"Immortality can be a blessing or a curse, depending on whether you can control your own destiny," Alamir commented in that unique tone of the divine office, "Misplaced faith can lead to very serious consequences..."
"Tell us more about that realm," Lancelot Morassa rubbed his somewhat stubbly chin, "I guess although one does not age or die of natural causes, a wound through the heart is still fatal?"
"Of course," the Scholar nodded, "For us mortals, the severe cold of the Iron Ice Plains is deadly enough. In fact, the environment of that realm is too harsh and inhospitable for Demons as well, Kostcheqi was actually declaring sovereignty over a piece of ruins that no one wanted to rule. If we are to stay in that realm, it's best to prepare magical items that can fend off the cold beforehand, otherwise a bunch of big fur balls struggling through the blizzard could easily end up as dinner for Frost Giants."
