The Shattered Throne

The Shattered Throne is a colossal ruin built into the cliffside, its once-grand architecture now fragmented and half-buried beneath centuries of drifting snow. Ice has overtaken stone, wrapping the structure in frozen vines and crystallized mist. Towering shards of what was once a majestic frost throne now jut from the ice like broken teeth, glowing faintly with residual magic.
Once the seat of a legendary Frost King, the ruin is a place of awe and dread. Adventurers who brave the perilous ascent speak of haunted wind-whispers, spectral banners flapping in the still air, and silhouettes that vanish just beyond torchlight. The architecture mixes harsh, angular rune-stone with towering columns carved to resemble roaring beasts of winter.

Historical Significance

The Shattered Throne is believed to be the last bastion of an ancient frostbound kingdom that fell during the First Ice War. The Frost King—known only in legend as Vaegir the Hollowed—was said to have made a pact with a slumbering elemental god. When his kingdom collapsed under an endless blizzard, the throne was shattered, and his soul bound to the ruins he once ruled.

Exploration and Dangers

Ice elementals, spectral warriors, and frostwraiths guard the interior chambers. The deeper one goes, the colder the air becomes—unnaturally so. Spells behave erratically within its halls, and relics left behind whisper unintelligible words to those who dare to touch them.
Hidden within the ruin are fragments of Vaegir's crown, enchanted runes of warding, and a frozen sanctum rumored to still hold the Frost King's binding seal.

Legends & Mysteries

The Hollow Pact

Rumors persist that Vaegir’s pact can be reawakened. Some cultists believe unlocking this power could control the Endless Frost itself.

Echoes of Coronation

During certain full moons, adventurers have reported a ghostly ceremony playing out in the ruin—a kingly procession with no living audience.

The Throne’s Core

At the heart of the ruin is said to be a crystalized throne fragment still radiating divine chill. Those who sit upon it risk glimpsing Vaegir’s frozen memories—and losing their own.

Type

Ruins