Rainoga

The Sea of Moving Ice sprawls west of Icewind Dale, a frigid, ever-shifting wilderness of towering icebergs, frost-rimed isles, and bone-chilling winds. This perilous expanse is a frozen labyrinth where navigation is a gamble and maps are rendered obsolete with each shifting floe. Feared by the Reghedmen and shunned by most mariners, the sea teems with hardy life. Beneath the surface, schools of cod dart between ice caverns, while above, white dragons glide silently through blizzards in search of prey. Among the floes dwell ice trolls, frost giants, and reclusive Northlanders who have adapted to its brutal conditions. Ancient shipwrecks, frozen in time, lie embedded in the ice, hiding relics of old wars and strange treasures such as sharkskin and coral plate armor. Some speak in hushed tones of the Bolt of Sekolah’s Fire—a rare, potent artifact found only in these icy waters. In this realm of creaking ice and silver mist, only the bold—or the desperate—dare sail.

Jagged icebergs drift across a steel-gray sea, their blue-white walls groaning with ancient weight. Snow whips across the deck of a lone ship, navigating through narrow, shifting channels. Frost-covered ruins jut from the ice like broken teeth, while polar bears stalk the glacial ridges. A white dragon’s silhouette vanishes into a swirling squall. The cold is absolute, the silence broken only by cracking ice and the distant calls of creatures adapted to a world of winter and peril.