An icy tempest looms by. Snow grows wilder. The sky black and indigo. Wind curls sharply as it tacks coldly and painfully to the Player's skin. You see a forest nearby, you make the journey. It's wooded and will protect you from a lot of the elements of the storm. Upon arrival you spot an old shack. At last! Shelter. You sink your leather boot covered feet in the icy snow. Mere meters from the shelter, you feel a sense of warmth, a feeling like the warmth of a furnace on a rainy day. You brave on, but become alarmed at the sound of snow puddering down from the treetops above. You look up only to see a large, furry object plummeting straight towards you. Your sojourn interrupted by an unwarranted battle, you draw a sword and back up. Before you lands a cold, Wooly Spider. You no longer worry about the spider, focusing on the warmth you could get from its odd fur pelt. You smile and shock the spider, leaping forth furvently and landing scarring blows to its carapace of wooly fur and chitin. It bites down on your leg and the Player yells out in pain. You fall back, sword fallen; tempest ever closer. You pull out a bow, aim... and fire...