Amayon

“They all think we ate each other. That isn’t what happened…”

“Well that isn’t why only three of us made it back. I mean… We were desperate there at the end… Starving…”

“But they were dead already… Of that, I swear. By the Tree… By Ysk, they were already dead…”

“We didn’t kill them. We didn’t…”

“But everyone thinks we did. Everyone thinks that is how they died… That is why the expedition failed…”

“But that wasn’t it. No. That isn’t how it ended.”

“I mean, do you know of three men who could kill 30 and eat them? Thirty hard decks. Seasoned soldiers and explorers. We’d of been a famous mercenary company with famous names if the war was still going on…”

“No. It wasn’t us that killed them. It also wasn’t the cold… And it was so damn cold… The kind of cold that seeps into your bones… Worse than even here.”

“No. Wasn’t the cold, or at least not the cold in the mountains. No. Not that.”

“There was something there. Something in the ruins of that place. Something colder than cold… Colder than the weather out here… Something colder than the Everstorm even…”

“And it haunts that place… That dead city in the ice…”

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“Sorry… It is a hard memory… But you paid good money for it.”

“The first night in the ruin, the mules died… Frozen solid… Never seen anything like it.”

“I’ve seen things dead from the cold. Woke up after a hard night to find a friend dead on the road. They are cold and stiff, but not like this. This was something else.”

“The second night, we lost our third watch. Five men and women, frozen where they stood when the sun hit horizon. That was when we packed it in. I will give us that…”

“But whatever it was in that ruin… in that icy city… It followed us.”

“Day after day. Night after night we lost friends… Lovers… All frozen solid. All in silence.”

“Until it was just three of us stumbling into town…”

“That was… That was three years ago now. I haven’t left this inn…”

“My companions are gone… I heard they both bought it on the road…”

“The coin we pulled out of that place is almost run out. Soon that will be me… Someone will find me frozen solid on the road in the dead of the night…”

Amayon of House Heuegh stalks the dark ruins as a voiceless spirit of the cold, hunting any that would disturb his quiet contemplation. He chooses to not play the game of houses with the other Horrors. Many scholars speculate that he rejected the effects of the Madness and seeks the quiet, dead places to puzzle out how become something else.

In game play he works well as a voiceless evil that haunts snow covered ruins. He works well as an implacable enemy. More a force of nature than a foe to be reasoned with.