Sequestered high in the European Alps was a small town called Lemmas Peak. The reason for Lemmas Peak's extreme location was simple; it was an attempt to deter travelers. This was due to the fact that the town was created as a sanctuary for magical and supernatural entities, some of whom had nowhere else to go. Five years ago, a traveler had arrived in town, an old man with snow in his beard. He had enjoyed his time there and decided that the next time he needed a break from the miseries and sorrows of the world, that he would return to that warm little town. Then, just the night before, Old Snowbeard returned.
A snowstorm had blown in when Old Snowbeard arrived. It was late, long after the residents had went to bed, most of them, anyway. Despite the harsh conditions, Snowbeard walked the streets as if he didn't notice, assisted only by his large, wooden stave, healthy green vines growing out the top of it. He took only a moment to blow the smallest of flames into his cupped hands before proceeding to the local Inn. Exhausted and blurry-eyed, Snowbeard had politely but quickly paid for a room and slept, not bothering to do more than remove his boots, gloves, and outermost robe.
The next morning, about an hour before sunrise, Snowbeard dressed and descended the stairs from his room to the Inn's lobby. He had intended to introduce himself to his host properly, but it seemed they were not up yet. Shrugging, Snowbeard simply exited the inn. Now that the storm had passed, he was interested in investigating the town; what was the same, what changed, who lived here now. Even with the weather being fairly clear now, it was still quite cold, and Snowbeard considered letting himself into the kitchen to find something warm to drink. Before he could decide, however, every animal in the area turned it's attention towards the center of town, and Snowbeard did the same.
For a moment the town stood still, only for four individuals to suddenly appear in front of him. There was gust of wind as the air that had previously been occupying that space was suddenly forced out of the way, seeming to scatter the animals with it. The mystery party consisted of two women of similar age; one with blonde hair, the other with, unless Snowbeard was still snow-blind, blue hair. There was also a man in the same age-range wearing an elegant brown suit. Neither the woman with the blonde hair nor the man seemed properly dressed for this kind of weather, and the blue-haired woman seemed to be dressed correctly by complete coincidence.
The fourth member was the strangest by far. He was taller than the others, with dark skin and long black hair. What was much more striking, however, was the skull of a saber-toothed creature that he wore as a helmet, the heavy pelt he wore for warmth, and the tattered black robe beneath it. This man barely looked human, and something deep inside Snowbeard told him it wasn't. For a moment, Snowbeard and the creature locked eyes, and Snowbeard saw it's eyes were golden with slit pupils, like a predators. Then it broke eye contact, choosing to instead look around at it's new environment, bewilderment quickly fading to curiosity.
Old Snowbeard started towards the group. He would give the creature the same benefit of doubt that he'd extend to the rest of these surprised, confused people. "Well..." he said loudly, trying to add an element of cheer to his voice. "Welcome to Lemmas Peak! I'm sure you all have questions, and to be perfectly honest, so do I. But if we don't get you out of the cold, questions will be the least of your problems. Come on, there's a fire going in the inn, or soon will be." And with that, Snowbeard attempted to lead the confused strangers to the Inn, where they could warm up and, hopefully, provide some insight into what exactly was happening.
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