The capture and use of an Ice Elemental is no great feat. For eons they have been said to roam the caverns under the most desolate landscapes, only to emerge during the final hours of life on Earth. From what I know this is a load of hoopla, myself being a quite talented Ice Elemental. As for why these legends, I have been up and about the surface of the earths crust for many months. I often lounge in the cellar of a south California Saloon, in what is now known as the Wild West. his world is perfect for me, I can step out of the saloon at night dressed to the moon, and stair at the moon from the middle of a vast, hilly, dry landscape covered in oddly configured cacti. The only nights I step out for a breath are the coldest. If I were to step outside in the unforgivable sun I would receive a didactic lesson never to do so again. When warmth hits me, I somewhat start to fade away, as if I weren't even there in the first place. My job at the Saloon is to hold the pipes with cloth to cool the fluids traveling through. The alcohol pipes are the main focus, earning most of the income for the strange commodity of cool beer and hard liquor. The inane brained bartender doesn't even understand the miraculous effects of my power, however we work together quite splendorous when it come down to it.
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