Frostvik Hills: rolling snow-dunes and skeletal trees whisper of old battles and lost travelers swallowed by blizzards.
Isrunn Ford: a frozen river cutting through the land like a blade, its cracked surface daring fools to cross.
Kaldmere Haven: a lonely encampment on a half-frozen lake, firelight flickering against the eternal frost.
Skjolvalley: an open stretch of tundra where the wind alone carries stories — and sometimes, screams.
Each map feels like a memory half-buried in ice, waiting for the next band of heroes (or corpses) to add their footprints to the snow.
