Mountains of Wrath
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Amidst the jagged peaks and shadowed valleys of the Storm Horns, strange lights flicker against the craggy stone, their ethereal glow sometimes shifting to a foreboding blue. On nights when the fires burn brightest, the distant pounding of drums and the steady march of unseen forces echo through the cold winds, stirring unease in the hearts of those who dwell below. Once masters of ambush and guerilla warfare, it seems the Mountain Orcs now muster for something far more organized—and far more dangerous.
From Irondrake Rock to Tilverton, the air is thick with apprehension. Bold travelers, or perhaps reckless ones, tell of unnatural storms wracking the mountains—howling blizzards that seem to possess a life of their own. Worse still are the reports of newly raised altars, their construction crude but their purpose unmistakable: devotions not to Gruumsh or any known Orcish deity, but to the fabled Azure Flame.
The city holds its breath as fear mounts. Though the warriors of House Delzuld and House Braerwinter, along with independent adventurers, have struck blows against the Mountain Orcs and their monstrous allies, it is clear that the worst days of the conflict lie ahead. The ominous glow on the mountain’s edge serves as a grim reminder: something ancient stirs, and its wrath may soon descend upon the Realms.
