During the past few days after Northern decided to summon Caladhel, the Forge had been completed, and with it came the ambition he'd been nursing since the plane's formation. He wanted to turn his Soul Forge into a proper domain of destruction that was simultaneously one of absolute peace. Hell and heaven bred in the same plane, and that plane was going to be his soul.
After the Forge, the next project was the Frozen Garrison. He had named it that because it was going to sit in the heart of the Glacial Mountain, a region of utter cold. Not that the cold mattered to his echoes. They were unaffected by severe weather conditions, just as he was.
The reason he'd chosen the Glacial Mountain was simple: it was far bigger than the Volcano and connected directly to the Dark Plains, that expansive, seemingly endless extension of dark stone and grey skies. This was also the gate where he had first called upon Bairan.
