Chapter 1: Jakon
Taking another slow deeeep breath of the sweltering hot and dry air, Jakon Dawdora did his best not to gasp, scratch his beard (as short and stubby as his black beard was), or even give his best dwarven hurrumpf at the sight in that far, far and all too blue distance. Nope. But on that towering high and amazingly craggy mountain known as Razorspine Peak … it couldn’t be … but … A massive castle. Like the mountain was just a thick stone stem and the castle a massive huge rose. A blood-red rose blighted with blotches of black. There...
Prologue: Grunder
Grunder of the Tuskerville Clan took a deep, slow breath of the chilly dry air of Dirlop Mountain, and did his best not to gasp, yank any bit of his waist-long beard, or even hurrumpf at the sight in the far, far, blue distance. That sight … it couldn’t be. But off in the far, far blue distance, on top of that blistering high and craggy lone mountain known as Razorspine Peak, there was now a looming high and massive castle. A castle of blood red and dark gray stone. It appeared overnight, somehow, and its many sheer sleek battlements,...