Infantasy, frozen world, where the sky touches the earth and thesunrarely dares to rise, there stands a shipyard–fortress. Builtatthe northernmost edge of the world, hidden amidst ice andblizzards,it seems as though nature itself wished to conceal it frommortaleyes. Its walls, dark and frozen, glisten under the moonlight,whilethe ceaseless snow covers every stone and corner.

Thefearsome faction of Hydra has forged it withiceand green iron,raising it in her name.
Legend whispers thathere skeletons areresurrected, bound by ancient spells and forgedinto disciplinedsoldiers, becoming an unstoppable army of theundead. From this frozenstronghold their power spreads, casting itsshadow across the seas.

Inthe port's battlements, there is a double-barreled bow weapon thatstands ready to defend the fortress

fromfor any intruder, land or sea.

Carveddeep into the rocks lies a storeroom, sheltering timber,supplies, andprovisions. Hidden in its depths is a secret passagethat leads to asmall, concealed pier. There, amidst the mist and thefalling snow,lies the breath of the faction: the ships that slipsilently into thefrozen waters.

Atthe heart of the fortress rises the central hall. Below reststhethrone room, built of stone and silence, adorned with the symbolsofHydra. Above, the warlock’s workshop stretches across thefloor —a chamber shrouded in smoke and shadows, where the art ofresurrectionis practiced without end.

Higherstill, the second and tallest tower looms like a guardian ofthehorizon. Within, ammunition is stored and the mechanism forraisingand lowering the boats is kept. At its summit stands acolossalballista, like an iron god, built to pierce even themightiest of seamonsters.

Amassive crane, mounted on iron rails, turns with precisionandstrength. It moves as though alive, lifting high to repairwhateverdamage befalls the ships. Under its shadow, no vessel islefthelpless.

Inthe courtyard’s center lies the stone-carved seal of Hydra. Coveredin layers of snow and etched with detail, itserves as an ancient oathof protection, a sacred talisman guardingthe castle from ruin.

Suppliesand munitions arrive by a small cart that strugglesacross snowboundpaths and desolate towns, feeding the fortress withwhat it needs. Andthere, beside the pier, always ready, waits agraceful and peculiarship — the vessel of expeditions, destined tochart unknown worlds,to set sail for treasures and secrets thatawait discovery.