The Doom Of Frostholm

A century before Archer's birth, the haunting tale of the Doom of Frostholm was penned by Draven Drakebane, one of the few survivors who bore witness to the horrifying events that unfolded.

A long time ago, a city nestled within a large valley in the northern part of the Avalon Empire. This extraordinary city existed both above and below the earth's surface. It stood as a testament to the coexistence of its inhabitants.

Frostholm was a beacon of trade and fortitude in the north. It was fortified by giant walls and guarded by the icy currents of the Shadowflow River.

For ages, it had stood as the mighty bulwark of the Duchy of Frostwyn, staunchly defending the empire against relentless threats.

Its splendor resounded far and wide, drawing millions of visitors each year. The sails of Dwarven, Elven, and various other races' trading vessels are unfurled within its bustling harbor, bearing exotic goods to be sold and traded.