It seems the plains have been cursed for a very very long time.
No one knows where exactly this curse came from, not even the elders I could talk to knew. But, it looks like they've learned to live with it.
The plains are overtaken by the west every winter and become as frozen as the lands beyond the mountians.
Blaze says it's even worse here.
The snow covers everything and one can barely make a single step with all the wind. All sound is lost to the air spirits.
The only safe spaces are the underground homes the people here have built. Huge, sprawling mansions built to house whole generations. Carved out of the stone itself, families of dozens take shelter all winter.
Of course, during the growing months, when the land is fertile, people are spread in surface homes surrounding their underground mansions. There they spend the months with their immediate family. Their fields are even planted in mind with how far from the center they are. The crops further from the center usually have the shortest growing times.
As soon as the first frost covers the ground, it's like a timer starts.
Within the week the outer fields are abandoned. Within the next, the inner fields. By the time the month is over
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