The snowy tundras of the north is hardly a milieu for everyone. The freezing cold holds all creatures in its grip and only the hardiest of the living can flourish there. The huge glacier that cover the high ground is pierced by numerous narrow passages, a kind of trachea of ice, through which the gale winds howl during winter, giving rise to a plaintive song of war. It is during these roaring storms that the dreaded Northmen of the Howling Glacier descend on the southern lands in search of wealth and blood.
