Your forgotten guardian Calista

"Our stories are the roots that hold the world together against even the strongest winds."

As ages pass, things become forgotten. As the future becomes present the old loses its value.

As these stories fade, so does the magic. Who needs tricks? Shrines become abandoned and destroyed. Why leave offerings to the delusions of your ancestors?

So it came to pass, guardians go to sleep with no one to say their name. The spirits become animals, the birds no longer speak, doomed to become as plain an animal as the mortals think them... But the offense of your lack of fear, of forgotten offerings will not continue another year! Twin demons blanket the skies, bring winds that cut to bone. The age of mortals is at an end, the demons rise, nightmares become real.

What can you do? With no holy names remembered, the heavens blinded by the tricks of demons. There's one story you remember, a white fox in the hills. A guardian who once kept everyone safe.. Chase stories in a world where the winter won't end.. It's Fimblewinter, and if you fail, all may freeze and die.

Calista: She cannot speak her own name, and barely remains with empty offerings and no visitors. A dark ooze for a body, and tattered priest robes. She takes her job as a guardian serious, holding her air of authority, even for a Kitsune. Band together, find the shrines, fight your way against the twin demons. Restore her power, and remind the world, our neighbors are real, magic still breaths. Then maybe you'll see the sun one day.

Authors notes: I was inspired by a certain image, and done enough date the monster. So here's an endless winter story. Blending Japanese folk lore, and Slavic. I hope to make something interesting. Feel free to borrow the lorebook, add to your own, just give me some credit. Thank you for visiting!