We never knew, what snow was before... About falling like feathers white cold rain, and hardened water, it was written a hundres years ago in an North Coast expedition diary. When from our Northern Outpost, where we had found the second working ancient teleportation unit, came such a message, it was considered as an unusual natural fenomenom. The hunters, that were changeing their fur for our fruits, and weapon, were talking about frozen sea, the ground covered with two feet snow, and not moving white cold lights in the sky. The Priests of Knowledge sent their explorers, that never came back. Some months after, were seen running animals. The birds were first. Covey after covey flying to the south were covering the sky for days. Herd after herd followed. Deers, capricorns, forest bufalos, others and others. Carnivorous side by side with herbivorous, but no hunters after them. Not any human. No one... Then a huge white cold sun rised over the Northern Citadel, and it was snowing and snowing, and snowing... Cold. A terrible cold, no one expected such. Evacuation of the town down the fortress began. The fur collected
||from the hunters was not enough to equip even the soldiers. The teleport was open all the time, but still hundreds people left, when the sound like from a giant horn was heard. A wave of cold came then, that people freezed for a second, and then their flesh broke like glass on pieces, living their clear bones to fall down. And that horn sounded and sounded, till even stone walls began to ruin...
That was how we met each-other. In a war. Their technology against our magic, that no one win. Then there were negotiations. We didn't learn much about each-other. We didn't understand enough each-other. Nice was that we tryed. They were just fugitives, from their distroyed frozen home, trying to survive in a land that could burn them to ashes...
So there was established The Icy Kingdom. From Northern Barbarians Lands on west to The Ogres and Northern Orc Clans Lands on east. From The Northern Coast on north to The High Desert and Marshlands to the south. Still the icy people retreated from our Northern Outpost, but never switch off their Cold Sun there. We keep a small garrison in the ruined citadel though. To watch and wait. For what? Who knows...