There was nowhere in all creation that could match the coldness and bleakness of the Glacinus Ice Fields. Its northern stretches were a place without life and without death. Absolute and utter nothingness prevailed in the Ice Fields, as if they had been untouched by Melkaia's dying breath. Indeed, most of them had been. Before Melkaia's arrival to the planet, the Ice Fields had been entirely lifeless, and with his sacrifice to bestow unto the world the gift of divinity, only a single falling star, a lone and isolated shard of Melkaia's raw power, fell into the sheets of the ice. That lonely spark began a blaze that led to the birth of a god, a divine power the antithesis of a more literal fire, that would come to rule undisputed over the lonely land in which it found itself. Krustaliem was born, the god of the Isolated and the Cold. Within each god's nature, though, regardless of temperament, was a desire to expand his domain. It was for that reason that when Krustaliem first drew life, his breath, at first without his knowing, made the land colder.

[quote=Evalaine Ashtur, Commander of the South Patrol of Glacinus,]
To all peoples in knowledge of the land and people of Glacinus, the Glacii, defenders of Glacinus, issue an urgent request. It is not often that the Glacii interfere in the affairs of the south. It is in our nature and the nature of our faith to avoid such instances. At times, though, it is necessary for us to make requests of the nations of the south, so as to continue our survival as a people. This is the most dire of such times.

Krustaliem, the God of Glacinus, stirs in the north. His movements make the winds colder and the ice harder, and it is usually only once a year, in the season of winter, that he stirs in such a way. His pattern has broken, though, and he now stirs out of tune, and louder than ever before. Borea, our great capital, has frozen solid. Many of our people, the most suited of all of creation's life for the cold of the north, have fallen to this new winter. We have no choice but to find ourselves a refuge, a place to life that is habitable, as our homeland once was. Our people are not organized as you southerners are, and so we have not fled in the fashion that would best allow us to survive. Equal portions of our people make the journey to each nation in the land. By the time this letter has arrived, many of our people will be at your borders, seeking refuge. We are not your allies, and we are not your enemies. We do not wish to aid you, or to harm you. We desire only to continue to live. Please... help us do so. 

Perhaps in time we may travel back north, and discover the cause of Krustaliem's great wake from inactivity. But now, we must only endeavour to live.[/quote]