Six years had passed.  Six years since Forgath had arrived in this new world.  Six years since he had collected his first batch of minions and turned their dying camp into a thriving settlement - and now into a proud fort-town.  The original, simple ice shelters had been replaced with firm stone buildings.  The open rocky area around the pillar of flame had been expanded into a carved plaza with the pillar as its centerpiece.  The walls had been pushed back, allowing for more construction within their edifice.  In addition, they had been remade as stone with iron bracing and rendered nearly unclimbable by a smooth coating of ice.  And towards the northern end of the wall, well outside the plaza, loomed the Tower of Despair.