Ironholde

The journey to Ironholde was a stark contrast to the winding canals and shadowed streets of Shadowfen. As the carriage rumbled forward, the mist gave way to rolling hills and rugged terrain. The land here was untamed, its beauty raw and unpolished. Jagged cliffs loomed in the distance, their dark silhouettes rising like the spines of ancient beasts against the steel-gray sky. Rivers carved through the valley, their waters cutting deep scars into the earth, and small villages clung to the foothills, their homes built of sturdy stone to withstand the elements.