Trapped in winter’s cold embrace, nomadic humans follow herds of reindeer through their migrations, while others dare the treacherous waters of the Sea of Moving Ice in search of fish, seals, walruses, and whales to sustain them. North and west, the Sea of Moving Ice churns icebergs and floes in a deadly tumult, like winter grinding its teeth in anticipation of its next freezing assault. The ice cliffs of the Reghed Glacier rise in the east like prison walls, while the snow-capped peaks of the Spine of the World loom to the south. Snow piles in deep drifts and blocks all trails leading south to warmer lands.
Storms bring driving hail and sleet that leaves everything coated in a sheath of ice.
As Auril casts her nightly spell, a curtain of light weaves across the starry sky to keep the dawn at bay-an aurora that portends an everlasting winter. The sun, held down below the horizon by the Frostmaiden’s magic, offers no respite from winter’s fury. Without fail, these winds find their way through every chink and crack, every opening in the warmest furs, every tent flap, every roof and board of the strongest homes, draining away any hint of warmth. Katabatic winds sweep down from the Reghed Glacier, ceaselessly battering anything that dares to grow or breathe in Icewind Dale.
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