Cliff of White Moths

Zone:

The Tintinnabular Path

Type:

Area

Wall of ice-wrapped rock, rising cracked and weatherbeaten towards spiraling ramparts. Wind from elsewhere moans through the face of it. The air is filled with what looks like snow, whirling and falling, but as you approach they appear to react to you, collectively. They circle you, rear back, regard you in airy motion. If you remain long enough, some land on you, crawl across your body, flutter their white wings, taste you with white antennae. The wind continues to moan.

NPCs

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