A lone figure stands in front of the gigantic mountain range which oversees the borders of several countries. The mountain range is over 500 miles, stretching from the prosperous Ezealyra to the wretched ruins of Meosea. Only Sloria lies in the middle, separating the countries with its vast snow and large mountains which cloud the country from sight.
No one dares to stroll in these mountains. There are creatures of the unknown lurking in them, waiting for unaware travelers. The snow is so cold and deep that even one misstep can plunge a person to a torturous death by hypothermia. Snowstorms are a common occurrence but if one is unlucky, then a small avalanche can bury them alive under the thick coated snow.
Even werewolves and vampires find it hard to survive under such conditions, many dying on their journey. Everywhere one sees, is only white clad snow
