Seraphin, now a great Ice Sorceress within the guild, started out as an adventurous young woman with a flare for that which is arcane and mysterious. She quickly advanced through the ranks of sorcery and magic and her power grew unchecked. She began to spend a great excess of her time within Blizzard Pass. Nobody quite knew why, for her cold spells were not very effective there. She would just be seen entering the guild at odd hours of the night, covered in snow and frost - not even wearing protective clothing from the elements. Her hair, at one time, was raven black; she had fair skin, for she is an elf. Now, though, her hair was pale white and her skin had begotten a ghostly hue (most guessed it was from overexposure to the elements of the cold). She eventually lost all social contact with the other mages and would frequent the guild only for knowledge and tools. It came a time when the mages began to not see Seraphin at all. The guild put a few mages out to look for her and asked the help of a few rangers to try and track her. The mages found nothing of her whereabouts and the rangers were only able to track her as far as blizzard pass, beyond that her tracks disappeared completely.

Seraphin was a powerful sorceress, but not invincible. The mages tried all they could but could not find her. They awaited her return, hoping she was okay. After a year of fruitless patience, the guild mourned the loss of Seraphin and set up a ceremony for her. Around this time a great evil began to rise up from within Darkwell. Adventurers reported it to be a magical creature cloaked from head to toe and aptly named it the Cloaked Death. It became the death of many, though no one knew why. One night, when there was a band of wizards and sorcerers at the camp, the Cloaked Death came for them. They saw it outside the camp and conversed on how to handle it. They had heard rumors that it was immune to cold but had a weakness to fire, so they prepared themselves for battle accordingly. However, one sorcerer watched the figure silently with great awareness. His name was Delmar FireEyes and he had been a close friend of Seraphin's. Upon close scrutiny (although still from a distance) he noticed something the others had missed. "STOP!" He screamed at them as they prepared to engage the creature. "There is something else!" he pointed past the cloaked figure to another creature. It was small, perhaps three feet tall, and covered in ice crystals and icicles. It was humanoid and had fangs as well as beady eyes. It danced around chaotically and moved it's arms and head around. The mages watched with sick fascination as the cloaked figure mocked the creature's moves exactly.

Suddenly, realization hit. Without warning Delmar ran towards the cloaked figure while chanting the words to an inferno spell. Before the small creature could react, it was engulfed in flames. It echoed a shriek of agony and maddened defeat and disappeared into the wind. Delmar ripped the cloak off of the figure to find Seraphin staring blankly at him. As the creature disappeared, Seraphin snapped out of her year long trance and fell into the snow. Delmar grabbed her and he and the other mages took her back to the guild. At the guild she was healed and brought back to normal. Her hair is still white, though she has lost her ghostly hue, but she is under her own control now. She now sells items of protection for younger mages in hopes that it will help prevent the same thing from happening to any of them. She also helps teach anything within her knowledge to all within the guild. She knows not what the creature was or if it is still alive, but she doesn't care. She is now deathly afraid of the pass but something in her longs to go back, and perhaps one day she will...