We reached Khazdhul city
in the skirt of the great winter mountains. The lands were under pall of
acrid smoke, created by the Dark Dwarf machines. They were famous with
their mechanical gadgets. All kind of catapults, siege weapons and steam
tanks were their toys. We were neutral toward them and there was one
mission for us to make a good impression.
Some orcish miners have rebelled against their masters and we were to help the dark dwarfs.
