[ IP ] Lava Ruins

`` Finally,'' he muttered under his breath as the last of the stone was placed, `` it's complete.'' 
 Harren looked out of his castle, his hand held a firm grip on its stony bones; the first light had 
 dawned on the sky, its reach had spread far across the world, painting all it touched with crimson and 
 gold. *The Gods are calling for blood*, Harren concluded. In the distance, a garrison was approaching 
 from the south. *An army led by some foreign cunt with three dragons they say. Bah! Seven help the 
 fools that believe the tales. Simply lies to fool the simple minded. * Whatever the truth, Harren showed 
 little signs of worry. After all, his castle was impregnable - his walls were thick and strong as if it were 
 steel, and his towers tall enough to pierce through the heavens. His castle had a hundred hearths, 
 enough to warm the bodies of a thousand men and have space for a thousand more. A company of 
 archers manned the walls, ready to rain fire upon the foe, and an army within on guard and ready to fight 
 for their lord. A million men could've marched on these walls and a million men would've been repelled. 
 Yet doubt still lingered in Harren's heart. *What if. * *What if the tales.. Fuck, now is not the time for idle 
 thoughts*. The army from the south was now mere miles away from his gates, they held a strange banner 
 the old lord had never seen before, their sigil bore a three-headed red dragon on a field of black. Once 
 again, Harren felt a strange sense of unease. *What if. * But now, there was no turning back, no'what ifs', the messenger 
 that called for Harren's surrender was now a quiver for a dozen arrows. Haren's castle was about to be put 
 to the test. *It's time for war. * 

