Alliance - Dungeons And Dragons Dark

"They’re not here for the pass," Catti-brie shouted over the gale. "They’re here for us!"

Bruenor Battlehammer spat into the snow, his axe notched from a dozen skirmishes with the local goblin tribes. "Let it whisper. I’ve a mind to give it a dwarven shout it won't forget." Dungeons and Dragons Dark Alliance

They weren't just fighting monsters; they were fighting a landscape that wanted them dead. As they crested the Kelvin’s Cairn pass, the ground groaned. It wasn’t an earthquake—it was a Verbeeg, a giant of twisted flesh and cruel intent, towering twenty feet tall. It swung a club made from a frozen pine tree, shattering the permafrost where Bruenor had stood a second before. "They’re not here for the pass," Catti-brie shouted

The Companions of the Hall backed into a defensive circle, steel clashing against shadow. In the frozen heart of the North, the alliance was the only thing keeping the darkness from swallowing the world whole. I’ve a mind to give it a dwarven shout it won't forget

But as the giant fell, the snow beneath them began to turn a sickly, pulsating purple. The Crenshinibon—the Crystal Shard—wasn't just a relic; it was a beacon. From the shadows of the crevasses, cultists and duergar began to pour out, their eyes glowing with the same malevolent violet light.

Wulfgar met the giant head-on, his warhammer connecting with a rib-cracking thud that echoed across the valley. Catti-brie took to the high ground, her arrows of blue light lacing the air like falling stars, blinding the beast.