Welcome to Legends of Aventress.

The smell of cinnamon and cloves so strong that at first it almost hurts to breathe it in.

The cold air pricks at your flesh and helps to relieve the ache in your belly.

Your head is still reeling from the pull behind your navel.

The constant reminder that you've been pulled through space and time, called forth once more

by Oberyn himself. As you look down at your hands, your knuckles are white from the grip you

still hold around the invitation. Though it feels like days, it was but a mere few moments earlier that you heard

the sound of jingling bells, and the invitation began to hum and vibrate in your bag. You didn't even

have a moment to read the words written there. But as you look down, you see a familiar sight.

But this time, the invitation to the 12 days of Yuletide revelry and the battle between the U-Lord and the Holly King for the Wheel of the Wild.

A sharp intake of breath pulls the frosty air deep into your lungs.

The shock of the frigid air pulls you from your thoughts and the still silence that you had endured is pierced by laughter and the sounds of dance and merriment.

You look around to see that you were side

by side with your friends. All together in this place, a beautiful frozen hall decorated with

colorful bubbles, bright twinkling lights, wreaths of evergreen fronds and roaring hearth. Hundreds of

fay creatures flit and dance around you as you look about this

gloriously decorated icy ballroom. Trees taller than any you've ever seen line the walls,

covered in ornaments and twinkling lights. Softly dancing snowflakes fall perpetually from the ceiling

and dance around you, landing on your nose. You see that they're not snowflakes at all, but the tiniest of fay,

dancing together on the cold wind that flits about you.

The sound of merriment is broken only by the sound of loud, booming laughter.

Oberyn sits at the head of a line of tables,

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