The cold wind of early morning brushed against James's face as he stood atop the newly constructed stone wall. The village of Valoran had never seemed so quiet, and yet the tension was palpable. In the middle of the night King Glairn and King Floren arrived with an elite force of 5,000 dwarves to help defend Valoran.
Around James, the dwarves of King Floren and King Glairn busied themselves with last-minute preparations, reinforcing the wall with additional stones and runes. The air was thick with the weight of what was to come.
Ahead, in the distant forest, the trees shifted unnaturally. The Lich King's army was there, waiting, watching. For the past two days, scouts had reported back with grim news of the undead forces advancing on Valoran. Now, the reality of the siege had arrived, and the village was about to face its greatest test.
