Frost giants, a centaur war-chief, and a sea-elf diplomat march to the base of the towering ice spire, rallying their forces against a rising army of enchanted ice statues. Pride poisons every command, giants demand dominance, centaurs refuse to yield, and elves counter with cutting strategy.

As the first siege engines shatter frozen walls, blades clash and hooves thunder, and the spire groans under the weight of battle and ambition.

Frost giants, centaur war-chief, and sea-elf diplomat meet to forge a pact against a rising terror. Pride poisons every word, giants demand command, centaurs refuse to bow, elves slice back with cold wit. 

A single insult shatters diplomacy; blades draw, hooves thunder, and the ice groans beneath them.

The party fights a loose bulette from oh-so-long-ago.

A loose thread raises its head.

A raucous feast with giants hides a creeping danger in the fortress, by dawn the adventurers will learn if the banquet bought them allies or bait.

Wind blows through ice covered columns as the party moves across a half buried ruin. Huge, furred hunters with frost in their coats slip between broken statues. Torches flare, swords ring, and each breath fogs the air. Hold the path or be lost to the storm and the pack.

Accused of kidnapping the giant chieftain’s shaman, his mother, the players must negotiate to avoid bloodshed while they quietly investigate her chamber. There they uncover astonishing musical magic connected to the shaman.

A caretaker of an orphanage slumbers, and a group of nerdowells wishes to disturb them.

Under a pale moon, two party members slip through ice-cracked corridors to uncover a hidden runed alcove, its secrets long buried in frost. Meanwhile, the remainder of the group parley with the Jarl in the throne hall, exchanging offers of peace and veiled threats in the silent chill.

A field of geysers holds the cracked shells of massive Pyreworms and the obelisks etched with dimming runes warn that its magic won’t last long.