- An Early Winter
- An Offer From the Cold
- Nobody Came Back From the Thaw
Terms of Thawing
Deep beneath the ice, in caverns lit by runes and rumor, the Frostborne gather. They are the Frostborne Cultists, and they have one offer: freeze the living now, and the living will wake to forever. There is no proof, of course. There is only a great many cold, confident faces and a long list of people who have already accepted.
They are neither loud nor cruel on the surface. They are tidy, patient and endlessly well informed about what the powerful are hiding from you. The Army of Light burns the villages, the nobles bleed the Unblooded, and the Frostborne alone, they say, are telling the truth. It is an excellent pitch, and it has emptied more than one hamlet near Timony Keep.
Those who have crossed their path know the rest: the preserved sit in rows, eyes open, and nobody has yet reported back from the other side of the thaw. Neutral and evil in equal measure, the Frostborne are not hunting your coin. They are hunting your yes.
- Frozen Certainty
- Warm Smiles, Cold Hands
- Eternal Life Guaranteed
- Frost Bitten Peaks
- Rime Cat Country
- Home of Brukna
A land locked in ice and silence, the Shiverclaw Mountains rise like frozen sentinels against the northern sky. Their peaks, shrouded in eternal snow, carve through the clouds, untouched by warmth. Glaciers stretch between jagged cliffs, their frozen rivers moving slow as time itself. Villages are not built but carved-hollowed from the ice, shaped by those who have long made this frozen expanse their home. The air is sharp, the winds merciless, and the cold seeps into bone and stone alike. Life here is not for the weak, but for those who endure, those who have found strength in the frost and silence.