AS we were escorted into the Bulwark of The Depth the grandeur of the Bloodstone Clan was shown front and center. The route to the throne room was lined with bronze accented with gold, gemstone mosaics, every inch of the broad corridor not covered in opulence was meticulously carved.

The dwarven guards themselves appeared as steel automatons we've seen from the Green Republic. Their armor had no gaps, no inefficiencies in design regarding motion. As a Warden myself, I took careful note of potential opponents, though we stood less than no chance if we were to become enemies here.

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We progressed toward the throne room. Knowing our band, I must make sure that Selven keeps his hands to himself.

Entering the throne room, the awe itself was palpable. Centering the room was as river of molten metal I assumed to be steel. At the origin of the river sat a throne. Using my amulet of farsight, I was the Stone Bastion himself upon the throne. Two gargantuan pillars framed our sight, beyond which I could only imagine further ranks of The Legion. Though His Eminence sat clearly as a star in the night upon his throne.

Legendary for his control of the Heart of the Earth itself gave his Golemic Legion neat sentient existence. Seeing the Legion of Endurance itself at attention filling the entire hall below was... well, I hope we know what we're getting into.