The Frigid Woe (DW) - Act 1

The Symphony changes course to follow after Falteon and the mysterious red bird, as it leads them toward a different part of the shore.

The next hours of the trip were, thankfully, more peaceful than the first, with nothing but the steady waves of the sea surrounding their ship. The temperature gets progressively colder as they draw closer, until it was almost all one could think of.It's several hours and a long night of sailing in the bitter cold before the crew of the Symphony spots land in the distance, snow-covered and surrounded by glaciers.

"LAND HO!" Someone on the crew shouts, and several people come out to catch a glimpse of land.

The frozen wasteland of Eiselcross. Where their journey will truly begin.

Those watching the bird, however, see it perch not on shore, but on the top-mast of another ship, wrecked among the glaciers.

The wrecked ship is small - perhaps a personal travel vessel - but the damage looks new. There's no sound coming from within the ship, except for the steady sounds of the waves washing in and out.

Bonepipe is too busy rowing the RAFT OF CHAMPINS to pay too much attention to his surroundings, which quite nearly causes him to run directly into a glacier just barely peeking out of the water.After some effort, Bonepipe pulls up to the side of the ship, which is half-tilted into the water.Byron, meanwhile, is keeping an eye out for anything unusual, and gasps when she realizes that one of these glaciers has an eye.Fortunately, it's not a moving one - but what the group had mistaken for glaciers appears to instead be the frozen corpse of another giant ice-fish. What's even more surprising is that it doesn't even seem to be the same one they fought before. It's entire body is solid ice, its head and tail curled around the wrecked ship.

Mance, through his monoscope, can see the name of the ship painted on the side - The Flying Remorhaz - but the name doesn't ring any bells with him. He'll have to remember to look that up later.The red bird doesn't say anything to Teo, but instead looks down toward the trapdoor leading to be lower deck of the ship.

There's not much to be seen on the deck of the ship - the hull is cracked beyond repair, and most anything that might have been on deck that wasn't tied down is most certainly at the bottom of the Depths by now.

It's deathly quiet when the shrill whistle of the red-bird, still perched on the ship's mast, grabs the groups attention. The bird then flies down from the mast to land on the handle of the trapdoor.