Castle Black
Stronghold of the Night's Watch
The chief fortress of the Night's Watch, a grim huddle of keeps at the foot of the Wall with seven hundred feet of ice at its back.
The fuller tale
Castle Black keeps its single vow through the Dance as through every other war: the NightÔÇÖs Watch takes no side in the quarrels of kings, and the Wall does not care whose dragon wins the throne beneath it. The garrison in these years is thin and aging, as it usually is between crises, and the war down in the Seven Kingdoms registers here mostly as a disruption to the alms and conscripts the Watch depends on ÔÇö lords too busy killing each other to spare men for the cold.
Souls the story brings here
The fallen of this place ÔÇö if any, they are named here. Spoilers.
No death the chronicle records has come to this ground ÔÇö or none the maesters have set down.