A hollow repetitive clang rings out through the crisp morning air life stirs as a new day dawns in the great stone capital of the guild dwarves the city stretches high up the mountainside carved deep into the mountain itself along its walls stand the dwarven heroes of old their graven images like sentinels guarding against those who would seek to harm their descendants though the guild dwarves paid a high price for their summoning stone they will soon discover the cost of its absence would have