At the middle of the high rocky mountain. Where jagged cliffs clawed into the clouds—a massive stone fortress clung stubbornly to the mountainside. Dozens of stairways carved into the rock connected different sections of the structure. Sharp towers pierced the sky, thick defensive walls wrapped around the complex, and long banners snapped violently in the cold mountain wind.
In the middle of its wide stone castle courtyard—
"MOVE! MOVE! OUT OF THE WAY!"
An old man's voice thundered across the surrounding halls as Percieval, the kingdom's aging Dragonguard, barreled through the courtyard. In each arm he carried a massive wooden tub, both sloshing violently with water as he ran. His white beard bounced wildly as he ran, his face red with panic.
"WHO SET IT ON FIRE THIS TIME?!"
The answer was everywhere.
