A single fort guards the mountain . Inside: a garrison of hardy soldiers, stout of heart and strong of arm. Any who wish to enter the kingdom across the southwestern border must it.
In the dead of night, shadows stir. Creatures of darkness, commanded by a foul sorcerer, lay siege to the fort, hoping to take it. The defenders are strong, but will they be able to last until the morning?
When they inevitably breach the halls, Fidd stands alone before the horde. He’s injured, exhausted, but he cannot fail. If he does, the creatures will overrun the infirmary, and the garrison will fall.