Pherezi Imnuttut is the largest of the Northern Isles—a single landmass stretching roughly a thousand miles across the eastern reach of the archipelago, set apart from the central islands by the Bruthweur Sea to its west and north. Like the rest of the isles it is frozen the year round, but where the western islands answer to Bzulakar or Gelnor, Pherezi Imnuttut answers to no one. It has no capital, no compact, no settled authority of any kind; what lives here holds its ground by being too large, too strange, or too dangerous to displace.
The interior is divided less by borders than by hazards. Along the northern spine the canyonlands of Blyzrynthine are split by a fire leyline that superheats the rock far below the surface ice, and the same buried heat surfaces northeast as the Hills of Insanity, where the air itself unhinges those who linger. The southern reaches rise into Giantfell, a range named for the things that walk it. Deeper still lie the Timeless Wastes, where time is said to pool and run wrong. Geologists who study the island fear the Thermarifts beneath Blyzrynthine are growing unstable enough to crack the whole landmass apart.
The few hardy footholds cling to the coasts and survive by staying beneath notice. Themopolkrik, a fishing village on Giantfell's southern shore, is the type case. The southern beaches draw a different sort of visitor: the Amber Coast, where enchanted amber washes ashore from the frozen depths, lures treasure-seekers who rarely account for the predators that hunt the same shoreline.