The manufactured tranquility of the Fortress broke with a sudden and unannounced boom, which was followed by a wave of static energy which surged through the ground level of the Fortress.
“It’s an attack! A magical attack!” called one of the sentries as he rushed through the Fortress to alert the guard. The floors shook under the weight of the Ogre Guard and the dwarven armor as they gathered in the audience chamber.
“Is it the Dark Lord? Is Mantor here aga--” yelled another voice, but the question was cut off by bells ringing out a warning to the city and to assemble the guard.
Servants came rushing out from the kitchen, one dwarf still holding a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler still half full. They stood in the doorway of the chamber and looked a upon an indefinable silhouette, crouched in the center of the room under the cover of darkness. As the guard flooded into the room, the servant finished his drink in one large gulp.
The figure stood erect, his face catching glimpses of light coming from the dining chamber. Dropping from his arms, a brown monkey touches down lightly onto the cold damp floor. "The Storms have returned.”
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Streen, Baron of Stonekeep
Streen, Baron of Stonekeep