The characters might need to run away and regroup, or take short or long rests between encounters, if they’re going to survive. Also marked on this map are the remote locations featured in chapters 3, 6, and 7.Īlthough this chapter is designed for characters of 4th level or higher, some of its random encounters and locations are more dangerous than others. These adventure locations are scattered across Icewind Dale, as shown on map 2.1. This chapter takes the adventure beyond Ten-Towns into the far reaches of Icewind Dale, to places the adventurers might visit as they investigate tall tales or undertake quests. The goblin fortress of Karkolohk perches atop a rocky spur in the foothills of the Spine of the World Meanwhile, folk descended from foolhardy and treasure-mad immigrants eke out meager lives in Ten-Towns, which can barely hold back the wind, let alone marauding orcs, giants, and fierce tundra yeti.ĭespite the unnatural cold and other dangers, people still brave the journey to reach this harsh winterscape, searching for opportunity and adventure. Dwarves dig into the earth to seek shelter and mine for iron. Trapped in winter’s cold embrace, nomadic humans follow herds of reindeer through their migrations, while others dare the treacherous waters of the Sea of Moving Ice in search of fish, seals, walruses, and whales to sustain them. North and west, the Sea of Moving Ice churns icebergs and floes in a deadly tumult, like winter grinding its teeth in anticipation of its next freezing assault. The ice cliffs of the Reghed Glacier rise in the east like prison walls, while the snow-capped peaks of the Spine of the World loom to the south. Snow piles in deep drifts and blocks all trails leading south to warmer lands. Storms bring driving hail and sleet that leaves everything coated in a sheath of ice. As Auril casts her nightly spell, a curtain of light weaves across the starry sky to keep the dawn at bay-an aurora that portends an everlasting winter. The sun, held down below the horizon by the Frostmaiden’s magic, offers no respite from winter’s fury. Without fail, these winds find their way through every chink and crack, every opening in the warmest furs, every tent flap, every roof and board of the strongest homes, draining away any hint of warmth.
Katabatic winds sweep down from the Reghed Glacier, ceaselessly battering anything that dares to grow or breathe in Icewind Dale.
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