Not much remains now of the glory and radiance of the ancient city of Lothwerth, while the buildings still remain incased in ice and blanketed by a thick layer of snow, much of what it housed that attracted foreign travelers once has been taken by external forces or dimmed in the wake of ages passed. Though even now its power still lives on as a former shadow of itself. Travel north as far as the world will take you then travel north as far as your legs can carry you, passed the bustling cities of man, at the end of the ceaseless oceans of the calm seas and over the bodies of those who came before you and let your eyes behold the city of eternal winter. How quant it must feel, to witness this sight of what was once the epicentre of the world and realise it stands as solemn ruler over naught but ice and snow and death. Many secrets it once housed, many more it still holds behind closed doors, mazelike streets and maddening enigmas. Its former residents still wander the streets dead and cold, but moving all the same, speaking some lost tongue, searching endless and pointless, dreaming of some sweet release that will never come. Its rulers still reside in their high towers and mansion, reduced to mere spectres trapped in a constant cruel loop forced to haunt the halls of their homes until the end of time without realising everything and everyone has long since passed. And above it all stand a castle, gazing down on its former realm. It is unknown what mysteries it holds, many have entered the structure, none have come out. Lights can still be seen coming from the windows at night, the gates open and close on regular intervals as they once did and the bells signaling the death of a ruler ring each night. Why have you come here? Did you come in search of the hidden knowledge this city still clutches firmly in grasp? Did you come for the vast riches and trinkets scattered in the buildings of the frozen capitol which would asure your place in the upper echelon of the rich and wealthy. Maybe you came for fame and glory, to become the first to unravel the secrets of the infamous northern realm and become immortal in the many books that you will be written of your adventure. Or maybe... maybe you came for power, to bend the force that brought this great nation to its knees to your own will. Many have come before you, few returned with their lives, fewer still with their minds. --- "How long has it been" Hugh thought as he navigated the narrow streets of the frozen city, his feet making but slight crunching sounds as the snow beneath his tread compressed under his weight. "Days? Weeks? Months?" He had lost count. How could he keep track? The sun was but a rare sight this far north save for the hours so few they can easily be counted on one hand. The only thing that let him know of a new day were the accursed bells of Lothwerth castle. Even in his darkest nightmares he could hear those bells ring to remind him of this frozen hell in which he resides. Lost in thought, Hugh almost didn't hear the soft mumbling sound echoing of the icy walls of the street. In an instant the rifleman stopped dead in his tracks and peaked his ears. Whispers first, then louder, the wandering dead were definitely coming closer. He turned to retrace his steps but soon realised they were coming from the other side as well. Trapped on both sides, Hugh readied his rifle in case of the worst case scenario, but was in no mood for a scuffle with the locals. The doors of the houses rarely budge, even if they are not locked, the hinges are always rusted and frozen. Still, Hugh tried his luck and attempted to kick down the door of one of the houses to his right. While it didn't open, per se, he did manage to kick out two planks rotten enough to create a whole through which he could wriggle himself inside. To say the residence was dark would be an understatement, the place was pitch black. He hated going indoors, they houses are always too dark to see and not even the Gods knew what lurked in the shadows. Still he ventured inside slowly as to not make too much noise should he bump into something, his ears being his biggest asset in the darkness.