimmering cold on the
ground, the promise that winter was coming and the time of bountiful harvest was ending. When I
came, growing would stop. I brought stasis. I brought death. It is what I am, and for the longest time it
never occurred to me that I could be anything else. We’re not like the humans. We don’t choose what
we are. I cannot choose to grow flowers. I cannot choose to bring healing. {GM note: Frost has the flaw
that locks him from Dawn Dominion}. / Despite this, I have learned to want things not of cold and
winter. I have learned to desire things that I was never meant for. The humans infect us with their
longing. They teach us how to reach beyond what we are and what we were meant to be.

First, I was the frost. Then I was Frost, First Frost, the Warning, the one who brought cold. Sometimes I
came in as ice crystals on the wind. Sometimes I walked the paths in the form of a man, but ice spread
from my touch. Sometimes, I danced, and the air chilled around me.

The early times are hard to keep straight now. I didn’t measure time at all then. I was, and I did. I knew
when to do because I was what I did. There wasn’t doubt or question. As time passed, I became a
service rather than a fact. I could be delayed. I could be summoned. I could be bargained with. I was no
longer nature only. I was human’s conception of nature, and that was different.

{OK, so moving out of Frost’s voice for a bit… here’s some info about him.}

He ended up in the Winter court sorta by default. He actually, as a ‘harvest’ related inanimae who is as
much about air as he is water, could have fit Autumn, but the choice wasn’t given. Winter was like, you
belong here, and he accepted that. They said that he was graceful, and biting, and that he would be a
good warrior, and he accepted that, also. He accepted most things as they were presented to him.

But he did find humans fascinating. He liked watching the way they worked. The ways they kept warm.
The powers they had against cold, or dark, or change. The ways they simultaneously worked with and
against nature. He didn’t “like” them and wasn’t particularly sympathetic toward them, but he bore
them no ill will. He cultivated minor oaths with several – usually in the forms of negative duties, but it
was in this way that he came to grasp ‘time’ because he could grant it – he could ‘give’ time to people,
or decide how and when death would happen.

{full disclosure, this part of the history is inspired by a folk song I love where the singer says, ‘come kiss
me, jack frost, and I’ll live forever’. The singer is an amazing artist and a part of the lgbtq community,
and I can send you some stuff if you’re interested. Ok, back to history}
There were wars. There were werewolves. There were vampires. The other courts. Fighting. Seasons.
Cold, cold, oaths. Humans toiling in fields. Promises. Threats. Offerings. We were respected. We were
feared. We were gods. Years passed, and I remember many things from those years, but also don’t.
Humans are the ones who separate their memories and give them time frames and lay them out as
baubles on a line. I cannot always say when a memory is from or how long it lasted or even what came
before or after it. But there are some things that changed everything that followed. Those, I remember.

There was a girl. Her father was a farmer. She watched me, dancing. Watched the frost spread over the
fields and ensure that Winter was coming and food and warmth would be scarce. She came out to join
in my dance. Offered me a hand. The Winter Court frowns on kindness to humans. During the Saining,
you must repent of it. But I had never seen such boldness. I asked her, “are you not afraid? I bring
death.” With such certainty, she told me, “You put the plants to sleep so that they will grow again.”

It wasn’t true. But it wasn’t untrue. And how had this tiny human come to this conclusion? What were
humans that they could have such ideals? That they could decide what we were when even we could
not?

Another time, she was taller, older. Again, she came to dance with me. “What is it that you want from
me?” I asked, and she replied that there was nothing precisely. She just wanted to see the world go to
sleep.

Once, I told her some of the things the humans I had known had asked of me. I told her some of what I
could do. I volunteered these things because I wanted her to want something from me. Why was
unclear to me, but I couldn’t conceive of her wanting to dance in the cold simply to do so. That was what
*I* was. It wasn’t what she was. She was interested, but not in the ways I had expected. She asked me
how long I had lived and where I had learned to do such things. I didn’t know how to answer her; now
that she finally wanted something, I couldn’t give it to her. “Did your father teach you?” she asked. But I
have no father. I told her what I knew of consciousness. I told her that the court was a learning and a
beginning, but not the first of either. I tried to conceive of what I was, so that I could tell her. I wondered
things that I had never wondered before because she had asked.

When we met again, she pressed herself against me, the warmth of her body causing the sheen on my
skin to return to liquid. I didn’t know why she had done it or if it was a threat. “You are my oldest friend”
she told me, but even though I knew the word, the concept was foreign. Friend? And friend with a
human? Friend with a human girl? Woman? She had grown, like their kind do. In the blink of an eye, it
seemed. “Why do you think me such?” “Well, you are. You’ve lived the longest, and also, I’ve known you
the longest. For ten years, except the one I missed when Mother wouldn’t let me outside due to fever.
But I watched you.” Did I remember her not being there once? I tried to think of it. How many times had
we met? Nine? It seemed like maybe that was so. Or maybe not. She seemed so confident. "How can
you remember that?” I asked, and she frowned. She seemed upset, but I couldn’t understand why or
how she had come to be so.

“I remember all my time with you” she said. “You’re special to me.” Humans remember things
differently than the Fae, and we know this. But she credited me with her remembering? Was this
because I was a god? Because I brought the sleep to the fields? Because I brought the cold? She smiled.
“It’s because I like you.”
Humans are so strange. I was not meant to be liked. What is liking to the frost? What is friendship to
nature? Why would she assign these human ideas to me? I am not of a court that cultivates such things.
I am not of an origin that understands such things. I am the frost, and that is all I exist to be.

But now, within me, there was some strange regret about what I was. What I am. And I wondered, can I
be more?

“What do I need to do?” I asked. “To be your friend?”

She grinned, and her smile seemed to be warm like Summer. “You can start by remembering our time
together. And visiting more often. Both.”

So I did. Both for a while, and then just the one.

I made myself think logically. I courted the Weaving so that I could understand Time around her. I tried
to take notes. I asked her about her people’s calendar, but it was too difficult to understand. So I started
my own. Year 1 was the year she asked me to remember. I visited her 10 times that year. 8 times the
next. 11 times the following. But then, there was war, and I made it back only to bring the end of the
harvest. I didn’t much feel like dancing. I walked the paths and wondered why she did not come.

Finally, she came, but her mood was different than I had known her to be. Like me, she did not seem in
the mood for dancing. “Where have you been?” she asked me, and even I could hear the accusation
burning in her voice.

“My people are at war. It’s not surprising. Not new. But they’ve called on me, and I’ve been busy at
battle. I come now only because the Oath compels it. It’s the only excuse they accept.”

“Frost” and now her voice is ice.

“I have failed at friendship?” I guess.

“Why have you made no Oath to me?” she asks.

I’m surprised. She knows what I can do, for we have spoken of it many times. She has never asked a
single blessing of me although I would have given it.

“What would you have of me?” I ask.

“You. I would have you. You said you would visit.”

“You wish to make me your servant? Such an Oath would be ill-viewed by my court.”

She made a growling noise. “Oh, never mind! There’s no use talking to you!” and stomped away,
hurriedly. I considered going after her, but I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. She had never
explained this situation to me. I finished traversing the field, and I left, but I took uneasiness with me,
and my return to the battlefield was vicious and bloody.

That year, I came to visit again in the Summer though it was difficult to get away. I had thought of her
often, and I didn’t wait to wish for the end of Autumn to see if she was still angry. But when I went to
the village, I could not find her. At her home, there was a man I had not seen before. Had he taken her
house from her? Had he bested her father in combat? That would make some sense, as her father was a
farmer. Why had she not called on me? I would have won the combat for her. Then, I thought, can she
call on me? Perhaps that is what she meant before? That she wished to be able to call on me? I was
contemplating whether or not I would kill the man when she came into view. When she realized I was
there, her face changed, pinched a little, and she gestured me away. So, I left.

That Fall, she berated me for leaving. “I came looking for you, but you were gone.”

“I thought you wanted me to leave.”

“Just a little. Not all the way. I just didn’t want Geoff to see you.”

“Who is he?” I asked, remembering. “Where is your father? Is he your brother?”

“Father’s dead. The farm is Geoff’s now, through… marriage.”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you last year. I just.. there was too much to say. Then, in Summer- I
didn’t expect you, and Geoff’s so careful of me, you know.” She gestured absently to her very large
stomach. “I’m pregnant. With his heir. That’s…is that… do you… does that make sense?”

It did and it didn’t. I knew what sex and pregnancy and lineage were, of course. But this girl, the one
who had danced with me since she was a child, now to be a parent herself? That was difficult to
understand. Hadn’t we just met? Hadn’t we just talked? When had this happened?

I nodded, slowly. Numbed. Surprised at the way I hated this news. What did it matter to me?

“I was thinking of the Oath you wanted me to make-“

She hit me. It didn’t hurt, but it was surprising. A thin coating of Frost crackled where her hand
connected. “It’s too late for that now.”

I didn’t understand why. “What- what would you have me do?”

“I’m a wife now, and a mother soon. I can’t—I can’t.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t. Just…” she cast a glance back at her house. “Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me. So I’ll live forever. Like the plants.”

“I can’t make you live forever.”

“I know. And neither can the priests, but they insist of their baptisms. I refused. Refused for me, and the
babe. I’d rather have your magic than theirs.”

It was the first time she had spoken of the Church to me, but it wouldn’t be the last. I did kiss her. More
than once. And we held hands, mine melting over hers in the twilight, as I walked among the fields with
her for another change in season.

Over the next few years, as counted by my Oath and the initial calendar of our friendship, her daughter
grew to the age she had been when we met. She had kept her promise – no baptism, and she had raised
her daughter to love the Fair Folk, but the Church presence in the town was getting stronger, and many
who operated in the area had stopped doing so openly. We became less open about our work in the
fields, and we never danced anymore. It seemed like each year marked new dangers that the Fae were
completely ignoring in their efforts to win the war. As for me, the war didn’t matter to me anymore. I
was completely taken up with Anje and little Cate. I found reasons to slip away to visit more often until
Anje told me that I needed to stay away for a little while. Cate had told Geoff that a “fairy man” was
visiting.

I offered to kill him if he was a problem, but Anje didn’t find the offer as helpful as I had hoped.

We were walking the fields together, but it was dangerous now. I couldn’t do it as myself. The town had
grown so much less friendly to the fae in such a short time. Anje’s husband had become very involved
with a local church, but Cate was old enough now to know what not to repeat. So we walked the fields
together. After, Anje sent Cate on an errand and invited me into her home, a thing she had never done
before. “I miss seeing you as you are.” she told me, so I dropped the Mists.

“You look the same.” A mix of accusation and awe. “You never change.”

At least this pronouncement I knew was false. “I have changed much since I’ve come to know you. The
vows of court, the war of the seasons, these are mere distractions from the time I spend here, walking
the fields with you and Cate.”

And finally, finally, I had spoken the right words to her, because her reaction was felt like something I
had missed in our other encounters. There was joy, and even tears, but I could tell that she was not sad.

What happened next I suspect she had planned ahead of time, as she’d sent Cate away and invited me
in, but I had not ever suspected it.

After, I asked her to come with me. But she knew too much of Winter from our long conversations over
the years. She did not fear me, but she feared the Fair Folk, and she would not come.

A few meetings more brought us to a time when her belly again swelled, but this time with a changeling
child. I wished her to come away with me, and to bring Cate. But she spoke of the war and the constant
summonings I had received to it. She spoke of the Winter Court and their opinion of changelings. And
she spoke of Geoff, a man who, she said she did not love but nevertheless did not wish to simply
abandon. “His only crime is that he is not you. I will never love him, but should I take his child from
him?” It bothered me, the idea of this Geoff, a man of the new God, raising my child, but I wouldn’t
think to take anything from Anje that she did not freely give, and so the situation remained as it was.

My child was born, and as with Cate, Anje refused to baptize Liuk, and when I came, we would walk the
fields, Liuk in her arms, and then toddling beside her and Cate now soon to be of marrying age herself.

I, who had not understood time, now began to understand that it was my enemy.

“Finish the war” she said, “and I will consider coming with you.” But how can one finish a war like ours?
It was meant to go forever, I was certain. And I, one of the Winter Court’s more notorious fighters,
wielder of the treasured Frostbite, could I really leave the war? What reason could I give that would not
have them plotting harm against my wards? Anje was adamant. I must leave the war. It was not enough
for my status to keep her safe while I fought. She wanted me free. The very notion that I hadn’t been
free was so surprising and unexpected that we argued, but not for long. “I will find a way” I promised
her.

Frost returns after the Truce is struck feeling that finally something has gone his way. 100 years is a long
time. They will find another solution in that time. Or perhaps he can side with those who would keep the
truce going. Perhaps he can “lose” the Frostbite. Something. There is time now to make plans, at the
least. {I am fudging time here. I like the idea of the Truce being struck right after the Battle of Stone, but
it was actually like 30-50 Dim Years first? If it is important for continuity, then he just is returning for his
Oath, but if the Dim Years can be fudged, then I am changing the timeline. Shrug}

But he finds the village where he maintains the Gold Oath a very different place than last he was here,
and Anje, and Liuk both gone, and Cate lost to him, too. For plague has struck the village, killing many,
and bringing with it a final blow to the pagan beliefs of the people. Cate tells him what happened, how
the priests promised healing if the people would pledge themselves to God. How the pagan households
were blamed for the plague and even neighbors struck at them. How Anje was pressured to receive
baptism, how she refused, and how Geoff, frustrated by the pressures of the religious order, became
unreasonable and violent. And then the sickness struck their house, but somehow, Geoff seemed
immune while Anje, Liuk, and Cate became sicker with each day. In the end, Cate explains, Anje was
baptized to save her immortal soul. She was too weak to resist, and she died shortly after. Liuk and Cate
did not resist their ‘father’s’ wishes in their grief and illness. For Liuk, it didn’t matter; he still died. Cate
recovered, but her father’s grief-fueled zealotry had effectively orphaned her. He was never home, and
he hardly spoke to her.

She looked to me to save her, but how could I? She was baptized and the Mists would never be a home
for her now. And Anje and Liuk were gone.

“Why did they not seek healing?” I was harsh in my grief.

But of course, they had, Cate explained. Many of the pagan families had sought the Faerie Court’s
intervention, but had found no succor. Some had turned to God and similarly been ignored. “We tried to
reach you, but we didn’t know how.” She told me . It would not have mattered, perhaps. I cannot heal.
But I could have prevented the baptisms. I could have been with them at the end. I could have stolen
the hour of their death, frozen them until I could find a healer. But I had been at war. I had seen the Fae
leaders fall. It was unsurprising that the Courts felt they had no time for humans. But look what the war
had cost. Oaths were failing everywhere. Humans were finding new powers in a new God. And the only
family I had ever known had been lost to me.

I blamed the Church, of course. Their God was as impotent as I was when it came to healing. Their magic
waters did nothing to preserve life. Their influence in the village had left a trail of broken Oaths (though
not my own), and weakened already strained relationships with the local court. So there had been no
help.

And I blamed my court, of course. I blamed them for this recent failure to assist the pagan humans who
were still faithful to us. Who had rejected the new God. Who had loved us. But I also blamed them for
the past. For their distraction as the humans and their new religion rose to power. For their
unwillingness to accept Changelings. For the way the disregarded the humans they dealt with. I blamed
them for the lost lifetime with Anje.
So, I punished them both. I blighted the crops. It was barely the beginning of Fall, and there shouldn’t
have been frost in the fields, but I came back and Unleashed my full fury upon the town. And when the
Gold Oath broke, I knew that Winter would finally realize a mistake had been made. They would just
never know which one.

I couldn’t leave Cate to starve or be tortured by the church, so I took her. But she can never be a
Changeling, and I don’t know what to do with her. At this point, she’s been kept too long to be easily
returned among humans, and I am not good company. But when I am killed, either in battle or for my
betrayal against my old court, what will become of her? Perhaps I should let her go, but she is all I have
left of the times that were good, so I do not.

Frost’s holding in Germany is a two point holding (Night), a small ice cave with the regain ability. It is
where he hangs out and fights bros who come to give him shit.

Then, in another area, (somewhere closer to where game is focused ish?), he has a small cottage with an
alarm system and a sprite that deals with upkeep. That is where Cate stays, whiling the days away,
forever a teenager. It is Dusk-aligned.

When he broke the GOLD oath, it fucked him up Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. He has a bunch of flaws, but
also I just ‘took away’ a bunch of knowledge and skill that I couldn’t pay for and called them lost as a
result of his oathbreaking. It makes sense, story-wise, and I get to play Frost as angsty about his
diminished character (even though he is objectively a badass)

- Frost used to know and be more than he is. Fae decline has hit him especially hard as a result of
Oathbreaking, leaving his court, changing his agenda, etc. He is far removed from what he was.
- He may have suffered Soul Rime (there’s been some speculation), but maybe not. He is certainly
heartbroken. He sees the future as one long expanse of boredom and fighting. He misses the
frivolity of youth.
- He would have had status, but he lost it when he left the Winter court (obvs). He now has an
almost negative status.
- He’s spent most of the Oath Truce chilling out and brooding. He spends more time in his cave
than at the cottage with Cate. He pretends this is for her safety (to keep her secret), but the
truth is far more complicated.
- He has an obsession with watching humans, even though he def. hates the church. He finds the
day to day actions of humans fascinating, and he is moved by their beliefs and oddities. He has
an addiction of sorts to watching them, but he no longer feels comfortable among them.

Character Sheet Thoughts and Explanations:

Nature – Penitent
 He believes that the fae, and the church, are both blights on humanity. Neither are capable of
follow through on their promises, esp. while at war with each other. He does feel the need to atone for
his failures in the village. He doesn’t really feel guilty about breaking the oath despite the hurt it caused
to fae and villagers alike, however.

Agenda – Constantinian, Humanitarian ish

He’s fascinated with human faith and human interest even when he doesn’t necessarily care or
know how to relate to individual humans. He finds humans have a power over reality that (he thinks)
most of the fae have missed. Their ideas, their words, their labeling of reality seems to create reality.
The same is true of the church. How did echoes come to work, and why? Because someone decided it
would be so? Terrifying.

App 4 – I gave this to him, at the cost of charisma and manipulation, because I am vain on his behalf.
Also, because frost glittering outside is fucking gorgeous. Lastly because although he probably could
strive to be charismatic and/or manipulative, neither really appeals to him. He did try to be charismatic
some in the past, and maybe he will find his way to raising that stat. Manipulation is nothing that he
desires to be. Folk will listen, or be intimidated, or be ___ if they want to or not. It doesn’t concern him.
His path is generally clear to him regardless of the actions of others. (He’s an opposite-Lys.)

Gram 4**, HW 3, Ling 3 = 9

Gram represents his age and his interest in the magical underpinnings of what Fae are. Because he is
stoic and a lot of his philosophy is internal, I think most don’t even realize that he is as interested as he is
in what the fae are and can do. But, for instance, recognizing the Soul Rime, having an understanding of
Fae magic and the danger of Echoes – these things interest him, and he sometimes slips and shows that
interest. Hearth Wisdom from his interest in humans and human religion. I didn’t realize theology was
separate until last game. I might need to split this up in some way? Linguistics because it makes sense
for his background.

Dusk 4 – I think he used to have a lot of Night but he’s sort of … avoiding it for right now. It is
representative of something he left behind. He obviously had no Dawn. He might have had a little Day,
but Day is a lot of social stuff, so maybe not. He is interested in being able to take on a human form
without the use of mists. Especially because mists still leaves him looking ethereal.

Jack of All Trades – Frost has forgotten more than he remembers, in a lot of ways. 😊