The morning sun rose over the village, casting a soft golden light on the construction of the towering stone wall that now surrounded the settlement. Dwarves and villagers worked side by side, the clang of hammers and the scrape of stone filling the air. The wall, already standing over 25 feet high, loomed as a symbol of hope and defiance against the approaching forces of darkness. The dwarves, led by Thorin Ironfist, moved with a sense of urgency, knowing that time was running short.
James stood at the base of the wall, watching as the final stones were being placed. His mind was filled with the weight of leadership, his thoughts racing as he tried to plan for the battle ahead. The enemy forces, led by the Lich King, were drawing closer each day. Scouts had already confirmed the presence of undead in the neighboring lands, and it was only a matter of time before they reached the village.
