Into the Cold
The Stormward has fallen. It's magic is fading, weakening, no longer able to hold back the Cold - the mysterious, maevolent entity of ice and snow, one thought to be nigh-unstoppable. The Lowgold Empire is still recovering from the Second Orc-Lowgold Conflict, and the magic-hating Valhur Kingdom isn't making matters any better. A recently exiled dwarf simply seeks to find their own way in the world - one mostly consisting of gold, ale, and more gold. Raldrec Grayrock isn't perfect by anyone means, but he's all the Empire's going to get. With most of the able-bodied soldiers marching off to war, the Wanderer vanished, and the last Archmage past the Stormward, only the dregs of society are left - the same dregs that will be their only hope. How it begins, you ask? Well, it began with a rumbling of thunder, a gathering storm...