Welcome to the Frozen North

The Frozen North, a land as cruel as winter’s frost and the bite of the north wind. A harsh land, settled by only those strong enough to endure. An ancient land, forged by the Magelords and Sorcerer-Kings of old to purposes unknown, long succeeded by those who know not their eldritch arts. For they are long fallen, even their memory condemned to myth.

Colonists of the Telemnic Empire far across the southern seas came, bearing Light and Law and glorious Empire, and yet the remnants of the myth fought them and they were driven forth. But at their height of its power, Telemnia could not fail in such an endeavor, and the legions sailed forth once more, and their return in power drove forth the remnants and claimed the ancient citadel of Ondair. Even at the breaking of that great empire, Ondair endured, and now stands a free city and the last bastion of civilization against the Chaos of the North.

I, the Annalist of the North, tell these tales as they are reported to me, for knowledge is the weapon of the righteous and armor against all unreason. In darkness, Chaos prospers, but the triumph of Law is in the light of truth and reason.