The gates to rising snow city stood silent like a sentinel, an unshakable bastion that could not be breeched, surrounding by high thick walls fortified by magic and dwarven craftsmanship, the night was silent and extremely calm, but even with that there was a tension in the air that was thick you could almost feel it.
Elven and dwarven guards stood watch on the walls that were on top of the gate, they watched the jagged cliff face that made up the starting point of the Breone mountains. The mountains itself was pretty un-traversable with the only safe path being a valley like mountain pass that led to the summit and the towns, fortresses and finally the capital city of Sillomere.
