Common Worlds

Ice Fist relented at the proud and fierce defiance from the Heroes. "I am merciless, but even so I recognize debts I owe. So each of you may ask some boon of me. Have a care not to ask of me such things I cannot provide!"

Garusharp requested the aid of Ice Fist at some time in the future. The spirit sucked in a huge breath and hacked up a ball of ice. "Break this at your time of need and I will come. Once. Be certain you want me."

Oshun asked for a share of Ice Fist's Magic, and received a spirit fetish.

For his part, Ice Fist  restored Will I Am from his nearly frozen-to-death state.

S'peth spoke fearlessly to the great spirit. "Mighty Lord, show me how my heart may be as merciless as yours." The huge ice creature seemed pleased at this. An ice-cracking smile on its translucent face, it bent down toward S'peth's head. The cold radiated off of him as he spoke, chilling the Axe maiden within and without. Whispering in her ear, he said "I know you, You are a child of death and rage, yet the child of your mother, the earth. She is wide and beautiful, full of generosity and mercy. But she is young. She is small. Before her, all was dark and cold. Dark and cold older, larger than her. Her mercy is nothing in that gigantic dark, that endless cold that was and will be again. And in this dark, cold world, mercy is a lie."

Those words froze S'peth's heart, leaving her care for family, kaylings and even the unavenged shattered to shards of frost in her soul.