Kishin's arrival in Iceberg sent ripples through the part he came, whispers spreading like the wind across the snowy expanse. The enigmatic lich, with their masked visage and unconventional weapon, drew both curiosity and suspicion from the Icebergians. Some saw them as a potential ally in their struggles, while others viewed them with wary eyes, uncertain of their true intentions. As Kishin delved deeper into Icebergian society, they witnessed firsthand the echoes of a bitter history. The tension between humans and elves simmered beneath the surface, leaving scars that refused to fade. Yet, amidst the conflicts and divisions, there were glimpses of unity and shared heritage. The proud architecture, influenced by the Dwarven Kingdoms after all, stood as a testament to the enduring bond between two races.
It became clear to Kishin that Iceberg's people were born warriors, molded by their unforgiving environment. He had decided not to fight here if he didn't need to, and to try to appeal to these warriors like Judith had him. The tales of their great deeds resonated in every corner, woven into the fabric of their culture. They fought with an unmatched ferocity, driven by a longing to carve their names into the annals of history. But beneath their warlike exterior, there was also a yearning for celebration, for revelry and camaraderie. Icebergians knew how to celebrate their victories, and their great tales passed through the ages, transforming into mythical legends. Kishin's support for the loyalists of Talaz Lagaar aligned with their own beliefs, as they saw the dangers that could arise from the unrestricted dissemination of knowledge. The loyalists sought to reclaim the isolationist policies of their land, recognizing that the outside world might not be prepared for the advanced technology Talaz Lagaar possessed. It was a responsibility they shouldered with steadfast conviction, even if it meant facing opposition from those who yearned for change and progress.
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