The Valdrin Codex A record of what we agreed to remember

The Frozen Wastelands

Snowfield without relief, running from the mountain feet to a frozen coast where pack ice grinds against the shore for most of the year. There is no shelter, no fuel and no landmark. Travellers cross it by counting days rather than by recognising anything.

Marches with

Grom-Karn, Kel-Stal

Last inscribed 28 August 2026