The eastern Nysanna Range, on its northern slopes facing the polar wastes, is dominated by the region known as Witvein—a maze of tunnel-laden glaciers that serves as home to the Wydlings, the ice goblins of the far north.
The Wydlings have carved an entire civilization into these glaciers, creating networks of passages, chambers, and hunting blinds that only they can navigate safely. The ice shifts constantly, and the Wydlings have learned to read its movements—knowing which tunnels will collapse within days and which will last generations. Outsiders who enter Witvein without Wydling guides rarely emerge.
Unlike their southern goblin cousins who live in massive communal broods, Wydlings move in small extended-family hunting packs. They are patient, methodical predators—capable of waiting motionless in snowdrifts for hours before striking. Their pale blue skin and razor-sharp icicle teeth mark them as creatures perfectly adapted to this frozen hell.
The Wydlings maintain an uneasy awareness of Niquous, the white dragon whose territory borders their own. They have lost enough hunters to him that they've developed an elaborate system of scouts, signals, and escape routes. When Niquous hunts, the Wydlings vanish deeper into their glacier tunnels, waiting in absolute stillness until the danger passes.