The War of the Silver Marches took a heavy toll on the north, sundering what was once a bold alliance championed by the wise and powerful leaders of the shining city of Silverymoon. The city remains whole, but the alliance lies in ruins. Walled by towering mountains and surrounded by harsh wilderness, the north is once again a splintered collage of dwarven strongholds, orc tribes, and remote outposts, struggling to survive.