Story 132: The Siege of Mortragh

The ancient walls of Mortragh had stood for centuries, a bulwark against countless invaders. But now, the sky was dark with storm clouds and the acrid smoke of burning siege engines. The air echoed with the clash of steel, the screams of the dying, and the desperate prayers of the living. It was the twilight of Mortragh, and its defenders knew they faced their final stand.

The invaders, a fearsome alliance of marauding knights and hardened mercenaries, had breached the outer defenses. Their banners, bearing strange and ominous symbols, fluttered in the wind as they advanced through the broken gates. The defenders, clad in weathered armor, fought valiantly, but their numbers dwindled with each passing hour.