Gates and Wall of Ískaldur [Post here first]

Immortal Konsol

The Mineraali look at each other for some unspoken confirmation before signaling down to the ground troops. They scurry off to find some fresh reinforcements in case this may be the commander of the zombies from earlier.

The few Mineraali and Vikings outside the gate look warily at the Immortal. At a glance he appears to be something similar to the Valkyrie, majority of which are formidable foes not to be taken lightly.

Thrand looks at the approaching representative of Morgdul with a depleased grimace. First the zombie attack, then a worthless skeleton, and now the some person from a foreign nation. Out of the two remaining issues, the most recent takes priority obviously. He turns to Kirith, the Highmother  and requests she deals with Nineteen, before walking out to meet the Immortal.

“I am Thrand Rangvaldrson, the current holder of the title King Chief and Ruler of this land. What sort of relations does your homeland wish to establish with the nation of Ískaldur?”

"Neither of those words really work...I'm currently unemployed so I don't really have a 'master', but I don't really care enough to hate the guy. Although I don't really think he's fan of my continued existence considering our last meeting."

Thrand considered the words of the Immortal, and how quickly they came out. It was a bit aggravating, similar to how being greeted with a recorded message on a phone is aggravating. However this wasn’t something so simple, and Thrand had to deal with this with some caution.

Truth be told he still had little knowledge of the outside world, and had no idea what Morgdul’s place in it was. This was a decision that could shape Ískaldur’s interactions with other nations for quite a long time, either for better or worse.

Of course he didn’t have very long to make this decision, as the emissary from Morgdul was right in front of him. All things considered, the answer was pretty obvious as to what should be done.

Thrand grasped the Immortal’s metal hand, shaking it. “Aye, Ískaldur shall consider Morgdul an ally for the time being.”

"I see," Kirith says in an icy monotone. "So what do you know of him, hmm? You've already admitted you know who he is, so feel free to tell us. And also why you were here, coincidentally, at the time this enemy of yours launched an attack on us."

The Valkyries behind Nineteen do not move, but seem to tense up.

Nineteen (The Crimson Book)

Immortal Konsol

Thrand gives the Immortal a curt nod. “I’m sure there is an empty room in the castle if you would like.” He pauses for a moment, considering something. “But before you go I’d like to request some information on the world outside Ískaldur. We haven’t ventured out in quite a while, and some knowledge would be invaluable.”

Thrand nods. “We know very little of the outside world, and any maps we have would be far outdated. A current map and some basic information on the world would work for now, if you can provide it.”

Konsol had feared as much.

The Dominion has only ventured beyond its orders for the first time in three thousand years, however... I will provide you with the most accurate map available to the Dominion of the world, based on our recent travels.

The Immortal extends an arm and manipulates its fingers, weaving a large piece of parchment into reality. Inked onto the parchment from its inception is a detailed map of the northern Overworld, with a less-filled southern portion that still includes major cities in relevant nations. The nations with territories on other landmasses are missing, save for Ískaldur.

Az'real slowly walks around the corner, to find himself before a grand gate. It would seem that the one, The Valkyrie bowed to, is the leader. So, Az'real slowly walks up to the chief and bows respectfully. "Az'real "Lowwood" Morwenys at your service" he states blandly.