Frostreaver Saga

The Frostraider camp stood deliberately between Firiona Vie and the Overthere. It was not an accident of geography. The location had been chosen carefully. Firiona Vie lay to one side, the territories of the more traditionally friendly races beyond it. The Overthere and the lands beyond represented a very different world. The Frostraiders belonged to neither. Their fellowship contained those who would normally have been enemies. Good and evil. Barbarian and Iksar. Ogre and Erudite. Elf and Dark Elf. They had chosen a place where all of them could meet without one faction being forced to live in the territory of another. Whatever differences existed between them could be set aside when there was work to be done. The Frostraiders had discovered that cooperation was sometimes more powerful than allegiance. Their camp stood in the middle of that divide. And from there, they could venture in any direction. Three nights after arriving, Caradawc's dreams re...

The road left the Frostraider headquarters at dawn. Caradawc walked beside Phephe. Neither spoke for the first hour. There was something strange about leaving together. They were both Barbarians. Both Shamans. Both new to the Frostraiders. And both had been given the same instruction. Seek the spirits. Neither had been told exactly what that meant. Break had simply watched them from the doorway as they prepared to leave. Caradawc had asked the obvious question. "Why are we going together?" Break had looked from one Shaman to the other. "Because neither of you has learned how to walk this path alone." That had been all. Now they walked beneath a pale morning sky. Phephe eventually broke the silence. "You realise he didn't actually tell us where we're going." "The Ocean of Tears." "That's where we're going." "Yes." "Th...

The sea breeze carried the smell of salt and tar across the docks of Freeport. Caradawc stood beside Izzy, watching sailors unload crates from a merchant vessel that had recently arrived from Faydwer. Around them merchants shouted prices, dockworkers cursed one another, and gulls wheeled overhead in search of scraps. It all seemed strangely ordinary for the beginning of a new life. "You seem disappointed," Izzy observed. Caradawc grunted. "I expected something more dramatic." "You mean dragons?" "Or at least a prophecy." Izzy smiled. "You've been spending too much time with bards." Before Caradawc could reply, a familiar voice called from behind them. "I found them." Both turned to see Cymru striding across the dock. The Barbarian Beastlord looked much as Caradawc remembered him. Travel dust covered his boots, and the easy confidence in his expression suggested t...

A gallery of the adventuring parties that accompanied Caradawc Tarangan on his journey to level 60 on the Frostreaver server during May 2026. Book One: The Path of the Shaman Chapter One: The White Breath of Everfrost Chapter Two: The Fellowship of Everfrost Chapter Three: The Splitpaw Campaign Chapter Four: The Call of the Wild Chapter Five: Into the Burning Land Chapter Six: The Lost Knowledge of Chardok Rogues Gallery Book One: The Path of the Shaman

The first thing Caradawc learned about Chardok was that nobody truly understood it. The city rose from the mountains like the remains of a forgotten empire. Massive walls guarded ancient roads. Vast halls disappeared beneath the earth. Every adventurer arriving at its gates carried stories of hidden treasures, ancient magic, and lost knowledge. Most of those stories proved wrong. The reality was far more dangerous. Chardok was not a dungeon. It was a city. A living fortress defended by disciplined Sarnak warriors who fought with intelligence, organisation, and ruthless determination. The first expeditions ended badly. Groups entered with confidence and returned battered. Others failed to return at all. Healers exhausted themselves keeping wounded companions alive. Warriors fell. Spellcasters vanished into the darkness. The city resisted every attempt to uncover its secrets. Yet the adventurers kept coming. From Antonica. From Faydwer. From Odus. Every road in Kunark seemed eventually t...

  The voyage from Velious to Kunark took many days. As the ship cut through the waters of the Ocean of Tears, Caradawc spent long hours standing at the rail watching the endless horizon. Beside him, Izzy often spoke of the places she hoped to see, while Sunflower and Skittlesz debated which of the stories they had heard about Kunark were most likely to be true. Most agreed on one thing. Kunark was different. Older. Wilder. More dangerous. The continent had only recently become widely accessible to the peoples of Norrath, and stories of ancient kingdoms, lost magic, and forgotten treasures had spread rapidly across Antonica, Faydwer, and Odus. By the time the ship finally entered the harbour of Firiona Vie, Caradawc understood why. The docks were crowded with adventurers. Humans from Qeynos and Freeport. Dwarves from Kaladim. Elves from Kelethin and Felwithe. Erudites from Odus. Barbarians from the frozen north. Dozens of expeditions were forming and reforming throughout the settlem...