look upon a land treacherous, carpeted in a serene layer of ash. flame ravages the ramparts, and beyond lingers an intimidating line of equine bodies. cynical jeers posses their charcoal lips; some have no lips, merely a dusty plain of porcelain bone held aloft by sinewy necks. the terror they inspire has cast all but this select lot from the land, and now they are left to rule it.
vast tundras span from coastline to coastline, the night eclipsing the sun for three months out of every year. various mountain ranges dot the geography, but the majority of the continent consists of vast expanses of snowy plain.