The Wyrm Wars
By S. Charles
‘There weren’t always dragons in the valley,’ Evyander thought to himself, his chainmail boots quickly clinging against the cobblestone steps. A distant, thunderous sound came crashing from far off. Likely from behind the snowcapped Beric Mountains that were barely visible due to the grey clouds that stretched out along the northern skyline. When the men of this Keep: Tovar’s Keep, heard the noise, they clattered up the ramparts and into their stations. Crossbows, arrows, catapults, and the likes, all armed by chainmail bound soldiers. Another low pitch bellow threatened once more. That noise was now closing in on their position.