Frosthorn Treants

I saw them first as shadows through the blizzard. Trees that moved, dragging frozen roots through the crusted snow. Their arms bent with a sound like bones splintering, and the howl of the ice through their hollow trunks set the mist shivering.

— Brother Torlen, survivor of the Fall of Warden’s Copse

Towering and silent, Frosthorn Treants are living relics of a forgotten age. Hardened by centuries of frost and mist, their bark is as brittle and cold as stone, their limbs weighed down by heavy sheets of ice. They slumber through the endless winters, waking only when their domains — the oldest, most untouched woods — are disturbed. It is said that inside their frozen cores lies something precious, though no record remembers what it could be. Most who encounter a Frosthorn never return; those who do speak only of shapes moving in the mist, slow and implacable as glaciers.

Habitat

• Deep in ancient forests
• Ruins of once-holy groves - old shrines overtaken by frost

References

Where the frost never melts and the trees lean like mourners, there walk the Frosthorns

— Excerpt from “Warden Songs: Ballads of the Frozen Frontier”