The Frozen North
The world was once a very different place, so the legends tell. Among the elves of el’Saerl it is told that there was a time before the Ubrfrienen, or great freeze. A time when the land was covered in forests, and only in the depths of winter did the frost petals come down from their icy homes high in the Ersgodt ranges to draw their designs upon a frozen world. But even the eldest among the elves remember these only as tales of warm summer breezes, told to keep cold nights at bay. The world is harsh place, and the winds that whip through the bitter twilight have no regard for the lives they take, or for those they leave behind. Welcome to the frostfell. Welcome to Wyrmsfjörd.
