ᴏғ ʙᴇʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ Cʜɪᴍᴇs

In all lands, through forests thick and seas unyielding...the beauty of glorious bells, with songs crafted from coppers and golds, was unparalleled. Kings called for craftsmen of Dale to slave deep into the night from all reaches of Middle Earth. For, undoubtedly, there was no equal to the ethereal chimes found within the city's walls.

The peaceful song sung throughout the years suffered a terrible fate: under the guise of night, sisters and wives, daughters and nieces vanished into dust. Where laughter and joyous celebration once thrived, fear snuck into the skeleton of the city...until, that is, a lone bell craftsman muscled up his cowering courage and ventured towards the lair of the Dragon.

Perhaps he will succeed, for there is mysterious power within the chimes of the bells...or perhaps his song will be crushed within the silent dips of the Lonely Mountain.