The Red Winter was a natural disaster.
There can't be anyone to associate it with.
Yet as far as I can tell- these people-
Are attacked by something that would seem to have its' qualities.
Its' like- someone's making a sick joke, and trying to claim responsibility for a miniature ice-age, that crippled the entirety of Europe.
There's personifying a disaster- and then there's this.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postAs far as I know, people mostly talk about the disaster itself.
Its' called the Red Winter, because- well-
... A lot of people died in the chaos it caused.
Not just from the blizzard.
Its' one of those things- like the back plague- that just... doesn't- you don't think of who's behind it.
Because you don't think anyone was behind it.
I can't think of a single person who'd even be powerful enough to call upon an entire blizzard- and not somehow show up during- or after it.
I lived through it, and all I thought was that the weather was giving us a rough time.
It was like a snow-covered hell.
... There's like- one conspiracy nut who wrote a book, claiming there was a link between one occultist who left Parliament, and the Red Winter. But no-one believes it.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postBut- seriously.
The likelihood of someone being powerful enough to summon an entire ice-age... and not go noticed?
Sure, the age of witch-hunts was long over but-... someone that powerful- should've been able to survive.
But they didn't.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-sighs-
I'll look into it.
The joke-gift of conspiracy books.
... -just looks down, a little pissed- ... Just- if it was true...
Then- no-one stopped him. And he didn't- succeed in whatever it was he was trying to do.
It... makes it feel like even more of a pointless disaster than it already was.
If it was nature, its'- easier to accept... but a single man- causing such a large scale...
He can't have been Aurelian. Not even an Knight of Aurelius.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Julie gets a prodding from a yellow-dressed and very excited Gracia-
I have a present for you!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

It was lovely thank you
" I did the right thing, didn't I? It all worked out in the end." "In the end? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends."