The Iceblocks

A frozen, unforgiving land north of Highwall and the Butcherblocks, the Iceblocks are a desolate expanse of jagged glacial peaks, wind-scoured tundra, and shattered ice fields that stretch toward the Frigid Maw. This is a land of eternal winter, where the air bites like steel and the ground never thaws. Snowstorms howl across the wastes, choking the valleys with blinding white, while the few rivers that cut through the ice flow sluggishly, thick with frost.
But the Iceblocks are not empty. They are the domain of war, the homeland of the orcish horde and their monstrous allies. Crushbone, their mighty fortress, looms like a blackened wound upon the ice, its iron gates standing firm against all who would dare challenge their dominion. From here, the orcs rally their legions, their numbers seemingly without end, spilling into the valleys and passes like a tide of iron and blood.
Though there are pockets of life beyond the horde, they are so few and scattered that many believe them to be nothing more than legend. Those who attempt to carve out an existence here do not last long—either claimed by the merciless cold or hunted down by the ever-watching orcish warbands.
This is not a land of refuge. This is not a land of hope. This is the Iceblocks—where only war and death endure.