If there was one thing that Lord Gwyn and the Furgive Pygmy could agree upon, that neither the Witch of Izalith nor Nito could dispute; one factor to unite both the rage of men and the Great Ones outside the world; one absolute that Marika, the Formless Mother, the Fell God, the Serpent God, the Frenzied Flame, the Death God of the Twinbirds, and the long-sealed God of Rot can all agree upon, it is this: FUCK. SNOW.










