A deep frost covers this land, one that brings about despair to those who find there way here. Every day in this snow covered wasteland brings about more ice embeded winds and more piles of snow dropping from the sky almost as fast as rain. Many come to attempt the finding of great treasures, so do many who travel here to prove their skills as true warriors, but these are foolish men indeed. Many of there bodies still are discovered...frozen where they stand. All that is here is surounded by a cage of spires, standing in a row that spans beyond sight in length each with the width of a mountain on there own, and each reaching high toward the stars appearing as if they could drag one down should they near one. All that is left here to spark the curiousities is the gloom in the distance. A vague shadow that none can discribe... but none will reach it, none will ever reach it through the frost.

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