The history books and scrolls portray the Frostborn as arrogant, self-righteous, and prideful. Unlike others on the continent, they have successfully repelled the Empire's assaults for centuries, even at times launching attacks of their own. Their methods and ways remain shrouded in mystery; their kingdomare guarded by the titans' divide, and little, if anything, passes through.
The Frostborn are known to wield a different form of magic, ancient and enigmatic, far older than the Empire's. They regard our magic as unholy and our powers as cowardly. Such disdain has garnered them no favors, and if they ever fall, it is likely that many across the kingdoms would celebrate.
I once harbored such prejudices myself, but as one of the rare outsiders who has gained entry into their kingdom, I have seen their world firsthand. I have walked their roads, dined on their food, drunk their ale, and engaged with their scholars.
