It was a dark and stormy night when the raiders reached the cove at Shadow’s Claw. Their ship hit rocks and they abandoned it in their determination to reach the mountainside before dawn.
Working their way through the town, they left it undisturbed, for once. Their goal was the keep on the mountain, and they had to reach it before daybreak or their mission would be a failure – provided the legend was true. Better not to take the chance, after all.
Having just passed the gates, it was clear to the defenders that the gods were, indeed on their side. Instead of waking to a battle, they woke to a new set of statues along the path down to the village. Frozen in time, the statues serve as a reminder of what happens to those who try to take this particular keep.
Better to be expedient, after all.*
*Fanciful story not endorsed by the Fantasy Faire… just something I made up wandering around the sim. It’s the kind of place that just begs for a story.