The Heathen Throne

"Look to the south. Do you see this white wasteland hiding in the shadows of the night? This is the legendary Permafrost, you heard all about in those stories people tell. Look at the vastness of it and humble in its destructive power for nothing awaits your there, only darkness and death. Keep close, our camp is not far away." These were the cautionary words Mardon Alpentide spoke before arriving in expedition camp in Neva. King Ulrik's Keep is just up the hill from here. Days have become shorter and shorter as you traveled here. Deprivation of sunlight, freezing cold and lack of food must have gotten to your mind for you can swear you heard bone-chilling sounds during your watch and it seems shadows in strange shapes are lurking near the keep. It can not be true, for this place has been frozen for over a thousand years. Who could survive in such hazardous conditions? Why did you even agree to join this expedition and traded the warm comforts of a tavern? At least it will be over soon, tomorrow you set foot in the keep.