The frigid cold that chills the bones,

A place that Horror calls its home,

Those that dwell in this snowy place,

Are barbaric and fierce with little grace.

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Yet below the frozen tundra cold,

Lay many preserved ruins of old,

With dark spells cast and secrets hidden,

A perfect place for the unbidden.

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The crystals carved, the war cry sound,

As hooves and feet do smash the ground,

To tame this yonder northern waste,

Shall put an adventurer’s pace.