Your only warning is a thin web of cracks that tears through the ice before your feet, and then a sudden explosion of mist and ink-like miasma erupts around you. The force slams you to the ground. You crawl desperately along the freezing-cold ice as the miasma reaches for you. An incomprehensible sound, like the rushing of a furious whirlwind, fills your ears. Then a thunderous crack, and you are falling - no, sliding - down along the ice toward the freezing cold waters below.
It is a wonder you are even still conscious. You summon all of your strength and cling to the ice shelf just before you plummet below. You finally haul yourself back over the edge, casting a panicked glance at the horizon, but there is no sign of any miasma or mist. The crack in the ice shelf extends for hundreds of feet in front of you, separating you from your pursuers. Somehow, you’ve unwittingly escaped...although you won’t be forgetting that near-death experience anytime soon.