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Hello fellow trappers! This month's set brings miniature form the frozen northern reaches of Stoica. It's a cold harsh landscape full of freezing tundras and boreal forests. Let's take a look at this months dragon.

Icy Tyrant

Ice tyrants are evil cunning dragons that go out of their way to spread suffering and malice. They find their home in snowy mountains and icy caves, often surrounding their lair with ice spikes to help keep out unwanted guests. Ice tyrants are greater dragons meaning they can speak and understand languages and they are even more intelligent than most greater dragons. They use their keen intelligence to unlock the power of spell casting which allows them to cast a handful of spells. A common tactic for Ice Tyrants when stalking their prey is to use Ice wall to corral them in and then use their breath attack to finish the job, leaving nothing but frozen representations of it's former foes. When hunting an Ice tyrant fire is your best friend, both to keep your self from freezing and to harm the dragon. Even just being near the body of an ice dragon can freeze a trapper solid but they are vulnerable to fire so play to their weaknesses and keep a safe distance. Ice tyrants are smart enough to know when they are outmatched and they will fly or even swim away under the ice if they sense their defeat is imminent.

Saber-Toothed Felidont

Felidonts are magical beasts that resemble giant versions of large cats with great feathered wings. Some speculate they where created by a powerful druid to act as guardians for their grove once they where gone, but whether that is their true origin is unknown. What ever their source they act as fierce hunters in the world today. Felidonts can be found anywhere you might find their mundane feline counterparts. The saber-toothed felidont is especially dangerous. They can typically found in the norther part of Stoica but some have also been reported in the savage lands in the south of Letona. When hunting saber-toothed felidont will fly long distances looking for prey, using snowfall as cover. Once it catches scent of its prey it will circle the area looking for the best line of attack. For smaller prey the feldiont will dive bomb from the sky often killing it's prey on impact of carrying it off to finish the job. With larger prey it will sneak up on foot and use it's massive fangs to go for the throat and wrestle its unsuspecting victim to the ground. These massive beasts have also been rumored to have been used as mounts for frost giants though the lodge has found them impossible to domesticate so far.

Vaultamir, Stoic Barbarian

The far north of Stoica is home to fierce waring clans. In the cold north only the strong survive and Vaultamir could be said to be one of the strongest. Even as a young lad Vaultamir was bigger than men many years his superior. When Vaultamir was only 16 years old his village was attacked by a young Ice Tyrant known as Coldfang. Coldfang wreaked havoc, destroying cottages, livestock and crops. The warriors of the village where killed one by one as they threw themselves at the great dragon only to be shattered in to shards crystalline ice. Vaultamir, seeing his village be destroyed, hefted the claymore of a fallen warrior and with both hands threw the word in a great arc plunging it into the chest of the stunned wyrm. Coldfang crumpled to the ground with the sword through its heart. Dead. Word of this spread and eventually reached The Dragon Trappers Lodge. They set out to find this dragon killer and where surprised to find someone so young. The lodge members asked him to join but he refused, wanting to help rebuild his village instead. Several years passed and eventually the mother of Coldfang, Silvercruel learned of the death of her son at the hands of Vaultamir. Silvercruel sought out Vaultamir's Village intending to make him suffer for what he had done. Once again Vaultamir's village was razed by an Ice tyrant and once again the men of the village fell to the claws and teeth of the cruel beast. The Ice Tyrant searched the village for the one called Vaultamir and to her delight she found him trying to protect his young wife and their infant daughter Elena. Vaultamir tried to fight her but she was far stronger and more cunning than her son and she froze Vaultamir in a block of ice with his head exposed so he could witness her revenge before she finished him. Vaultamirs wife did her best to stop Silvercruel but she was helpless before the massive dragon and she fell defending their daughter. In an unbridled rage Vaultamir strained against the ice that encased him and shattered his frozen prison. Having just lost his wife to this foul serpent and determined to not lose his daughter as well, Vaultamir reached his bare hands into their hearth and grabbed the coals burning there. Silver cruel turned in surprise only to be met with burning ash thrown right into her eyes. Vaultamir used the distraction to scramble up her body, holding tightly as she thrashed around trying to loose him of his perch. In act of pure barbaric rage, Vaultamir tore one of Silvercruels antler like horns form her head and plunged the sharp points through her eye killing the evil dragon. Though Silvercruel was defeated Vaultamir was heart broken. His village reminded him too much of what head lost so he took his daughter and sought out the Lodge. Vaultamir became the first and only trapper to ever skip being a greenie and join the Lodge as a veteran. In order to make sure he did not lose Elena as well he had her trained at the lodge in combat and magic as she grew through the years. He would not have her be helpless as her mother had been. In his time Vaultamir has killed many dragons and his story is told by many a trapper in lodges through out the world.

Horgarth the Musk Ox

Horgarth will do anything for a sweet crunchy carrot. Literally anything, including carrying Vaultamir straight towards an angry dragon. No matter what the situation, Whether it's prowling felidonts, giant ice wurms, or ice breathing dragons, Horgarth will be there, so long as there's promise of a delicious treat waiting for him. While his motivation for food makes him a reliable mount it can also cause him to get distracted easily and on more than one occasion Vaultamir has had to make a quick getaway only to find Horgrath dozens of yards away, munching on a wild potato patch. In the end though his endearing nature is enough to keep him around.

Elena, Disciple of the North

Elenas first encounter with dragons happened when she was less than a year old and that encounter left her with the distinct white streak going through her red hair that identifies her wherever she goes. As the daughter of Vaultamir she has a lot to live up to and so far she has surpassed expectations. Growing up Elena trained in combat and magic, giving her an edge that allows for a wide range of versatility. Living in the north means a life of constant cold but Elena has learned to embrace it instead of fight it. From her perspective everything is a constant battle between the heat and the cold and she uses that to her advantage by alternating between fiery blasts and freezing blasts. Her unique blend of fire and ice magic frequently push her to the forefront of many expeditions and she is well on her way to becoming a veteran trapper and her father constantly reminds her how proud her mother would be to see her today.