Chronicles of Dras

Chapter 20: Siege of IronFord

Late into the night, Dras and his squad trudged wearily back to the Anvil Beads, seeking refuge and rest within the stone walls of the tavern. The physical and emotional toll of the battle preparations was etched across their faces as they collapsed onto their beds, seeking a brief respite from the relentless demands of their mission.

But their moment of respite was short-lived. In the midst of their restless slumber, a jarring sound shattered the stillness of the night—an echoing clang that reverberated through the city. The resounding impact of a Warhammer striking a massive metal anvil cut through the air like a clarion call, rousing them from their half-conscious state.

Startled awake, they exchanged incredulous glances, an unspoken question in their eyes. The relentless rhythm of the hammer's strikes carried an urgency that defied the hour, propelling them to action. Without hesitation, they donned their armor and left the confines of the tavern, drawn by the curiosity and apprehension that gripped them.

Navigating the dimly lit paths of IronFord, the echo of the hammer guided their steps. The city itself seemed to hold its breath, an eerie hush settling over the stone streets as they moved. Eventually, they reached a vantage point that offered a sweeping view of the horizon.

Before them lay a surreal tableau—an expanse of torchlight, scattered like distant stars on the verge of collapse, illuminated the darkness. The flickering glow cast an unsettling aura against the backdrop of the night sky, painting an ominous scene that held an unspoken weight. This was the advance of the Dark Ones, an amalgamation of malevolent forces drawn together, united in their intent to bring about darkness.

The squad exchanged silent glances, the seriousness of the situation etched onto their faces. As the torches in the distance drew closer, the shadowy figures of an approaching army began to take form. The unity of this coalition of darkness was a stark contrast to the diversity of the races it encompassed—Dark Goblins, Orcs, humans, dwarves, and trolls converged in a chilling manifestation of the impending threat.

Amid the tension-laden air, a profound sense of foreboding hung like a heavy cloud. The squad's collective gaze remained fixed on the horizon, the gravity of the moment palpable. The city seemed to hold its breath, a city on the brink of uncertainty, as the Dark Ones' relentless march cast long shadows that stretched out towards IronFord.

As the squad retraced their steps to the lodgings, the city was a hive of activity. Dwarves of all ages moved with purpose through the torch-lit streets, their determined expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation. Some carried stacks of armor, their clinking a testament to the meticulous preparations taking place. Others were huddled in groups, discussing strategies with earnest fervor.

The city seemed to pulse with energy as the squad walked on. Torches cast flickering shadows upon the stout buildings, their warm light a stark contrast to the cool night air. Children, snug in their beds at this early hour, were oblivious to the bustling activity taking place beyond their dreams.

Arriving back at the Anvil Beads, the tavern stood as a haven amidst the growing tension. Felda, the tavern's hostess, welcomed them with her characteristic warmth, her bustling movements a testament to her dedication. She guided them to their rooms, her reassuring smile a soothing balm in the midst of uncertainty.

Soon, the squad members found themselves outside once again, making their way through the winding streets toward the city walls. The sight that greeted them as they walked was both awe-inspiring and humbling. The monks with their bound eyes chanted in unison, their melodic voices an enchanting harmony that filled the night air. Their gaze was directed toward a towering figure—an imposing dwarven statue, its form cast in glittering gold. This colossal figure held aloft a warhammer, its significance evident in the way it symbolized strength and unity.