Frigid Plains

Even the hardy barbarians don’t come out here very often, for the frozen tundra and glaciers seem to have malicious intent. Wind blows in whatever direction is least suitable for travelers and seems to play cruel tricks with anyone trying to light a fire. Sometimes the sleet is so thick and wind so loud that if companions get separated, they could be screaming ten paces away from each other and go completely unnoticed. Some travelers have even reported strange sights within the night, as well as an occasional moaning that echoes through the wind, as if some dreadful lament is reaching out from the past. Despite these brutal conditions, treasure seekers find icy deaths on the plains while seeking the truth of tales that state the lost cities of giants rest under the Rathe’s curse of ice.

Frigid Plains

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