The skies littered the dark skies, their light shining bright above, but the earth below was drowned in darkness, broken only by the flickering flames of torches.
The moons hid their light tonight as if they were unwilling to witness the bloodshed that was about to happen on the walls of Winter Stronghold.
A thousand men, clad in armour made up of patches of steel and leather, manned the towering walls, gazing down at the army of 7,000 Dothanites!
The shortest among them stood at seven feet, while the tallest stood at eleven! These beings, though they bore some resemblance to humans, were direct descendants of the giants of old.
Draped in armour made from beast skins, with horns of different kinds adorning their heads like prideful trophies, they were true predators of men.
Their swords, daggers, axes, and hammers looked archaic, yet no knight hoped to be on the receiving end of their strike.
