Setting
Much like the Tundra of Lycaernus, Aedillon is frigid, unforgiving, a land where not paying attention to your surroundings could get you killed, and leaving your skin bear will leave you frostbitten within a half hour of exposure. Water freezes as soon as it leaves the safety of a bottle.
And yet there is an eerie sort of beauty to this land. Perhaps it is the nights, where the sky lights up with auroras, dazzling and dancing across the sky; listen closely, and perhaps you can hear the lights singing. Perhaps it's the people, beautiful, if as frigidly formal as the land is savage.
The Capital city of Aedillon, Aedillonia, is a spectacle to be seen. Once, it was made entirely from white marble, surrounded by a rich evergreen forest. Now, with the frozen taiga landscape that surrounds it, the city appears as if made from white ice. It is large, sprawling, surrounding the castle of the King; an elegantly imposing structure of white granite, the walls embedded with thousands upon thousands of moonstones.