On top of the summit stood a plain stone floor with a table gilded in iron. Uveira too wore a crown not of Silver, as custom in Ruthund, but an iron crown. In fact, the whole summit was littered with sharp objects made of iron with the only other feature of the location being more notable was the plain gray stone slabs that made the structure-- if you could call it one. The morning fog also did not help lighten the mood of the summit, and perhaps made Uveira more mysterious and intimidating to the Romain King. Yes, Uveira made quite an effort and display to ensure the King was thoroughly intimidated. Uveria was both fair and foul to a Christain eye: he had long black hair elaborately braided, while also his ears were notably pierced with spikes. So basically, he just looked like someone from Seattle that LARPed. He spent no effort to clean his ceremonial amour, for the blood split was all the more reason for both his friends and foes to fear him. And to add with his menace, he strongly resembled a sort of Northman, towering over the Romain King that stood before him.
Icholasen was not the first expedition that Uveira partook. Perhaps what distinguished him most as a trusted Commander for the Ruthen King was his pacification of the Hukons about 7 years before, making the former menace the Westmark of the Kingdom. He also participated in the establishment of a second Southmark soon after, driving the Kelondi out of Zgadhyvzind for good. Even with these successes, Uveira believed that Ruthens were destined to conquer the World as he envisioned on his Spirit Quest. But this was deemed too extreme for King Hazdula and when Uveira drew his sword upon the King, Uveira was exiled from Ruthund. Searching for a Kingdom of his own as a base to conquer the world with his band, Icholasen was ripe to conquer. With Vardic raids weakening the Kingdoms, as well as various unresolved feuds plaguing the courts of the three Kingdoms, Uveira stepped on the grey shores of Icholasen with a rightoues Zeal to purify his foes and to bring glory to the Spirits and Ruthund.
Uveira pushed the boundaries of his expansionism perhaps too far. It is no mystery that Ruthund within the last 100 years took to expanding their boundaries and creating colonies across Northern Europe. In fact, Ruthund was quickly becoming a power that Northern Europe was struggling to contain-- and this reality only rung more true with the conquests made under Uveira. But with much of Christendom aware of his conquests, the expedition that King Hazdula once begrudgingly backed, now completely disavowed. Hazdula's attempt to keep a leash on Uveira failed, probably because he wasn't into it. There would be no more conquest in Icholasen bestowed with the King's blessing. Uveira was alone, and with little allies. His best hope is to consolidate his current holdings or to use psychological warfare on the Romain King, hopefully giving the Bloodking favorable terms. From a raven's eye (a Ruthenish term for, "from a 3rd-person's point of view during the time"), psycological warfare perhaps could work. Uveira was seldom seen by anyone except from the fields of battle, proving himself a warrior not lightly to be challenged. In battle his helmet obscured his face so much that his foes could not see black and void. Stories about his mysteriousness before lead to some rumors that he made a pact with Satan so to perform dark magic to twist his foes and bolster his men. Sometimes, he was also called the Witchking of Kaldol for this reason.
As of now however, Kaldol was on higher ground-- which you may interpret both literally and figuratively. And King Louis knew this well, the Bloodking knew this well. It would be the Bloodking who was going to be making the demands for the time being. But time was of the essence, for Christendom was stirring.
"Hail, Louis King." said Uveira in a rich deep voice. He noticed that Louis hand was out as an gesture of politeness. Though Uveira was aware of such mannerisms, he wanted to make an impression on Louis and instead of shaking his hand, he instead squeezed his hand so hard it nearly crushed his incel thin-wristed hands.
"Sit", he genstured towards the iron table accompanied with similarily composed chairs. "We have much to discuss." He gestured his personal guards away. And so the two Kings were at last alone face to face. Pagan King to Christian King.
