Siege of the Iron Fortress

In the final hour before midnight, an unnatural, suffocating stillness blanketed the frozen crags of Mount Skugg. High above the sheer granite precipices, the Blood Moon hung like a severed, glowing ruby against the starless arctic sky, casting long, bleeding crimson shadows across the snowdrifts and the ice-locked waters of the fjord. Along the outer battlements of the Bridge of Shadows, three hundred elite Ironfang sentinels stood at their battle…