Wolfra's Clan

Nova | 25 | they/them

There is a keep in the mountains, cold and desolate, it is any wonder why some would make a home there. Whispers of Fort Wolfsbane being back up and running again are heard throughout the taverns and holds in the tundras and icefields. A long abandoned fortress that was once kept by ancient dragons as a bulwark against threats that are now defeated.

Soon the murmurs are well known fact. A trail has appeared, many months after the first rumors began. A well-kept path that veers off into the forests from the main road. It takes many days, but for those brave enough and lucky enough to make their way to its end, they are greeted by the imposing and fabled walls of Fort Wolfsbane. Standing strong and unfrozen in the snow flurries near the tops of the mountains.

Inside the fortress, the temperature is still around freezing, but grand mages have created spells to keep the deadly cold and elements out. Dragons can walk through the winding streets of the village without getting clobbered by wind or ice.

It is hard to describe how enormous the walls around the keep are. They stand well above the town, allowing for guards to see over nearly the entire village. And near the back, built into the wall of a tall mountain side that shelters Fort Wolfsbane, is a grand castle. Tall in stature instead of width, it reaches up and looks out onto the land below it. On clear days you can see beyond many of the peaks of the mountains and down onto the lands far below.

It is here that the Court of Polaris reigns. Once from the Tangled Woods, they have come to the Southern Icefields to extend a claw of hope to the cold lands. Here, high in the mountains, they call to the lost and to the weak, to find shelter within their walls.