Cold Fire Keep
For you shall go forth and do your work in my name. And through you all the lands of all the mortal realms shall feel the icy touch of of Death and know it’s inevitability. All will bow to me in time, for all that is alive must die.... In the frozen wastes of Cold Iron Anvil, far in the north of the realm of Chamon, lies Cold Fire Keep, its towers and chambers abandoned long ago as the island turned cold and grim. It sat as if suspended in time, preserved, almost perfectly, by the magic of the realm, with only the wind whipped and snow driven outside walls bearing testament to its lonely watch. But such a barren and inhospitable land was not shunned by all. For in those forgotten halls a Necromancer took refuge, fleeing from the lands she once called home. Driven out for her worship of Nagash and the practice of his dark arts. And as her anger grew, so did her power, a power that called out to other lost and oppressed souls, and to Cold Fire Keep they came. And as time passed,...