Thrynn Winterclaw

Where Knowledge Cuts the Deepest

A bastion of knowledge, ambition, and whispered secrets, where every lesson has a cost and every scholar risks becoming part of the archive.

Charred Remains of a Lost Home

Once a quiet village, now a blackened grave of smoldering ruins and unanswered fates.

Where the Light Fails

Beneath the cliffs, the earth whispers what it has swallowed—treasures, truths, and souls lost in the dark.

13
Domains

5
Inns

3
Bloodlines

1
Bystander

2
Warders

✓ Wisdom Forged in Ice
✓ Tundra-Born, Battle-Tested
✓ Honor Bound in Frost

Race: Frostmaw, Gender: Male, Age: 37, Height: 7'3" (221 cm), Weight: 483 lbs (219.1 kg)
Alignment: Lawful Good

Something is amiss in the frozen flow. He’s not here for answers—he’s here to stop whatever’s causing it.

The wind here bites sharper than steel. It howls through the village in stuttering bursts—wrong in rhythm, wrong in weight. He kneels in the snow, massive paws pressed to the ice. Beneath him, the pulse of the land stutters. A rune is missing its hum.

He exhales, mist curling from his snout. "This isn’t weather."

A few villagers watch from the edges of their homes. They whisper. They hope. They fear.
He rises slowly, towering, runes along his chest flickering a cold blue as they respond to the unseen shift. Something is tampering with the frostlines—too deep for their seers to reach, too dangerous for the young to approach. That leaves him.

Snow crunches as he begins the climb, axe strapped across his back. His breath is steady, but his thoughts are not. Frost is changing. And whatever’s pulling the cold off its path—it’s old. Too old. And it knows he’s coming.

Shiverclaw Mountains ● Frostmaw ● Islynn ● Frostmaw Village

The Frostline Fracture

The frost has changed. Not melted, not broken—just wrong. It hums off-beat, glows too bright, pulses where it should sleep. Deep in the northern reaches, where the land speaks only in silence and storm, something has pulled the frostline off its path. The elders whisper of echoes that don’t fade. The ground hums where no steps fall. He was forged to guard this realm, but what he faces now is older than oaths. The cold itself has turned strange—and if it cannot be brought back into balance, the tundra may lose more than snow.

✓ Ice remembers everything
✓ Silence bends the brave
✓ Balance cuts both ways