Frosthavn
Frosthavn clings to the fjord’s rocky edge, steep streets winding between timber longhouses and smoke curling from chimneys. High above, a rune-carved temple crowns a daunting cliff, seen from leagues away. A hardy people fish, forge, and feast, living by ritual, raid, and a deep kinship with both storm and stone.
Frosthavn
Where the axe meets the aurora on storm-lashed fjord cliffs.
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