The rest of the journey to the Southern Dwarven City Mirrogh was taxing and tiring. The constant vigile for the undead that looked for them put a strain on them all. But they finally arrived. The entrance to the Mountain the city lay with in was a massive one. On either end was a statue carved from solid stone that stood two hundred feet tall, representing the two brothers that had begun the city and ruled over it. Between the statues again carved in stone was the ornate facade of the entrance with its massive stone doors that weighed several tons but moved as if they were made of wood or metal that weighed a lot less. The Dwarves were magnificent builders with stone. They had an uncanny ability to work it and engineer it to do what they wanted. When met by a cousin of Flagdon, unsettling news awaited them.<br/><br/>Arrygg had given a hint at their meeting and filled them in on the way into the city. "The lands to the south here have been plagued by the Undead once more. Human villages and towns have been attacked, their people killed and taken off, only to return as walking dead that attack their friends and family to kill them and take them away. Too there are other creatures, strange ones that none have seen before. They are strong and fierce fighters. First it was only a small band of them but they have been joined by others that have come from the west. Does the name Mordor mean anything to you? One of these creatures captured said him and the others came from there. These creatures have been seen with the Undead."<br/><br/>The horses were left by the entrance of the city and would be taken care of. Arrygg lead the group through the city which in every respect resembled those to the west. Magnificent structures, bridges, ramps and steps that lead to various levels of the city that was built out of the stone of the mountain in a pleasing way. "Rumor has it that......" he looked at the Elves, "the Elvin Key Stone has returned, that the there will be another war of the Undead."<br/><br/>Flagdon said nothing. It was Thorgan that spoke up. "Aye it has returned. A meeting was convened of the various kingdoms Kings to try and get support for the coming war."<br/><br/>Arrygg shook his head, "Well ye not be getting any from King Brommus. He feels that Mirrogh is impregnable and that another war is fruitless. I am afraid there are many that feel the same way in the other kingdoms as well." They finally reached the Palace and were escorted into the massive throne room. There on a stone throne inlaid with precious gems sat King Brommus.