As the siege of Therwall rages on, reports from the frontlines grow increasingly dire. The Undead are not content with sheer numbers alone; they are crafting terrible siege engines to batter down the castle walls and reduce Therwall to rubble. Their foul workshops are scattered throughout the frozen wilderness, hidden among the shadows of ancient trees and jagged cliffs.
Our mission is clear: we must strike at the heart of their operations and destroy these war machines before they can be brought to bear against our defences. But the task ahead is daunting. These workshops are heavily guarded, and the Undead have fortified their positions with traps and barriers that test our resolve at every turn.
Under the cover of darkness, we begin our assault. The eerie glow of forge fires lights our path as we approach the first workshop. Inside, skeletal workers toil endlessly, assembling catapults and battering rams with unnatural precision. The clash of steel and the roar of flames fill the night as we strike with everything we have, setting their infernal machines ablaze.
One by one, the workshops fall. The firelight dances against the snow, a grim beacon of our success. Yet, even as we return victorious, a shadow of doubt looms over us. The enemy’s numbers are vast, and Therwall’s defenders grow weary. The destruction of their war equipment has bought us precious time, but the fate of the castle—and the realm—remains uncertain.
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