As daunting as the mimics may be, their evil pales in comparison to the wrath dealt out by a cousin to their species. Found in the northern regions of the realm- The Yelu. As flurry spawns above us, the doubt will grow among us; the ice wharf has hugged us into bay. The permafrost has cracked, gibing birth to beasts trapped by its weight within our posts. This ice we stood upon before, becomes our tomb. Left to develop into monsters of our own. As eons pass us by, our shape is molded by the cold. Now we're children of the snow.