It is midnight on Ches the 19th, 1492 DR.
After departing from Neverwinter 54 days ago, navigating the brutal moving seas beyond Icewind Dale's reach, the Tormentor’s Malorum, an ice breaker ironclad created by the Grimforge Mining Company has finally run aground 2-miles offshore amidst a blizzard.
After departing from Neverwinter 54 days ago, navigating the brutal moving seas beyond Icewind Dale's reach, the Tormentor’s Malorum, an ice breaker ironclad created by the Grimforge Mining Company has finally run aground 2-miles offshore amidst a blizzard.
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The blizzard seems to hold steady as the words leave his lips. “I've seen many a strong men walk into these lands. Their honor and pride turned to fear as they beg me to let them leave by summer's end. If they return at all."
As the weight of his words hold you still, you look towards the frozen sea beyond the fading blizzard, the stony shores and snow-capped peaks slowly revealing itself to you.
"There is nothing this cursed land offers that's worth dying for." Ulric says firmly.
So... Adventurer… What do you do?