The Frozen Steppe: Prologue
Standing on top of the Wall, Na’roc of North stretched as far as the eye could see. It was always winter in those desolate lands. Snow fell every day, some days worse than others. Two months ago, snowstorms drifted towards the Wall, plunging the lands south of the border into an early winter. Looking northward … More The Frozen Steppe: Prologue




