Frostreave is a realm of endless winter, where the world is smothered beneath an eternal blizzard. Towering glaciers loom like jagged sentinels over a barren wasteland of ice, while the plains stretch endlessly in silence, broken only by the moan of shifting frost. The cold is absolute, seeping past flesh and bone to freeze the very soul, leaving the damned hollow and numb. The winds howl without mercy, carrying with them flurries of snow sharp enough to flay skin, and the sky remains a pale, lifeless gray, devoid of warmth or light. Those who wander here are soon swallowed by the storm, their forms encased in ice, their voices silenced forever.
Inhabitants:
The condemned are stalked by the Frostborn, skeletal wretches of ice animated by Malakar’s will, their hollow sockets glowing with an eerie blue fire. These guardians march tirelessly across the wastes, hunting down the damned and sealing them within glacial tombs. Scattered throughout the realm are Frozen Shades, souls who succumbed to despair and became one with the ice, their bodies preserved in crystalline prisons as silent witnesses to the suffering of others. Snowbound wraiths drift through the blizzards, whispering laments that chill even the strongest wills, luring the wandering into deeper isolation.
Sins:
Those condemned to Frostreave are the cold-hearted and apathetic—souls who lived without compassion or warmth. Heartless rulers who abandoned their people, betrayers who turned their backs on loved ones, and the cruel who took satisfaction in the suffering of others are cast into this frozen void. Their punishment is to endure the same coldness they once inflicted, trapped in isolation, silenced by frost, and forgotten by all but the unyielding winds.