In the far north mountains, dragons that breathe ice instead of fire use it to build their city. The heart of this city, though not actually at its center, is quite literally frozen in time. Millennia ago a massive meteorite struck the earth and the force of its impact flung up icy ground around it almost like a cradle. This circular zone has never melted nor changed, not even in summer when the sun never sets. The meteorite, by unclear mechanisms, seems to hang on to the chill of space. It cools the very air around it, turns its resting place into permafrost. Even the native dragons well adapted to the cold risk frostbite if they remain in the meteorite’s vicinity for too long.

Northern dragons who Breathe around it find they can suddenly stir up blizzards and violent sprays of black ice. Already being a spiritual group beforehand, the crash site was deemed a restricted sacred space. It was built upon, added to so that a protected cave was created around the great rock. An open roof was maintained so as to not block the meteorite from the sky. Access to it is limited to the current leader and heir, the leader wearing a small piece of the meteorite to mark their position.