The Dead of Winter (Rulebook story) The wind vas like a living thing that craved pain and death, Akodo Seiichi had decided. It seemed to die down now and again, just long enough to give the men stationed at the southern front hope that it had gone for good, and then it reappeared, stronger than before, cutting them to very bones. He shuddered against the wind and attempted to seal the plates of his armor tighter, despite that he knew it was pointless. Somewhere on the horizon, something in the south moved. Kalani smiled wankly. "Thank you. And please, there is no need for shouting."