In the Winter Citadel, new Gods of the Cold were born, woven from the dreams of trees and the hopes of new intelligences.Some were made of the sound of Winter breezes through the branches.Others took on the form of electronic angels.There were those who watchedAnd those that still slept and waited.And the Gods had their Servants who, in their own way, were as strange and wondrous. Creatures who may once have been human.Some still bore the scars of the old world.
And some had Magics all of their own.
And there were those who were shadows of what might have been.Most fearsome of all were the guards.Above the Citadel, other gods watched.
Strange and Lost Visions 