Deep in the Feywild, an Icy Wind buffets the Frozen Vale. Many cycles passed after the Archfey Prince of Frost had his love stolen from him, his heart grew cold, and his lands froze over with Frigid gloom. The long dead, Banshee sister's of his tortured love prey upon the souls of the land of eternal night. The Prince of Frost, watches from his throne high above the Vale. In long lasting solitude in his Fortress of Frozen Tears to the North. The adventurers find themselves washed upon the shore of the swirling White Well to the east. Wind Shrieks across the Vale. Soaking wet, they frantically scramble to warmth and shelter.

What gloom and misfortunes await them in this desperate land? Will they happen upon the Sisters of Lament? Will they seek shelter by the Cairn Fire, the ever tempting beacon of Light, Warmth and Eternal Slumber? Will they awaken the terrible hibernating beast deep in The Pale Wood? Will they be forced to seek out a derelict ship only to find that it now rests deep in the frozen sea?

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In The Vale of The Long Night there are many moments for adventure and heroics. I tried to make the map in a way that would innately spark the imagination and wonder of anyone who looks upon it. I made this in part with a topographic clone of this map but with a Summer twist. A peak at the land before the Mourning Prince fell deep in his endless despair.

Hope you enjoy!