Part one: The Raid.

 

The Monster races of the Bloodfist Clan was never meant to march on cities. They were born in the jagged shadows of the Moon Peaks, where blood and strength wrote law, not parchment or coin. For generations, they thrived on raiding and skirmishes, guided by the brutal wisdom of war-chiefs and the iron will of their shamans. But all that changed under their current chief, a Warrior monk now high chief with visions that reached beyond the mountains.
Driven by prophetic whispers and the promise of dominion, the current chief united the fractured orcish tribes under one banner — the bloodied gauntlet of the Bloodfist.

His eyes turned toward Velmora, a thriving bastion of stone, gold, and human and elvish pride that had always spurned the monster races and its people. To them, it was more than a city — it was a challenge.
A symbol of everything soft and spoiled in the world. His warriors and people would receive not just loot, but legacy, land, a place to make home for future generations.

The invasion began like a hammerblow........
After the champions of the Arena had been named the chief rallied his troops and set out.

Velmora's outer farms burned. The trade roads were choked with ash. The city garrison, caught off guard by the sheer ferocity of the Bloodfist charge, retreated behind the towering walls of Velmora, hoping to wait them out.
But the bloodfist didn't retreat. They dug in.

Thus began the Siege of Velmora......

The battle Dragged on and. The monster races encamped around the city, and taking the market square within it and entrenching themselves. Yet Velmora held. The defenders, bolstered by stubborn pride. barricading themself within seperate districts of the city, elven healers in the alleys, underground smuggling tunnels the king of velmora sealing himself within the castle behind a magical barrier.
What was meant to be a conquest became a stalemate..... for now a ceasefire.....
The chief left to ponder on how to take the rest of the city, if it could not be done by force then what?

Diplomacy? trust?

Velmora and its residents in some districts have begun to starve others had spurned their current king in favor of the bloodfist clan, maybe this is how to bolster our forces, not through just bloodshed but through gaining some of the townsfolk trust too.....

 

Part two: The Veils

 

It would seem Velmora is not just a city of gold and stone — it is a nexus of ancient ley lines, arcane heritage, and buried truths.

Built atop the ruins of a pre-elven civilization known only as the Veylun, its foundations hum with sleeping enchantments and untapped energies. While the surface shows splendor and refinement, the deeper one digs — literally or magically — the more riddles are unearthed.

As the Siege of Velmora drags on, magic begins to stir again. And with it, so too do prophecies, spirits, curses, and ancient guardians.

This can be seen in the magic dormant in the ores mined nearby and the magical Runestones able to be crafted from them
Theres more to find, more to uncover...

 

is it an omen of destruction or prosperity?