Fallen Village

Nestled in the coast, free form prying eyes, amidst the frozen ice spires that strike out of the ocean, the largest glacier of them all gently floats on the water. And from a crack, a chasm in the ice, trails smoke.

To most his is a mystery to be avoided, but in truth deep in the confines of a glacier, is a paradise of warmth in this barren land. Fellhounds dwell here in their own village, occationally leaving just to have a little bit of fun with others but never the full-scale wars that the breed was once famous for. The cavern itself is actually well-lit, both by the fire of many of its inhabitants and by the sunlight filtering from outside through melted make-shift windows. There are several passages out, but it is not so easy getting in.