Bonefrost

Bonefrost

Bonefrost is, to put it lightly, not for the faint of heart. To put it less lightly, it's not for those possessing a heart at all. For it's denizens are all dead, or undead, and those with a pulse are killed upon detection.

Bonefrost was once a city controlled by the kingdom of Ryvalen, an outpost for explorers and travelers to rest at. It was built oppulently, with soaring towers built into the sides of the mountains around them. The city's walls were the mountains. It was almost impenitrable. Almost.

Sometime in the early days of Ryvalen, just a few decades after the construction of Kuloran, the city was built. Back then it was known as Skyfrost, for it's towers reached to the skies, and in the winters, the entire city sparkled like a white jewel under the layer of frost that the winter months brought.

A century after it's construction, though, a vampire came to Skyfrost. He was an emissary from Kiriloth, sent to bring tidings of war, and perhaps, even, a truce. But his plans were quite a bit less diplomatic.

The governess of the city at the time was quite the fetching woman, and the vampire emissary bedded her while there. And he left his mark on her, and slit her throat with the fall of night. She rerose, a vampire in her own right, and she returned with him to Kiriloth.

In the coming years, Kiriloth lay siege to the city. Their armies of vampires swarmed over the walls, killing and raiding, though the Skyfrost army did a decent job at holding them back. With time, though, the lesser undead of the Kirilothian army overwhelmed the defenders. Ghouls, zombies, wights, skeletal, long dead soldiers pushed their way into the city, and added to their ranks with each kill they made.

The vampire and his wife walked through the carnage of the city after the last living had fallen before them, their three lich advisors floating behind them, and their undead knight lieutenants standing sentinel around them. They laid their claim to this place, Bonefrost, and situated themselves as a permanent thorn in the side of civilization.

Several centuries later, the liches that had formerly advised their vampire rulers grew bored and disillusioned with the leadership. The vampire's wife had fallen into increasing states of insanity and the vampire had begun to grow soft. The liches formed a triad, and defeated the two vampires in combat, bending the other, lesser vampires to their will in the process.

One lich, though, a devilish creature by the name of Akoras, stole the souls of his two co-conspirators, and merged them with his own. With the power he held, he now controlled an army, had his own, city-sized seat of power, and could relish in the undeath he was the master of now.

But there he remains, content to control this part of his world. But someday, he might command his armies to march forth. Someday, he might conquer again. And that day, the mountains themselves will shiver in fright.