[b]The Frigid Scar
The Uridian Hall[/b]

Eredun sat motionless, as if frozen, upon his great throne of rock and ice. The Cold Ones, as they had been dubbed by his fellow Ice Wraiths, stood still beneath his throne awaiting his commands. It was almost as if the once feral, ever cringing, demons at his command had been chiseled of some jet black crystal. They had formed a ring surrounding two of Eredun's lesser wraiths whom sat in the center of the great throne room of Uridian Hall locked in combat. It was the Ice Lord's way of seeing which of his men were the strongest, not that it effected them in any way. Truth be told it may have been more of a pass-time, however Eredun had been imposing it upon his men for so long that it had become a simple tradition. The two combatants were the only figures in the icy, blue hall that were not frozen solid.

One of the wraiths, shirtless and gray with a black material covering his legs and wielding a spear tipped with ethereal ice, had been getting the better of his opponent, an ice-armored soldier with a sword and shield. It seemed that the speed of the former had gotten the better of the strength possessed by the latter. The wraith twirled and kicked and stabbed, however the soldiers were not permitted to mortally wound eachother. It only took a couple of minutes before the larger wraith fell to the ground, an icicle shaped spearhead pointed mere inches from his eye.

"Enough." Eredun said in a hushed tone, though it was loud enough that it could be heard through the dead silence of the throne room; the winning Wraith looked up grinning a nasty smile at his master. The losing wraith, however, struck the spear to the side and grabbed his opponents arm; yanking him to the ground and rolling on top of him. He sent a fist spiraling into the smaller wraith's face, then another, then another. It was likely that his intent was to prove himself the strongest and gain his lord's favor, however he had failed. "ENOUGH!" Eredun shouted, his booming voice echoing off of the smooth walls of the huge chamber. The defiant wraith stopped mid-punch and looked up at his lord, descending the ice-forged steps in front of his throne. He dropped the fallen wraith and stood solemnly, staring without word at Eredun. "Part." commanded Eredun, the amulet shimmering under his armor as the mindless demons in front of him parted to allow him through.

"Your greatness. I did-..." The wraith began, but Eredun cut him off. The Ice Lord phased, seemingly vanishing from existence and re-forming from dust directly in front of the defiant subordinate, his hand shoved directly onto his throat. The wraith grasped Eredun's forearm hoping to budge him and make him let go but the Ice Lord's strength was too great and the wraith soon found himself on his knees. 

"It does not matter." Said Eredun. He clutched the wraith's neck quite firmly and then lifted him, armor and all, from the ground until his feet swayed with inches to spare from the cold floor beneath them. The Ice Lord drew his blade and jammed it through the wraith's stomach; shattering his armor without trouble. The once-strong wraith then fell from his hand and dissipated upon the ground. He was not truly alive and had no body to leave behind. His previous incarnation simply being a manifestation of cold. He had moved on to become a less physical and yet more primal incarnation of the ice that formed Vórós Khástar. "You." He said when he was done dispatching the useless wraith. "Congratulations, you've killed your opponent." 

Later that evening Eredun stood atop the peak of Uridian Hall. A massive spire that crept up toward the sky, visible from miles away even over the mountain peaks surrounding it. It was an open terrace with the top of the tower extending a good twenty feet overhead still, though it came to a direct point which nothing could stand upon, therefor making the terrace the tallest reachable location in the Frigid Scar. From here Eredun looked out bitterly over his own domain as he had done for the past thirty years, waiting patiently for a sign from the portal. This night came the sign. From the distance, across the Solid Sea an effervescent light erupted silently into the sky. It seemed to disperse the fog for a moment, and even the always overcast sky appeared clear enough to reveal stars above. Though the light formed a spire that seemed to reach even higher than they. After a moment it would change from blue to green to red, all the colors of the spectrum were exhibited individually and at once. A conflux. They had grown stronger as of late.

Eredun had known of the use of the portal, however he had never utilized it himself. He didn't know of any who actually had. It was just something that seemed to exist and be recognized. He knew of the other lords as well. Perhaps not their names, but what and who they were. He knew they would take notice of the conflux just as he had. Perhaps their goals might even run parallel. 

[i]It is time I saw the plague lord.[/i] Eredun thought, leaving his terrace and descending toward the bottom of his frozen spire once more. The next morning he departed for the portal with a contingent of four Elites at his sides.