Crushing Victory Over the Starborn

A low, mournful horn rolled out from the floating city ahead, and the party reined in as one.

Figures appeared along the walls within moments armored warriors, human in build and bearing, but unmistakably something else entirely up close.

Silver hair, silver eyes, each glowing faintly like captured starlight.

Between every set of brows, a glowing rune sat etched into the skin itself, each one unique, each one radiating a quiet, otherworldly weight.

Every face on that wall settled into grim readiness the moment the party came into view, weapons gripped tight, bracing for exactly the confrontation that was coming.

One of them stepped forward younger-looking than the rest, clearly in command and called down, voice hard.

"State your business.

Why does an armed column approach Ebonreach?"Kael spurred his horse forward, raising his voice to carry.