Another necro? Sure why not. Here's an updated version of the Upper Norselands, to help set up my setting for some impending updates.
The Upper Norselands
Thought to be a barren and frozen wasteland, even the coldest region of Northeros has a surprising populace. It is home to the growing ranks of the Frostborne and their allies, but is also the roosting place of more far more sinister and ancient forces, in the most desolate reaches in the Deep North.
The Crags of Lorne
The Crags are the largest stretch of mountains in the Norselands, separated the upper and lower halves. They are home to Frostborne, whose capital city, Naklin, is on easily the tallest mountain in the Crags. It is said that almost all of Northeros can be observed from the mountain’s peak. Lorne is also home to various bands of Norsemen, most of which have been united under one banner that is the Frostborne Realm.
The Gravelgrinder dwarves, a small clan of brilliant technicians, have settled near the edge of the Evergreen Depths, only a mere few leagues away from Pinewood. It is a stone fortress, carved right from the side of the mountains.
Evergreen Depths
The Evergreen Depths is a forest of ancient pines, as tall as they are old. The forest itself yields little wildlife and are almost as silent as falling snow. Though barely explored, many scouts have reported coming across old settlements in the forest, long burned down and abandoned. Most Norsemen tribes avoid it entirely, calling it cursed.
Glacial Coast
The frozen shorelines in the northeast corner are surprisingly usable as ports and are the location of several Norse and Frostbornian harbors. Icebergs are strewn about only a league or two out to sea and are dangerous to those that don’t know their way around fields of ship-eating glaciers.
The Piercing Tundra
Beyond the Crags of Lorne lies an ancient battlefield-turned frozen wasteland, truly the most barren and harsh location in all the Upper Norselands. It stretches out from coast to coast, with no trees and no rocky structures to catch the biting winds that howl along the entire tundra. There are whispered tales of the fated tundra, said to have been the final battle between long forgotten factions of Northeros, which had all seemingly perished during the fated war. To this day, many nearby denizens (though there are few) claim to see sinister stirrings on the horizon of the ancient tundra.
