Thorgan's men had grabbed all the wounded that they could find and rode back to the fortress. They had decimated the War Band but had taken a hundred casulties themselves. Once inside, the Dwarfs also fell back inside and mounted the walls. The walls themselves were thick, over twenty feet in thickness and made of large stone blocks, with three towers with the same thickness of walls. Two towers, one on each end of the wall between the Pass's mountain walls and one in the center. Thorgan knew the story of the Fortress. It had been built during the War of the Undead to protect the Nothern Pass. Just like the one at the Southern Pass. It had been made by the Dwarfs, as they were mighty builders and stone workers. It had seen its share of battles during the war as undead tried to storm it time and again.<br/><br/>The Defender of the Gate, of which the Bards still sang was one of the defenders. A large man and a gentle man for the most part, had stood at the gate of the Fortress when they had been breached and alone stood there defending the breach, as others desperately tried to reinforce the gates. He stood for hours slashing with his sword and shield, the undead bodies now completely dead, piled six feet high around him, forming a barrier of sorts. He was a mighty man that won a place in the history of the East.<br/><br/>Thorgan, Flagdon, Timberlane and Lotharn mounted the walls and looked down at the oncoming army. One could see in the middle of it one Orc that stood out among them all. He was given a large space and was alone in this circle of Orcs. The one that Thorgan had vowed to kill himself.