Silverwick

A walled town cradled by the frozen River Ys, where winter reigns eight months and survival depends on community, craft, and hearth-warmth. Magic exists as 'Glimmers', small, practical enchantments like hearth-wards, ice-songs, and glowing Frost-Moss lanterns. Most folk have none. True power is vanishingly rare. Here, steel and wit matter more than sorcery—but this Yule, ancient traditions break, wolves hunt with unnatural cunning, and a mysterious stranger arrives with gifts and secrets.

This is a low fantasy setting where magic is minimal, and the only race present is human.