The isles of the North suffered the most during the Civil Wars. Once, cataclysmic forces were unleashed that drowned the land and shattered the northern part of the continent. The remaining islands are tortured and twisted places, blasted by mutation and death, and near lifeless. Such life that does survive is cruel and hardened. Monsters, stirred from the lightless ocean depths, sometimes come ashore here in search of prey.
Icy and uninviting, these remote areas are home to the more feral of Elf tribes. It's pine forests are home to magnificent beats, and the population are generally hunter or fisher by trade.
Though the most other Elf and Fea look down upon their Northern brethren, it is from these parts that the largest amounts of fresh fish are delivered.
Forests
- Caer Orvent's Grace - The Frozen Woods