At the break of dawn, the Hobgoblins were already stationed at the Gate of the Iron Maw, waiting for the Hobgoblin Army.
The Gate of Iron Maw, a formidable structure, was set up with boulder walls in between of the giant rocks protruding from the ground like ancient towers. Constructed from the bones and teeth of giant beasts, the gate formed an imposing barrier.
Now, however, these gates were sealed shut with boulders, and the walls were manned by the archers and sorcerers of the Orc Clan.
There was no way north but through this gate. The east was an unforgiving expanse, with treacherous oceans and jagged rocks, impassable and uncharted. The waters were riddled with deadly whirlpools that would devour any vessel. Besides, the Hobgoblins had no boats to brave such perilous seas.
