#coldlight

[fetznerdeathrecords]

Wuldorgast - Cold Light

U.S. Black Metal

1. Obscured in Shadows 07:06 2. Natural Life is Eternal Battle 03:47 3. Cold Light of Reason 04:47 4. Labyrinth of Control 06:01 5. Cipher to Eternity 04:48 6. Dawn of the Black Sun 05:32

Release date: December 13th, 2024 via @ironboneheadproductions

@wuldorgast

[theanoninyourinbox]

Longstar AU Characters -Thunderclan Edition

The first important background characters art of the New Longstar AU! Including a spoiler - Shrewpaw/leg!

Flyshadow and Coldlight are Frostfoot/Tiny/Scourge's kits, given to him by an unidentified molly loner. She did not want to keep them or be a mother, and Frostfoot was more that happy to take them home. It is unclear (aka I Will Not Tell You) if they are his by blood, but the resemblance is striking with Coldlight. Flyshadow is an optimist with an obsession with a certain blue-eyed tom and Coldlight is absolutely kitty-autistic. His special interest is learning about prey, so becoming a Tracker was a perfect fit! He's also becoming interested in a certain sandy molly, but is currently too tongue-tied around her to confess.

If you want more Arc 1 Thunderclanners, please let me know in the asks! Goldenflower is in the next batch BUT that one has Too Many Spoilers

[thestuffedalligator]

I’ve changed my mind my favourite D&D monster is the coldlight walker look at this fucking guy

[thetenen]

Need more rubber jesters. Character design this is based of belongs to Severity Grey

[utaesthetics]

DM-ColdLight-C-air][

[cagemasterfantasy]

DND Monsters: Coldlight Walker

From: Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden

Medium Undead, Chaotic Evil

AC 13 (natural armor)

HP 82 (11d8 + 33)

Speed 30 ft.

Str 15 +2 Dex 10 +0 Con 17 +3 Int 8 -1 Wis 10 +0 Cha 8 -1

Immunities Cold Cannot Be  Blinded, Charmed, Exhausted, Paralyzed, Petrified, Poisoned

Senses Darkvision 60 ft.

CR 5

Traits

Blinding Light. The walker sheds bright light in a 20-foot radius and dim light for an additional 20 feet. As a bonus action, the walker can target one creature in its bright light that it can see and force it to succeed on a DC 14 Constitution saving throw or be blinded until the start of the walker's next turn.

Icy Doom. Any creature killed by the walker freezes for 9 days, during which time it can't be thawed, harmed by fire, animated, or raised from the dead.

Unusual Nature. The walker doesn't require air, food, drink, or sleep.

Actions

Multiattack. The walker makes two attacks.

Slam. Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 11 (2d8 + 2) bludgeoning damage plus 14 (4d6) cold damage.

Cold Ray. Ranged Spell Attack: +3 to hit, range 60 ft., one target. Hit: 25 (4d10 + 3) cold damage.

[eluviannaa]

Some RP bits from this week.

“Get to... ” Her head tilted, eyes searching. She leaned into the emphasis, almost incredulous. “ ...Stormwind?”

She trailed after the sound of his words, unsure where to begin. He'd asked how she had found herself in the Eastern Kingdoms, but such questions rarely offered a tidy reply. But more importantly, how much of this story did she feel like telling today?

The man held rank, after all. Hardly a stranger. Kinder than a formality. And she decided he might appreciate a genuine display, though somehow they still didn't know each other very well. She watched as some of the words wriggled mischievously under the tavern counter. She was on her own, it seemed.

“I don't often come here as my business keeps me in Kul Tiras. But, as the story goes, it's best to keep one's wits about oneself. Especially in the company of cultists.”

Taking a drink from the comically large wooden mug, she gently narrowed her attention, noting the spectral chill weightless at the edges of his coldlight eyes.

“I suspect your own story is equally as difficult to put into a few sentences, no?”

The Death Knight returned the gaze, lightly grinning as he chuckled to himself. “You'd be far from the first cultist I've had in my company. Surprising as it may be, however, you are by miles the most collected among them.”

She laughed a little less politely, though not unkindly. “And you wouldn't be the first to take me for one. I'm almost sorry to disappoint you. Usually, around less discerning company I might be more performative, but—”

A smile came at one corner of her lips. “Perhaps, now you know a little something more about me. As requested.”

[fleetingmotivation]

Ulyana Zachikova, 2nd lightbringer of the Coldlight Mariners. An exacting woman, no one has ever met her standards, and some have torn their lives apart in the attempt. Well known in the Mariners for being one of the few members to ever serve "Double-Duty" as both a Lightbringer, and an Executioner.

[milo-skyseekers-journal]

Journal 12 - Trout Pies and Coldlight

Termalaine sits on the edge of the lake like it’s bracing for something. Maybe the cold. Maybe something older. The buildings lean a little more than in Bryn Shander, the people move slower, but there’s still life here—music from behind doors, voices in taverns, soup on the hearth. I could see why someone would stay.

We came for the kobold problem. It didn’t seem like much at first. A boy greeted us near the entrance, shouting the news with half-frozen lips. Krevek asked him about the mines, and the boy, trying his best, pointed us toward the Town Hall. Krevek gave him a coin and told him to find warmth. The boy looked like he needed it more than most.

The sign at the hall said the Speaker wasn’t in. Instead, we found him at the Blue Clam tavern—Oarus Masthew, a half-orc with a broad voice and tired eyes. Illy spoke first, offering our help with the mine. Oarus explained that a few days ago, the miners fled in a panic, talking about dragonlings in the tunnels. Two other adventurers had already gone in, but hadn’t returned.

He offered fifty gold for clearing the place—but only after the miners confirmed it. I don’t blame him. Trust is a thin thread in places like this.

He mentioned that the mine is built around a chasm. Sometimes things crawl up from it. They’ve always managed to block it off before. He said it like someone might say, “Sometimes the wind blows hard,” or “It’s been a tough winter.” Like the danger was just part of the job.

While he finished his talk with the shopkeepers, we found a table. I was curious about the trout pie he mentioned—he didn’t seem to enjoy it, but I wanted to know for myself.

It was... odd. Sticky. Spiced meat inside a warm gelatinous crust. Not bad, just different. A kid at another table stared at me like I was eating a ghost. I gave him a thumbs-up with messy hands. He smiled like he understood.

Oarus returned after a bit and invited us to drink. He offered a flask—Goodmead mead, sweet and warm, with a little bit of spice at the end. I asked how they were still making it with the bees gone. He said maybe there’s a preserve somewhere. I hope that’s true. I like to imagine that, hidden in the cold, there’s still a place where the bees hum.

Before we left, Oarus asked if we were the ones who dealt with the moose in Lonelywood. When we said yes, I think it gave him a reason to trust us. He led us to the trail and sent us on our way.

The snow was falling softly. I remember thinking how quiet it was—how even the wind seemed to wait. Then we saw the light.

At first, it looked like a lantern. Swaying, distant. But it was wrong. Too cold. Too still. And then we heard the sound—like something rattling through bone and ice.

I asked Urzha if she knew what it could be. She did.

A Coldlight Walker.

Undead. Born from those who froze to death with hate still burning in them. And worse—those killed by one can’t come back. Not without incredible magic.

We hid. Most of us.

It saw Krevek.

Its face lit up, bright and searing. Krevek shielded his eyes, but it rushed him, crashing into him with a force that cracked ice through his armor. Then it hurled a ball of frost at Illy. In just a few breaths, two of my friends were on the edge of falling.

Urzha raised her staff, and the Walker froze—held by her divine presence. I took the chance to shift into Starry Form, the Chalice shining faintly on my chest. My healing magic flowed to Krevek and spilled over into Illy.

Illy, ever bold, doused the creature in oil, conjured a bonfire, and shoved the Walker straight into it. Krevek healed himself and pulled back to me, smoke and frost rising from his coat.

The Walker staggered, light flickering. I held a guiding bolt, waiting. The moment it broke free, I cast—missed. Again.

The fight was a blur of burning oil, frost, divine magic, and panic. Krevek threw his enchanted javelin—Hag’s Bane—straight into its chest. It shrieked. The light inside it dimmed.

And then it stood again.

Its flare caught Krevek in the face. He was blinded. The Walker slammed into him once more. Another iceball hit him square in the chest.

He fell.

I ran to him—my legs numb, my thoughts loud. We stabilized him. He woke slowly. Alive. Somehow.

We were all quiet after that.

The mine was just ahead.

There was a sign nailed to the entrance that read: “KOBOLDS ONLY.”

Krevek, half-joking, suggested we pretend to be polymorphed kobolds. I think we all needed the laugh.

The mine was strangely still. We found tables, abandoned tools, and a small figurine of a dog with tourmaline eyes. Something about it felt like a toy a child would have...

Urzha heard running water deeper in. We followed it, and I veered off for a moment to check another tunnel—just in time to hear screeching behind me.

Illy shouted: “There are fake squirrels in here!”

I ran back, heart pounding.

Urzha blessed us. I saw one of the rats—though calling it a rat felt wrong. I fired another guiding bolt and, finally, hit my mark. It flared and flew against the back wall.

Urzha cast her flame, but the last creature dodged and dove into the spring. Gone, pulled under the rock.

We caught our breath. The room was warm, steamy from the spring.

So here I sit. On stone warmed by underground water, writing this down while the echoes of the Walker still ring behind my ribs.

I think I understand now, a little better, why people here live the way they do. Everything is harder in the cold. Everything matters more.

And everything you don’t do... that matters too.

[almost-hiipster]

This was happening in science today and we were just like wow. #science #blue #coldlight #instagram

12. März 2013

[the-orange-wizard]

🎵 Land of Giants.

This song is the main theme of my Ordning album, which I made for a D&D campaign of mine a few years ago. Ordenheim, once the home of giants, is now home to complex orc politics, freezing cold, and the many Witch-Clans of the Coldlight Timberland.

(This drawing above also features a different unfinished continent, don't worry about it.)

If you want to play D&D campaigns with me like these, check out my current games here. If you want to check out more of my music, that's here.

[scatolamagica]

Black and Blu

#antoniscot_photo 

#color #ritrattofotografico #modella #milano #glamour #fineart #naked #nude #nudeart #portraitphotography #portrait #skin #beauty #boudoir #iconic #tattoo #boudoirphotography #alternative #nudo #ritratto #studio #woman #lingerie #mutedcolors #mood #bathingsuite #fitness #inked #coldlight

[kenyj]

need a cigarette after rain

[wormwoodplace]

metal&skin #oldcity #wormwoodplace #august #inspiration #city #walk #gorky #smellofsummer #memories #summertime #smartcity #citylights #whatdoyouwant #202b #coldlight #innovation #russia #borntodie #citylife #Urban #microdistrict #nizhnynovgorod #nn #52 #nnov #1221 #ннов #горький #нижнийновгород #нн (at Площадь имени И. И. Киселева) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9P3YPtoOnU/?igshid=19xegm8ee64s1

[elraykennybaby]

Walking in the street of Buenos Aires, Argentina. #

[nagmerriecircus]

#inktober Day 6 • Dark Places ☄️✨ https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Sg5Tagwpa/?igshid=1rzn2qgbup3qy