"Sound the alarms!" Borik shouted, his voice hoarse with urgency. "To arms! Now!"
The horns of Garnath castle blared across the cliffs, their deep notes shattering the morning calm. Dwarven warriors scrambled to their stations, clad in reliable armor and clutching heavy axes and rune-forged hammers. Ballistae were loaded, cannons primed, and walls fortified in moments. The dwarves after all, were more mechanical than all other races.
The ship continued its slow, ominous approach, the air itself seeming to darken in its wake. Suddenly, the warship's massive metal doors creaked open, a grinding noise echoing across the water.
The dwarves waited desperately for the ship to touch ground and come closer, so they could open fire, but the most unexpected thing followed.
