![]() The Mountains of Rain and Night were dead and desolate.Ī platoon of Wargals was drilling in the castle yard below him. Gorlan had been a beautiful, living place. The streams filled with fish and the fields rich with crops and game. Of gravel and rock, with never a tree or a sign of green to break the monotony.Įven though it had been fifteen years since he had been driven back into this forbidding realm that had become his prison, he could still remember the pleasant green glades and thickly forested hills of his former fief. ![]() ![]() This was all that was left to him now – a jumble of rugged granite cliffs, tumbled boulders and icy mountains. Morgarath, the Lord of the Mountains of Rain and Night, former Baron of Gorlan in the Kingdom of Araluen, looked out over his bleak, rainswept domain and, for perhaps the thousandth time, cursed. ![]()
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