A century of peace fades for the ancient stones of Corun-dun. The great silver dragon Cryoth had long brought a mantle of calm to these lands. Now he is slain, his gleaming temple of order sundered by the white dragon Lodis. All is unsettled. A river of frigid air flows down from the Red Mountains, wreathing the land in fog as many eyes turn towards the danger and opportunity of shifting powers.
The Commonwealth of Wealde claims this region, but paid little attention to it as a quiet outpost. Now that Cryoth's influence is gone, a small force has been dispatched to reinforce the town and scout the borders.
Lodis sends his followers down the passes, and they are seen everywhere in the land, from the lonely farms in the west to the centre of town. What they seek is unknown.
Meanwhile, the surviving followers of Cryoth are scattered. Some are resigned to live out their days, while others yearn to drive out Lodis and return a silver dragon to the temple.
A large group of dwarves had arrived months before the destruction of the temple, intent on expanding the mines that their kin have worked here for centuries. Lodis and his followers represent a serious risk to the enterprise.
Corun-dun has been a settlement for many centuries, and has risen and fallen over the ages. Today it is a small village of only 150 humans and dwarves. It is built around a high hill on the west bank of the River Aeill. There is little here beyond an inn, general store, and supporting operations for the mines to the north.
The Red Mountains rise to the north-east, and high in the snowy peaks lie the ruins of Cryoth's temple and the lair of Lodis.