In the frozen tundra of the north, a broken landscape of jutting rocks and crags and deep scratches in the earth surrounds a pitch black pillar of stone. From this stone raditates the taint of twisted magick, constantly luring passerbys to its lair by the barely heard murmurs of power it echoes. The stone itself appears as ebon granite from a distance, upon closer inspection it seems to be filled with a constantly moving oily smoke. Formed in the third age, the stone is the solidified remains of demons whom fled from the battle of Kinsarmar. Their weakened bodies unable to cope with the harsh environment, true madness set into the creatures and they tore each other asunder. The malice and energy released was captured within a block of ice formed by the drying blood of the demons. Over the years it continued to draw in energies from nearby, feeding off not only the life of those animals that came close enough to its sanctum, but upon the energies released when surges coursed through the Gyanis.