Description
Here, breath freezes before it leaves your lips. The land is a mirror of silence, its snows whispering spells forgotten by the living. At its heart rises Eira-Kaldran, built into a glacier that hums with the memory of the stars and The Council of the Cold Veil rule. Their ruler is not flesh, but dreamthe Unshaped Warden, a faceless figure of snow and starlight. Time bends strangely on this island. In the tower of Varnholt’s Eye, the young learn magic from books that remember futures which never were. The wind itself carries voices - some pleading, some promising. They say if you listen too long, you’ll remember things you never lived.