Naggaroth, the Land of Chill, is a bleak and forbidding continent that is as unforgiving as the Druchii who have it their home a place where no sunlight lingers. Its northern plains are barren and windswept expanses, broken only by jutting outcrops of rock and magic-stained rivers, their waters sluggish and black, crisscross the ice fields, carving elaborate canyons and deep ravines in the frozen ground. Further south, the thin soil is more fertile, allowing sparse pine forests to grow. Here, the Druchii have huge plantations to feed the cities by slaves who labor until they drop dead, their bodies left to nourish the barren soil.

The Druchii live in six heavily fortified cities, their innumerable towers built from black stone, rising like sinister pinnacles into the dark storm clouds. All of these cities are evil places, steeped in death and agony. Their lightless dungeons are crammed with captives whose wailings fill the air and whose moans seep through the thick walls of the high towers, saturating the soul with pain and misery. From the tips of the high towers, above the filth and smog of sacrificial fires, the Sorceresses cast their malign magic over the world

Naggarond -  the Tower of Cold or the City of Cold, is the oldest and largest of the Druchii's cities, and quite likely the most malevolent place in the world. Its outer walls form an imposing circlet of black stone, in no place less than a hundred feet tall. About the ramparts are set a hundred towers, each rising as high above the battlements as the walls rise above the bare rock.

Ghrond -  the Tower of Prophecy from Ghrond's pinnacle, Sorceresses of the Dark Convent can see through the snowstorms that whip about the ever-shifting lands. It is said that the patterns of change therein hold the secrets of fate and that all the mysteries of the world are laid bared to she who dares look.

Karond Kar - the the Tower of Despair, also known as Slaver's Gate can be counted the bleakest of all refuges. The citadel stands sentinel on the edge of the Sea of Chill, perpetually battered by gale-force winds, icy rain and tidal waves the size of mountains.

Har Ganeth -  the City of Executioners , is a cursed place once dedicated to the worship of the Bloody-Handed God. That was until the arrval of Iltzatar who raised the temples and shrines to the Druchii God and in their place had vast temples to the worship of Selvetarm here countless are sacrificed a day to appease the unending call for blood.

Hag Graef  the Black Crag is a sinister and foreboding place, built at the bottom of a cold, dark canyon and completely surrounded by mountains of bare rock that stretch into the clouds. It is a city permanently in shadow, for no sunlight ever reaches its walls. Deep within this canyon endless mines have been built and the slaves of the Kingdom toil eternally never to see the light of day again.

Clar Karond -  the Tower of Doom, serves as the Wytch King's chief shipyard, for it is here that the keels are laid for many thousands of raiding vessels. This is a more sprawling city than others in Naggaroth, stretching from the banks of the Redvenom River up into the trackless pine forests of the Duskridge.

Aly'rilyntlar, Legendary House of Mysteries built deep below Naggaroth a vast and great interconnected expanse of glittering caverns extend endlessly into the depths. Here the Drow that chose to follow Iltzatar Zaughym into his self imposed exile. Most had been slaves or those that had become disillusioned with the way that their homeland had fallen from it's former glory. It took centuries even with the magic the Wytch King had gathered to carve out this great Undercity and even now it grows more and more with each passing day. 

It is a reflection of Menzoberranzan  though where in their home females held dominance here far from the dictations of tradition male Drow asserted a level of dominance. While Iltzatar allowed this shift in power so as to make his promises of returning House Zaughym  to power part of him desires to restore balance in memory of his Mother and Sisters. Here few Druchii ever set foot unless they were broken to become slaves yet they live as second class citizens.

When the Wytch King rose to power great dark towers tore up like a great hand ripping thrugh the frozen land of Naggaroth five great towers like fingers that poured the Drow up into the Druchii homeland which they swiftly conquored and broke into submission. The largest of these towers tore up through the heart of the capitol city of Naggarond where once the Black Tower had stood of the former rulers now Obsidian Spire stands the seat of Drow power in this frozen land.

While the public throne room of the Obsidian Spire stands above the frozen ground the Royal Quarters of the spire and the true beating heart of this Kingdom linger in the depths. Here in the the deepest depths dwell secrets only few may ever see for House Zaughym guards its secrets with a zealous hunger.