[Mithras]

No just wanted to check that it was ok to post here... so here's my first attempt at thematic.
The exudus turned a large strip of land into a quagmire. Thousands upon thousands of giant footsteps churned the mud and where some trod the ice became mud. They were travelling south and quickly. At the forefront of the huge column a huge ice giant strode forwards with purposefull strides followed by four smaller Niefal staggering under the weight of a stature depicting an ice giant of epic proportions. After a month of southernly travel, camping by day to aviod the weak winter heat and marching with long strides by night, the great giant stopped and the column came slowly to a halt.
"This is the place that has been promised to us." His voice boomed out across the green valley. "This is the land blessed by the great giants of old as the southernmost tip of the great glacier. From here we conquer the world!"
Over the months the humans of the land slowly emigrated when they realised spring would never come or else were hunted down. Bears and wolves, previously strangers to the forests of the land became common place...
The frost giants were here to stay and the prophet of their restless god was not about to let them rest on their laurels...

Read that and get a few clues to my pretender design/stragedy... two magic paths should be obvious too you, and as with any halfway decent story there will be a twist... ooh I love this!