Anyway, between us, we manage to get further North than any 'civilized' being had ever gone before, and we meet an entire new race; that has managed to survive up here; they don't even have a name, they're basically humans, with 100% Frost resistance and are hard as fuck.
We meet them when a group of them ambush us by jumping out from about 10 foot of snow.
Anyway, we manage to defeat them, and Ozzmarr demands to be brought to their chieftan. We are, turns out these men mix with Frost Giants, as the leader is the largest frost giant we've ever seen.
The guy is sitting on a throne, carved at the foot of a mountain that goes above the clouds, he's taller than most trees, and appears to be wearing leather armour that must have required an entire small herd of Antorauch to make. He's also so damn old that he can't even stand and so wise that his beard has to be rolled up and kept in a basket next to him.
"Why have you come." The Ancient Behemoth asks, in a voice like the creaking wind.
"I am Ozzmarr; warrior of the South, and bane of Tyrants; I have come to bring peace to this land."
"There is no peace in the Northern lands; go home to your caves and ice huts, however far south they are, young warrior, live long and happy, knowing that we of the North live and die, so that you may have peace from the God of Ice and Sorrow. Each year, he comes to face me, and each year, for aeons, I have drawn equal with him and now I am old, and he, still young; and I lose a little more each day, and the world grows a little darker, go home, live, love, make merry, for most the world is cold but free."