In the shadow of Icespire Peak, the Icehammer dwarves wage a wintry battle.
Snow-laden crags and hard-edged bluffs loom over Torunedar like frostbitten fingers. Despite the subzero temperatures, the dwarven village is bustling with activity, constantly preparing for an ongoing battle that is as sure as the promise of a cold dawn. Bolbin Ironbrow can be found coordinating the meager Icehammer militia as Garora Oakhew tends to the wounded and holds the front line. In the White Crags, the blistering waste high atop Icespire Peak, Florin Icehammer, last scion of an ancient line, seeks a way to bring the fight to Hrimnir himself.
The frost giant chief will not be dissuaded so easily…