The northern mountain range stretched across the Northern Territory of the White Horse Kingdom, a silver dragon coiled at the edge of the world.
When sunlight spilled over them, the peaks refracted myriads of brilliant, magnificent points of light, as if they were scales shaken from the great dragon—a beauty so magnificent it was breathtaking.
Yet behind this extreme beauty lay a harsh environment.
The howling, frigid winds were the eternal song of this place, and hardy snow pines and lichens were among the few plants that could survive here.
The Beastmen who had lived here for generations had migrated to the Ice-free Ports farther north. Now, only tenacious mountain Barbarian Tribes remained, scattered like moss along the mountain outskirts, coexisting with this world of ice and snow through hunting and ancient wisdom.
A small Barbarian Tribe was nestled in a leeward valley.
