The Bastion of Kharvahl is a dwarven stronghold carved directly into the face of a frost-bound mountain.
From afar, it appears as part of the cliff itself — dark stone battlements rising from ice and wind. Narrow windows burn with steady amber light, and ironbound gates remain closed against the endless cold.
It was not built for conquest.
It was built to guard.
Beneath the Bastion lie ancient sealed tunnels — older than the fortress, older than recorded settlement in the region. The dwarves do not explore them. They reinforce them.
Strange tremors sometimes pass through the mountain. The Wardens of Kharvahl record each one in silence.
No proclamations are made.
No alarms are sounded.
But the gates below remain locked for a reason.