Frosthold Monsters

Tolan Driftmark - The Tribal Warrior

“Count the wind. When it drops, we run. When it rises, we live.”

“Count the beats. Plant the pins. When the wall breathes in—lift.”

“Don’t watch the gate—watch the stones. The wall grows fingers in this cold.”

“The gates do not fall. They forget to be closed.”

“Open your gates, little kin. Or I will teach your walls how to kneel.”

Drown your flames in snow and bare your necks. The Glass Crown keeps what burns.

Pile warm. Pile metal. Kneel. Do this, and Gorvak does not break you.

Shhh—hear the lock breathe? Now make it stop.

Torches down. Knees in the snow. When the collar rattles, you crawl—or you bleed.

Lay down your steel and your heat. Crawl. The ice will remember your shape.

When the hardpack sings and the snow throws sparks, it’s not thunder—it’s her.

When the sun drops and the snow turns blue, he is already behind you.