A half dozen cyclops lords, each more inbred and sickly than the last, vie for power at Monatheron.
The cyclopes appear to have built Monatheron long ago, the last remnant of the drowned kingdom of Andara that spread ecstasy and terror throughout these lands in the days before the Tarrasque was brought in chains to doomed Bergolast. The old line of Andaran kings has long since dried up.
Monatheron had engines of wonder that are slowing and failing, powered by thousands of windmills on each tower.
Humans in the castle serve the one-eyed lords, just as their mother or father did before them.
One of the primary concerns of the lords of Monatheron is outdoing each other in fashion. It is forbidden for any of their race to wear dead things and, as the fashion changes from year to year cloaks of mewling cats, tunics of caged birds and much more can be seen in the castle’s halls.
Thorek Ironhide is served by an exiled cyclops assassin who used his knowledge of secrets forgotten by the younger races to kill elder bears in the Winterjarl’s way.